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Harley's Story
12 years ago
So Harley is a character of mine, well it's more accurate to say she is me after going through the series of events in the story. I've gotten some artwork commissioned of Harley and I figure for those whom are curious, but don't want to read the profile on another website, I'll post the story here.
The Story:
I've always known we weren't alone in the universe, It just was impossible for us to be the only life in the entire expanding thing that is the universe. I just never expected to actually encounter alien life, let alone become the host for one and alter everything humanity has ever known. I even saved humanity at one point, only for them to slowly destroy themselves with their curiosity. But, for now, this is My story.
Origins
Scientists were following an asteroid drifting through space, it had a projected path that would send it flying very close to earth and eventually it would swing around and hit earth, at least that was it's projected path, the asteroid ended up hitting another planet and sent debris from that world hurling at Earth.
I was a 21 year old male, no GF/BF ever, virgin, and in college, normal life for the most part until December 21, 2012. It was a normal day, people expecting the "End of the world!" but it never came. That night there was a wonderful show of falling stars, the debris from the planet the asteroid hit, and one such peice landed in my backyard. In that moment I was thinking "Cool! Maybe I can sell it for a nice chunk of money to fix up the truck" but that was until I got closer.
I noticed it was a metal cylinder firmly lodged in a large hunk of rock. First thing that poped into my mind was "Aliens" second thing was hunk of satillite, I kept thinking that as I got closer, waiting for it to cool off and poking it with a stick. The thing opened up and thick black...thing squirmed around inside and shot out, grabbing my arm and crawling up it.
I'm trying to keep calm as this thing just sinks into my skin. It burned like hell and was generally unpleasant, but eventually that cylinder was empty, and this thing was gone inside of me. So I'm in shock and just...wander inside and pass out on my bed.
I wake up the next morning feeling refreshed, though worried as the gravity of the situation smacked me in the face. "Oh shit, alien thing under my skin, the fuck do I do?" I acted like everything was normal and just went along with it until the changes started happening.
It's hard to say "Everything is fine" When you suddenly have wider hips and a more feminine figure, the bigger dick helped me from freaking out too much. Things go on and I keep checking myself, in a month's time I'm a full blown Hermaphrodite, I play it off as me just taking Hormones, which everyone just sorta nodded yes and went along with it, not wanting to actually think about it.
But no, that wasn't the end of the changes. What ever it was inside of me was changing me, at first I liked the changes, I feel more at home in this hermaphrodite body, and I was getting...oddly more comfortable as the changes continued.
The fangs sprouting out, enhanced strength and senses, I felt like a super hero. Then the more noticable stuff happened. Chitin forming along my arms, hair forming into dreadlocks, a freaking sheath for my cock. I learned quickly to hide the chitin, though it took a lot of focus to keep it hidden. It was like trying to walk with out putting one foot infront of the other, just didn't feel...right.
So anyway, finish off college, get a job staying at home, over next few years I work a programming job while figuring out just what the fuck is happening to me, what is it that was in that pod, and why the fuck the government hadn't shown up yet. Guess the government really is that stupid.
Years pass, I notice I stopped aging. It's 2034, I should 43, but I look like I'm in my late 20's. I've been practicing, putting this thing to use and testing my limits, finding I have very few, in terms of how I could test myself without risking someone finding out at least. Then the world found out.
What ever this thing was, it was created by something, and they came looking for it. At first we didn't know what to call them, after it was all over we called them Engineers, they sparked our creation here on earth, the catalyst that spawned humans. The thing that crawled into me was a living blueprint of some species they once worshipped. The Xenomorph.
The Engineers found me, captured me, experimented on me. I watched, learned, found out some things about myself, the thing that is inside me, and the engineers. The symbiote inside of me was intended to keep a living genetic code of a species alive, a living Noa's Ark so to speak. A species entire knowledge, everything that they are, written in the cells of this living creature.
And outside of it's container, when exposed to the air of Earth, it needed a host and latched on to me. It wasn't sentient, it was designed to survive in any enviroment by feeding off electrical impulses in the brain, it fed off mine. The interesting side effect however was that my subconcious desires were fed into this thing, which, for lack of better words, acted and molded me based upon those desires and eventually started weaving itself into me and changing me into a hybrid of the creature it was encoded with and myself.
The species this Ark carried was once deemed the pinnacle of evolution by the Engineers, it is the thing that inspired them and for which all their biomechanicle technology is based off of. The Xenomorph.
Of course they got the blueprint, started creating the xenomorphs and unleashing them on Earth as bioweapons. They wished to use Humans as Bioweapons, while some viewed the Xenomorphs as the perfect creature, others viewed them as the perfect weapon and wanted to use them for war, thus the blueprint was hidden, a sort of Noa's Ark for a single species hidden away to never be found and now it was found and unleashed on Humanity.
