Apex of Evolution - Worm SI into Zerg Taylor
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I sighed as I finished sewing the last segment of my Zerg silk gambeson.
It was in no way perfect, but now I had a functional gambeson made of padded silk that could function easily as knife and bulletproof armor all on its own, in addition to blunting any impacts.
And then I would wear the plate armor on top of that, making me effectively unstoppable, at least to normal people.
At the thought, I grinned, before running off to grab what I needed.
Removing my clothes, I pulled on what was essentially a silk body glove, which was just thick enough to be resistant to cuts but not much else, mostly functioning as underclothes.
Then I pulled on the gambeson over it, marveling at how I had been able to make my silk spider thing (Uh… let's go with Silkling) make silk in whatever color I wanted, in this case being a dark grey, before I moved on to pull on my primary armor.
Generally, each carapace plate would layer over the next, extending a bit of that segmented bug feeling to my armor.
It both made it wonderfully flexible, and also made it so that any attacks would have to go through two plates of carapace instead of just one.
I finished armoring myself and ran to the mirror.
Shining black plates with only the occasional organic ridge made it so one could be forgiven for thinking my armor built instead of grown.
On the tips of my fingers were wickedly sharp talons, sharper than any sword. On my belt I had some loops specifically designed for holding my gauntlets in case I needed to take them off to not slice anybody up, in addition I had a loop of silk rope for whatever purposes I might need it for. Can never go wrong with rope!
Oh, I needed my helmet!
I took my gauntlets off to quickly pull my hair into a low bun before replacing them and pulling on the helmet.
This one had also been a challenge to make, and I wanted to test the strength of the epoxy seals more later, but for now it would do.
My helmet had plenty of layers to make it strong, a plate on the font coming down to just above my brow, with the rest of my face covered by a segmented visor, with grating protecting the relatively wide viewing slit (Which was further protected by a transparent layer of hopefully bulletproof resin).
Attached underneath the rim of the back of the helmet was a billowing bushel of silk threads, exploding out behind me to my knees like extremely thick and lustrous hair, or perhaps a strange version of a cape. These I let be white, to contrast my otherwise black armor, and I thought it looked properly striking.
Finally, I was several inches taller in my armor, as I had the soles of my shoes an inch thick and my helmet wasn't exactly short.
Show off my armor to my dad, he clapped for me.
"It looks great Taylor, but isn't all of that metal really heavy? Also that stuff you're wearing under it is basically like wearing a winter jacket, right? What happens when it's summer?"
I shook my head.
"It's not metal Dad, it's carapace, but if this stuff was made of steel it'd only be like, 50 pounds. Since I wanted my armor to be super tough though, this is over a 100 pounds, but I can handle it with my super strength and that makes it several times stronger than the equivalent amount of steel."
I showcased my capabilities by cartwheeling across the living room, before righting myself and patting my chest.
"The heat would be an issue for a normal person, but even then actual soldiers were able to handle wearing full plate for centuries, and I can manually adjust my body heat."
Dad nodded thoughtfully.
"So, let's say some gang member shoots you in the head…"
I took the helmet off.
"I should, theoretically, be fine. My brain's made of tougher stuff these days, so even the impact shouldn't be too jostling." I frowned, flipping the helmet over in my hands and staring at the faceplate, "But I do agree that it's best to make sure. I'll have some tests done over at the PRT, let them shoot at it on a test dummy."
Speaking of the PRT, I thought over what a normal person could do with a set of Zerg made armor.
General immunity to gang violence would be a big upgrade, but I don't think I could get away with making armor on such an industrial scale to equip the troopers without tipping my hand.
Hm, something to think about if I do go with slowly ramping up to my true power as I get more trust.
As it were, I've got a Silkling I don't know what to do with at the moment, so I set it to making more silk bolts, deciding to stock up until I had a dozen bolts of one color, before shifting to making another and so on, then I can see about selling to somebody who might be interested.
Oh, there's an idea, wasn't there a rogue who did something with clothes? Real silk sold for quite a bit per bolt, so I could make quite a little fortune even just producing believable amounts.
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"And you made this stuff by growing it out of your skin?"
I smirked openly behind my visor at Kid Win, Chris, who was circling me now.
