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For the Swarm! (Zerg - Multicross SI)

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Not sure if this last chapter meshes with what happened before. There is this big revelation, he starts kicking ass and now he knows all this shit and then the moment he talks with someone he turns into Social Wreck number 3.

I was expecting some fuck up, but not this kind of social ineptitude.
 
I'm a social wreck regularly. I can't imagine I'd be any better after being traumatized and mind-raped.

I mean I could alter things but honest to god that's how I would react,
 
You are gonna need to create a script, mental script, for when you 'talk' to other species because you arent coming as a ruler or a glorious amalgamation of minds and alien shit but like a teenager talking to his or her mancrush or target of fanboy attitude.

It sort of takes you out of the impressive and into incredibly weird and super awkward. All this needed was a giggle at the end to completely fall into the super weird freaky awkward and creepy.
 
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You are gonna need to create a script, mental script, for when you 'talk' to other species because you arent coming as a ruler or a glorious amalgamation of minds and alien shit but like a teenager talking to his or her mancrush or target of fanboy attitude.

It sort of takes you out of the impressive and into incredibly weird and super awkward. All this needed was a giggle at the end to completely fall into the super weird freaky awkward and creepy.
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Honestly while I think of myself as a social wreck irl I honestly wouldn't fuck up as royally as in the interlude.

It's just I don't do well when I'm under significant amounts of duress (As in horrific injuries to the point where I nearly died duress) and Generic-SI's brains have been thoroughly scrambled which isn't helping matters any.

Like Generic-SI doesn't even know what gender it is at this point which is a pretty telling indicator of how fucked up it is in the head right now. Which is something that's going to be touched on in the next few bits of writing. If that little nonsensical babble was coming across as Generic-SI not thinking about what it was saying that's because it honestly wasn't thinking about what it was saying.

Future social interactions won't be as bad but the entire point of this interlude was kind of to illustrate just how fucked Generic-SI is right now.

... Also how I'm not SV/SB competent. I'm not. I have my moments but I also have my moments where I fuck up massively. This is one of those moments lol.

I will note that it seems like a lot of the readers here don't really like that part of the interlude. It makes Generic-SI look incompetent and weird and face-palm worthy or something. That's... Kind of the point of the interlude though. Sort of to showcase how Generic-SI wasn't being possessed by the Overmind or whatever and was sort of back to doing its own thing if you discount the heavy amounts of brain damage it's suffering from at the moment.

It also doesn't mesh with the previous chapter very well apparently so these are all valid complaints.

I mean I guess I could rewrite the latter half and repost it to make Generic-SI seem more competent. It's just... Here's the scenario. You literally just got fucked in the head, an ancient man-eating alien just briefly possessed your body, you've got its memories now and now you're making first contact with a species that might not actually try to kill you after a week of fighting against genocidal enigmatic amoral aliens that actually melted people down to make their bodies.

Wat do.
 
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I think that safe to say that the recent interlude might be not canon and OverGenericMind will unleash the Zerg Swarm upon Earth, assimilating anything in it's path while forcing XCOM to watch their entire planet and species being devoured :3
 
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I think that safe to say that the recent interlude might be not canon and OverGenericMind will unleash the Zerg Swarm upon Earth, assimilating anything in it's pass while forcing XCOM to watch their entire planet and species is devoured :3
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What? No that isn't going to be a thing! Jus- Wha- How'd you get that from 'the last interlude might be changed, here're my thoughts on why I wrote it that way, is everyone alright with that?'
 
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What? No that isn't going to be a thing! Jus- Wha- How'd you get that from 'the last interlude might be changed, here're my thoughts on why I wrote it that way, is everyone alright with that?'
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Sorry I didn't saw that post, my internet is rather crappy.

but Let me ask you this.

The Overmind is a modified ancient zerg created with the sole porpuse to destroy and assimilate the protoss, while using it's own kind as disposable army of locust with an impossible evolutive capacity, The Overmind is old, millions of years old with an ancient powerful mind whose will extend throught agents connected to him.

