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

The Killik drones pause, looking like children caught with their hands in the cookie jar. The ones holding the bowls look to us in the center of the room, and we give them a nod and a click of our tongue, sending them skittering away. “Forgive us. It is in the nature of the Kind to be ever expanding the nest, and the prospect of three strong bodies willingly entering our midst was too good to pass up. We will refrain in the future.”

[center][h2]Iwan Starsnow [/h2][/center] 

I am taken aback by how nonchalant that attempt to induct us into the hive was. Was it such a trivial matter to them? And what’s more, I found it disturbing that, while most of the joiners present were standing off to the side, Luci was prominently displayed. In fact, from the way the little bugs swarmed around her, it was almost like the Killiks saw her as above even themselves. “Uhh... Do you have control over the rest of these Killiks? Can you be sure the tricks end here?”

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

“We cannot control the hive. We simply agreed as a collective that such an attempt was not worth endangering the nest. The hive has selected this one as Night Herald, do to our Jedi knowledge. We believed that adding more Force sensitive beings to our hive would improve us further. But... we can see you will resist. So let us forget this minor transgression and move on, shall we?”