"Get up ya' slacks"When the first Delian ever sets foot into the outside world, studies have shown, that he quickly finds something. Picks up that something, then throttles it between it's two meaty, pale hands. This was how the Skarr Society functioned; brutal, no? The first Delian squad had erupted from the ground some time days before, hell bent on finding sustenance for the horde that subsided within the bowls of the planet. Part of a massive group that took to the surface, the Skarr had begun it's offensive on the helpless planet. Over the course of a day hundreds of thousands had erupted from their tomb underground, weapons blazing in hellish inferno's as the Skarr began it's stereotypical process of complete assimilation; devouring all that stood in it's path.
The Lichen's swept forward first, one Archer giving a soft grunt as his lesser counterparts; armed with nothing more than a single "Slugger" shotgun and a blunt "Lobo" tool moved up through the maze that they had emerged into.
"Get th'
Laggoys up fir'. I wan' thi' place clean." The Archer commanded, his thickened, guttural voice barked out the fragmented words. Long ago this Archer had been a normal human; before he fell into the Skarr's hands. Now, he was an Archer. A commander of Delians and a powerful tool to be used by the Society.
"Und'rstood." The primary Lichen shook his head in affirmation, turned, and bustled down the pathway. The powerful Lichen's bulky frame covered scantily by the common plate-like armor that Delian's and Drone's were usually equipped with. This mattered little, however, what a Lichen possessed was brute strength and the want to tear apart the enemy. This would serve them greatly if any resistance proved to be to stiffened once the Kontrol decided to step up the assault on this pathetic planet.
"
Fack ... Thurs' a facking dor'!" The bitter voice rang, a Lichen. Several pounding sounds reverberated through the maze seconds later, and the Archer turned backwards to face the four Delian's that stood beside the port-hole that lead into the Travel-Network.
"The facking Lichens." One Delian offered quietly, the clammy hands warping around the cold, fused steel of the Donner assault rifle he held in his hands. The chunky 13.6 millimeter shell the weapon fired was capable of tearing off a human army, extremely deadly. The Drone's loved it, prided it, made it holy. It was what killed the enemy. Painfully.
"Theh' facked shits' up. Get movinh' nao'." The Archer grunted, moving his arm to aim down the pathway. The Delian's responded with a huff, a sigh, and a guttural growl, then moved along their way.
"D'awwww sht'. We hit fuhking' dor'." The Lichen growled angrily, the Slugger shotgun gripped tightly by one hand along the pump as the three Lichen's stared blankly at the door.
"Where the fack the Delians?" Another gurgled, as he spoke, the first of the four Delians trudged along down the path toward the Lichens. The chunky, bulky bodies of the Delians swaying in unison as the hive-minded group strolled down the path. Though the Delian structure was more or less human, they often stood a clear foot taller, mainly anywhere from 6 to 6'5; however, the Lichens were massive beasts of their own. Outweighing the Delian's by nearly one hundred pounds.
"
Facking Lichens. It's a facking door. Yu' stupit' shts' can't do a thing." The first Delian yelled bitterly.
"Forget th' Lichens. Just op'n the facking door so we get fack farther in." Another barked.
"You jus' want us bust dor' down?" A Lichen asked, his Slugger shotgun beginning to sling over his shoulder.
"Do it." Was the response. The Lichen nodded and gripped the handle of the blockade.
"Hold shotg'n. Please."
Attention to all who come in contact with the Skarr; Friendly UCON warning. Engage URF-Code. UCON-Skarr Hive Bestiary can be located here. Good luck.