(This fic is now officially cancelled. Maybe I'll come back to it in the very distant future if I ever get back into Starcraft, but for now, it's up for adoption.)

Remember the Protoss ship from Starcraft Heart of the Swarm? The one from the "Enemy Within" mission? The one that started with sneaking? Niadra (the broodmother that eventually infested the place) lost contact with the Queen of Blades more than fifty years ago. Since then, the Zerg aboard that ship have flourished... until one day when they came across an unknown planet and were pulled in. The atmosphere did little to the ship, but the crash did.

The horrific Zerg within, Niadra included, perished... all save for one little Drone. Free of any control, this Drone has only three directives: multiply, infest, thrive.

(Please, for the love of all that is tobzahs, leave a comment. I enjoy hearing feedback, ideas, all that shtuff. It motivates me, really.)

Featured 9/4/14, apparently.