by Rob (Meade)
Scaws of Transcore Hive
On the moon of Rhysia, a ruined forgeworld moon with grim secrets below it’s crust… mutants, known as scaws to the indigenous human population, stalk the ruins of the hives and the ash waste. Centuries of breeding in isolation, amongst the industrial waste has led to horrendous abominations. They have adopted a tribal society with the most hideous and powerful mutants as leaders, and survive by hunting the human survivors of the planet as well as lifeforms such as birds which migrate to the surface of the moon to roost.
The largest member of the tribe, Obbo is unfortunately dim-witted. At least the Obbo with the most control over Obbo’s body is… Obbo, the leftmost head, knows things… especially things his talking rat sneek tells him. The three Obbos are always arguing about one thing or another. Obbo makes himself useful by loading the tribe’s food and supplies on his back. With his massive claw, he is deadly at close quarters.
Bindi is the tribe’s sharpshooter. His original eyes have atrophied under a tangle of hair.. but his eyestalks more than make up for it.
Obbo’s talking rat. He will only talk to Obbo, and only the leftmost head that is Obbo.
Calb’s Dream: Part 5
…More time passed, now on the outskirts of Transcore. The dream returned, came every night. The same bird, the second head. As the ruins loomed higher, there were larger flocks of canterbirds. He hunted them as he went. They came from the many abandoned wells and mine passages. The surface of Luna Tartania was a gateway to the dark and brutal undermoon, where there was no place for most things human. Birds would travel upwards from the bottomless wells, on their endless migrations to and from their roosting grounds. They were a source of water and nutrient in this waste, where rain was a rarity and trickled back into the moon after falling. The birds carried their water with them, and so did he. He thanked the Emperor there were no signs of the greater monsters from below. The Home Bark had defenses against such things, but alone a man was vulnerable.
Here the ancients had formed a barrier, not to restrain the scaws but to warn away humans. Makeshift walls, formed of scrap and mixed with razorwire, and warning runes… bleeding into solid walls half-finished. He wondered about that time. How could such a mighty Hive fall? Compared to these works his small lifespan was as a grain of dust in an endless sea. Yet still they crumbled all around him. It rose above him, a spire as tall as the heavens, mocking him…