Where am I?
It was warm. Dark. Everything around me looked like the inside of a human mouth, with pink folds and ooze dripping from the walls. Arches rose from the sides and above, with a singular purple crystal glowing to my right. From that crystal came immense power, enough that I felt physical pain just by looking at it. The womb I found myself in is incredibly flesh-like, with black bones and purple mucus stretching around it like an egg sac. It took me a while to realize I could see everything without turning my head. Took me even longer to realize I didn't have any eyes to see with, nor a head to turn.
Alright. That doesn't really answer my question. In that case, who am I?
My name… My name is Jac...ob? Jack? Ja'Quan? I don't know. I can't remember. A hazy fog in the back of my mind blocked passage to my memories. From what little I could recall, I was an avid fan of the Starcraft franchise, wanting to explore everything since the first game came out when I was a young'in. I collected books, I bought the expansion and sequel. I explored fanfiction, fan art, interviews, scoured every inch I could to see what might still be uncovered. My favorite race was always the Zerg with their incredible efficiency, though I had disliked it when Blizzard got rid of my sunken colonies.
I remembered that I was human. Once. Now what am I? I feel like I should know this- does my brain not even want me to understand what's going on?
Focusing, I tore into the hazy fog that clouded my mind, forcing myself to consider what's happening. Then, I remembered it. Walking. Tires screeching. A crash.
I died.
How… anti-climactic.
I suppose I should be more concerned over this, however all I could feel is apathy. Humans were always so droll and prone to mistakes. It only took one to end my previous existence. A voice then spoke in my head, powerful, incredibly so. It surpassed the strength of the purple crystal, which my newfound clarity allowed me to understand was placed there to enhance and sped up my already rapid gestation.
"Awaken, my child, and embrace the glory that is your birthright." The thing said, the echoes pounding into my skull. That… psionic voice. It called to me. "This is Law," it said. "Know that I am the Overmind, the eternal will of the Swarm, and that you have been created to serve me."
The Overmind. The Father of the Swarm. The all-knowing. It is my duty as His Cerebrate to serve him. My former humanity clashed with my newfound zerg mind, fighting to say that "this will end in tragedy," but I squashed it. I possessed knowledge, now. Knowledge of the future, and of the past. The galaxy is at my fingertips, if only I can grow strong enough to grasp it fully. The Overmind continues to speak, although some amusement is in his tone. Could he feel my intentions, perhaps, if not entirely my thoughts, as he was not focusing?
"Behold that I shall set you amongst the greatest of my Cerebrates, that you might benefit from their wisdom and experience. Yet your purpose is unique. While they carry forth my will to the innumerable Broods, you have but one charge entrusted to your care."
A single charge. A single chrysalis. One that would erupt into a glorious and terrible creature, the likes of which has never been seen before, nor ever will be seen again.
"For I have found a creature that may yet become the greatest of my agents. Even now it resides within a protective Chrysalis , awaiting its rebirth into the Swarm."
Sarah Kerrigan. The Queen of Blades. She who would ascend to Xel'Naga, and eventually seed the universe with life. Precious biomass would become even more plentiful. And yet, I felt a twinge of anger, and frustration. Perhaps a hold-over from my previous life, where I felt disgust at seeing the old grittiness of Starcraft become a feel-good story of hope. Perhaps it was simply hatred that, seeing the future, I would inevitably be consumed and recycled, never again to exist.
I would not allow this to come to pass. While I will follow the Overmind's directives and protect the Chrysalis, once it is hatched, I shall have not a care for it.
"You must watch over the Chrysalis, and ensure that no harm comes to the creature within it. Go now and keep safe my prize."
Yes, My Overmind.
Thus, I directed my attention to an alien tendril of thought. It was a thread, connecting me to a large yet simple brain; my first Hatchery. I felt a small cluster of far smaller minds nearby, mere drops in the ocean that was the Swarm. Two of them are chittering, constantly communicating back and forth with the Hatchery, and seemingly more complex than their fellows. These are my Drones, the work force of my hive cluster.
Twelve of the minds are very simplistic-seeming, with an instinct for mindless killing. Most likely my Zerglings. My 'hounds of war,' as it were, and the backbone of my sparse army. One mind commands all others, connected to the other lesser Zerg and ultimately to me. Flying above the field is my sole Overlord, a bulbous creature that will help in scouting out my opponents.
I immediately set my drones to work gathering minerals and, using the larvae that had been produced from the Hatchery, began to morph Drones for more income and Overlords to increase my control over this brood. By the time Daggoth's mind touched my own, intending to assist me in setting up my first colony, I already had an additional four Drones gathering minerals and two harvesting vespene gas, with two Overlords and a Spawning Pool already birthed in order to expand my host of Zerglings.