I watched, listened, and evolved. Adapting rapidly, controlling the Engineer's bioweapons, unleashing them upon their "creator's". It had been a few months since the start of this slaughter, humanities numbers were cut by about half and in a week after I took the control away from the Engineer's, they were defeated, all of the force at earth were killed.
I was a Hero, though an outcast, the last reminder of the Alien Invaders. Human's took to the leftover technology, developing genetic modifications to strengthen themselves from such attacks. Anthromorphs were the more common types of genetic modifications, various others were done but it was regulated pretty strictly.
How ever after that I wanted to chill and study more into what the Xenomorph is. It is more than a Bioweapon as these Engineer's wished to use them. They were...almost perfect. All they needed was individuality, a soul and I wanted to start on doing that, how ever my plans were cut very short.
Fearing another "Xenomorph Onslaught" I was subdued, kept restrained and under a EMP generator with a telepathic blocker fused to my head as the last of the Xenomorphs were killed. I still had the knowledge though, the blueprint to create them, which is why they didn't kill me. I was the pinnacle of the Engineer's technology and they wanted to study me.
The Escape
At first,I understood human's fear of the unknown, wanting to learn and study what they once saw as a engine of death and destruction. As the years became decades and their once curious studying became taunting, tugging, tearing, breaking of my body to "study" me.
Each day brought the same cruel treatment. They just saw this thing that wasn't human, this...Alien, and wanted to poke and prod it for amusement, not for the sake of science or the benefit of humanity. They were torturing the last thing alive that could potentially wipe them out.
To the public, I was once saviour of humanity for a brief moment but no more. Lost to history, faded away and forgotten, left to be broken day after day by scientists running out of idea's before they finally decide to pull the plug. The day finally came to pull that plug and I greeted it with open arms.
I was dragged to a room, fireing squad type thing, weapons testing. Marines with experimental weapons, laser weaponry being tested for the first time focused on me. They thought I was some lab creature whipped up to be shot, they were in for a big surprise when that first shot hit my arm, blowing it off. Acid blood sizzling on the ground but I stood up slowly.
The barrage came next, shot after shot, the helmet with the telepathy disruptor blew apart as I fell down, limbs laying around me and my acid blood pouring out. I smirked with one working arm, grabbing my limbs and pulling them back. I was even amazed at how quickly I was fixed up when the limbs were close enough.
I was unshackled, but not free. When you have been locked up and treated as I was for two centuries, you develope a grudge and with my returned senses I started my revenge. Scientists first, I went after all those that had willingly broken me for amusement first, after that was the ones who ordered it knowing what was going on yet playing innocent.
I made them all pay eventually, telepathy can be a real bitch. Seconds can feel like years to the mind, years of payback for two centuries of torture. They got off easy. There were survivors. Not many, a handful, but I left some alive as I burned the building down and left.
I entered a new world, on the surface everything was fine, humans and anthro's living together, some tension between the two due to a war that started up not long after I was "Subdued for the betterment of Mankind". Something about Anthro's being the next target for subjugation for "The Betterment of Mankind" after seeing they were so eager and willing to do it to the one person who saved the species.
A New Earth
It was about five years of covering my tracks after my escape, the year is 2243 and I still had a grudge against humans. I adopted a anthromorphic appearance, but kept the xenomorph like chitin to accent the design which got a few stares of approval, like flying the confederate flag so to speak.
Anyway, Not a whole lot has changed. Cars drive on magnetized roads, allowing them to drive themselves. Genetic modifications everywhere, advanced medical technology, war is still around and it gives me something to do.
I join up to the marines for a while, travel the planet and fight against the bad guys or sit around on my ass and do nothing. A few situations of "Over Enthusiastic Behaviour" when going up against human terrorists, though with memories of the war still fresh it was hard to blame someone, specially someone brandishing the "flag" as I was, for being a little eager to dish some payback.
Eventually a law gets passed and those whom were experimented on by humans were to be given a large sum from the human government. Naturally I signed on and didn't even care, I came out saying who I was, what happened, and it drew attention for a while. About two months.
I'm out of the marines at this time, constant stream of money from the human government as a "We're sorry, here is money to bandage the bleeding wound on your stomach." but I still took it, used it to live comfortably.
The Final Frontier
Space, The Final Frontier. The next big leap for earthlings, space travel. They already knew they weren't alone and were eager to explore the universe. It's the year 2961, a thousand years after the first launch by humans into space and it was the next leap, travel beyond this galaxy, the Milky Way.
