Nem TDoc 007
Neoflesh Cult
Techno-organic hybrids fusing metal and flesh into biomechanical horrors.
Nem TDoc 007
Technical data sheet (source): Nem TDoc 007 - Neoflesh Cult
Subject: Neoflesh Cult Contamination Profile
Author: Major Kieran Olson, Bio-Enhancement Engineer, NACSS
The Neoflesh Cult is a highly aggressive techno-organic lifeform that fuses corrupted machinery with living tissue. This strain rapidly corrodes and repurposes both technology and biology into a single grotesque hybrid.
Key Environmental Hazards
Gristle Slag / the Slime
A thick, mealy oil mixed with rust and organic material. It has a gritty, metallic texture and carries a heavy stench of scorched wiring and decaying flesh.
Rustrot / the Contaminant
When this makes contact with skin, it behaves like iron filings reacting to a magnet. The rust and oil particles immediately pull toward the body, forming rigid, radiating geometric patterns across the skin. The substance creates an intense itching and burning irritation as microscopic particles begin burrowing into the flesh. At this stage the contamination can still be removed, but it is extremely difficult to determine whether the infection has already taken hold.
Lifecycle Stages
Stage 0 – Creche Forge / The Nest
Heavily modified rooms containing multiple large rusted vats supported by biomechanical arms. Twitchlings continuously deliver biomass and scrap to keep the vats functioning.
Stage 1 – Macerators or Maceracubare / The Egg
(ma-ser-a-CU-bar-ay) Large rusted vats that function as incubation chambers. Each vat contains thousands of tiny mechanical maggots churning in reddish-brown sludge, processing both organic and metallic material.
Stage 2 – Twitchling / Larva
Small, fast scavengers that gather resources and transport completed vats to the Queen.
Stage 3 – Rusties, Corro, Fried, or Upwired - The Assimilated / Mutation
A human in the early stages of conversion. The victim retains full mental control and all normal capabilities, but metallic plating, rust-colored patterns, and cabling-like structures are visibly spreading beneath and across their skin.
In gen-pop they are called several things. Rusties - A commoner slang. Meant to be good natured, but stings to hear. Corro (short for corroded) or Fried are used as derogatory, you are less-than insults. Upwired is what they call themselves, feeling enlightened to have been in touch with the Motherbrain.
Stage 4 – Adult Forms
Ironclad – Massive, heavily armored brutes. Their bodies are fused with thick, corroded plating and pistons. They move with slow, thunderous steps, smashing through bulkheads and crushing anything in their path.
Firespitter – Grotesque hunched creatures with a bloated, fuel-filled sac on their back. They vomit jets of superheated, corrosive sludge that melts through armor and flesh alike.
Crawlmine – Small, spider-like horrors that scuttle low to the ground. Their bodies are packed with explosives and unstable chemicals. When they reach their target they detonate in a violent blast of shrapnel and burning oil.
Slasher – Lithe, predatory hunters. Their limbs end in long, razor-sharp blades of hardened rust and bone. They move with horrifying speed, carving through crowds in a blur of slashing metal.
Stage 5 – Cultist
Partially assimilated humans who serve as living batteries. Large umbilical cables grow from their backs, allowing them to physically plug themselves into the Motherbrain. The more Cultists that are connected to her, the more powerful she becomes. Killing Cultists directly weakens the Motherbrain.
Stage 6 – Motherbrain / Queen
The grotesque heart of the infestation. A colossal, pulsating mass of fused flesh and machinery. Multiple rusted vats are constantly dragged to it by Twitchlings and emptied directly into its gaping maw. With every vat it consumes, the Motherbrain swells larger, growing new biomechanical limbs, vents, and tumorous growths as its biomass increases without limit
First-hand Account 1 – Shuttlecraft Investigation
This is Junior Mechanic Elias Atwood, Aftermath Canary
We were sent to investigate the Galveston Runner after it went silent three days ago. I was the first one through the airlock.
The smell hit me the second I stepped inside — thick rust, oil, and rotting meat.
I walked into what used to be crew quarters… and it was barely recognizable anymore. Bunk beds had been ripped apart and welded into these massive structural supports for huge, rusted vats bolted straight through the deck plating. The walls were covered in thick, veiny flesh that was slowly pulsing, fused with exposed wiring and pipes. Everything glowed with this sickly red bioluminescent light.
Six of the vats were active, humming and shaking. I could see thousands of tiny mechanical maggots writhing around inside the reddish-brown sludge through the viewing panels.
Then I saw the arms.
These grotesque biomechanical arms — half rusting pistons, half bulging muscle — had burst out of the walls and ceiling. They were moving. Repairing the broken vats. Welding metal. Stretching flesh over cracks. Pumping black oil into the system.
One of the Twitchlings suddenly scurried right past my feet carrying a chunk of biomass in its mandibles and dropped it into one of the vats.
I think I’m going to be sick.
I don’t know what the hell happened to this ship…
…but I’m not staying here any longer.
First-hand Account 2 – Retaliation Base Delta 501 / Uath Octant
Psychological Evaluation – Subject 47 (“Cultist Alpha”)
This is Dr. Naomi Ellis.
I approached the man plugged into the Motherbrain. Most of his face was still human. Thick black cables ran from his spine into the mass behind him.
I asked if he could hear me.
He smiled and whispered, “She’s so warm… She’s singing to all of us. I can feel every heartbeat in the ship. Every new limb she grows.”
His voice turned dreamy. “They keep telling me to fight it… but why would I? She’s inside my veins. The more of us she takes, the more she loves us.”
I asked if he wanted the cables removed.
He laughed softly.
“If you unplug me… I’ll just be empty again.”
Then the cables tightened and his eyes rolled back as the Motherbrain fed.
First-hand Account 3 – Reclamation Survey
This is Morgan Locke. I was just a low level maintenance tech on Station Epsilon-9. Nothing special.
When the Neoflesh hit our station, I lasted four days before they corrupted me.
I still remember the moment they dragged me to the Motherbrain and plugged me in. The second that umbilical cable locked into my spine… everything changed. I wasn’t alone anymore. I could feel every Twitchling, every Cultist, every single mind connected to her. It was warm.
Peaceful. Perfect.
They found me three weeks later.
A rescue team ripped me off that umbilical while I was screaming, begging them not to take me away from her. I fought them. I actually fought to stay plugged in.
Now I’m free.
I have these rust-colored lines running across my chest and arms that still tingle when something is near. And every single day since they unplugged me… I’ve felt empty.
I’m glad I’m alive.
I’m glad I’m free.
But sometimes… late at night… I still pray to her.