[center][h2]Millu'ci'vanda[/h2][/center]

Aboard the [i]Shadow Stalker[/i], we (I) stare out of the window into the swirling blue of hyperspace. Some say watching the tunnels for too long can drive people insane. Fortunately, our connection to the Oroboro Hive keeps us safe. One cannot lose their mind if they have no mind of their own to lose. We share our mind with the Killiks. All our thoughts and memories are shared. It's better this way. Much more pleasant. The galaxy would be a better place if everyone joined the nest.

Absently, we reach into our pocket and remove a small wax ball filled with golden liquid. We lift the ball to our lips and gently lip the skin, causing the golden liquid to ooze into our mouths. Membrosia; Killik honey.

In my mind's eye, I can see thousands of consciousnesses: the shared memories of the hive. One thought pattern I pick up on in particular is that of a Fingerling, no larger than a common fly. It is purposely broadcasting it's memories to the rest of the hive in a sort of scouting report. It's seen something it finds interesting and wants the rest of the Killiks of Oroboro to know.

Mentally, it explains the events it had just witnessed...