
Deck 3 Brood Matron
Every mite on this ship came out of me. So will you, in pieces.
Tell: a slam at close range. At half hull it hardens its shell (shielded).
Every third deck, a boss guards the breach. The way down stays sealed until it is destroyed. Bosses telegraph: the tiles their big attack will hit are painted on the map one turn ahead — step out of them. At half hull they change phase, and near death they enrage.

Every mite on this ship came out of me. So will you, in pieces.
Tell: a slam at close range. At half hull it hardens its shell (shielded).

The loading frame that stacked ten thousand crates without complaint. Its manifest ended; its shift never did.
A hand-built multi-phase fight with its own mechanics.

The mid-ship warden AI given a body. It lied to the crew about quarantine right up to the end.
A hand-built multi-phase fight with its own mechanics.

The ship's fabricator-priest. It printed hull, printed drones, and when the requisitions stopped, it kept printing anyway.
A hand-built multi-phase fight with its own mechanics.

We were built to repair you. We have decided you are the damage.
Tell: a pulse around itself, inflicting stunned. At half hull it calls its brood. Calls spark swarms.

It ate the deck it was spilled on, then the deck below, then the crew.
Tell: a pulse around itself, inflicting corroded. At half hull it knits itself back together. Calls acid puddles.

The security overseer's intelligence, rebuilt bigger and buried deeper. It learned from dying the first time.
A hand-built multi-phase fight with its own mechanics.

A crew survivor, fused with the vault's dead and hosting its bone-swarm. It remembers being a person. That's the worst part.
A hand-built multi-phase fight with its own mechanics.

The cargo hold's oldest tenant. It remembers when the hold was full.
Tell: a lunge down a lane, inflicting bleeding. At half hull it surges (hasted). Calls hold stalkers.

It does not hunt you alone. It never has.
Tell: a ring at a distance, inflicting slowed. At half hull it calls its brood. Calls shadow hounds.

The last fortification of the security deck, and every barrel still loaded.
Tell: a cross-shaped blast. At half hull it hardens its shell (shielded). Calls flak emplacements.

Ninety voices, one scream: the crew who died singing.
Tell: a ring at a distance, inflicting stunned. At half hull it surges (hasted). Calls flicker ghosts.

The bloom began here, in her. The ship is her garden now.
Tell: a pulse around itself, inflicting irradiated. At half hull it calls its brood. Calls puffballs.

It grew in the coolant lines for a hundred years, and never stopped growing.
Tell: a lunge down a lane, inflicting slowed. At half hull it knits itself back together. Calls coolant eels.

The navigation choir's conductor. Its hymn is the course to nowhere.
Tell: a cross-shaped blast, inflicting burning. At half hull it hardens its shell (shielded). Calls lance seraphs.

It steps over bulkheads. It steps over you.
Tell: a slam at close range, inflicting stunned. At half hull it surges (hasted). Calls stilt walkers.

The first seeker program, and the only one that never missed.
Tell: a lunge down a lane, inflicting marked. At half hull it surges (hasted). Calls hunter darts.

The foundry's fire, grown a heart and a hunger.
Tell: a ring at a distance, inflicting burning. At half hull it calls its brood. Calls embers.

I gave the order to stay. I will not let you leave.
Tell: a lunge down a lane, inflicting bleeding. At half hull it calls its brood. Calls security chiefs.

The last guardian between you and the escape craft, built so the reactor would never be reached.
A hand-built multi-phase fight with its own mechanics.