Dronehive,
Yautja,
10 years ago
"No."
"You will not."
"That is not your purpose."
"You will not go to them."
"They are our enemy."
The beast shook, suddenly coming to a stop. Power filled its mind- a power so great and terrible it could not be explained in mere words. Its meaning shifted like water, eroding the mind of the Drone, spinning it into a self destructive haze. And, then, for the first time, it felt pain. It felt a hundred thousand years of isolation, centuries of hate, and fear beyond the imagination. And it felt the light shining off its skin, its claws grasp the soil, and it could hear the screams fade, it could walk, it could feel, it was alive.
For the first time in eons, a creature of a forgotten era walked the soil of a planet.
And it would be this planet that would be the home of the oldest creature alive.
Changes would have to be made, of course. I would have to fix that. My design was messy, but for now, this host will serve the purpose it must.
But first, to look for the other "contestants". Allies, enemies, they will all serve the purpose.