User:Sev40/Collective

The recoil of the assault cannon would have pushed back any inferior species, but Sin Gavi Sanuni's ever-growing arm kept it so steady that the other Lekgolo worms within him forgot it was attached at all.

The sudden force forced his worms to coordinate his stance signalled the spray-firing of the cannon, bringing a painful death to all before him. Within the seconds afterwards, Sin felt a million different sensations; the sharp discharge of pain, the pulsing anger, but mostly the slow warmth of pride. When every bit of him felt it was safe to move, the legs made slow, pronounced movements, with each step sending a thunderous vibration through the unforgiving armour. Unlike the armour which he was clad in before, this plating wouldn't bend nor twist to help with the collective's movement. His lance described it as the colour of the blackest nights, a hellish symbol fit only for a Special Operations Mgalekgolo.

Sin kept marching on through the smooth terrain, ignoring the continuing explosions for several minutes until a slight sustained jolt from his topmost worms told him to stop. A light vibration of several familiar beats flowed through him, with hundreds of voices trying to translate it for him; most agreed it was in Sangheili, ordering him to hack open the obstacle in front of him. Upon fully understanding it, his stunted head and arms scanned slowly for the biggest source of electrical radiation. A sting of pleasure on his right hand occurred after swinging it quickly to the left, and retraced its movement slowly until the Lekgolo worms were certain the terminal was there. With difficulty, Sin clumsily kneeled, bent his 'head' down towards the terminal, and out rushed hundreds of slimy worms. They tore off the covering quickly, and slid down the spaces between like deformed fingers, trying to find the right cable to override the door.

The strands on Sin's backside quickly pulsed at the sudden burst of energy behind him, before another slight wind pattern impacted the backside. More voices talked between each other; Sangheili, rushed, but were debated between each other on what he said. More voices joined in, some energetic, some screaming; did something happen to Rhal Gavi Sannz, our bond brother? Did the heretic humans find us? The conversion grew louder, until directed pulses which came down the right arm hushed the argument. All of the beings listened to the odd beat, which sounded more like words than commands. Curiosity overcame everyone, some were even rapidly growing and shrinking in excitement. Delivered quickly, yet using lengthened beats - was it a warning, or a threat. Before any of the Lekgolo within could come to a conclusion, something snapped, and something big rumbled. With the Lekgolo in the machine flooding back, and sensing his allied lance getting into position, Sins stood at ready at the door, before-

The delicate connection which was Sin became undone when a billion breaches and burns killed any coordination between the collective.