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[Something Evil]

*The nearby mawlocs, and their much larger replicas, trygons the size of a house, gather to the source of the disturbance, ready to rip to shreds any black, green-glowing deathless metal killers that might emerge from below.*
'The moment of truth. And I'm caught cooking...'

[iceball3]

((Not quite.))
*The dust clears up, and a deep, unlit black metal pipe goes straight down.*

[Twi]

((Oy.))
Jack returns to BE AT SAID PIPE. IN THE EXACT SAME FORM AND OUTFIT AS EARLIER. Including the guns.
"Well...not much else to do but go down there."

[Something Evil]

*A tide of chitin-plated bodies has gathered at the edge of the pipe by now. Every possible Tyranid strain big enough to fit trough mills around, awaiting any movement, while others stand ready to offer fire support.*
((How large is the opening to this thing?))

[Ochita]

*Jon and Nyra appears, near to the pipe due to all of the Tyranids going there*
"Whats going on?"

[iceball3]

*A tide of chitin-plated bodies has gathered at the edge of the pipe by now. Every possible Tyranid strain big enough to fit trough mills around, awaiting any movement, while others stand ready to offer fire support.*
((How large is the opening to this thing?))

((Two or three yards in radii))
*They gather up around the hole, a distinct lack of feeling that a threat is nearby, but rather, the feeling of  of myself down there, barely conscious. But relatively unharmed and regaining it quickly. A faint green glow is seen down below.*

*Jon and Nyra appears, near to the pipe due to all of the Tyranids going there*
"Whats going on?"

((They haven't gone down yet.))

[Ochita]

((I know, but due to all of them going near the pipe they go there to investigate.))
*Nyra decides to jump down, and so Jon follows her. Falling*

[Twi]

Jack facepalms and goes down the hole, though he does it a lot slower cuz he kinda has wings at the moment. >_>

[Something Evil]

*Countless winged Tyranids pour in, some carrying bulkier Hive Guard to the depths of the pipe, while the Zoanthrope brain-bugs gently float down. The Tyrant's voice resounds crystal-clear from the teeming mass.*
"I personally fear we're sitting on a Necron Tomb World. That would be quite a blast. Preferably a blast from a planet-cracking weapon from high orbit, after a full evacuation. The fact that there is no Hive here does not exclude the possibility of these ancient killers."
"But first, let us attend to Iceball."

[iceball3]

*They descend, a good 200 feet maybe. The glow is fairly bright now and the silhouette of me, laying on a pile of dirt that managed to hold itself on the grate, my hand against a glowing hexagonal plate.*

[Ochita]

"What shoul-- I'm going to help her!"
*Nyra attempts to get Iceball up.*

[Twi]

"Wait, what?" Jack asks when he gets down there, noticing that Iceball is apparently a silhouette now.
He helps Nyra try to pick Iceball up.
((>_>))

[iceball3]

"What shoul-- I'm going to help her!"
*Nyra attempts to get Iceball up.*

"Uh, thanks... Also. I'm a guy in case you saw me incorrectly."*Laughs briefly.*

"Wait, what?" Jack asks when he gets down there, noticing that Iceball is apparently a silhouette now.
He helps Nyra try to pick Iceball up.
((>_>))

*You SAW a silhouette. You can now see me more clearly now that we are next to each other.*
"Hey, thanks."
*Looks over at the glowing plate. The hexagon shrinks down and changes shape to form a single spot in the center.*

[Twi]

((I know but >_>))
"You're welcome. Anyways...we should probably figure out what the hell this does already, other than be evil."

[Something Evil]

*Most of the Tyranids form a defensive perimeter bristling with claws and living guns, while three Zoas begin to inspect the plate.*
"It does not appear to be of Necron origin. That discount one nasty surprise and leaves an infinity of others."