However, at this point I'm still not aging, starting to get a little...crazy. I've been alive for so long, just...living this long is not something a human mind is meant to deal with. Others die over time, old age, outliving your loved ones is a curse.
This space exploration was a chance for me to get away from Earth, move on, find something new to do. How ever Humans were getting fussy again, claiming Earth as theirs. It seems long ago, what ever part of society split into the Anthromorphs was the better side of humanity. I'm not saying the Anthro's are perfect, but they have much less of a ego than humans, at least the majority does.
So Human's were starting a big uproar about how, now that the technology is there for colonizing worlds and habital worlds have been found, the anthromorphs should just leave Earth, all of them, and move to a new world. Most did, but not all, some stayed behind with friends and family and because it's their home.
I left and hoped nothing would drag me back to Earth ever again.
Genesis
For years earth was a memory, the pain was numb, distant and forgotten, covered up by new friends and loves, buried under the new pain of losing them. But I was happy again, content and helping be apart of creating new worlds.
The same technology that worked to create me, what made me as I am, was going to be used to terraform worlds to make them habital for the Anthro's, or to even create new life! It was ground breaking, and I had proposed that when a world would be used to create new life, that it would be for the Xenomorphs.
The idea was accepted, by the organizations and governments in charge of the project. Not by humanity. I am far from human at this point, so far I can not fathom why they protested against a world for the Xenomorph species to be born on. I never learned why, no reasoning beyond blind hatred at least.
They hated the idea so much, that while the planet was being terraformed, prepaired for conversion and the seeding of life, a single cruiser showed up. Our security force was small, we were far from any Core System Worlds. The Cruiser was a human ship, it opened fire, the station controlling the terraforming process was damaged, then the ship fired something at the planet, and in moments I watched as they destroyed an entire world.
The station was sent flying, drifting in space, life systems disabled but sending out the distress signal. I was found two months later, every other scientist was dead, the Eden Project was abandoned, focus was shifted to simply terraforming worlds. I wanted revenge, and I would get it.
I wasn't the only one either, a last few Engineer's devoted to the Xenomorphs came to me, and with their help I created Genesis. At this point Humanity had earned my Ire. I let them off easy the first time, just going after the ones who had tortured me specifically, this time there would be no such mercy.
Earth was my target. Humans have mined it to nothing, they barely lived on the world, it was a brown ball of decay. The majority of humanity had long left the world, how ever they still revered their homeworld, worshipping it.
Those left on Earth were dieing from the dusty or radioactive poisoning, oil in the water, various other things. It was deemed the world too gone to useful anymore. I was going to show them otherwise. I unleashed Genesis on Earth, a single blast terraforming biological agent.
The same cylinder pod that made me as I am was used to give earth new life. The people on it either welcomed death quietly, or struggled and evolved. Earth was reborn as the homeworld of the Xenomorphs in a matter of a week.
I wished to watch Earth burn, but they had done that for me. I wanted to watch humanity suffer, to wither and die, but I instead went for their pride. I took their lump of coal and made it into a diamond for a new species, and they were pissed.
Human's are no slackers, and their knowledge of war is great. Their engines of war were at Earth in full force, they desired to burn this alien spawn from what is their world. They couldn't.
I was once human, I know their tricks of war, I know how to prepare for it and I prepared for it well. What they thought would be days turned into weeks. Orbital attacks were useless, ground assaults taken care of quickly by the deadly predators of the world and the Xenomorphs.
Then they pulled their trump card. "If we can't have it, No one can!" Which was their second to last trump card. The ship carrying their planet buster was infested after the first week, they lost that card, but their backup plan was still in play.
A missle designed to send a star into super nova was their ultimate weapon for galactic warfare. I was not going to lose this species a third time, I wasn't going to let Human's fear prevent this species from living.
I called for a negotiation, a ceasefire and peace treaty. I was denied. In that moment, I heard them preping to fire the missle, the thoughts in their minds so far away, yet so clear. Every mind of theirs on that ship, some following orders, others burning with pride and hatred for all things not human, in that moment I killed them all.
My own fear and rage funneled into a telepathic scream at that ship. I hit them hard, blood vessels in their brains ruptured, nerves burst from the overload. It was not a quick and painless death, slow and disabling, they writhed in pain before blacking out and then dieing.
That ship lays dead drifting around the sun, the weapons disabled, their super nova missle disabled and there was no second attempt. With the missle disarmed it eventually sank into the sun and was forgotten.
Looking back, it was an act of pure rage, killing all of them was...cruel I admit. An act of my Human side, the pride, getting the better of me, but it was for the better in the long term. I cast aside the aspects of humanity I hated and replaced it with the xenomorphs.
