Niadra snarled, jabbing with one of her "wings" and impaling a Zealot through the chest. The Protoss warrior groaned before erupting into blue light, his soul torn from his destroyed body. She tossed the body aside, and turned to admire her newly formed brood. Hydralisks fired poisonous spines into Protoss warrior, their shields unable to protect them from such an onslaught. Roaches shredding apart escape pods with their massive claws, or melted the heavy plating with their acidic spit. Zerglings, in great numbers, scrambling over each other to get at the Protoss and rip them to shreds. However, the "child" she was most proud of was the Ursadon, which she had taken control of. The beast bellowed in fury, lifting a flailing stalker above its head before slamming it down, shattering the construct into pieces. If she had a mouth, she would be smiling, for the sight of her children destroying the Protoss was almost to much for her. Soon, the last escape pod was destroyed, and the last Protoss warrior was slain, spilling his blood onto the golden floor. Niadra breathed in deeply, enjoying the feeling of having completed her task. She reached out with her mind, her focus stretching across space as she contacted her queen.
"My queen. The Protoss have been exterminated. What is your bidding?" However, unlike before, there was no response, no warmth caused by her queen's focus directed towards her. This surprised Niadra, and a slight feeling of dread began to rise within her. She tried again, focusing harder to reach out to her queen.
"My queen?" Her voice bounced back, echoing through the emptiness. Her voice rose, and dread took hold.
"My queen!?" Still no response. Niadra's heart fell.
"We are alone." For the first time in her life, she was without her queen, alone in the vastness of space. Her mind churned, without direction, without purpose. Then, her mind settled. She was Zerg. She wasn't meant to wallow in self-pity, she was meant to obey. To adapt. To destroy. And she would do just that. If she and her brood couldn't receive new orders, then they would make sure that their last orders are completely, to the last. Niadra let out a snarl, resulting in her children doing the same.
"The Queen of Blades has given us but one purpose. To destroy the Protoss! Search the ship, bring me everything. We will study them, we will learn their weaknesses, and we will adapt to combat them! We will return, and when we do, the Protoss will be consumed by the Swarm!" And so, her children took off into the ship to search as Niadra began placing down creep tumors. However, she lacked the capability to spawn more children, and nothing other than Zerglings, roaches and hydras. Her brood was limited, and she lacked overlords. No matter, she would find a way to adapt her children to this. Her eyes glanced to the side, falling upon the Ursadon, which had begun scratching at an itch forming in its spine, causing its hair to fall out. Another thought entered her mind, and she moved towards the Ursadon. She had work to do.