Head into the forest.

The spider-drone settles itself snugly onto my scalp, where it buries its fangs permanently through my skin. From now on I am its host. I will feed, shelter, transport, and do anything it commands of me. And I must do its bidding quickly, for even with constant care, my rider will die in only a few weeks time. These things it tells me as I turn and make way toward the site of the explosion. My rider is but a pawn at the feet of a grand army, sent here from another star to conquer. But there are those that would interfere, and they must be destroyed.

In no time at all, I find myself in the midst of an inferno, and no longer alone with the creature on my skull. Several humanoid bodies are strewn about-- some dead, some dying-- and large pieces of metal wreckage litter the crater left by what appears to have been a crash. The rider tells that it is so, then instructs me to walk through the inferno. I obey, and a moment later, I see my target: a particularly large human-shaped creature, struggling to its feet. It will not succeed.

Taking a heavy rock in my hands, I break the weakened alien's skull into pieces, dropping the weapon on the newly deceased when I am finished. The rider is very pleased. So am I.

Now, destroy the rest of them it commands.

"Destroy...the rest..." I mutter back.

There were no survivors of the Grey Attack Ship Qic'kil. The commanding officer was the first to be destroyed by my actions, and the rest fell soon after that. In a nearby stream I wash my hands of the azure-tinted remnants of those memories, which are soon forgotten at my rider's behest.

Remember only what you are meant to it says. I stand still and clear my mind to take in the order. As I reflect, I notice that my hands are cold and wet, and my arms are tired, though I don't remember why. It couldn't be very important.

Do only as you are commanded. Now this, I do remember.

"I do only as I am commanded," is my reply, to ensure my controller of my understanding. I shudder as it sends an ecsatic buzz through my mind.

Obedience is pleasure.

"Obedience is p-pleasure." I shudder once more as the superior being sends more reward for my complicity to its commands.