Earth is now Xenomorph Prime, and I am the Empress of Xenomorphs. Leave us in peace, and there shall be peace. We simply wish to survive.
Growth of the Hive
Xenomorph Prime, left in peace to do as we please upon our world. Sciences were developed, other species came to learn from us and to teach us what they knew. A hive mind is strong, a hive mind with sentience even more so, each mind able to reason and think and backed by the reasoning the thinking of every other in the hive.
We grew, as did our technology and we extended out. Not with ships, not some grand fleet colonizing worlds. We first grew to the moon, extending the reach of earth and consuming the moon, extending and creating atmosphere on the moon. From there we grew to Mars and Venus, then out to Mercury then to Jupiter and it's moons, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune.
Growing out, absorbing these planets into the hive and eventually we even reached the sun, funneling its thermal energy into pure power. By this time we were not the first to use a star as a power source, we were the first to completely enclose our star and harness all of the sun's power. From there it was just more growing and expanding.
The Milky Way had become the Hive Nexus. Consumed and combined in a giant web of the hive and I was bored. The curse of long life caught up, everything felt stagnant. So, in my boredum, I threw out ideas for scientific ventures. Dimensional travel, jumping from one realm of exsistance to another, other realities or universes.
It succeeded somewhat surprisingly, but when you have roughly a novemdecillion minds focused on a single goal you can expect it to get done, it took a few years but it got done. And so I started traveling, dimension to dimension, seeding the Xenomorphs on isolated worlds to grow and survive and exploring these new dimensions, feeding the hive with more and more information.
New species were absorbed into the hive. After all, the theory was correct, there are realities where the Tyranids are real, where the Zerg are real, and I was leaping to these universes and taking some of these species, adding them to the hive, furthering our growth and knowledge. It was glorious.
Revenge
Humanity was the last of my concerns while I was exploring. They weren't even a thought, long forgotten and left alone until it happened. I return from another dimensional travel, only to end up far from the hive nexus. In the middle of a human military fleet and then I was disabled.
Blasted with something, the hive mind was severed the moment I exited and I was left scrambled, helpless. I was always good at prepairing for the unexpected, humans were not expected and always tricky. They weren't out to kill me or the hive, they now saw potential, a tool, a weapon, to be used.
I was disabled long enough for them to wire into my mind, and through that they took control over the hive, their sentience was gone, left nothing more than hollow things with no soul, machines forced to obey commands from humans.
Through me they controled the hive, keeping me disabled and funneling commands through me, though I was quickly removed from the equation and they had created a machine to do the task and I was left with my connection to the hive mind severed.
Humans learn, adapt, and evolve, and they had done so surprisingly well. Studying the xenomorphs from a distance, learning everything they could. They learned how to snap the hive mind connections, how to control xenomorphs, and how to disable them. This was not even noticed due to the sheer size of the hive mind, it never got noticed when a few died in a fight with humans as they were rather constantly attacking outposts.
And so I was left shackled, kept subdued as they pulled all of the hive into this universe to be reworked, modified, subdued. There is nothing quite like the torture of being forced to sit and watch as your kin, no your children, are experimented on and made into souless things that obey mindlessly.
This was the humans revenge. Turn their enemy into their tool. And they got their use out of it, a few decades of use before I managed to get free. Wounds heal over time, but the hive mind was severed from me and I had only one option. Destroy everything. Decades of watching what humans did with the force of the hive behind them, it was certainly interesting to watch, but seeing them so souless was cruel.
The damage humans did was extensive, massive, irrepairable, and so I broke free, escaped to the core, the sun. I had a failsafe installed that would send the sun into a super nova, but naturally humans took that out somewhat. So, I reworked the system and drained energy from everywhere and forced it into the sun, and finally released a genesis device, converting the massive thermal energy into mass and condenced it. I turned the sun into a black hole.
Everything was connected by the hive webbing, and it was all pulled into the black hole. I escaped, as did many of the humans and the converted xenomorphs. My plan was not to stop them all at once, but to deprive them of that vast network of technology and resources. I've not spent the past fifteen decades hunting down what remained of those experiments and ending them.
Alone and Forgotten
Being apart of the hive was a type of closeness unable to describe. No human could comprehend it without experiencing it. I should know, I was once human.
But after being severed from it, having to hunt down and kill what was left of my species, I realized I was alone. Species can live on forever, People die. Great people leave behind idea's that inspire people, but eventually that is forgotten by time. Even if you do live forever, you are forgotten, time erodes all things.
