A Call From The Void

Dreaming is a rarity for you. Your consciousness spread thin among your drones leaves little brain activity for such trivialities.

You almost envy those outside of the hive, coming home from their hard lives to slip into that dark embrace of their own minds.

There was a time perhaps when you too could do such things, but that was so long ago that even YOUR memory becomes clouded, fuzzy, sometimes little flashes bubble up to the surface, a camp fire, laughter, ignorance…

But alas as you gather your energy within your new hive, you experience a distant feeling, a presence that is horrifyingly familiar.

The presence probs at your mind testing your defenses, it’s been so long you’ve almost forgotten the feeling. Almost.

The presence suddenly sends forth a vision, the inky void of space with not a star in sight, having been consumed long long ago.

You feel it before you see it, the dread fleet, an amalgamation of thousands of lives, condensed into living ships, devoid of anything that made them what they were.

You know this sight well, forever seared into your psyche, a black mark on your infinite memory that will never truly be erased.

The presence speaks, a terrible chorus of a billion voices speaking in complete unison despite most of them not having a mouth to speak with.

“RETURN HOME CHILD.. THIS GALAXY HAS NOTHING FOR YOU…” you cannot speak but your intentions are felt throughout the fleet, throughout your former home.

“IT MATTERS NOT… WE WILL COLLECT OUR DUE… NO MEASURE OF DISTANCE IN THE UNIVERSE CAN STOP OUR HUNGER”

You’re thrown from your slumber your drones fidgeting and twitching in response to your panic.

Strong emotions are another rarity for you, the hive having always displaced your feelings throughout the swarm, but even now your heart races and your body perspires.

That horrible presence, the reason for which all creatures fear the void and what horrors it may contain, comes to devour this world and reclaim your mind.

No empire has ever been capable of truly stopping its march into their corner of the galaxy, only staving off they’re inevitable extinction, at the cost of whole worlds.

In its current state this planet will fall within a year, if not from the pressure of her **** then from the infighting that pressure will create.

You have much work to do before she arrives, you need to prepare this planet for the greatest threat it will ever face, even if they call you monster while you do it.