"Yep, it was a bit uncomfortable, but easy enough. Had to eat a lot of Wheaties though." I decided to twirl for my showing off, noting how Vista's eyes nearly sparkled as she took in my armor, "I don't think I'd ever be able to make enough to sell to the PRT, but I can probably make you guys some costume upgrades. My carapace is a lot tougher than what the PRT was willing to fork over for your costumes, I'm sure. Even the silk is knife and bulletproof."
Vista jumped up.
"Shut up and take my money."
The others laughed, before Aegis sobered.
"Alright, PR wants you to patrol with us as a sort of previewing before you have your proper debut, so we'll be doing things by the book today. We'll walk up and down the boardwalk, and we will most likely not catch any criminals today, but they do occasionally get rowdy enough to act out even there so you'll need to be prepared."
I nodded, before holding up a taloned finger.
"Wait a sec." Running off to the side of the Wards chamber, I grabbed one of the domino masks off the pile before taking off my helmet and putting it on, "Just in case, you know?"
"Smart idea." Aegis stated, "Speaking of identities, you'll need to tell us your hero name before we actually go, otherwise you'll have to accept Console calling you rookie the entire time."
I sighed.
"It's really hard to find a name that doesn't sound creepy or elitist with my powers you know!" Swarm was right out, considering I was hiding that aspect of my powers in addition to it sounding mega evil, but also alluding to my clear genetic superiority was a bit iffy when there was a nazi gang in the city.
I was also uncreative with names, so...
"Apex, because you know, I'm the closest to an apex of evolution as you'll find, sorry if that sounds super arrogant."
Perfection doesn't exist, but I have the ability to endlessly seek it.
Aegis patted Vista's shoulder, "Vista will walk with you on the ground while I fly up above, and remember, if you see any criminal activity you are to report it and wait for instruction before you try and handle it. Preferably you won't get involved at all, since you still haven't finished your training."
My lips twitched.
"Fine."
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As Vista and I walked down the boardwalk, we made quite the image.
As a kid, Vista was obviously pretty short, so of course my own height was emphasized even more than it would normally have been. So it was with little surprise that I saw practically everybody looking over at me specifically.
Also, new hero. Of course people are curious.
Surprisingly, I didn't need to kick away my emotions as much as I thought I might, must be the fact I was encased in armor or something.
"So you're really fine in heavy black armor in the middle of the day?" Vista asked, crossing her arms, "I mean, I know it's still winter, but it's going to get really hot soon enough."
I shook my head.
"I'll be fine, I can adapt my body heat whenever I need to do so."
Vista grumbled and pulled her winter model costume's jacket tighter.
"Why does your power get to be so convenient?"
I smirked, making sure nobody was listening in, before clasping my hands together behind me.
"I also don't have to have a period and can toggle my fertility from a hundred percent to zero!"
Vista choked, before slamming a fist down on my hip.
"Damn you, shut up! I don't need this mockery!"
I chuckled, her reaction confirming that Vista had already had to deal with periods.
Halfway through the patrol, we stopped at a mini donut stand and each got a bag of the fresh steaming confectionaries.
Thankfully I'd thought ahead to wear a domino mask, I still only partially lifted the visor to stuff my face as we continued the patrol.
"So, is every patrol going to be in the safer parts of town?" I asked, before throwing the rest of the donuts down my gullet and crumbling the bag into a ball.
Vista was still only half way through her own bag as she nodded.
"Yeah, unless all the adult heroes are occupied we're mostly just used to prevent crimes from happening in the first place, it can get pretty frustrating."
Hm, it's a good thing I don't just have my main body to focus on then. While preventative measures were useful, it wasn't exactly exciting.
Back home, the basement was getting pretty crowded with my silk bolts now. I'll have to start storing them down below if I want to produce more.
Speaking of, my Drone had reached a suitable depth by now, and was working on building a suitable chamber for making my first Hatchery. Thankfully it was able to use a combination of acid and resin to chemically compress stone down into a denser composite so that we didn't have to haul rocks out the front door, but there was only so far stone could easily be compressed and the Drone was going to have its work cut out for it making my Hatchery chamber in a decent length of time.
I'll have to make some more. Frustrating, but oh well.
Since space was going to be limited for a while, I redirected my Silkling to making just a few extra supplies for my hero persona before entering hibernation.