I have lived such a long life. A very long life that was once full of being apart of something, the hive, and then being severed from that and left with no hive, no kin, nothing. The passing of time has burried everything I once knew and left me with nothing. I am Alone and forgotten.
The Story:
I've always known we weren't alone in the universe, It just was impossible for us to be the only life in the entire expanding thing that is the universe. I just never expected to actually encounter alien life, let alone become the host for one and alter everything humanity has ever known. I even saved humanity at one point, only for them to slowly destroy themselves with their curiosity. But, for now, this is My story.
Origins
Scientists were following an asteroid drifting through space, it had a projected path that would send it flying very close to earth and eventually it would swing around and hit earth, at least that was it's projected path, the asteroid ended up hitting another planet and sent debris from that world hurling at Earth.
I was a 21 year old male, no GF/BF ever, virgin, and in college, normal life for the most part until December 21, 2012. It was a normal day, people expecting the "End of the world!" but it never came. That night there was a wonderful show of falling stars, the debris from the planet the asteroid hit, and one such peice landed in my backyard. In that moment I was thinking "Cool! Maybe I can sell it for a nice chunk of money to fix up the truck" but that was until I got closer.
I noticed it was a metal cylinder firmly lodged in a large hunk of rock. First thing that poped into my mind was "Aliens" second thing was hunk of satillite, I kept thinking that as I got closer, waiting for it to cool off and poking it with a stick. The thing opened up and thick black...thing squirmed around inside and shot out, grabbing my arm and crawling up it.
I'm trying to keep calm as this thing just sinks into my skin. It burned like hell and was generally unpleasant, but eventually that cylinder was empty, and this thing was gone inside of me. So I'm in shock and just...wander inside and pass out on my bed.
I wake up the next morning feeling refreshed, though worried as the gravity of the situation smacked me in the face. "Oh shit, alien thing under my skin, the fuck do I do?" I acted like everything was normal and just went along with it until the changes started happening.
It's hard to say "Everything is fine" When you suddenly have wider hips and a more feminine figure, the bigger dick helped me from freaking out too much. Things go on and I keep checking myself, in a month's time I'm a full blown Hermaphrodite, I play it off as me just taking Hormones, which everyone just sorta nodded yes and went along with it, not wanting to actually think about it.
But no, that wasn't the end of the changes. What ever it was inside of me was changing me, at first I liked the changes, I feel more at home in this hermaphrodite body, and I was getting...oddly more comfortable as the changes continued.
The fangs sprouting out, enhanced strength and senses, I felt like a super hero. Then the more noticable stuff happened. Chitin forming along my arms, hair forming into dreadlocks, a freaking sheath for my cock. I learned quickly to hide the chitin, though it took a lot of focus to keep it hidden. It was like trying to walk with out putting one foot infront of the other, just didn't feel...right.
So anyway, finish off college, get a job staying at home, over next few years I work a programming job while figuring out just what the fuck is happening to me, what is it that was in that pod, and why the fuck the government hadn't shown up yet. Guess the government really is that stupid.
Years pass, I notice I stopped aging. It's 2034, I should 43, but I look like I'm in my late 20's. I've been practicing, putting this thing to use and testing my limits, finding I have very few, in terms of how I could test myself without risking someone finding out at least. Then the world found out.
What ever this thing was, it was created by something, and they came looking for it. At first we didn't know what to call them, after it was all over we called them Engineers, they sparked our creation here on earth, the catalyst that spawned humans. The thing that crawled into me was a living blueprint of some species they once worshipped. The Xenomorph.
The Engineers found me, captured me, experimented on me. I watched, learned, found out some things about myself, the thing that is inside me, and the engineers. The symbiote inside of me was intended to keep a living genetic code of a species alive, a living Noa's Ark so to speak. A species entire knowledge, everything that they are, written in the cells of this living creature.
And outside of it's container, when exposed to the air of Earth, it needed a host and latched on to me. It wasn't sentient, it was designed to survive in any enviroment by feeding off electrical impulses in the brain, it fed off mine. The interesting side effect however was that my subconcious desires were fed into this thing, which, for lack of better words, acted and molded me based upon those desires and eventually started weaving itself into me and changing me into a hybrid of the creature it was encoded with and myself.
The species this Ark carried was once deemed the pinnacle of evolution by the Engineers, it is the thing that inspired them and for which all their biomechanicle technology is based off of. The Xenomorph.
Of course they got the blueprint, started creating the xenomorphs and unleashing them on Earth as bioweapons. They wished to use Humans as Bioweapons, while some viewed the Xenomorphs as the perfect creature, others viewed them as the perfect weapon and wanted to use them for war, thus the blueprint was hidden, a sort of Noa's Ark for a single species hidden away to never be found and now it was found and unleashed on Humanity.
