Black: Queen's Knight B8 > C6

Along the ceiling in the main cargo hold of one of the freighters, shrouded in darkness, several creatures began to stir. A low and quiet rumbling noise emanated from their maws as they slowly began to stretch their wings one at a time, making sure to keep a firm hold of the inner plating they had gripped onto, their talons piercing it and easily finding purchase. They stretched out their necks and tilted their heads towards the ground beneath them, the bright beams of torchlights mounted onto the weapons turning and swiveling every which way as the women entered and went about clearing the massive chamber.

Every once in a while, one of the more attentive soldiers would swing their weapons upwards, making the beasts take note of who might actually have a chance of spotting them... it wasn't a good chance, however, as the beams of light were tightly focused and when they did glance off the ceiling it was so vast and far away that there was little threat of being discovered too early.

Sufficiently roused, the Flyers let their wings unfurl to their proper span and hung for a moment by their legs, still observing the humans below. The Hive spawnlings were doing an excellent job of ebbing and flowing around the humans, probing their formations for weaknesses, if they had had individual thought they could almost be mistaken as eager to penetrate the lines and slip into the colony itself.

More women were now filtering into the cargo hold slowly from the side closest to the entry ramp. The late arrivals seemed more trained and more observant, their torchlights slicing up and down as they went. The Flyers deemed this a problem and silently, all as one, they dropped from their perches and rolled into a glide towards that entrance.

Maintaining as shallow a glide path as possible, they collectively swerved and evaded the torchlights as they quickly approached the wall above the entrance. They didn't intend to strike these future breeders, not yet. As they rapidly approach the wall, the Flyers each individually flare upwards to bleed off their speed without beating their wings, and without such as a sound they latch onto the wall and begin to climb back up towards where the wall and ceiling met. The human forces underneath them advanced heedless of all this and few if any seemed concerned with what was already behind them.

To their fortune, this space not only served as a great launch point for when they decided to strike, but it appeared that the Freighter's automated landing procedures had opened the exterior vents to the outside atmosphere. The Flyers now could strike within the freighter or climb their way out to spread their reach beyond their stolen ship.

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