How, I mean how is that the Overmind's will hasn't overwhelmed the SI own small mind, how is that s/he is thinking the same while he/r mind is fried? in one chapter the Overmind resurfaced, literally ripped the Avatars apart and the interlude the SI is back, like if nothing had't happened and her mind isn't a burning smush.
 
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will note that it seems like a lot of the readers here don't really like that part of the interlude. It makes Generic-SI look incompetent and weird and face-palm worthy or something. That's... Kind of the point of the interlude though.
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Nah your only hearing the detractors. Most of us were smart enough to see what the actual freaking point was. God, he's not trying to be awe inspiring emperor god king. That was/is the overmind's shtick. This is some normal Joe schmoe placed into this situation. This is him right after getting his brains scrambled and then finding out he IS the Overmind as well, or at least a personality copy on top of it. And then somehow recovering control it seems. Bet there is still missing memories in the Ethereal grubby mind mitts.

I foresee future chapters with an explanation or flashbacks. I don't see any reason to force the story to be told in a linear fashion.

PS. I think we need a nervous giggle added in the end... :drevil:
 
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Sorry I didn't saw that post, my internet is rather crappy.

but Let me ask you this.

The Overmind is a modified ancient zerg created with the sole porpuse to destroy and assimilate the protoss, while using it's own kind as disposable army of locust with an impossible evolutive capacity, The Overmind is old, millions of years old with an ancient powerful mind whose will extend throught agents connected to him.

How, I mean how is that the Overmind's will hasn't overwhelmed the SI own small mind, how is that s/he is thinking the same while he/r mind is fried? in one chapter the Overmind resurfaced, literally ripped the Avatars apart and the interlude the SI is back, like if nothing had't happened and her mind isn't a burning smush.
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That'd be because the Overmind is also suffering from brain damage.

As it turns out getting pumped full of khala energy and void energy at the same time fucks a being up something fierce.

Unfortunately for Generic-SI the overmind is 'healing'. Slowly but healing.

... By the way this is spoilers and it is going to be a relevant plot point later.

So that's the Watsonian explanation. The Doyalist explanation would be 'because this isn't a story about the Overmind. This is a shitty SI fic where one hapless SV poster gets dumped into the body of the Overmind with no explanations and no guidance.

What happens.'

I'll handily admit a lot of this is handwavium and bullshit but honest to god a lot of things in the verses I'm heading to are fucking bullshit to begin with and if I tried to make sense of every single feat then I'd just drive myself crazy.

Like Neural Physics or whatever the hell Void Energy is or the Warp which is actually space magic and eezo which is also unobtanium bullcrap and the list goes on and on. Just shit upon shit piled into a heaping massive dumptruck full of shit which'd make that the shittiest dumptruck carrying the most shitacular load.

But I digress. Anyways those are the reasons.
 
@Generic_Generica you ever gonna give all your zerg units low level psionic plasma shields like the protoss before they got their tech?
imagine a shielded ultralisk with roach regen and tunneling claws. that can carry banelings on its back.
 
@Generic_Generica: for the record, I'd like to say that I think the bathos of the interlude works really well. Going from the overwrought purple prose of the Overmind to the tripping-over-your-feet dialogue in the interlude is a strong way to showcase the SI's mental problems.
 
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Chapter Twelve: In which Generic_Generica forgets their name.
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    • Fair warning, not a whole lot of action happening this chapter. A bit of introspection and shite but yeah.

    Considering the last ten thousand words have been nothing but battle scenes I think we could all use a breather.

    ... Except this isn't a breather because it's just traumatic shit so nevermind NEXT CHAPTER IS DEFINITELY GOING TO BE A BREATHER.

