The World Eater (CVU Open Event OOC)

It had been a long time.

The Ocean tasted different. The earth's structure, the tectonic plates, had been in much different place than what it had long ago remembered. As it rose, from depths few of earth's machines could reach, it had seen that there was very little. Crees formed in it's armor, an Opaque, bio-organic vibranium isotope that did not do well to allow any sort of energy pass it. Thus, from the gaps, light was emitted so that it might view it surroundings with it's own eyes.

Nabuu, was the equivalent of a walking nuclear reactor. As such, the energy it lent was what enabled the collective to grow. It's own personal ecosystem. However, the bottom of the ocean was a barren place. There was no light, and Nabuu had little time to find an active volcano to serve as a source of heat. It did not grow most ideally here, but it was enough.

A roar was all they needed to awaken.

Somewhere off the Coast of Sierra Leone.

The collective did well to survey the environment. Underwater made for poor travel of electromagnetic energies, which were conducted and scattered throughout the water. Sound however, was ideal. Hunters could passively echolocate everything around it.

It had come to find that the closer to the surface it went, the more things were different. Everything, from the creatures, to the taste of the water, to the now expansive civilization that clearly had grown significantly since it's last encounter with them. Now to, the surface has their transport ships and war machines. It tasted the air and found far less oxygen than before. Once there were creatures who roamed the earth of enormous size, for something so genetically primitive. Surely now, such creatures could not possibly exist.

It's tail rose into the air, and soon, it began to sample all the the electromagnetic frequencies present. Methods of deciphering it all for the senses was what took longer. Roughly ten minutes. Once it achieves this, however, it became easier. It took thirty minutes to learn ten languages. In an hour, it knew exactly the right environment for it to best populate the land. At the two hour mark, it more so gathered whatever information it could to relevantly. To make an adequate nest for the collective.

*SPLOOSH*

The sun was setting, and the water was dark. There was little threat here in the world in general, let alone what Nabuu already knew to be a poor country. Weak in concerns to resources. The ships it saw were oriented towards transfer of resources and to carry out small patrols. They had nothing to see more than a foot beneath the water clearly. When it neared land, it slowed to lessen it's own wake, The visible displacing of water from it's movement. It was already mitigated by the darkness. Roughly, the depth off the coast of the country for some time was enough. But the cover of night came. And with that they appeared.

There was a small boy who saw it all. The things in the sky, looking like birds, and yet moving like bees. Flapping their wings as they rapidly cut through the air and consumed a good portion of the sky visible from where he was standing. He saw the creatures that came out of the water of vaguely human shape and size. Before him, he saw the thing itself, rising slowly from the water with a silence that belayed it's enormous height. He saw it stoop low, and inch ever so slightly forward like a cat rather than a 90 meter (295 foot) tall Kaiju. The boy looked up at him like a deer in headlights. Drops of sweat trickling down his dark skin. Big brown eyes wide, and a mouth trying to yell something as his throat seized something. Eventually, it came out.

"MAMA!!!"

From house, ensuing a woman ran out some thirty seconds later. Her boy sits, crying into his knees as she runs up to him. She holds him, comforts him. Looks around. Listens to his whispers of monsters. Only then does she actually look around her. There are numerous footprints, from creatures not of this earth. Most prominent, she came to realize, was the giant footprint she was right next to.

Within the footprint, the boy and his mother sat roughly in between the toes.

But no monsters in sight

Basically, a fight between giant monster and it's army vs Whoever comes to defend it.

The buildup is the above intro :P Not much planned in the realm of narrative. Mostly, it's meant to be a just for fun event that can turn to be more narrative maybe.

The event might look extremely high tier at first glance, and Nabuu may appear to be utterly invulnerable but it is not in truth.

Generally, the more "middle" to some high tiers are best. But, in reality, there are things I could street levelers doing here that are actually, significant to the narrative at hand (and some that they themselves might have). But it will probably be hard.

Overall however, I don't like level caps. So I won't put one in. I've seen people who sprinkle galaxies on their breakfast cereal be fun. But that's few and far in between.

Ask and be accepted (or rejected). Straight up. My only general requirement is to not be someone who ruins events.

I planned this mostly by myself. There is no predetermined outcome.

"The fiercest serpent may be overcome by a swarm of ants."

The creature called the Nabuu is known as a being that warps everything it so treads, mutating life forms into something else more foreign, more alien from life. The amount of it's own bio-mass is rivaled, by that of what is called simply, the collective.

Nabuu is a being that needs no names to identify or communicate with it's spawn. And so, mostly men are the ones to name the creatures. Few have encountered them long enough to be studied, for the creatures dislike being watched. The purpose of the collective is to further Nabuu;s own objective. They are, in a way, an extension of itself, and host a biomass that can grow to easily dwarf that of Nabuu and most any other Kaiju itself.

Some rumor that, the swarm in itself is capable of consuming entire worlds.

