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Who: The Hivemind
What: A message from Mother
When: Week 11, late Thursday/early Friday morning, a few hours after this.
[ In the middle of the night, "Adrien" will awaken, a familiar sort of pressure pulsating within the head of its host; a message from Mother, the Queen. In seconds, her aura is permeating within him, thrumming loud and powerfully. Her voice booms magnificently, old but firm. A tinge of amusement colors her tone. ]
Glorious General. We bid thee greetings on this eve, but We must be firm and swift. Communication is not difficult even in Our dwindling numbers, but the end approaches. Do you know this?
Thy efforts are great, yet the worms writhe within the dirt still, alive and awake. They are not Our's, not yet. We shall prevail. We shall crush them, General. We will send reinforcement. Our great goal cannot be avoided. We will soar through. They will assimilate to Us. We cannot be stopped.
We will send a drone. Bumbling in nature, but just as capable of death as the rest of the shells upon this ship. It will possess, and tame, and control.
We trust in thee to concoct a plan. Thy mind works in skillful ways.
[ She does not respond, and Her voice fades away, but Adrien's parasite may feel a slight glow. Encouragement, perhaps, or reassurance that the drone has landed upon the ship. Infiltration begins. ]
What: A message from Mother
When: Week 11, late Thursday/early Friday morning, a few hours after this.
[ In the middle of the night, "Adrien" will awaken, a familiar sort of pressure pulsating within the head of its host; a message from Mother, the Queen. In seconds, her aura is permeating within him, thrumming loud and powerfully. Her voice booms magnificently, old but firm. A tinge of amusement colors her tone. ]
Glorious General. We bid thee greetings on this eve, but We must be firm and swift. Communication is not difficult even in Our dwindling numbers, but the end approaches. Do you know this?
Thy efforts are great, yet the worms writhe within the dirt still, alive and awake. They are not Our's, not yet. We shall prevail. We shall crush them, General. We will send reinforcement. Our great goal cannot be avoided. We will soar through. They will assimilate to Us. We cannot be stopped.
We will send a drone. Bumbling in nature, but just as capable of death as the rest of the shells upon this ship. It will possess, and tame, and control.
We trust in thee to concoct a plan. Thy mind works in skillful ways.
[ She does not respond, and Her voice fades away, but Adrien's parasite may feel a slight glow. Encouragement, perhaps, or reassurance that the drone has landed upon the ship. Infiltration begins. ]