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	The Balor spread its wings and took flight towards the nearest catacomb where it would return to the reclamation pool. The Hive had lost much, but much had been learned too. And in time, both the living and the dead return to the earth. And the earth would be consumed. The Brood was pleased.		The Balor spread its wings and took flight towards the nearest catacomb where it would return to the reclamation pool. The Hive had lost much, but much had been learned too. And in time, both the living and the dead return to the earth. And the earth would be consumed. The Brood was pleased.
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			<On-board a Nidhoggr Hive Ship in Orbit around [Classified], 18 hourse into IGNITION event>

			The being opened it's eyes for the first time, vaguely aware of its upside down orientation. It stretched its limbs to the membrane encasing it and cut its way out of the sac, flowing forth onto the moist and fleshy interior of the Brood Nest. It stood up on its legs with instinctive ease as it remembered what it was. It have never opened its eyes before or felt the mucus membrane of the ship beneath its feet, but it drew its consciousness from the hive mind and awakened its own synapses in response. The newly created biomorph, what a human might call a Hive Tyrant due to its resemblance, threw back its head and let out of roar that echoed through the tubes and compartments of the ship.

			The corpulent forms of the Norn Queens, little more than deft tentacles and precision bone instruments attached to a massive sac of organs and refined bioresources, flowed back from their greatest accomplishment in their short time among the stars and let all the eyes of the mind marvel at their work. A new Hive Lord to lead a new force, unlike any other.

			This world below was a first but it would certainly not be the last. And so the hive mind had proceeded with the utmost care in deployment, curiously examined every facet of its attack, explored every tactic and relearned the ways of bloody battle in this first world where the inhabitants struck back. And from this need for battle and hunger for flesh was born a creature of new design. A creature with the knowledge of the old ways before the flames, hidden within the genetic memory of the hive, as well as mastery over the new and fearsome designs of the swarm. This champion would have unparalleled autonomy, carrying the webwork of the hive mind on a barren world below as it lead the swarm in a fury of smoke and blades.

			The creature did not react as the tendril wrapped around it and pushed it into the contracting tube in the side of the room. It merely waited, knowing it was to be encased and placed inside a specially prepared and disguised Mycetic Spore for immediate combat deployment. It did not fear death, for its mind would always exist within the hive, waiting to be reborn again on another, for another battle, for another feast. It's sacs of flammable ichor oozed in excitement, lighting its lashwhip aflame as it contacted the air. It could already smell the bloodshed below.

			Unflinching it waited as the amniotic fluid filled in the containment chamber. It did not panic as it's lungs were engulfed and breathed in the gelatinous broth. The ooze thickened and the beast found itself paralyzed, drifting slowly in a state of suspended animation. It's mind crackled across the synapses of its brothers still forming in the hollowed recesses of the hive ship. Each of them would become a living appendage of the hive mind, the embodiment of all the hunger and instinct of the brood. They were all within him now, those minds waiting to be born, watching and learning so that they would be born with all the collective intelligence and combat experience of every veteran of a thousand invasions. With a mental nod the Spore bowed to the will of its overlord and launched itself through the membranous barrier before it and out into the cold vacuum beyond. It drifted for but a moment before bracing itself. The thickened fluids within it solidifed in the absence of the mother's warmth to preserve the integrity of it's favored child. As much dead as alive, the two vessels plummeted, one within the other, to the world below. But then after a few moments both roared into life again as the atmosphere ignited the outermost musculature of the mycoloth. The whole hive watched through the beast's eyes as it crashed into the rock below.

			First impact would be a disorienting experience for most, but for the warrior of shadow and flame it was an experience it held many memories of, even though they were not its own. After the vessel halted completely, the Tyrant ripped out of the side of the spore, pushing aside its chitinous exoskeleton from within, and leapt to the ground below. It scratched its claws into the soft earth and only took a single sniff of the air to determine where the most bloodshed was as it search the web of thought for the best prey. It reached out through the synapses of the brood and flexed the muscles of its hundreds of bodies.

			A million voices roared as one. The very earth trembled and cracked as its hungering mouths clawed their way to the surface. A building crumbled in the distance and the resulting crater pulled the nearby organics into its stony maw. The fiend that would one day be known as the Balor turned and charged off towards its new found quarry, hungry to join the din of battle.

			As it approached its dorsal vents began to billow forth plumes of smoke and ash. By the time it reached the Imperial front line it was almost completely cloaked in the shadows and flickering glow of red hot cinders and blackened charcoal. It fired a bolt of scorching organic plasma from its Incinerator Canon and hit an armored vehicle leaving its smoldering husk immobile, but it craved closer more intimate combat. It spread its massive and powerful wings and with a powerful thrust leaped into the skies above before plummeting down onto its first unsuspecting victim below. It's uncoiling whip of flame would be the last thing the poor marine ever saw. The lick of the whip cleaved the pathetic creature in half. Engulfed in shadows it folded its wings down and stepped slowly from the ashen cloud it had left in its wake. Two remaining adversaries stared forth, defiant, one of flesh and one of metal. Both would serve the purposes of the brood.

