by  djpuppeh
thanks very much to  fazzer12 and  bloodino

Log number 503, stardate unknown. Halcyion's verge station NO5
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Not sure if this will get back to hive zeus, I know things have been rough back home. Outnumbered by ferals, distrusted by humans. A few months ago I ran into a feral aboard station 2 out here in the verge. I'd never come into conflict with my own species before. It took a great deal of convincing and firepower to make the primitive bastard back off. Their queen was also suitably primitive minded. Breed breed breed... kill kill kill. Perfect machines of murderlust. She thought to order me around with pharamones as if I were some drone.
It was hard to resist... But I extracted her pharamone glands and made myself a nice little nest on station 5. While lightly infested it wasn't hard to assume control of the local hive and it's three drones. The station's been long abandoned, and makes a perfect lab and testing ground.
In other news I've sent you guys another couple million cred. Out here, away from the prying eyes of the mega-corps I can work undisturbed. It turns out more than one dictator, resistance group, or military organization will pay very very well for the sort of delecious bio-weapons I can dream up. As I've said, our species may have been meant as a living weapon, it would explain my proficiency with inventing new ones.
Ah, one of my new roomates is lifting it's tail invitingly. I must cut this short. Drones may be genderless for the most part but they make wonderful lovers once tamed.