Hive's Links
Keeping Pascal from us. Won't stand for that. Get sick, rot. Die. You are nothing.
Yuck. That's a piece of work. Apparently part of Pascal, Bax, and Paia's gang when they were younger.
Sick woman. Didn't die to my disease but became sick in the head instead... did we cause that? The doctor seemed unchanged but she is so much different. Study, study.
Vile, wretched beast. One of that damned Pascal's friends, the one who spread Beira like a fucking rat. Sad to see she didn't succumb to it. I want to see her writhe in pain as she dies like my poor baby Teiwar did...
Pascal's big brother. Stupid. Gullible. And yet so similar to Pascal. Would he get sick and die or is he like his brother? Study, study, maim. Would like to sink my claws into him, maybe bring Pascal back.
I can't believe Tamo would associate with...this...its worse than she is.
Old loves... new body. Claim to reject what we did. We found the laboratory. Missing people. Every one of them rotting in cages. Apollon, Cyanide, Ascyen... Paia. You never change.
Hive was always the brains behind what we did. She used all of us...and...and us most of all. We were just blind at the time... We were her experiments more than anyone else was ours.
Old one and the brother's new protector. Would make an interesting test subject but seen what she did to Mesa. Study... study from afar. Sick in the head too, from being alone. Clingy.
Who's you? Creepass smily bitch.
Bruiser, angry, reckless, but a good test subject. Fun to study...
I'll send you ta th' fuckin void fer usin me, and Tamo, and god...what y'did to Apollon...whatever you did ta Bax to make him inta that THING... You're dead meat, y'fuckin cunt.
Prized one. His mind...indispensable. Incapable of falling to our creation. We need that mind and body to progress.
I can and will wipe you off the face of the universe. Nobody is more disgusting than you. The ways you used us, especially what you did to poor Apollon...You may think you can get to me but the only thing you're getting is a mouthful of cure.
Our Idol. The one who made us realize we are weak in our singular false form. Whole. Pure, powerful, strong. We, the small hive, feel almost ashamed to compare ourselves to the power of this, True Hive. But we must return to it. Sometime. When we are strong and more whole we can return to it, give ourselves up to make it more powerful. Until then. Worship.
Strange creature.
Not food, nasty magic.
Predator.
Stole Apollon's egg from us. Thief, filthy thief. Harder to catch than we are, but can't run forever. One day you will slip and we will catch you, and the doctor can't help you when your core is part of the Hive. Eat.
Persistent thing, she is. On my own, she wasn't that big of an issue. I could easily evade her. Though now that I apparently "stole" Aphelion from her, she won't let up. I don't want to have to deal with her, but if she comes for my child, I'll have no choice to let my staff take over. Anything to keep them safe.
We should be on your side of this glass. Maim. Pick you apart. See what makes you tick, foul little animal.
I've met my fair share of nasty people in the universe. Wicked people, able to strip worlds to their bare essentials in a matter of decades. People who would wish to see the entire universe burn under their watchful eye. But this one... is in a small subsection of people who I'd wish actual physical and, well I would say Psychological harm but they're already broken. This fetid monster went unchecked across the system of Pentae, tormenting the already fragile people of the system, turning them into experiments. Giving them fates worse than death. I seek to undo all of her work and prop her up as a message to all others who think that way that the things they do are wretched.
Ours. This. Was. Ours. We will reclaim it yet, find some use for it in this form.
SCARY!