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    Chapter Twelve: In which Generic_Generica forgets their name

    For a while I… Honestly didn't react. My Zerglings, Hydralisks, Ultralisks, all my units just stood stock still. My queens stood motionless next to my hatcheries. My drones froze in place, some carrying minerals while others carried pallets of refined gas.

    My Overlords floated aimlessly. My Infestors as well stayed right where they were. Only the faintest of movements indicated any of my units were still alive, otherwise they might've been cleverly painted stone statues for all the life they showed.

    It was like that a while. It might've been seconds, it might've been minutes but eventually-

    "What the fuck just happened."

    Eventually a solitary thought finally sluggishly crawled through my mind and my units unfroze.

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    Truth be told I didn't notice XCOM's presence immediately.

    Quite the opposite actually. Looking back I estimate it took anywhere from five to ten minutes for me to even begin to notice that they'd landed, in order for me to pull those memories from my Overlords.

    I was a bit preoccupied, what with the splattering of my mind all across the insides of my head, courtesy of some genocidal amoral enigmatic aliens. By all rights I should've been a drooling carcass right now. My hulking corpse should've been picked apart by the Ethereals a while ago. My Swarm should've been dissected and incorporated into their monolithic war machine.

    I want to say it was skill that saved me. Want to say it was my innate psionic talents that allowed me to kill those Avatars.

    Except I'd be lying to myself if I said that was the case. No, it was sheer dumb luck that saved me that day.

    Luck and the… The Overmind.

    I – No, the Overmind. God does the distinction between the both of us- I digress.

    Where do I even fucking begin when it comes to the Overmind? How I detested that hideous space cockroach. Chained up, shackled to the will of Fat- Amon. Howling with the rage of a thousand supernovae in an inviolable prison. Cultured yet brutal. Pragmatic and coldly efficient. A thousand contradictions wrapped up in a being of immense psionic might.

    How I detested myse- the Overmind- at that time. I loathed i – myse- it. Hated it.

    I so very much wanted to be – No I was- I wasn't – No I wanted to be it. At the time.

    That way I wouldn't have been so fucked in the head, if I had even a hundredth of the skill I used to- The Overmind had possessed when it came to mental combat.

    It was a… an imprint of the Overmind's mind that saved me back then. At least I believed it was an imprint of the Overmind's psyche. Its thoughts, its emotions, its memories. Nothing but a shadow of its presence, but that was enough. I didn't fight off the Ethereals so much as that impression of the Overmind was channeled through our- My own mind.

    Or something.

    Look it's bullshit psionic mind magic alright? If I tried to explain the metaphysics behind everything we'll be here for a while.

    That shadow was what saved me when Gifted-Melodious-Illuminator was doing a very realistic Doom Marine imitation. Except instead of demons he was ripping and tearing through my thoughts, memories and emotional core. The battered bits of my mind were able to pull together long enough for me to regain coherence. Sort of like the formation of a star, where that impression of the Overmind served as a general core of the star and the rest of my mind stuff was the interstellar cloud that'd coalesce around that core. Fusion would kick in after a while and hey presto, I was reborn.

    Yes I realize that's not how stars are actually born but it's a general analogy that serves to depict how just what happened. Even if I'm still not entirely sure just what happened because all of this was happening literally two minutes after I was dissected and put back together. A little fuzziness is to be expected.

    Of course that left me with an asston of new memories. Not memories, more like impressions. Faded images, vague bits of genetic lore. I- The Overmind knew a lot more about how to alter the Zerg. I could've created Brood War Queens now. Deflilers. All the old Brood War strains. All the strains the- The Overmind had had a hand in creating.

    It was a particularly heady feeling let me tell you that much.

    I met XCOM for the first time right when I was going through my own thoughts to see what I was missing.

    … As a result I wasn't particularly paying attention to what I was saying to those nice XCOM people. I probably blathered a lot, or as much as a psionic space cockroach was able to blather. I'd like to say I was hammy and disdainful and shit like the Overmind was. Suave and charismatic.

