The now Tyranid Overseer remained still for a few moments not seeming to comprehend.

"You make the mistake of believing we can be dislodged from our purpose. We are offering you time to flee in exchange for something of equal value, the keys to a more biomass rich world perhaps. You must choose now, no more questions."

The Zenomthrope seethed with energy as the horde outside writhed in anticipation of the coming feast. This planet would be consumed with or without the life forms inhabiting it.