			The scavengers crawled from the ash and encircled their prey, as others were doing to the last isolated pockets of resistance all across the world. They wanted nothing more than to descend and feed but the Hivelord held them at bay. These ones would be his and his alone. He needed to learn the nature of his foe and his own capabilities so that this instinct might be imprinted into the millions of copies of himself waiting to be born miles above.

			The dreadnought was the first to move, errupting at the nearest figure with it's assault cannon. The Ravener did not even try to defend itself, its instincts held in reserve by the Tyrant's indomitable will. It exploded into a burst of molten blood lighting the wrist mounted weapon of the venerated warrior with a red glow of intense heat. A dozen warriors aimed their weapons but held their fire.

			Now it was the turn of the beast. It lashed forward with it's whip and grabbed the already super heated weapon, pulling the dreadnought closer as it's bonesword flew in a wide sweeping horizontal arch.

			The dreadnought deftly caught the blow with its free hand as the marine began his own charge. Throwing aside the empty bolter he drew his combat knife lunging into the beast with all the fury he could muster. The knife struck him from behind but was deflected uselessly by the thick metallic carapace of the tyrant. The beast, looking upon this foolish human with the eyes of its brood, effortlessly spread its wings and knocked the marine from his feet.

			Refocusing on the dreadnought now locked in combat it fired its Incinerator at point blank range into the left shoulder of the helpless warrior to soften the metal shell before leaning forward and ripping it apart with its teeth. The metal nearly held but with the sound of metal on metal, a bloodcurdling scream, and a sickening crunch the beast ripped the arm free and tossed it into the waiting horde of its lesser brethren to be consumed. It's sword freed, it began hacking relentlessly into the man of metal until it ceased its pitiful struggles.

			It stopped its merciless attacks only to glide aside as a bolter flew through the air towards where its head had been a moment before. The beast had spied the man's attempt a second before, reflected in the perception of the gathered witnesses. Turning to the smaller and much less intimidating foe, it loosed its whip once again as flames erupted through the air. But the marine dropped to the ground to avoid the heat of the lash, then rolled to the side to avoid the following blow. He struggled to his feet as the tyrant leveled it's cannon on the tiny fool. It was weak and it's genetics were of no use to the brood. It would serve better reduced to it's elementary components. But as the beast began to flex its chemical sacs to ignite the bio plasma within the human did an unthinkable thing. It charged. Right into the tyrant, its knife again steady it its hand. With an unparalleled fury at all he had lost he plunged the combat knife into the glowing sac of the cannon, causing an explosion of fiery chemicals as they rapidly ignited int the air. The marine was instantly incinerated.

			The hive panicked. The synapse web was severed as their master fell to the ground wrapped in his dark wings. Instinct nearly drove them all to flee back underground. But them the grip returned. The gathered hive writhed in pain as the rage of their master ignited their very synapses with psychic backlash.

			The Balor stood up.

			It's glorious red hide was covered in black soot and festering burns left gaping wounds where molten fluids oozed forth. Around it was nothing but ash. No trace of anything but ash remained around it within the crater. Everything was blackened in a fiery inferno. Only the boiling marrow of cracked and blackened bones interrupted the roar of the flames.

			The Tyrant looked upon what its wrath had unleashed. The marine had inadvertently triggered a psychic awakening within the warp-touched beast. The flames had consumed both man and tyranid, flesh and steel alike.

			This was the power of ultimate destruction. The power of the dragon. The power of the Nidhoggr. A power that would need to be tempered and honed.

			The Balor spread its wings and took flight towards the nearest catacomb where it would return to the reclamation pool. The Hive had lost much, but much had been learned too. And in time, both the living and the dead return to the earth. And the earth would be consumed. The Brood was pleased.
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	After so brief a time, the world was once again without life. The Deep Ones looked out upon the corpses before them, checking their oxygen supplies. They gathered up whatever remains they could for analysis and hauled them back to their ship. This may have been the end of the first Tyranid incursion, but for them, it was only the beginning.		After so brief a time, the world was once again without life. The Deep Ones looked out upon the corpses before them, checking their oxygen supplies. They gathered up whatever remains they could for analysis and hauled them back to their ship. This may have been the end of the first Tyranid incursion, but for them, it was only the beginning.