I'd have it crafting armor, but it didn't have the capability to use a sewing needle. I might have to try my hand at mutating an already crafted creature once I get home, then again a spider with human hands would be… rather disconcerting.
Thoughts of evolutionary improvements faded as I spotted something off.
It was a teen with a spray can in hand, who noticed as I stared at him and immediately ran off.
Oh, and he'd been tagging a store with the Archer's Bridge Merchants sign.
I tapped the side of my helmet, activating the radio that the PRT had thoughtfully installed in it for me.
"Console, gang tagger spotted in the act."
"Apex, go ahead and arrest them."
"Acknowledged." With that, I shot forwards.
Faster than an Olympic sprinter, I barreled past the building's edges and into an alleyway, spotting the tagger climbing over some fencing.
Quickly catching up, I leapt over the fence, landing just behind the tagger who jumped but didn't manage to start running again before I wrapped an arm around his neck, trapping him against my breastplate.
Hm, it'll be a lot more convenient if I could make the claws on my gauntlets retract. Maybe Chris can make something to do that.
Oh, the ganger was spitting profanities at me.
"You have the right to remain silent, please exercise that." I stated, before sighing and tapping my communicator, "Tagger apprehended, I'll drag him over to Vista."
"Got it Apex, good job."
"Appreciated."
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As I handed the tagger off to a policeman, I felt pretty good.
Sure, this was as small as small time got, but everybody has to start somewhere and this felt just about right for that kind of thing.
Of course, just as I'm congratulating myself is when the world decided to once again shit on me, as gunshots began echoing through the air.
"The hell?!" The policeman stated, before grabbing his radio, "Gunshots! Gunshots near the intersection of Ryan Boulevard and 10th Street!"
Then the graffitied store collapsed into a pile of bricks as a massive creature formed of undulating iron spikes and hooks rolled through it, before coming up to its feet, howling with rage as it leapt away and back towards an equally massive swirling pile of garbage.
Oh fuck, that was Hookwolf and… Mash? Something like that, the Merchant heavy hitter.
Well, my second crime fighting event is looking to be a lot more interesting.
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Apex of Evolution - SI into Zerg Taylor
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None of the combatants had even noticed us, so I had plenty of time to identify exactly what was happening.
The gunfire was mostly coming from a bunch of guys in Merchant colors, all surrounding a massive and ugly truck made of scrap with crates now spilling out of the overturned vehicle, said crates spilling with a variety of substances with, considering who was defending it, were probably a bunch of drugs.
Meanwhile, it seemed like Hookwolf was entirely on his own on this attack, but despite that the gunfire from a dozen gangers and Mash's trash form smacking him around didn't seem to be doing a thing.
Hm, if Mash and his gang couldn't hurt Hookwolf, there wasn't anything I could do with my claws and minor super strength.
I'd need acid for dealing with him, and since I was restricted to what I could produce in my own body in public, that meant I'd probably have to build any acid spitting mechanisms with my arms and expel it through my palms, or make extra limbs.
Or I could spawn Banelings- no, I could make another organ that can produce acid bulbs- but that'd be fairly dangerous for my health.
Hm, maybe instead grow something like one would a fruit, this fruit being an inch wide solid ball of nutrients encased in a stretchy acid resistant membrane that, once detached from me, would mechanically activate a chemical reaction to rapidly convert those nutrients into acids and fill the membrane until it forms an acid grenade ready to throw.
That'll do, for now I'll have to remove my gauntlet to use that, keep this in mind for future costume alterations.
My thinking had made enough time for Hookwolf to finish beating Mash back, and the Merchant gangers had been slowly dwindling in number as they realized Hookwolf wasn't going to be beaten by them and they instead ran off for their lives.
Just before I could run off into the fray as the grenade finished forming in my left palm, I remembered my orders about communication.
Hmm, decisions…
Reaching up with my claw, I subtly pierced the PRT provided radio before running in anyway.
I'm a new Ward, I'd never have been allowed to help take down somebody like Hookwolf, best to just pretend my radio got taken out by shrapnel.
Sticking by the walls of the buildings around the impromptu battlefield, I twisted a grenade off my palm to let another one begin growing as I waited for an opportune moment to jump in.
Hookwolf was slashing his forelimb through Mash's body, and I noted how there was a very tiny amount of blood splatter with each swipe all over, but Mash didn't really seem affected.
