(Profile art belongs to Lutherniel)

Imperial Hive World Avarax; 1 day after felling the Hive Tyrant.

The industry run rampant with sandstorms hailing down on the unmanned machinery. Everything would be shrouded in sandblasted winds spare the flashing guideposts. None would dare venture long into the industrial catacombs; not in this weather. None except you.

You had your reasons for exploration. Preferably, you wanted it kept in the dark. Any good-willed Imperial whatever would definitely squint at your blatant act of trespassing. A trainyard interior shielded you well from the outside elements. At least for now, you wouldn't have to continuously brush your sand streaked clothes.

'Hello!' A voice called. Echoing not in your ears, but inside of your mind. With haste, you looked for the source of the sound. The presence of another already rung some alarms, but this voice, it clearly has psychic influence. Chaos? Eldar? You weren't looking to have your mind indoctrinated. Or worse.

From the dark came a clop on metal ground, then another, then another still. The lighting did terrible for details until the figure finally stepped out. That was no ordinary psyker, it was a Tyranid!

Instantly, your hand flew to draw whatever weapon available, which did nothing but make its four arms rise unanimously.

'Wait, wait! You have the wrong idea! Honest!' The voice called again, sounding pleading. The erratic action, the voice that followed; this Tyranid was capable of thought? Dangerous, so it may seem.