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	The ground beneath Tilarus' feet rumbled, the asphalt of the street cracking, releasing gouts of super heated steam. The astartes took no notice, however, as he lifted his flamer overhead, bringing it down with a deafening crack on the carapace-covered skull of a tyranid warrior. It was a happy coincidence that none of the chapter's techmarines were nearby, lest they see the flamer's machine spirit so sorely disrespected.		The ground beneath Tilarus' feet rumbled, the asphalt of the street cracking, releasing gouts of super heated steam. The astartes took no notice, however, as he lifted his flamer overhead, bringing it down with a deafening crack on the carapace-covered skull of a tyranid warrior. It was a happy coincidence that none of the chapter's techmarines were nearby, lest they see the flamer's machine spirit so sorely disrespected.

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	This is a collection of stories dealing with the first ~~sighting~~ of the Nidhoggr Hive Fleet. Enjoy.		This is a collection of stories dealing with the first sightings of the Nidhoggr Hive Fleet. Enjoy.
	{{Story}}		{{Story}}
	It started on a clear autumn day. I had ended my shift, and was headed back to the barracks when the Global Defense Alarm sounded. Immediately the base was back on high alert, [[Imperial Guard\|Guardsmen]] scrambling to their posts, grabbing their equipment and jumping into whatever transport they could find. After everyone had made it to the briefing area, we were told that a series of bizarre meteor strikes had occurred across the planet. We were to assist in humanitarian aid and ensure that the [[Adeptus Mechanicus]] could get to the various strike locations and study the impacts. We rolled out of there with the techies and were off to the closest impact site: Municipal Centre #142, where two Class II meteors and one Class III meteor had struck. We weren't optimistic about what we would find, but we had our orders, and we planned to carry them out.		It started on a clear autumn day. I had ended my shift, and was headed back to the barracks when the Global Defense Alarm sounded. Immediately the base was back on high alert, [[Imperial Guard\|Guardsmen]] scrambling to their posts, grabbing their equipment and jumping into whatever transport they could find. After everyone had made it to the briefing area, we were told that a series of bizarre meteor strikes had occurred across the planet. We were to assist in humanitarian aid and ensure that the [[Adeptus Mechanicus]] could get to the various strike locations and study the impacts. We rolled out of there with the techies and were off to the closest impact site: Municipal Centre #142, where two Class II meteors and one Class III meteor had struck. We weren't optimistic about what we would find, but we had our orders, and we planned to carry them out.

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	May the Emperor have mercy on me.		May the Emperor have mercy on me.

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			--Intercepted Encrypted Intel Transmitting from Tiji Sector, three months after classified event codenamed "IGNITION"--

			Analysis of world extinction event code named IGNITION on planet [CLASSIFIED], the subsequent liquidation of the world, and the emergence of the new Tyranid Hive Fleet, codenamed NIDHOGGR, have been completed.

			It is speculated that the bioforms first arrived via the impact of several massive meteorites who's true purpose remained undetected for over two years. The traces of Tyrannid DNA were reported as likely remains of the incinerated Leviathan Fleet of years past and the case was subsequently closed.

			Though not the first identified biomorphs, the first xeno believed to have arrived were variant strains of Magma Corers, a xenomorph not seen since the First Tyrannid war and thought obsolete. It is believed that several buried themselves into the lower mantle of the world and systematically assembled a small hive structure incubated by the molten currents of the subterranean magma flow.

			What transpired in the years that followed are difficult to determine, but increased volcanic and seismic activity and a statistical increase in sinkholes point to the likelihood of intense underground activity and possibly predation of native fauna and flora.

			During the first encounter, modified Raveners leading heavily equipped Carnifexes, with unique inflammable mutation of their Bio Plasma, were the first encountered life forms during IGNITION.

			The traditional swarms of Gaunts were not witnessed at any time during the attack, and it is predicted that their strain may not exist within this splinter fleet. It is possible that their relatively long preparation time and preference for massive tunnels to rise suddenly and without warning from below leaves little use for infantry, using terrain to supplement their artillery.

			The artillery were not observed directly, or at least no record survived the blitz of the invasion, but heavy melta-class artillery was witnessed to rain down from the skies, propelled from afar. The expected culprit of Tyrannofexes has yet to be documented, but extreme caution, particularly for non-heat reinforced vehicles, is advised should any encounter be made.

			Analysis indicates the likelihood of Zoanthrope presence as a significant shadow was observed within the warp during the time of the assault. Whether this elusive morph was present or played any part during the assault is unknown, but the possibility of their involvement must be mentioned.

			This may hint at the origins of the new fleet, possibly a result of the warp storm generated by the events at Leviathan's Rest. Though the Salamander 5th Company confirmed complete destruction of the local fleet there it is possible that there were survivors affected by the rampant warp storm.

