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The fight was chaos. Tola’s frag grenade took one Gestalt at the knees, but the second charged Mendez, its blade-arm punching through his stomach. Mendez had time to look down, shrug, and press the detonator on the satchel charge he’d been carrying. The explosion vaporized him and the Gestalt. Shrapnel tore through Tola’s leg, sending him down into the pink muck.

Tia looked down at her hands. The skin between her fingers was weeping a clear sap. She’d stopped trying to wash it off. She looked at the others: Mendez, the farmer, now missing three fingers he’d hacked off after they sprouted tiny, toothy mouths. Little Whiskers, the colony’s tame megasloth, had grown a second, weeping eye on its flank. They’d had to put Whiskers down. rimworld fleshmass nucleus

For a second, nothing. The psychic drone rose to a deafening shriek, a million voices crying out in betrayal. Then the lance spat a sun-hot beam of plasma. The Nucleus shuddered . A fissure ran up its length. Amber fluid and half-formed limbs burst from the crack. The fight was chaos

The ground convulsed. The fleshmass carpet writhed, curling inward like a wounded animal. The Gestalt looming over Tia collapsed, its face suddenly slack, human again for one merciful moment before it dissolved into slurry. The explosion vaporized him and the Gestalt