Point is I wasn't trying to write a SI that fails at everything because that's boring, but I was also trying to avoid the 'Zerg continually grinding their bootheels into their enemy's faces' pitfall.

From the sounds of it I sort of failed miserably at that lmao.

I feel your pain. The Network not being a brilliant super competent general leader soldier person every single time was also something brought up in my commander thread >.>
 
Interlude 4
Shorter interlude for right now. XCOM's viewpoints will be coming up next. Might come back and edit this later depending on how I feel about it tomorrow, need to be going to bed soon.

Interlude 4:

There was nothing for a time. Fractal streams of thought fading in and out. Utter darkness beckoned, the abyss of the ever-present Void. Twitches of feeling, emotion.

In the beginning, there was the darkness, and she was afraid.

And then she awoke. Eyes snapped open as the pod burst around her, embryonic fluid splattering on the Creep around her. Her lungs drained of fluid and took in air as she hacked out liquid that had been blocking her redundant airways. Limbs, smooth arms and legs touched the ground as she fell from her cocoon. Muscles stretched as she stood, truly reborn, as slime sloughed off her body.

She took in her surroundings for the first time. An endless expanse of Creep, familiar yet new at the same time. There were creatures surrounding her, and she knew them.

Zerglings, scouts of the Swarm. Hydralisks and Roaches, the footsoldiers. Drones, the workers.

"Terran Female has awoken." A voice rumbled in her mind. "Outward mutations minimal. Beginning diagnostics."

She knew that being. Moriarty. Evolution Master of the Swarm. She remembered sharp arms and cutting appendages crushing bone, slicing muscle-

Irrelevant.

"… Well she looks the same. Exce- Oh dear god please give her some clothes."

Her eyes widened. She knew that presence well. The Overmind. The one who had returned her. She could feel its presence in her pod. Moriarty had shaped her but the Overmind had formed her. Master. Creator.

Father.

She knelt, uncaring of her 'nudity.'

"Overmind. I serve the Swarm."

The Overmind… Hesitated?

"Moriarty? I thought you didn't screw with her mind?"

Was she… not worthy?

"Nervous system required tuning. Necrotic tissue present. Did all I could." A slight pause. "Also, clothing unnecessary. Infested Terran will not die from exposure."

The Overmind 'sighed'. "It's the principle of the thing. You know what? Just do it."

"Overmind?" She queried. "Have I done something to displease you?"

"No. You haven't. Er-" The Overmind hesitated yet again. "What exactly do you remember?"

Fire. Screaming. Cold eyes hidden behind a cruel mask-

She shook her head. "Nothing. It is irrelevant. I serve the Swarm. What is your command?"

"… You don't remember anything?"

"Was… Was I supposed to?" She asked. Was this a test? Was she not worthy?

"… Well fu- What's done is done I guess. Fucking fantastic. Great. Wonderful. Fuck."

"… Overmind? If I have displeased you in some way I can surely make amends-"

"No, no you're good you're good just stop please." Another pause before the Overmind continued, sounding more resigned than anything. "Just get some clothes on. Can- Can you remember your name? You have a name, right?"

A name. Designation. No, she had nothing of the sort. Only a few base imperatives.

"No." She tilted her head. "Was I supposed to?"

"… Okay. Right. I don't- I can't just keep calling you 'you'. Fucking- Great." The Overmind… Laughed? "Never thought I'd be naming someone. How about- how about Sarah? Would've named my first daughter Sarah, except, well, that's not really an option anymore isn't it? Of all the things to remember..."

Sarah. Sarah. It… Fit.

Sarah nodded.

"Designation accepted. Thank you, Overmind."

"… Uh. No problem. Now can you please put on some clothes? Please?"

"… Clothes?"

"I should've just gone with the whole carapace thing. Fuck it all."

"… I see." Sarah stood. Closed her eyes. Felt around with her psionic sense. There were Zerglings, Drones, Hydralisks, all of these organisms that were like tiny lights in the endless Void. Overlords floated overhead, more lanterns than lights. Moriarty was a slightly brighter light.

There were more presences nearby, shimmering like she did. She knew them. Cerebrates, two of them, firstborn children of the Overmind.

But above all she could feel the Overmind, tendrils of its power whispering in her mind.

And she was content, even as Moriarty handed her a hastily woven shirt and pants to put on. She brushed aside a red lock of hair and got to work trying to figure out how to… Put on this contraption.

She had a name. She had a purpose.

And that was enough.

She served the Swarm.

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Actually did think about what to name my hypothetical children once. If I ever had a son I'd name him Arthur. If I ever had a daughter I'd actually have named her Sarah.

Dead serious here.

Also Generic-SI totally needs a strong drink.

Also also the coin flip? Was to determine pronouns.

By the way I'm not foreshadowing anything with this. This is not a suspiciously specific denial. I'm not confirming or denying shit because I'm a stinker.
 
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... Can Generic-SI even get drunk as the Overmind? (I'd assume there's someway for it "consume" alcohol )
 
Don't feel too bad. SB/SV competence would have you infesting the entire human race and turning them into a race of QoB!Kerrigans.
That would not be a bad thing if you could pull it off without driving them insane/them ending up like this Kerrigan. A hivemind should cut down a lot of conflict and they'd all get biological immortality out of it.
 
Generic: I need to edumikate all three of my- Er, they aren't my kids not technically- Fuck. Shit. Where am I even going to find a college that'll take them?

:V
Call them children for simplicity. They are your children , 2 made to emulate you as Celebrates and to remind you of your genetic destiny of the Zerg and the last, Sarah to remind you of the humanity you have lost and the humanity you still have.
edit: you can just transfer all the necessary knowledge into their heads...
 
Call them children for simplicity. They are your children , 2 made to emulate you as Celebrates and to remind you of your genetic destiny of the Zerg and the last, Sarah to remind you of the humanity you have lost and the humanity you still have.

... Stop reading my notes already Virian. :V

I tease, I tease. Honestly that's... Actually I didn't think about it that way.

Huh.

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Anyways now it's actually time for bed. Spent the last few hours typing up the next few interlude bits which'll go through editing hell before being posted.
 
AFTER you develop an immunity, of course.
it a given
found some shit that can kill you
adapt to it
use it as a weapon against other people
and keep repeating those step until you Ascend and become a higher being like ROB and then keep doing it
 
Pressurized toxin cutters. It slices and it poisons at the same time! Perfect for use against unarmored biological targets!

...

No this amuses me. Someone else come up with something to weaponize! Something icky and biological!
 
Make a perfectly normal beehive, engineer the bees to produce nitroglycerine instead of honey. Laugh as people fall for a whole new type of "honey trap".
 
Pressurized toxin cutters. It slices and it poisons at the same time! Perfect for use against unarmored biological targets!

...

No this amuses me. Someone else come up with something to weaponize! Something icky and biological!
- biological explosives... not acid..
-special zerg grade silk used for clothing and armor when necesarry or for traps or keep someone locked down while scaring him shitless.
- the BETA said that biological lasers are a thing.. use it.
- fireflies... you know those little insects that have that small light on their back? make it bigger and instant... biological flashbang
-eels can produce electricity... oversize it for special units with ranged atack that can stun targets or make it a passive upgrade for each zergling so that they stun enemy units when touching them.
-airborne sleeping gas...
-Flying banelings or just scourges that can hit ground units too or that explode whenever you ask them... or both.
 
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