"Ah, Cerebrate. I see that you are instinctively aware of what must be done for a Hive Cluster to be efficient." Daggoth states, a tone of impressment in his psionic voice. Gathering my Zerglings, I marched them to a newly-birthed Sunken Colony, ready to lay waste to the pathetically ill-equipped Terran force that now tries to seize my base. Only four Marines? Against the glory of the Swarm?
Truly, they are foolish. My Sunken Colony burrows its tendril deep into the soil, spearing a Marine through the chest as his metal exoskeleton is rent to pieces, crimson blood spurting from his new wounds. My Zerglings are directed to tear their opponents to pieces, screeching in a warcry as their claws flash in the sunlight. If it weren't for the sounds of battle echoing across the plains, perhaps it would have been a nice, sunny day. Limbs are torn off and the Terrans' skulls are crushed, and soon the small taskforce is reduced to naught but puddles of gore, myself having only sustained three Zerglings as casualties.
Thus is the weakness of my opponents. They will have to expend far more resources than I in order to replenish their losses, and whilst humans are finite, We are Infinite.
A new voice enters my head, and I feel annoyance from Daggoth. Perhaps he was about to speak again. "Greetings. I am Zasz. I too am a Cerebrate of the Overmind." That much was obvious. "I have located a small band of Terrans who would threaten the Chrysalis and the Hive Cluster. You must not allow them to leave here alive."
A simple go-here-kill-this mission. I mentally grin, and if I had a human face, one might be unsettled for all the blood lust painted on it. My vespene has grown enough, and thus, I morph an Evolution Chamber and a Hydralisk Den. I recall that the Terrans had access to Wraiths and Goliaths, and unless I feel like wasting several hundred Zerglings, I want to knock those down quickly. Within a couple of days, my structures are finished, and in another five, a new Hatchery goes up. With two Hatcheries producing innumerable amounts of larva, I began production, using the Evolution Chamber to mutate the carapace of my minions and motioning for my Spawning Pool to start increasing the swiftness of my Zerglings. The Hydralisks must also have movement to match, I suppose, and I get to work on adding that adaptation. In about a week, having fended off increasingly more annoying Terran harassment, I had a sizable force of approximately a hundred and twenty Hydralisks and several hundred Zerglings. Even though now I could intricately see everything that goes into the creation of my minions, the speed and efficiency with which they are created is something to marvel at.
With a mental command, they break off, half of my force going north and the other heading east. My northern force encounters resistance in the form of three Terran mechs, Goliaths, and a dozen Marines. They are torn asunder, but not without losing fifty Zerglings and ten Hydralisks from concentrated fire. It seems the enemy has not been slacking in their own research, as the Marines' weapons pierce far more than they have any right to. Ordering my thralls to continue their campaign in the mountainous region, three uncloaked Wraiths die by my Hydralisks' spines before finally I burrow them down to await the call to arms.
My eastern detachment barrels into a group of Terrans guarding a single Barracks. Perhaps that is where they are so quickly coming from. Ordering my Zerglings to enter, they begin tearing apart everything from the inside out, consoles catching fire and the weak-of-flesh humans being crushed beneath my Swarm. The missile turret is useless, being similarly torn down, and I send my brood forth once more. Eight Goliaths and several Marines stand in my way, the Goliaths being focused down by my Hydralisks as they are the most damaging of the bunch, whilst the Marines are kept busy by my swarming Zerglings. In a flash of spines and carapace, the force is destroyed, although nearly one hundred of my Zerglings and thirty of my Hydralisks lie dead.
I shrug. It is not a terrible loss, I suppose, as I can always produce more. Unburrowing my Zerg in the mountains, I begin the assault on the Terran base. They are woefully unprepared, having sent most of their soldiers to stand guard on the outer perimeter or to attack my Hive Cluster. With a thought, the SCVs are annihilated in a volley of spines, and with another, their production facilities lie in ruins by the claws of my Zerglings.
With a third, the Terrans are entirely annihilated.
My mission is complete, and though this was easy, I doubt my work will remain that way. After all, this was simply the Tutorial Mission in the original campaign. In just a few short months, it is said that I will lie dead by Tassadar's hands. I will not allow this to come to pass.
It is Survival of the Fittest.
Such is the way of the Zerg.
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I used Archive Of Our Own as a testbed and this seemed to gather a reasonable amount of interest. Chapter 2 is indev, and I am the sole author on this escapade for once. Rate and review, hopefully it isn't trash like the title suggests.