Looking down at the newly created mass of writhing tentacles, the god had no clue what to name the clone as it was made out of necessity and didn't get that far ahead from surviving. Looking around for inspiration, it just couldn't come up with anything at the moment. With nothing to say, it simply thought, 'Sorry, little one, you have yet to earn a name as of yet.' Feeling extreme levels of guilt, looking down at the tiny mass of writhing flesh.
The little creature just stared at the god with its one yellow eye before it heard a faint voice saying, 'I understand. How do I earn the right to be named?'
Looking back at its quest, an evil thought came to mind before responding. 'I need you to help scout the way ahead for me and leave behind as many corpses as you can, right now. We are prisoners in this place and need to escape from here, the battle against that thing from earlier took a lot out of me, and I need to recover.'
Being given its orders, it quickly jumped up and down with what could be only assumed to be glee 'Yes, my creator!' before going off into the distance, fast going down the direction the god came from. Attempting to tell the new creature about this mistake, the god thought, 'Wait, you're going the wrong way. But it was already too far away for the hive mind skill to reach it.
Looking down the now empty hallway, it could only sigh, 'I guess I deserved that.' before entering the vents once more and continuing down the hallway searching for a way out.
Fifteen minutes later.
The smell of decay began to permeate the air, and the sound of both gun firing and screams could be heard as it continued down the hallway. Bits and pieces, both human corpses and experiment 2187, could be seen both in the hallway in the vent it resided in. Not willing to let such an opportunity go, it let out a tendril, two tendrils with mouths and eyes, quickly devouring the scraps as it went by.
[Host has devoured foreign flesh +10 hp]
[Host has devoured foreign flesh +4 hp]
[Host has devoured foreign flesh +2 hp]
[Host has devoured foreign flesh +8 hp]
Seeing the numbers go up and some of the pain it felt subsiding, a sharp pain came from the tendril outside while devouring it pulled it back in.
[Host has taken damage from a small gun -2 health]
A tinge of anger could be felt as it looked at this message 'why can't I just eat in peace?' it thought before only focusing on eating the corpses of experiment 2187 in the vents.
[Host has devoured foreign flesh +1 hp]
[Host has devoured foreign flesh +1 hp]
[Host has devoured foreign flesh +2 hp]
As it continued along, the shouts became more and more apparent, and began to hear coherent sentences in the mix. "what the hell are these things!?" "I don't know. They keep on coming in droves," unsure what is going on, it could see a make shift barrier made out of desks and metal wiring and a few open with lights flickering not too far away.
The sounds of small squealing could be heard now along with every passing second as it continued to get closer to it, only to have its path obstructed by a wall in the vent. Trying to scout out the area quickly puts a hole in the bottom of the duct it's in with its teeth before putting out a tendril with an eye at the tip of it.
Keeping the tendril close to the ceiling, it slowly slithered its way towards the makeshift barricade at a 4-way cross hallway with twenty armed soldiers like the ones from before. "Dang it, where is bravo seven? They should've finished grabbing anything of value so we can get out of here!" A burly man about 6'5 shouts, firing what looks like a small minigun from his waist as green blood sprays from outside one of the holes. "Alice, any word from them in the walkies!?"
A woman about 5'8 tall looking down at a small walkies listening to anything possible responded in an exasperated tone, "No sir, and all transmission was cut the moment we entered this place. There must be some scrambler preventing communications." One soldier wearing glasses constantly about 5'7 reloading weapons shouts. "Captain, if we stay here for much longer, we are going to run out of ammo. Should we begin using incendiary weapons to buy us time to make a better barricade?"
one of the shorter men, about 5'6 carrying a light machine gun shooting out of the barricade, shouts, "Men, we are going to have to retreat into that hallway, he says, pointing in the direction the god of flesh is, we haven't seen any of those things for a while bravo five you take point, bravo 3 gather up our gear alpha one continue providing cover fire while we try to make another barricade further down."
As if on cue, they all said at once, "Yes, captain." before everyone started moving into position.
Worried about its tendril being seen, it quickly began pulling back its tendril, trying to stay hidden from the group as they move towards it. If the god could smile, it would be grinning from excitement getting more health from such people. Quickly looking over its stats, it begins to formulate a plan.
[Host: God of Flesh
Level: 3/5
Exp: 56/80
Species: Primal base (I)
Attributes:
Health: 615/1904
Strength: 151
Speed: 160
Agility: 165
Intelligence: 220
Biomass: 1904lbs.
Energy: 0/225
Evolutionary energy: 27
Active Skills:
Flesh manipulation Level 3- Limit 4 tendrils
Bone generation level 2
Hive Mind level 1
Surgeon Level 1
Dodge Level 1 (new)
Passive Skills:
Devour level 2
Organ generation Level 2
Mental corruption level 3
Surpass limits level 1
Pain resistance level 3 (level up)
Mental processing Level 2
Quick reaction level 1
Survival instinct Level 1
Compound eyes
Parasitic replication Level 2 (level up)
Leg generation level 1
shock absorption level 1(new)]
Seeing its stats, it began to form a plan 'So far, I can only generate two spike-like legs and four tendrils, my creation ran away, so I can't depend on it, but I can create at least two more at a time with the level up from the skill worst comes to worst. They are armed to the teeth and have weapons that cause incendiary damage, which hurts me greatly. I have three ways to go about this. First, I can do four things given my environment and that my only hiding spot is a vent right above them that creaks every time I move. My first option could go in blazing and heal as I fight, but their weapons would wipe me to shreds, and I don't have the speed or mass kill all twenty of them at once.
The second option I have is to jump down, pick up two of them and then head barreling the vents back where I came quickly, healing as much as possible with the two bodies or creating more clones to fight for me. However, he made a lot of noise from the last guy, and they are too unpredictable. They can only generate tentacles as far as I know, so although they would be good at dodging and buying time, they are too numerous, and we can't handle any widespread damage.
My third option is to let them pass and slowly pick them one by one and devour them, but once again, even if I do that, they will eventually catch on and are all on high alert so that it would do nothing for me.
My final then would be to let them pass and eat as many of what I believe to be subject 2187 as possible before heading back to devour them.'
Looking over its options, it decided to go with the last chance of letting them eat their pursuers and heal up. The only thing left for it to do now was wait as its meal comes straight to it.