Devourer

**Dev. Status** | Conceptual

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## Tactical Analysis

* **(Title 1):** (Overview)

* **(Title 2):** (Secondary)

* **(Title 3):** (Miscellaneous capabilities)

* **(Title 4):** (Upgraded nature)

## Operational History

It was fast, far too fast for something made of the tissues of life to be moving. Raw red flesh of tightly corded pseudo-muscle cells twitched between vantablack carbon carapace that seemed almost some sort of machine that the meat had woven itself around while the beast scrambled around on too many legs, splitting them apart as needed to achieve better footing before recombining them in a bizarre, almost flowing sort of gait whenever it wasn't bouncing from one wall to the next. It was getting closer, closer, every missed shot letting the thing approach, its stinking iron-scented breath hot as hell itself and its body exuding hungry supercells from its waste heat, unblinking eyes hyper-dilated to get a bead on him.

He fired again, the bear-sized thing, this **Devourer**, simply took the shot head-on with its bear trap-like jaws snapping their black plates closed while its short, vicious face squealed in an undulating, ululating drone. It was moving on four legs mostly, he recognised, but its four stabbing, grabbing limbs were getting perilously close as it wove through machine gun fire. A grenade launcher was fired at once of the things as it tensed like a dog about to pounce, sickle claws extending and gripping into the ground, the explosion washing across the Hellbeast which opened up its mouth and extended what he thought were tongues, then intestines, but then realised it was actually its shapeshifting flesh mass reaching out.

When it impaled Saito, he vomited out blood only for roping red tendrils to tear out of his mouth, extending feelers to catch the blood and ensure nothing went to waste. Honda almost wanted to vomit, but Saito started to steam, his tissue mouldering away as the *monster* quivered and vomited out a fresh mass of hungry, writhing plasmic cells waiting for an investiture of further material to grow. That was all they were to them, food, material, components to be broken down into a horrid hive mind whose hunger was sufficient to consume heaven itself. And the thing that had devoured Saito soon absorbed the mass, adding it to its own, shifting its entire body, growing larger, heavier, with gun arms pulling their way from steaming meat with a hideous howling laugh as it became an entirely different sort of unit, one more suited for taking on the heavy robots at the compound. Honda resisted the urge to kill himself then and there, Seppekku would only give his meat, his flesh to them without a fight, The Hellbeasts wanted him to kill himself, he could feel it, the way they leered at those who had decided to go down in blazes of glory or take their own exit from this life. He would not give them the satisfaction, not even when the sight of one whose head had been cut in twain by a Wave Force Katana simply flowed the severed meat back into place, missing pieces from another swing crawling, wriggling back into the beast and melting back into place like it had not been injured at all and jabbed its claws into poor young Izumi, who got treated to the sight of his own intestines being pulled out while he melted at the touch of its cells.

The Plasma reactor was damaged, its conduits unstable, and they were getting so very close.

With the Kachi being pulled apart and their metals being extracted by rasping, bladed tendrils, looking for anything salvageable, he had only a little time left. And with a prayer to his children that he wouldn't be able to come home like he promised, the Samurai cut the safety couplings of the reactor and took the compound, and every trace of the hungry flesh to the fires of annihilation.

## Just the Stats

 **Armour Type** | Infantry

 **DPS** | 50-450

 **DPS** | 50/5-450/15

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