5. The Village in The Trees

The small furry creature began painting three strange two legs, which i recognized as those i had fought. they were in different colors, yellow, blue, and green. they were shown to being killing the small furry things, but then a flaming black ball fell from the sky.

It painted me, crouched, with my arms croseed over my chest, between the beast and thier twolegged murderers.

the next series of pictures showed me shooting lightning from my claws and slicing off an arm.

after that they could be seen returning to thier great metal beast, leaving the area.

anove all of this was an image of me, mid flight, with my arms bent upwards at the elbow, lightning crackling along mynarms to shoot from my claws, my six wings extended behind me as i roared my righteous rage at the needless murder.

it was then that it hit me. these tiny beasts thought me a goddess. a great protector, someone harsh but fair.

I could smell... food? They small creatures had proceeded to cook the carcass of the two-leg. i stipped the shell from the arm i held, then shoved a pointed stick though it and held it over the fire to cook. while my arm was cooking, i sampled some of the other dishes they had to offer. the soft mash like substance was made from a kind of plant bulb, which grows almost exclusively just beaneath the topsoil. It was good, and i made a slight buzz with my wings, to show my satisfaction.

they had fruit too. i tried several, the small oval shaped ones where my personal favorite, as they reminded me of the fruit tree from our home world. i hummed, sad, and the small things seemed to realize that i was unhappy.

one of them, the one who brought me here, approached, concern evident. i ignored it, and went over to the story wall and began to paint.

i drew a tree with strange fruit, and below that i drew the swamps of our old home, Dagobah. i then drew a Purrgil, and us on top of the Purrgil as well as the streaks of light the purgill saw whil mid jump. next was thier planet, and a fruit tree slashed with bright red.

under the image of our old home, i drew us, eating many of these fruits, clearly happy. under thier planet, i drew us, eating this new fruit, sad, and looking back to our old home.

i then drew them giving us many of these fruits, and us protecting them. i got the small-ones Leaders attention, and showed him these images. he studied them for a few minutes before hugging my leg, warbling and gesturing repeatedly at the last two images.

he seemed to understand i wanted these fruits in exchange for continued protection from the two-leggeds.

he turned and warbled something, prompting many baskets of the small purple fruits to be brought out. i turned to him, and he simply smiled up at me with a gentle knowing look in his eyes.

i spend the rest of the day eating and drinking with the small-ones.

Elsewhere

A small green creature prepares supplies for a journey, as does the young boy next to him.

"Master, where are we going?"

"A grave threat to the galaxy, i sense. a darkness, a hunger, calm though it may be for now, Young Dooku. The end times are nearing, I fear."

They boarded a shuttle, and headed for the stars.

I woke with a start, the sun having gone down. i could see the moon hanging high above, and I felt comforted by its gentle glow. Perhaps it was because we live in a Hive, where there is little to no light, that i find the bright light of day somehow... wrong.

i frowned. i turned my head and saw the small-ones all over, sleeping off their feast. i buzzed my wings, slowly taking off into the air, and headed back to the nest. the Architects had been busy, already i could see the base of the great mountain that would be our Hive.

'Open the Population Management Subsystem.'

[Ding! You have: 30 Repletes, 10 Gatherers, 10 Warriors, 5 Architects ]

I ask for volunteers to go and stay with the village, and state 5 Repletes, 2 Gatherers, and 3 Warriors will be going, along with a single Architect. I leave it to them to decide who among them will be going.

I then call the Architects and explain to them i want a good strong barrier around the bases of the trees that the small-ones live in. i want gates that only open from the inside, so that the big two-leggeds cant open it without first talking with the Small-ones.

i take the volunteers, and oddly enough, the first two Gatherers i ever hatched were the ones going to the village. the same was also true with my Repletes, as half of my first ten chose to go to the village. i didnt mind. they were older, their shells more sturdy in case anything bad happened.

We flew back to the village at first light, and were greeted with cheers. The Leader warbled, and i was beginning to understand their meaning. something about a Goddes of Thunder and her Followers, falling from the sky to protect them in their time of need.

I nodded, as i had become fond of these small furry creatures. they were cute, they sounds they made soothing, and their fur was soft. the perfect pet, though they didnt need to know i thought of them like that. they were worshipers of the Goddess of Thunder, which they believed was me.

I wasnt about to correct them on this, and shatter their beliefs in thier Goddess.