The Drone

The Drone strolled down an empty corridor, performing his normal sentry duties of keeping an eye out for any intruders. He couldn't help but notice the difference in his brothers since the new worshippers had been brought on board.

For starters, he himself was beginning to think of them by their new human names. Not that he'd let them know that of course. For the worshippers to call them that was one thing, but for a lowly drone to was another thing entirely!

The Drone had noticed that the Commander, Todd as they called him, had been happier than normal of late. Perhaps because he'd rarely been seen without at least one or two of the worshippers following him. But the Drone had also seen the way they ran him ragged, the in-fighting between the main underlings, and the whispers of others.

As a drone he'd been bred to obey the orders of his Queen or his Commander. Since the Primary Queen of the alliance had opted to stay onboard her original hive, the Commander was his leader. But he'd grown to admire "Todd" with how he dealt with the Lantean threat. He still wasn't sure how the Commander had escaped from Earth, nor how he'd found another Wraith there, the one they called "Spike". But, he decided, he didn't really have any business to know or to ask questions. After all, he really wanted to feed again.

Ahh, feeding! The greatest pleasure in the universe, so the Drone thought. He'd once fed on a Lantean, from one of the teams that journeyed off-world. She had tasted so full of fire, so full of desire and defiance, so full of life! Not like any of the meagre meals he'd had from the Pegasus natives. They'd accepted their fate millennia ago, the defiance all but gone forever. But this soldier, this small, frail human female, so far away from home, had given him a buzz so great that he'd thought of nothing for days other than to have that wonderful taste again.

The Drone suddenly noticed that while his mind had wandered, his feet had taken him to the worshipper corridor without his noticing. One worshipper, a male was standing before him, gazing up at him with adoration. His shirt was provocatively open, showing the Drone a line of chest hair, and a faint feeding mark. The Drone growled. His thoughts of the Lantean had make him hungry, the thirst for life stirred within him, a small sun burning its way through his self-control.

A flicker of alarm shadowed the worshippers face, and he backed away. But not fast enough for the Drone, who snarled and drew his hand up, catching the worshipper. He started to feed, to feel the soothing life force healing the pain the thirst had wrought. He barely noticed the worshipper howling and writhing in pain as he fed, though the death had come too soon for his liking. The drone sighed, and let the body fall to the floor. A moment's satisfaction had been provided, but not enough. Not nearly enough to counter the annoyance of the Commander when he would be found out. "Todd" valued his worshippers, and didn't take nicely to their being fed upon as a quick meal.

Looking up he spotted two other Wraith along the corridor, both surrounded by a group of female worshippers. One was the second-in-command, "Kenny", the other, "Spike". Both looked too busy to even notice that he was there, let alone report back what he'd done. The Drone pushed opened a door to his right and kicked the corpse into the room before starting back on his rounds, marginally less hungry than he had been before.