Hive mind:Functionally, the collective is an enormous collective consciousness. Despite what one might think, each organism can and does operate with a degree of independence, but their goals are oriented towards the benefit of the whole and the propgation of it's species.

Nabuu easily occupies the largest part of this mind, it's brain like a giant supercomputer that guides them, but Nabuu's death or incapacitation would not bring about their end. Rather than a brain, Nabuu can be seen as a general. It's death would be disastrous but ultimately would not lead to the immediate death of the hive mind. Instead, the collective would put it's mind together and work as one sort of unified entitiy, just without Nabuu's vast wealth of knowledge.

The Hive mind as a whole, renders the entire army resistant to telepathy. Fucntionally, the more there are in a single concentrated area, the harder it becomes.

Radiation Absorption:Most all of the swarm has the ability to feed on ambient Gamma rays, usually produced by Nabuu to feed the beings around him in the abscence of food. However, this default state does very little to allow continuous reproduction. Particularly if Nabuu leaves.

Vore

Radiation Absorption:The Vore has the ability to absorb nuclear and electromagnetic radiation in a way not disimiliar from photosynthesis, hosting a wide array of melanin that constantly varies with it's environment, in order to absorb the most ideal type of radiation. This enables the Vore, to survive on most any planet with an abundance or energy and atmospheres.

Bio-mass consumption: More often than not, the Vore will adapt to be able to consume the most abundant source of life with nearly a hundred percent efficiency. More often than not, these are plants, microbes or other such products. (Such as oil and natural gas.) Small parts of it can be oriented towards trapping and ensnaring animals however.

Growth: The Vore can move and grow extremely quickly, depending on how much energy and biomass there is present. Eerily enough, it is not too disimiliar from the concept of grey goo, and can move as quickly to consume as three miles per hour. However, the cost is that the bigger it becomes, the more it takes to sustain it, like any organism. Thankfully, it does not use much energy, and it can propagate functionally in any place where any kind of life can live.

Environmental Manipulation:The Vore can exert pressure in order to otherwise pressure or exert force on it's environement. It can adjust the friction, angling of the ground, cause large structures to crumble and generally influence all aspects of the area it grows within.

From the environment, small portions may feed off the resources as a whole to become large movable limbs and spikes of varying shapes and sizes, which may jutt up from the ground, or even simply cause rocks to fall or areas to give way. Sometimes, the Vore may even decrease the friction in an area, or increase it to the point of causing certain areas to stick to whatever it touches.

Vore Seed: "Seeds"or eggs of varying sizes that can be carried by creatures as large as Nabuu and as small as hunters. These seeds can emb themselves in most sources of energy and thusly, grow to feed off whatever source of chemical energy it is given. It can eat the things in the soil. It can grow to feed from waste in the sewers, or eat a pile of nuclear byproducts.

It can even grow inside of a human being, or superhuman, and grow to feed off their energy, even controlling them like a puppet to make them a "zombie" of sorts.

Hunters

Hunters are the breadth of the collective's ground force, a versatile creature capable of fufilling many rolls, from scouting to direct attack.

Monomolecular claws and teeth:The claws of a hunter are capable of cleaving through most materials with varying degrees of efficiency. It may easily burrow into concrete and lop through type III Bulletproof armor with perhaps moderate difficulty. The thing's claws can cut into the fuel tank of an armored personal carrier and understandably, slice through ordinary, unarmored human beings as if they were air.

Echolocation/Sonar: Hunters are capable of echo-locating in open air, either through passive methods using ambient sounds, or through producing high pitched sounds itself. Their range is roughly out to 300 yards at their loudest. The act of active echolocation often gives warning of their approach. However, it can easily be masked to sound like any number of wildlife.

Enhanced Senses

• Smell:Roughly on par with an earthly bloodhound. This means that, a hunter needs only a few molecules to actually defend something. They immune to being masked by things such as bleach and convetnional scent maskers.
• Sight: Perfect vision in most conditions, in tandem with night vision and the ability to track thermal signatures like that of a hawk.
• Hearing:A very high range of frequencies far beyond the spectrums of human hearing. A hunter can catch a heartbeat in dead silence out to twenty feet away.
• Taste:The hunter can determine the composition of most anything that enters it's mouth, down to the last molecule. It knows how nutritious anything is, and can tell if something is poisoned. Should it's snout be disabled, it may taste that air like a snake and gather rough estimate of it's composition.

Superhuman Strength:Hunters have a high degree of strength relative to a human. Most can easily tear the limbs and heads off a human. Larger, seven foot tall (on all fours) can tip over cars.

Venom: Each one has a a chemically inert sac of Hydrofluoric Acid that it can spit out in a jetstream at an effective range of around twenty feet.

Flock

The Flock are an army of what can be described by many as "wings with teeth." The Flock fly about with their primary purpose being destruction (and often devouring) or the enemy. It can be easy to think of them functionally as flying piranahs, capable of whizzing through the sky at maddening speeds.

