Quotes: Horde of Alien Locusts
We call them Tyranids as if they're a race
, another xenos clan to be faced down and cleansed
. In the face of horror we cling to our sciences, our labels, little realising they do nothing but drown us. We'd do better to call them a disease. There is no better analogy. I've seen the hive ships
, brothers. Barbed horrors scuttling forth to kill
, bloated vermin writhing back to be absorbed, their bellies full. I've seen the forests picked clean of life. I've seen the biofleets draining the water of teeming worlds, the vortex mouths guzzling the prairies. I've seen shadows moving in the Warp
, the tentacles stretching out of the darkness beyond the Eastern Rim.
I will tell you: until the last breath
. If we can but delay that great maw from closing around us, then we have achieved what countless empires, countless worlds, countless galaxies, have not. I say this not to terrify you. I say it simply so you understand, simply so you do not waste your time with luxuries such as hope. There is no hope
. The Great Devourer is upon us. Let us see how long we may restrain her jaw.
They learn that engineered metal — though itself inedible — often indicates that edible beings live inside. They learn that inedible metal spacecraft point the way to and from worlds full of edible beings.
Adapt they can, but only if it lets them eat — and eat now
. They store nothing. They plant nothing. They eat their dead and wounded. They are an engine of entropy.
They have no higher conscious purpose. They have not the least concept of planning or investing. You would think that something that voracious would learn husbandry, conservation. They have not.
The Hive kills host after host. If ever it asked a question, it would be: what is left to eat? It uses, it throws away. And would you even want
to teach gorgons husbandry, so that they might plant people gardens for future harvest?
Do remember: entropy is a force of nature, too. What is natural need not be benign. The Hive is nothing less than the living, eating incarnation of the Ninth Level of Hell.
"They're like moths drawn to the flame of battle. They live only to consume and destroy, like... hungry moths."
"You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? The perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility. ... I admire its
purity. A survivor... unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.