Focusing on Hookwolf instead, I eyed the large amount of iron he was constructed from.
A minor obstruction.
Mash threw his body weight against Hookwolf, once again sending him careening into the surrounding buildings, and I chose that moment.
As Hookwolf shook his head, I threw my now baseball sized acid grenade up and into his mouth, already grabbing another as I dipped off into an alleyway to observe what would happen.
The bright green burst of Zerg acid splattered out from the metallic wolf's teeth, instantly dissolving said structures alongside the entirety of Hookwolf's jaw, making the villain stumble backwards in surprise as the acid continued to eat through deeper and deeper.
Then the entire wolf head collapsed into a pile of scrap metal before slowly reforming.
"Who was that! I know it wasn't that bitch Mush, where are you!?"
Mas- Mush took offense to that, launching himself back at the nazi cape.
I finished gathering three grenades in my hand, holding the explosive organs a challenge, but I made do by holding the nubs at the ends between my fingers.
Running out of my alley, I swung all three grenades at both brawling capes, two hitting Hookwolf and one striking Mush.
The effect of the acid on the trash cape was quite striking, as it rapidly seeped through the countless layers of detritus like water through toilet paper, and not long after all of Mush' bulk collapsed.
Meanwhile, Hookwolf 's shoulder and ribcage had been hit, and he was forced to abandon the entire arm rather quickly as he scrambled away, dragging himself with only three limbs.
"You!" He roared, even now a new limb rapidly forming, "You bitch, I'll tear you in half!"
I think I could survive that? Probably best to play dead afterwards if it occurs.
Collecting more grenades, I noted that I really need to grow some of the typical Zerg high density nutrient storage organs to fuel such growth in the future, as I was having to draw a lot from my bones and blood to do this.
As soon as Hookwolf had formed a spindly little foreleg, he came running at me, but before I could try my hand at aiming for his eyes he once again stumbled as a series of bricks started bombarding him.
I spotted Assault off where they were coming from, grinning as he slid his hands all over said bricks (From the destroyed store) while the officer from earlier rapidly shot at him…
Uh, wow, I didn't expect to see that today.
Then Battery leapt at Assault with a jump kick, from there being launched away and into Hookwolf.
Considering they seemed to have beating the crap out of him down, I decided to focus on his limbs, the acid rapidly delimbing the villain's wolf form and leaving him seemingly helpless.
Then the rest of the pile of metal collapsed much like mush before, a tall and buff man leaping out, before his skin started splitting apart once more into blades and hooks.
Oh no you don't!
Leaping at him, I started wildly punching, the iron denting under my blows as I focused on beating his head with the hope of jostling his brain around to unconsciousness.
Then a newly formed wolf head chomped down on my exposed hand, and I screamed as it was ripped off.
Immediately cutting off feeling in my arm, I scrambled away, clogging my arteries and veins while ensuring everything scabbed over rapidly, hugging my handless arm to my chest as I forcibly calmed myself.
Well that was stupid on my part, running in to close range without being properly armored. Noted for future reference.
The wolf head spit out my hand and laughed, but then Battery smashed into it, sending the partially transformed villain into a brutal spin.
Spotting exposed skin, I leapt on the chance, reaching out with my claws and tearing long canyons into Hookwolf's side, splattering my arm, helmet, and torso with the resultant splatter.
Huh, he's got iron structures in his body as well, but my claws were strong and sharp enough to mostly ignore that.
Hookwolf rolled to a stop, blood flowing between his spike and hooks as he screamed in pain, before he finally let the metal fall off him or recede away, revealing a naked man with nasty looking wounds.
"Bleeding out here!" He bit out through the pain, an eye glaring at me as Battery cursed and rapidly spoke into her radio, "New hero killing on her outing? Hah! That's hilarious!"
He started coughing, but soon enough paramedics were swarming him to try and stop the blood loss.
Only a bit disappointing how fast they to to save a villain.
I looked over the devastated street once more, and seeing no more combatants, I decided it was clear enough to relax slightly.
"Apex!" I blinked at the scream, looking up to see Assault pointing at my arm as he approached, "Where's your hand, quick so we can reattach it!"
…Oh, I'd almost forgotten.
"Uh, I know you mean to have that done with surgery, but I can do it myself pretty easily."