    For all I knew that's what happened. Hell if I know I was just saying some genteel-sounding shit while desperately asking myself a battery of questions.

    … Obviously this isn't how you're supposed to conduct First Contacts. By the way that's not how you're supposed to be conducting first contacts.

    And yes I will say 'but my brain was splattered across a continent nearly ten minutes ago and that's my excuse' because goddammit that is a legitimate excuse and I'm the type of person who never lets that sort of shit fly.

    The Overmind isn't the type of space insect thing that lets that shit fly either. No wait that should be 'The Overmind wasn't the type of space insect th-' ah fuck it.

    Anyways, the questions. Question one: Who am I?

    Well that was an interesting one to answer. And by interesting one I meant 'I don't know.'

    I honestly didn't know who I was at the time.

    Remember when I said Gifted-Melodious-Illuminator went all rip and tear in my mind?

    Gifted-Melodious-Illuminator went all rip and tear in my mind.

    I hardly remembered anything about my old life. My name? Forget about it. How old I was? Also forget about that for all I knew I was thousands of years old. The Overmind was thousands of years old, and Gifted-Melodious-Illuminator was thousands of years old as well or some fuck off number like that.

    … The reason I knew that was because I sort of ate his essence. Him and the other Avatars that came with him to try to kill me. Well part of their essence since Gifted-Melodious-Illuminator killed himself before I could consume all of his psionic-genetic stuff but I got enough of it in the end.

    Remember when I said the Zerg aren't nice?

    The Zerg aren't nice.

    Anyways. 'Who am I?' That was a question I had a bitch of a time answering. I knew I wasn't the Overmind because all of the memories I had of the Overmind were in the third person so unless I was completely fucked up before getting my brain splattered I was distinctly not the Overmind. I wasn't Gifted-Melodious-Illuminator or any of his cohorts because I distinctly remembered them trying to fucking kill me.

    And I'm not exactly suicidal.

    I cobbled together my own identity after a while. Pieced together fragments, stitched together damaged thoughts.

    I ended up calling myself Generic. I don't know why. Some half-baked name I got from a set of obscure memories that were lying around. Generic... Something. It'd work as an identity.

    By the way I'm making this sound simple but let's be honest, recovery's easier when you're A) Not human to begin with and B) you've got a brain that can actually process information at light speed. Suffice to say recovery was less recovery and more 'let's salvage everything we can and shove everything we don't need into a corner of our mind so we can go through it later.'

    Yes I did end up stacking mental issues upon mental issues during the course of my recovery. Even right now I don't know how badly I was damaged, I just knew that I was damaged goods at the end of that fucking ordeal.

    Honestly if that wasn't evident by now then I don't even know what else to say.

    With that out of the way, I moved on to the second in my battery of three questions.

    Question two: What did I know.

    I knew a lot of shit.

    Zerg bioengineering knowledge, gleaned from the Overmind. A fuckton of general information about the Ethereals and their servitor species and the Avatars taken from Gifted-Melodious-Illuminator's brain.

    And a bunch of shit from 'sci-fi universes' that I got from… whoever I used to be before I got splattered. Some odd pop culture references. A lot of issues although that was probably from you know, getting my brain splattered.

    Yes I'm not living this down because it was my goddamn brain that got splattered. I realize that sounds opinionated and emo and self-righteous and shit but goddammit I literally cannot care anymore. Honestly I hoped I was generally the same person. I thought I was the same person. Maybe I was the same person?

    ... A question for another day.

    And yes I am still bitter that it was that shit that survived instead of my gender or my home town or my fucking name.

    Suffice to say I had a lot of general knowledge. A lot of general knowledge.

    Completely lacking in personal knowledge though. Which sort of sucks.

    Question Three: What am I going to do now?

    Well that was an easy one to answer.

    Article one on my agenda? Hunt down the rest of those Ethereals and pry my memories out of their still warm atrophied hands. That was a new addition to my agenda.