			After a period of less than a week there were no remaining survivors. Observations later confirmed that the atmosphere was completely blacked out by ash and dust so what occurred over the next month still remains a mystery. But what was observed was three fleet ships, unlike any Tyranid formation seen before, leaving the world in a plume of flames. When the dust of the atmosphere finally cleared there was nothing of value left upon the world. Every rare metal, every trace of life, stripped from the barren earth. Surface analysis indicated that the molten core of the world was completely gone, the mantle nothing but a web work for tunnels and holes, and it would only be a matter of time before it degraded in interstellar dust and nothing remained.

			This fleet operates like nothing ever seen before. They do not only devour the body and soul of all that live, but entire worlds, from within. We must learn to fight this new foe, to be vigilant for the dragon below, and to save the very galaxy itself from the new flame of war.

	[[Category:Hive Fleet Nidhoggr]][[Category:Tyranid]][[Category:Warhammer 40,000]]		[[Category:Hive Fleet Nidhoggr]][[Category:Tyranid]][[Category:Warhammer 40,000]]

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	May the Emperor have mercy on me.		May the Emperor have mercy on me.

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	It started on a clear autumn day. I had ended my shift, and was headed back to the barracks when the Global Defense Alarm sounded. Immediately the base was back on high alert, [[Imperial Guard\|Guardsmen]] scrambling to their posts, grabbing their equipment and jumping into whatever transport they could find. After everyone had made it to the briefing area, we were told that a series of bizarre meteor strikes had occurred across the planet. We were to assist in humanitarian aid and ensure that the [[Adeptus Mechanicus]] could get to the various strike locations and study the impacts. We rolled out of there with the techies and were off to the closest impact site: Municipal Centre #142, where two Class II meteors and one Class III meteor had struck. We weren't optimistic about what we would find, but we had our orders, and we planned to carry them out.		It started on a clear autumn day. I had ended my shift, and was headed back to the barracks when the Global Defense Alarm sounded. Immediately the base was back on high alert, [[Imperial Guard\|Guardsmen]] scrambling to their posts, grabbing their equipment and jumping into whatever transport they could find. After everyone had made it to the briefing area, we were told that a series of bizarre meteor strikes had occurred across the planet. We were to assist in humanitarian aid and ensure that the [[Adeptus Mechanicus]] could get to the various strike locations and study the impacts. We rolled out of there with the techies and were off to the closest impact site: Municipal Centre #142, where two Class II meteors and one Class III meteor had struck. We weren't optimistic about what we would find, but we had our orders, and we planned to carry them out.


	After arriving at the Centre, we discovered that the meteors had impacted on the eastern edge of the city, reducing most of the financial district to dust, but sparing a good portion of the residential district. Luckily, casualties at the time were put at an acceptable 550,000, far lower than the 3.5 million which would have resulted had the meteors struck the center of the city. The Mechanicus were stationed at the edge of the impact craters, set up to do whatever they usually do, and we were given boxes of purified water and corpse rations to hand out to the local population. Clean-up and recovery took a few months, but eventually the outer portions of the city were restored to working order. Now, I'm an [[Emperor]]-fearing man, and I've never put much stock in the [[Omnissiah]] or those "machine-spirits" the Mechanicus always mumble about, but some of the stuff they discovered from the samples of the rocks and shit they took from the impact site made me a little uneasy. They tell us that they found bio-mass within the craters; more specifically, from the xenos known as [[Tyranid\|Tyranids]]. I knew a man once, lost his arm and a good bit of his face fightin' them filthy xenos, and he always said that they were the most terrifying sight he had ever beheld. I shuddered to think that they may bear down upon us. I might have shuddered more if I had known what was to happen in the days to come.		After arriving at the Centre, we discovered that the meteors had impacted on the eastern edge of the city, reducing most of the financial district to dust, but sparing a good portion of the residential district. Luckily, casualties at the time were put at an acceptable 550,000, far lower than the 3.5 million which would have resulted had the meteors struck the center of the city. The Mechanicus were stationed at the edge of the impact craters, set up to do whatever they usually do, and we were given boxes of purified water and corpse rations to hand out to the local population. Clean-up and recovery took a few months, but eventually the outer portions of the city were restored to working order. Now, I'm an [[Emperor]]-fearing man, and I've never put much stock in the [[Omnissiah]] or those "machine-spirits" the Mechanicus always mumble about, but some of the stuff they discovered from the samples of the rocks and shit they took from the impact site made me a little uneasy. They tell us that they found bio-mass within the craters; more specifically, from the xenos known as [[Tyranid\|Tyranids]]. I knew a man once, lost his arm and a good bit of his face fightin' them filthy xenos, and he always said that they were the most terrifying sight he had ever beheld. I shuddered to think that they may bear down upon us. I might have shuddered more if I had known what was to happen in the days to come.