The poor man blinked in confusion, and I sighed as sirens were finally heard making their way here.
Well, this was a bit of a clusterfuck, but two villains captured? At least if Mush hadn't run away, his trash pile was still over there.
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I rolled my hand around as I tried to fix all the little issues that come from reattaching a limb.
Geeze, if I'd known it would be this inconvenient, I'd have just let it regrow instead, wouldn't have taken a day or two.
Meanwhile, I thought over whether it was time to start setting up Creep production in the tunnels.
Creep usually depended upon sunlight to fuel its metabolism, but maybe I can switch it to electricity instead, paying for it with the money I can bring in by selling silk?
But I don't want to be a drain before I'm making enough money to compensate for that, so, hrm…
Well, while I couldn't just cover the roof of the house in Creep, that'd be fairly obvious, I could maybe get away with replacing it with brand new black tiles, which would in reality be a new organism utilizing… keratin? As a base structure, meanwhile have something similar to Creep encased within a thin transparent layer to soak in the sun.
From there, some kind of roots to transfer the captured solar energy down into the tunnels, where it can then be converted by the Creep into whatever uses required, mostly metabolizing minerals extracted via an ever expanding root network.
This root network will also serve a dual purpose in strengthening the tunnels, and we will have full self sufficiency.
As I was calculating how much longer it would take to finish the Hatchery chamber once I've spawned more drones, I felt someone tap my shoulder.
Looking up, I saw Battery giving me a stern look.
"Director Piggot will be speaking to you now."
Oof, yeah they probably didn't buy my 'shrapnel to the radio' story, which meant I was in deep shit.
I sighed, standing from the waiting bench I'd been sitting on for an hour, almost certainly some form of power play, before entering the office.
Removing my helmet as I did so, I looked around, seeing that said office was fairly spartan, but for a plaque with a series of medals on it and a fancy looking clock.
Turning my attention to the person at the desk, I held my helmet under my arm and stood still.
"Do you know why we have the Wards follow the protocols they do?" Piggot demanded, and I thought it over.
"Presumably to ensure their safety, and then to reduce the inevitable collateral damage that will result from high powered cape fights." I stated slowly, before nodding to myself, "Yes, there is likely also the attempt to instill discipline into otherwise troubled teenagers before they are to move on to the Protectorate, where lapses in judgment and character are more heavily scrutinized."
Piggot gave me an award winning deadly glare as I finished, and if it weren't for the fact I was still emotionally suppressing myself I'm sure I'd be quite intimidated.
"So you knew all of that before blatantly sidestepping your previous orders to report to Console before you charged into fighting one of the most dangerous capes in the city?"
I blinked deliberately.
"My radio was damaged, I chose to attempt to stop said threat from endangering the people of Brockton Bay further."
Piggot placed several fingers on her temple.
"Please don't give me that, we both know that was just a paper thin excuse to fight."
I continued to stare at her blankly, so she let her arm go back to resting before her.
"Fine, even ignoring your breach of discipline, what made you think that you, a freshly triggered Parahuman, could take down both Hookwolf and Mush on your first outing?"
I smiled.
"I didn't." Piggot narrowed her eyes, so I elaborated, "I am several times more survivable than even Aegis, as such unless my head was crushed, I'm pretty sure I can survive even complete dismemberment, so I found little risk to at least attempting to bring down one of said villains."
I paused, tilting my head as Piggot stewed.
"Though, I admit, I should have set up more redundancies beforehand. My head is a large vulnerability, perhaps I should begin decentralizing my nervous system and spreading my brain out throughout my body? Hm." I frowned, bringing a knuckle up to my chin in thought.
While that did little to stop me or my 'self' dying if certain core parts of the brain were destroyed, spreading out less vital parts could allow me to make my skull several times thicker, thus making the prospect of destroying said core parts a much more arduous task.
Entire inches of armor could be made available and I wouldn't even have to make my head huge for it!
Piggot was knocking on her desk, and I refocused on her.
"I will be assigning you disciplinary action, to be overseen by Miss Militia. While you may have been admittedly instrumental in the capture of two major Villains, Hookwolf's side had been shredded and Mush had severe acid burns, both requiring Panacea for healing before being imprisoned. The PRT does not make a habit of crippling criminals, lest they decide that it is better to go out in a blaze of glory rather than allowing capture."