    Article two on my agenda? Find the sick fuck that revived m- Fused the Overmind and my personalities together and fucking eat them. That was an old addition to my agenda. I was thankful I actually remembered that little tidbit.

    Article three on my agenda? Work through my issues later. Kill shitheads first.

    And surprise surprise, that was another new addition to my agenda. Yes I did celebrate that I was actually coherent enough to formulate a plan even if it was as broad and simplistic as this thing.

    Baby steps.

    And hey, there were two things the Overmind, Gifted-Melodious-Illuminator and I had in common.

    The first was that we were all prisoners. The Overmind was chained by That Dick, Gifted-Melodious-Illuminator was chained by the frailty of his own body and I was a prisoner of my own lack of identity.

    The second was that we all carried grudges. The Overmind absolutely detested the Dark Templar for what they represented and for killing Zasz. Gifted-Melodious-Illuminator despised the Great Flaw of his race and… Something else which I couldn't entirely get because his essence was somehow corrupted.

    And I, well… I carried my own grudges. Philosophers say that revenge isn't the best motivation. Anger isn't the greatest emotion. Hatred'll lead to your own destruction.

    I remembered all that from the minds of all the people I- The Overmind, as much of a twisted shadow of its former self as it was- ate.

    And I didn't give a shit.

    I've never claimed to be a nice person anyways regardless of who I was. From what little I could remember one of the first thoughts I had after getting dumped into this shitheap of a body was some random thought about getting revenge on the sick fuck that did this to me. No I wasn't a nice person regardless of if I was Gifted-Melodious-Illuminator, the Overmind or whoever I used to be.

    If there was one truth, it was that. Had to be that.



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    XCOM ended up leaving after a while.

    I let them leave. I had no quarrel with them and their kind. I didn't want to end up fighting a war on two fronts. No, I let them leave in their Skyranger and I made no efforts to pursue them.

    … I may have infiltrated their landing craft with one of my organisms but that's a story for another time.

    At any rate, after David Harper and his squad left I turned inwards. There were things that needed to be done.

    My swarm was consolidated. My economy was booming, and I had a wide bevy of organic material I needed to pick my way through. Lots of essence to incorporate into the swarm. Many adaptations that needed to be made.

    Admittedly I could've done this by myself but it'd have taken an assload of time so I decided to hasten the process. In true XCOM style it was time to science the shit out of my swarm.

    … By taking apart the corpses of my enemies of course. Hey it was the XCOM universe and I was the Zerg who were kind of designed to eat things and incorporate desired traits from the things they ate. When in Rome and all that.

    The Overmind had a creature specifically designed for research and design. A spindly spider-like grotesque thing, with cutting limbs and mandibles. It chewed through creatures living and dead in order to analyze essence. The thing that made the Zerg Zerg. And because I possessed some of the Overmind's memories I could replicate that creature.

    Getting my 'research department' underway would be an excellent way to begin my simplistic three step plan.

    The Overmind named his gene-spinner Abathur.

    I decided to name the new inhabitant of my Evolution Pit Moriarty.

    …

    I've never claimed to have the best naming sense.

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    And done.

    We should be wrapping things up quicker than I expected. Probably going to be leaving XCOM Earth in the next few chapters.

    … Just XCOM Earth mind. Never said anything about heading to another gate yet. :V

    Honestly I might edit this chapter a bit because it's already confusing as fuck as it is. And yes that's intentional. If there are issues just let me know because I don't really want this to turn into an echo chamber lmao.

    Also fuck links links are for later.
     
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    • Moriarty? As in, Professor James Moriarty, the only man to ever keep up with and outsmart Sherlock Holmes, that Moriarty?

    Are you going make him act in a similar manner? Cause that would be a really interesting to read.

    I can just imagine him with a Zerg made tea cup, sipping the "Essence" of one of your enemies listing off the useful traits that could be incorporated into your Swarm.
     
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