kola2134
...one week after the tendrils arrival, the silence which had ensued suddenly stopped.
A whisper was picked up by the sensors of the surrounding ships, then a second, a third.
Moments later the tendril twitched, shivered, then, without warning swung around in a wide arc...
There was as shattering sound, then a scraping, despite the vaccuum, the tip of the tendril, scraped across... something, then...
Reality tore open with the disgusting sound of tearing flesh, with it came another whisper, though this one more like anguished screeching, they could not tell one word from another, nor did they understand what they said, but they felt the meaning throbbing in their heads, speaking of anger, violence, hatred, fear, agony, hunger, wrath, sacrifice, despair, bloodlust...
...the entire process only took seconds but left a large gash in the fabric of time-space, through this tear, a mist the color of blood was slowly seeping into realspace.
Nothing else came out of the portal, yet it stood open, almost like a challenge...