That made sense, I'll note it down.
Outwardly, I gave a nod, and Piggot waved dismissively towards the door.
"Now get out, I've got a lot of paperwork to deal with because of you."
I nodded once more, replacing my helmet as I left.
Now, I'm really hungry, need a massive dinner to fix myself properly and start building up my nutrient storage.
I want to be able to not eat for days in full combat if possible!
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My first Drone was met with ten more Drones that night after I'd gone through enough food to feed dozens of people, and with a short bit of screeching they began rapidly finishing the excavation of the massive chamber beneath my house.
Finally, by morning the chamber was large enough, and my first Drone crawled to the middle of the chamber before curling up into a pulsating cocoon.
Hm, that'll take a few minutes.
Setting my book down, I stretched, marveling at how I no longer needed to waste my life sleeping.
It had taken a bit of finagling, but now instead of having to actually sleep my body did the processes of sleep in the background, my body itself resting whenever I wasn't moving and my brain restoring itself whenever I was relaxed.
Making my way down into the kitchen, I prepared breakfast for both myself and Dad, meanwhile setting my drones to reinforcing the walls of the chamber below, stacking all the rubble they've previously glued together into resin blocks and making a sort of cobblestone wall with them, further reinforcing the resulting walls with even more resin.
Meanwhile, the cocoon grew bigger and bigger.
As I was nearly done, Dad stepped into the kitchen.
"What'cha making kiddo?" He asked drowsily, immediately setting the coffeemaker to start.
I hummed.
"Steak and eggs, with hashbrown." Best not to inform him of my upcoming disciplinary action before I had to, instead I focused on having several Drones hug the sides of the Hatchery chamber before encasing themselves into cocoons, ready to transform into my newly dubbed Solar Extractors.
Dad nodded in satisfaction at my choice of food, sitting down at the table and trying not to fall back asleep.
"You know, we really can't afford to keep buying all this meat, even the castoffs." He said carefully.
Our relationship had been better than it had been in years, but that was a rather low bar to go over, so we still somewhat stepped on eggshells around each other
I finished the steak, setting it aside and cracking a few of said eggs into the pan.
"I'll be self-sufficient soon Dad, you don't need to worry about buying more meat after tonight." I felt it as the Drones by the chamber walls finished gestating into my Solar Extractors, the roots immediately working their way up through the ground and the house's walls towards the roof, "In fact, I can probably begin producing my own meats down below soon enough, having Larva morph into 1 to 1 copies of cows and such would be really easy."
Dad blinked, narrowing his eyes.
"I highly doubt that some gross insect thing would be able to eventually become a New York steak."
I laughed, bringing up the design for Overlords.
They were essentially unchanged from before they had, willingly mind you, joined the Swarm. This was due to their psionic ability, and the Swarm's issues with changing psionic species without losing that ability.
Yeah, there was nothing restricting fully assimilated species from being essentially unchanged beyond their genetics. They'd even reproduce the same way they did before, the only difference is that the cows I'd produce would end up with a psionic connector in their brains, but I didn't have to build that in.
"We'll see about that." I said, finishing the eggs and plating things up.
Setting everything down at the table, I followed suit.
"We're going to have a new roof in a few minutes, it'll be a matte black arrangement of what looks like ceramic tiles, but are really biological solar panels."
Dad hummed as he ate, not outwardly reacting for once.
Swallowing, he pointed a fork at me.
"Will it be waterproof?"
I blinked, thinking it over.
"Yeah, in fact it'll probably work better than any other roofing material, now that I think about it."
Dad sighed.
"Well, at least that's one expense I don't need to worry about anymore."
I blinked, oh!
I was actually being helpful this time, yay!
As I sliced into my steak, the cocoon down below burst open, and my Hatchery stretched as it grew into place.
Normally a sort of conical structure, this one instead took the shape of a large orb, with tendrils shooting out and into the walls all around it before carapace and bone hardened around them, adding even more stability to the cavity below, meanwhile my modified Creep began to spread out from wherever the Hatchery touched the stone, rapidly spreading towards where the roots of my Solar Extractors were spread over the floor.
Not long after everything was hooked up, a Larva came tumbling out of one of the sphincters, and I smiled.
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