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.