However, they serve greater purpose. Indeed, they Flock are designed to utterly dominate the sky through sheer density and to act as a shield for their master. Their razor sharp teeth can be comprised of any number of materials, with a select few having segments of vibranium tips embed in their teeth, ideal for tearing into the flesh of most any superhuman. However, most simply are content with a forged diamond. With these teeth, they can fly mouths open and act as an area denial device.

Their speed and potential overspecialization, becomes hindering to a point. The Flock functionally has a very small digestive system by the sheer nature of it's design and constantly burns through it's energy reserves to overcome the tensile strength. Thusly, their numbers can be rather limited by the amount of actual food available.

Strength:Flock vary in size and shape. Some are as large as an average birds, while others can grow to be the size of a large dog. In great numbers, they can carry off fully grown human males to be eaten mid-air. Woah to the being who can regenerate infinitely, for they lone the Flock an infinite supply of food.

Their bite strength is measurable somewhere in the tons, and while unable to necessarily bite anything, the sharpness of their teeth lets them cut most materials with diamond teeth, and to be able to pierce functionally anything with Vibranium teeth.

Speed:The Flock can fly at approximately 250 miles per hour, speeds akin to a drag racer, but in the air. They can turn on a dime like a bat and maneuver with a bat like efficiency.

Monomolecularly edged Teeth:As previously mentioned, they are made of diamond or vibranium (in small amounts, due to the difficulty Nabuu has in producing it. The teeth are sharp enough to cut into anything, but how deep (even with vibranium) depends upon

The Chosen

Humans turned into forces of the Nabuu by the Vore. Their anatomy is changed in order to make for ideal purposes of weapons, but their true use among the human population is far more serious. The Chosen bring information to Nabuu, and they still retain memories of their past life to key the World Eater in to aspects of civilization. Some among them are even allowed to retain their full intelligence and will in exchange for loyal service to the Titan God of Terraformation.

There are two classes of chosen.

Lesserchosen have had their minds turned into that of a wild beast, answering more or less only to Nabuu and of little mental capacity that renders them capable of actually understanding the memories they have. Instead, they view their memories in a way not too dissimilar of a Dog watching a TV. They gather information, but know nothing of what to make of it.

Greaterchosen retain their full intelligence and serve Nabuu willingly. They serve as often, tacticians, scouts, information gathers and individuals spent on complex and specialized tasks in the service of the greater collective, something that requires a general human level of intelligence. Not only this, but they can alter their anatomy to be designed however it is they see fit. Some can look just like a normal human at the surface and others can look like monsters that are only vaguely humanoid at best. As such, they tend to be physically superior to their lesser kin.

Neural Drain:The chosen have a specialized ability that enables them to gather information from humans, metahumans and other forms of sentient life. Parts of the brain store large swaths of memories, and are properly reallocated (They in actuality have very vast amount of memories) to be able to accommodate the draining of another brain.

From any number of areas, from the face to the chest, the drain uses tendrils that easily conform to fit snugly through any orifice (Mouth, eyes, ears, nose) and from that point they can molecularly integrate their brains with the brains of the user, using chemical reactions to manipulate the very nervous system of their victim. From there, it can invasive view and bring about all memories through the user's life.

The rapid chemical reaction and utter ravaging of the brains structure, renders most victims dead in minutes.

Superhuman Strength:The creatures have a high degree of explosive strength. A casual swat from one can easily pick men up off the ground and send them several meters away. One can usually leap some twenty feet into the air, and scale buildings with a Gorilla like Grace.

Superhuman Durability:They have a high degree of resistance to conventional heat, directed energy weapons and to chemical reactions, and usually are too durable to be put down by mere. They however, cannot withstand prolonged exposure to fires, chemical fires and other weapons, and lack defenses against attacks outside of the nature of their strength.

Ravagers

Ravagers are the monster's functional equivalent to a tank. Their larger size makes them the most rare, and they normally feed on the flesh spawn of the Vore for sustenance in the absence of actual food. This makes their main duty to protect the Vore, and to strike at core points in the battle where it's strength, toughness and other abilities are needed. Otherwise, they normally spend their time digging tunnels in large clumps for any number of purposes, sometimes even in solid rock.

Strength:A Ravager has sufficient strength to smash through rock and concrete, to flip tanks, damage them with it's strikes and to send a person a foot ball field's length with a swat.

Durability: A simple way to put them is that they are simply as tough as a main battle tank, and more than ten times more flexible. They are capable of shrugging off small arms fire, large explosions and RPGs to the point of seeming immune to man portable human weaponry. They can withstand temperatures of roughly 2000 degrees Fahrenheit for short periods of times. They absorb radiation well, but their increased strength leaves them with a lesser thermal resistance. In truth, however, any attack that can destroy or damage a tank, can wound a Ravanger.

Claws: Sharp enough to rend through steel and concrete.