I watched, listened, and evolved. Adapting rapidly, controlling the Engineer's bioweapons, unleashing them upon their "creator's". It had been a few months since the start of this slaughter, humanities numbers were cut by about half and in a week after I took the control away from the Engineer's, they were defeated, all of the force at earth were killed.
I was a Hero, though an outcast, the last reminder of the Alien Invaders. Human's took to the leftover technology, developing genetic modifications to strengthen themselves from such attacks. Anthromorphs were the more common types of genetic modifications, various others were done but it was regulated pretty strictly.
How ever after that I wanted to chill and study more into what the Xenomorph is. It is more than a Bioweapon as these Engineer's wished to use them. They were...almost perfect. All they needed was individuality, a soul and I wanted to start on doing that, how ever my plans were cut very short.
Fearing another "Xenomorph Onslaught" I was subdued, kept restrained and under a EMP generator with a telepathic blocker fused to my head as the last of the Xenomorphs were killed. I still had the knowledge though, the blueprint to create them, which is why they didn't kill me. I was the pinnacle of the Engineer's technology and they wanted to study me.
The Escape
At first,I understood human's fear of the unknown, wanting to learn and study what they once saw as a engine of death and destruction. As the years became decades and their once curious studying became taunting, tugging, tearing, breaking of my body to "study" me.
Each day brought the same cruel treatment. They just saw this thing that wasn't human, this...Alien, and wanted to poke and prod it for amusement, not for the sake of science or the benefit of humanity. They were torturing the last thing alive that could potentially wipe them out.
To the public, I was once saviour of humanity for a brief moment but no more. Lost to history, faded away and forgotten, left to be broken day after day by scientists running out of idea's before they finally decide to pull the plug. The day finally came to pull that plug and I greeted it with open arms.
I was dragged to a room, fireing squad type thing, weapons testing. Marines with experimental weapons, laser weaponry being tested for the first time focused on me. They thought I was some lab creature whipped up to be shot, they were in for a big surprise when that first shot hit my arm, blowing it off. Acid blood sizzling on the ground but I stood up slowly.
The barrage came next, shot after shot, the helmet with the telepathy disruptor blew apart as I fell down, limbs laying around me and my acid blood pouring out. I smirked with one working arm, grabbing my limbs and pulling them back. I was even amazed at how quickly I was fixed up when the limbs were close enough.
I was unshackled, but not free. When you have been locked up and treated as I was for two centuries, you develope a grudge and with my returned senses I started my revenge. Scientists first, I went after all those that had willingly broken me for amusement first, after that was the ones who ordered it knowing what was going on yet playing innocent.
I made them all pay eventually, telepathy can be a real bitch. Seconds can feel like years to the mind, years of payback for two centuries of torture. They got off easy. There were survivors. Not many, a handful, but I left some alive as I burned the building down and left.
I entered a new world, on the surface everything was fine, humans and anthro's living together, some tension between the two due to a war that started up not long after I was "Subdued for the betterment of Mankind". Something about Anthro's being the next target for subjugation for "The Betterment of Mankind" after seeing they were so eager and willing to do it to the one person who saved the species.
A New Earth
It was about five years of covering my tracks after my escape, the year is 2243 and I still had a grudge against humans. I adopted a anthromorphic appearance, but kept the xenomorph like chitin to accent the design which got a few stares of approval, like flying the confederate flag so to speak.
Anyway, Not a whole lot has changed. Cars drive on magnetized roads, allowing them to drive themselves. Genetic modifications everywhere, advanced medical technology, war is still around and it gives me something to do.
I join up to the marines for a while, travel the planet and fight against the bad guys or sit around on my ass and do nothing. A few situations of "Over Enthusiastic Behaviour" when going up against human terrorists, though with memories of the war still fresh it was hard to blame someone, specially someone brandishing the "flag" as I was, for being a little eager to dish some payback.
Eventually a law gets passed and those whom were experimented on by humans were to be given a large sum from the human government. Naturally I signed on and didn't even care, I came out saying who I was, what happened, and it drew attention for a while. About two months.
I'm out of the marines at this time, constant stream of money from the human government as a "We're sorry, here is money to bandage the bleeding wound on your stomach." but I still took it, used it to live comfortably.
The Final Frontier
Space, The Final Frontier. The next big leap for earthlings, space travel. They already knew they weren't alone and were eager to explore the universe. It's the year 2961, a thousand years after the first launch by humans into space and it was the next leap, travel beyond this galaxy, the Milky Way.
However, at this point I'm still not aging, starting to get a little...crazy. I've been alive for so long, just...living this long is not something a human mind is meant to deal with. Others die over time, old age, outliving your loved ones is a curse.
