The entirety of the structure was biomass - healthy... and living. The floor-like-structure was slippery and was covered in creep. Like a carpet of arteries and veins, the pulsating creep distributes essential nutrition for the Prime Hive, the so-called name of this building, ensuring its survival and the survival of those inside it. The wall linings were all in similar conditions, corridors stretch here and there like networks of tunnels with biological valves as doors, separating chambers from chambers. The air here is damp and moist, not to mention warm, especially when the atmosphere of the planet its on is hot for the planet is volcanic. Thankfully the Prime Hives filters the atmosphere surround it, making it more... hospitable inside.
He walks the halls in the Prime Hive on two legs. His oral and respiratory orifices concentrated on his face, along with his hearing appendages. His psionic chords or as he likes to call them, "psi-dreads" are short, segmented, and semi-stiff, forming a combed-cut with bangs, grew from his scalp and his head skin. These extended his control over lesser Zerg and serve as a communication means to other psionic beings, like an antennae sort of. He is humanoid in body shape, as well as facial structure. He has two muscular arms and a toned body by Terran standard, as well as other Zerg features ,such as a pair of bony skeletal bat wings, shoulder carapace or plates, and visible muscle fibers, glowing with purple aura. Both his eyes oriented forward, with enhanced light absorption, additional color detectors, and lense flexibility, improving his spectrum of vision. He stops in front of a door that would not yet open.
"Soon, little prince, you will be officially announced to the entire Swarm, your people." The smooth and accented voice called out from the shadows. He turned and saw the humanoid figure behind him. He was an infested Terran from Earth, a Vice Admiral to be precise. Although infested, his Zerg features mostly consumes his left arm, shoulder, and cheek. His eyes glow yellow, giving his somewhat handsome, rugged face an intimidating, yet welcoming look. He has thick moustache and beard, mostly on his right side of his face due to the infestation of the left. He has claw like appendage protruding from his back. He wore a military coat and an admiral hat that are infested as well.
"Stukov !" Said the startled prince. "What are you doing in here ? Shouldn't you be out there ? With the rest of the high ranking senior broodmothers ?" The little prince asked.
Stukov just shrugged. "Meh, I didn't feel like going out there, besides I already attended the last summit."
"Well you may have a point, but Mother always oblige all broodmothers, that includes you, to join her summit every four months." Said the little prince."All the senior broodmothers are there." he continued.
"And why do you think you're here, Little prince ?" Stukov asked with a sarcastic chuckle.
With an obvious sigh, the Little prince answered "I was summoned Alexei... and stop calling me Little prince, its Damian" as if it is the most obvious answer to everything.
"Yes Damian, but why has she summoned you ?"
Suddenly, Damian was dumbstruck. Why did he come to this summit ? Was it to announce his presence ? To follow and please the leader of the Zerg ? Or parhaps it was to intimidate the other broodmothers not to cross him. Not knowing the answer, he looks downward and slip out of his composure. "Probably to test me, Mom does enjoy doing that..." but there was doubt in his voice.
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Heir of the Hive
FanfictionDamian Kerrigan was created as an experiment by Overqueen Zagara as a possible future for the Zerg Swarm. As an official heir to the Overqueen herself, he would have to prove his worth as a leader and that means facing of critiques from fellow brood...