Weapons of Biomass Destruction - Final

Flagship H1
Floan System
Former United Federation territory

In some places, the horrors created were so indescriptible that even the Sibling Eater had decided to bomb them from orbit to avoid a mass extinction of the world's nightmarish ecosystem. The warships flew at only 200km from the surface, scanning the surface with their all-seeing eyes and coldly taking note of the new monsters that were spawned between each of the 3 hour sunsets. Optical and radar feed filled exabytes worth of archival space, making the computers of the ships work to their fullest.

"E Pluribus Axioma will burn in the name of Shifting Mirrors." His aberrant voice said in slow, gurgling growls. "Everyone who was going to get out has gotten already, the ship only looks seaworthy from the outside. I come to you."

Furious storms raged around stratospheric capillary organisms extending dozens of kilometers from the surface into the wind which they electrically charged.  With precise maneuvers the six pilots of the lead ships avoided the dangerous zones and cued the autopilot of the escorts to follow. Reconaissance UAVs left a network of thin trails across the planet's atmosphere, gathering data from their own cameras, chemical sensors and clouds of nanites. In between these trails, several large re-entry plumes were visible from the Scientific Comission's shuttles, whose mothership had only joined the flotilla a few hours ago. They headed in the direction of mushroom clouds from neutron bombs which would be sure to clear a safe -albeit paradoxically, extremely radioactive- passage through the demonally guided evolution taking place in the continents of the planet.

"But I do not come to you as a beggar. I am not here to ask, I am here to give." He raised his skeletal, twisted robotical arms slightly ahead of him in a reverring pose. "I am Karl Von Liedtz, Frederick Von Liedtz and Reimar Von Liedtz. Heads of our most noble house after the death of my honored father, we devoured each other. Sibling Eater is the name for which I am called in a wretched thousand words."

The robots stood around him, checking for movement, with their weapons at the ready in a mechanically professional stance. They advanced slowly, covering each other's blind spots and carefully stepping over the floor-covered body. The smoke still rose from the muzzles into the light of a hundred bullet-ridden screens. They communicated through beeps and databursts, keeping contact minimal.

"I bring you a whole sector afflicted by nothing but unrestricted corruption." He swiped his hand above the starry firmament only he could see through his beady blind eyes. "A playground of evolution and galactic carrion ready to be consumed, foul to the marrow with the stench of war."

The body of the fleet conductor was the last thing to be checked, the disciplined and procedural robots doing so with precaution. After confirming him dead, the robots were left with Lyn and only 5 others surviving, knelt down against the wall and handcuffed. Sibling Eater paid no heed to her or her companions' plight, only further raising his hands in admiration.

"Enjoy my genetic canvas as a humble gift from me after being informed that the Immortal Empire would not join your war effort." He growled. "Armies of organisms, vast and vigorous genomes longing to be spread across the stars by the sword and for the sword. One hundred billion followers of the false gods have been wiped by my mandate. But this isn't just a gift: it's an application. An application for I, Sibling Eater, desire recognition in a noble house far higher above House Von Liedtz: the House of Gods."

He still bled from the wounds Lyn had managed to inflict on him before being tackled onto the ground but in his religious stupor he did not even notice.

"A myriad poxes await, both for the body and the mind. An army awaits, monsters directed by the finest tactical minds. War awaits, paradoxes await, consumption awaits. Let yourself be known to me, for I wish to be your chosen."