This space exploration was a chance for me to get away from Earth, move on, find something new to do. How ever Humans were getting fussy again, claiming Earth as theirs. It seems long ago, what ever part of society split into the Anthromorphs was the better side of humanity. I'm not saying the Anthro's are perfect, but they have much less of a ego than humans, at least the majority does.
So Human's were starting a big uproar about how, now that the technology is there for colonizing worlds and habital worlds have been found, the anthromorphs should just leave Earth, all of them, and move to a new world. Most did, but not all, some stayed behind with friends and family and because it's their home.
I left and hoped nothing would drag me back to Earth ever again.
Genesis
For years earth was a memory, the pain was numb, distant and forgotten, covered up by new friends and loves, buried under the new pain of losing them. But I was happy again, content and helping be apart of creating new worlds.
The same technology that worked to create me, what made me as I am, was going to be used to terraform worlds to make them habital for the Anthro's, or to even create new life! It was ground breaking, and I had proposed that when a world would be used to create new life, that it would be for the Xenomorphs.
The idea was accepted, by the organizations and governments in charge of the project. Not by humanity. I am far from human at this point, so far I can not fathom why they protested against a world for the Xenomorph species to be born on. I never learned why, no reasoning beyond blind hatred at least.
They hated the idea so much, that while the planet was being terraformed, prepaired for conversion and the seeding of life, a single cruiser showed up. Our security force was small, we were far from any Core System Worlds. The Cruiser was a human ship, it opened fire, the station controlling the terraforming process was damaged, then the ship fired something at the planet, and in moments I watched as they destroyed an entire world.
The station was sent flying, drifting in space, life systems disabled but sending out the distress signal. I was found two months later, every other scientist was dead, the Eden Project was abandoned, focus was shifted to simply terraforming worlds. I wanted revenge, and I would get it.
I wasn't the only one either, a last few Engineer's devoted to the Xenomorphs came to me, and with their help I created Genesis. At this point Humanity had earned my Ire. I let them off easy the first time, just going after the ones who had tortured me specifically, this time there would be no such mercy.
Earth was my target. Humans have mined it to nothing, they barely lived on the world, it was a brown ball of decay. The majority of humanity had long left the world, how ever they still revered their homeworld, worshipping it.
Those left on Earth were dieing from the dusty or radioactive poisoning, oil in the water, various other things. It was deemed the world too gone to useful anymore. I was going to show them otherwise. I unleashed Genesis on Earth, a single blast terraforming biological agent.
The same cylinder pod that made me as I am was used to give earth new life. The people on it either welcomed death quietly, or struggled and evolved. Earth was reborn as the homeworld of the Xenomorphs in a matter of a week.
I wished to watch Earth burn, but they had done that for me. I wanted to watch humanity suffer, to wither and die, but I instead went for their pride. I took their lump of coal and made it into a diamond for a new species, and they were pissed.
Human's are no slackers, and their knowledge of war is great. Their engines of war were at Earth in full force, they desired to burn this alien spawn from what is their world. They couldn't.
I was once human, I know their tricks of war, I know how to prepare for it and I prepared for it well. What they thought would be days turned into weeks. Orbital attacks were useless, ground assaults taken care of quickly by the deadly predators of the world and the Xenomorphs.
Then they pulled their trump card. "If we can't have it, No one can!" Which was their second to last trump card. The ship carrying their planet buster was infested after the first week, they lost that card, but their backup plan was still in play.
A missle designed to send a star into super nova was their ultimate weapon for galactic warfare. I was not going to lose this species a third time, I wasn't going to let Human's fear prevent this species from living.
I called for a negotiation, a ceasefire and peace treaty. I was denied. In that moment, I heard them preping to fire the missle, the thoughts in their minds so far away, yet so clear. Every mind of theirs on that ship, some following orders, others burning with pride and hatred for all things not human, in that moment I killed them all.
My own fear and rage funneled into a telepathic scream at that ship. I hit them hard, blood vessels in their brains ruptured, nerves burst from the overload. It was not a quick and painless death, slow and disabling, they writhed in pain before blacking out and then dieing.
That ship lays dead drifting around the sun, the weapons disabled, their super nova missle disabled and there was no second attempt. With the missle disarmed it eventually sank into the sun and was forgotten.
Looking back, it was an act of pure rage, killing all of them was...cruel I admit. An act of my Human side, the pride, getting the better of me, but it was for the better in the long term. I cast aside the aspects of humanity I hated and replaced it with the xenomorphs.
Earth is now Xenomorph Prime, and I am the Empress of Xenomorphs. Leave us in peace, and there shall be peace. We simply wish to survive.
Growth of the Hive
Xenomorph Prime, left in peace to do as we please upon our world. Sciences were developed, other species came to learn from us and to teach us what they knew. A hive mind is strong, a hive mind with sentience even more so, each mind able to reason and think and backed by the reasoning the thinking of every other in the hive.
We grew, as did our technology and we extended out. Not with ships, not some grand fleet colonizing worlds. We first grew to the moon, extending the reach of earth and consuming the moon, extending and creating atmosphere on the moon. From there we grew to Mars and Venus, then out to Mercury then to Jupiter and it's moons, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune.
Growing out, absorbing these planets into the hive and eventually we even reached the sun, funneling its thermal energy into pure power. By this time we were not the first to use a star as a power source, we were the first to completely enclose our star and harness all of the sun's power. From there it was just more growing and expanding.
The Milky Way had become the Hive Nexus. Consumed and combined in a giant web of the hive and I was bored. The curse of long life caught up, everything felt stagnant. So, in my boredum, I threw out ideas for scientific ventures. Dimensional travel, jumping from one realm of exsistance to another, other realities or universes.
It succeeded somewhat surprisingly, but when you have roughly a novemdecillion minds focused on a single goal you can expect it to get done, it took a few years but it got done. And so I started traveling, dimension to dimension, seeding the Xenomorphs on isolated worlds to grow and survive and exploring these new dimensions, feeding the hive with more and more information.
New species were absorbed into the hive. After all, the theory was correct, there are realities where the Tyranids are real, where the Zerg are real, and I was leaping to these universes and taking some of these species, adding them to the hive, furthering our growth and knowledge. It was glorious.
Revenge
Humanity was the last of my concerns while I was exploring. They weren't even a thought, long forgotten and left alone until it happened. I return from another dimensional travel, only to end up far from the hive nexus. In the middle of a human military fleet and then I was disabled.
Blasted with something, the hive mind was severed the moment I exited and I was left scrambled, helpless. I was always good at prepairing for the unexpected, humans were not expected and always tricky. They weren't out to kill me or the hive, they now saw potential, a tool, a weapon, to be used.
I was disabled long enough for them to wire into my mind, and through that they took control over the hive, their sentience was gone, left nothing more than hollow things with no soul, machines forced to obey commands from humans.
Through me they controled the hive, keeping me disabled and funneling commands through me, though I was quickly removed from the equation and they had created a machine to do the task and I was left with my connection to the hive mind severed.
Humans learn, adapt, and evolve, and they had done so surprisingly well. Studying the xenomorphs from a distance, learning everything they could. They learned how to snap the hive mind connections, how to control xenomorphs, and how to disable them. This was not even noticed due to the sheer size of the hive mind, it never got noticed when a few died in a fight with humans as they were rather constantly attacking outposts.
And so I was left shackled, kept subdued as they pulled all of the hive into this universe to be reworked, modified, subdued. There is nothing quite like the torture of being forced to sit and watch as your kin, no your children, are experimented on and made into souless things that obey mindlessly.
This was the humans revenge. Turn their enemy into their tool. And they got their use out of it, a few decades of use before I managed to get free. Wounds heal over time, but the hive mind was severed from me and I had only one option. Destroy everything. Decades of watching what humans did with the force of the hive behind them, it was certainly interesting to watch, but seeing them so souless was cruel.
The damage humans did was extensive, massive, irrepairable, and so I broke free, escaped to the core, the sun. I had a failsafe installed that would send the sun into a super nova, but naturally humans took that out somewhat. So, I reworked the system and drained energy from everywhere and forced it into the sun, and finally released a genesis device, converting the massive thermal energy into mass and condenced it. I turned the sun into a black hole.
Everything was connected by the hive webbing, and it was all pulled into the black hole. I escaped, as did many of the humans and the converted xenomorphs. My plan was not to stop them all at once, but to deprive them of that vast network of technology and resources. I've not spent the past fifteen decades hunting down what remained of those experiments and ending them.
Alone and Forgotten
Being apart of the hive was a type of closeness unable to describe. No human could comprehend it without experiencing it. I should know, I was once human.
But after being severed from it, having to hunt down and kill what was left of my species, I realized I was alone. Species can live on forever, People die. Great people leave behind idea's that inspire people, but eventually that is forgotten by time. Even if you do live forever, you are forgotten, time erodes all things.
I have lived such a long life. A very long life that was once full of being apart of something, the hive, and then being severed from that and left with no hive, no kin, nothing. The passing of time has burried everything I once knew and left me with nothing. I am Alone and forgotten.
