Hello there! This story is composed of my little ideas & fantasy races of my own, that aren't naturally connected w/ Steven Universe at all!

These stories are composed of different alien races who are enhanced by the mysterious element "Eternium", which puts evolution on overdrive and makes ridiculously powerful lifeforms, some that become intelligent very rapidly, such as the rapid development of hyperdense brains or muscles, the exponential increase of height, and more, who are victims of Gem colonies. Most of the races depicted in these chapters will have driven off the Gem invaders due to either being too hard to kill or being assisted by… Someone else

The species in this chapter are a race of reptilian bipedals whose heads look much like oversized snake's heads, part of a telepathic hive minded organism who calls itself "Omega", but I won't get too much into detail because I don't want to bore you, or take up the majority of this chapter with this little Author's Note!

I have actually decided to re-do the first chapter, not only to extend it but also to revitalize it with a better writing style.

This is probably going to be the largest author's note, so it won't be so big for the chapters to come.

Let us begin.

The drone walked through the tundra, only enough clothing on to protect it's lower areas, and a simple sash to store the little food it has. It knows its destination, and it knows its mission. It is too far from the Hive Core to know what else to do, so it simply follows the final directives before it was freed from Omega's grip.

Soon, the drone hears mechanical movement. It knows what is to come, and it readies a bow loosely tied to its side, a dozen arrows ready to fire. It approaches the site, and waits.

Half an hour passes, and an alien enters it's sight. Green, triangular gemstone on her chest and floating extremities. She looks frail, but the legs would have enough meat to satisfy the Broodborn for 12 cycles. But it knows that there is no meat, only a necklace's worth. The drone draws an arrow, and pulls it back, knowing it will make the shot.

The arrow silently flies through the air, splitting the stone into three. She doesn't even get to shout, for she is gone already. The stone falls into the floor in it's fragments, and the drone puts the pieces into the sash to satisfy the needs of the Hive Queens. The drone then hides the enhancers in the holes of the walls of the canyon, knowing it could not eat it. It races silently among the canyon,

Three purple drones appear in it's sight, two of them having visible targets. The other one will have to be crushed manually. Thus, it prepares to rapidly fire three of it's arrows before they see it.

Two invaders worth of shards hit the floor in half a second, and a third intact stone falls three seconds later, along with two arrows who hit the poor thing.

The drone retrieves two of the four arrows, the other two dulled by the impacts. The drone has nine kills left before it must go in head first. Walking up to the still living purple invader, it picks it up, carefully examining it.

Then, it drops it, soon after stepping on it without remorse or hesitation. It is nothing but splinters now. The drone hears a gasp, turning around. A yellow-orange invader with a pyramid-like cut readies herself for battle, but the drone is too fast. Her shards fall to the floor with an ear-percing scream. The drone ceases its silent game, and begins the massacre.

Hours later, near 2 dozen invaders worth of shards and a dead drone are all that remains, finally succumbing to it's wounds. It died for the Hive, and its loss will not be in vain.

ONE YEAR PASSES FROM THIS POINT, AND A WHOLE NEW STORY AWAKENS.

A year later, a group of 15 Drones alongside a large 4-legged creature acting as a telepathic relay to the drones March onwards towards an invader's breeding ground, the drones feasting on protein-rich meats and fruits, the relay grazing on the terrain. Once the drones finish their messy meal, they stand emotionlessly until the Relay finishes it's search for nutrition.

Once all are ready, the drones, 10 armed with bows and the rest with metal spears march mindlessly towards the breeding ground, only reading themselves once they reach the edge. One Drone leads the relay a distance away to prevent it from being seen, the relay standing almost perfectly still at its destination.

The Hive Mind controlled drones then move in, protecting each other as the the extension of the Hive Mind itself, the Spear drones gripping the weapons tightly, only meant to be thrown in a dire situation. The Bow drones draw one arrow each, more than enough arrows to wipe out two hundred aggressors, depending on if the drones are in peak physical condition.

At the sight of a group of 7 purple invaders, the Bow drones fired a volley of 10 arrows simultaneously, raining on the victims, killing all but one of them immediately, the survivor charging and then dying to a Spear drone. The drones ignored the shards, stepping around them and marching deeper into the area.

The sound of the demise of the purple ones no doubt awoke the security deeper in, a dozen of the Yellow ones charging headfirst in a literal sense, only to be shards on the floor to be stepped upon by arrows, or spears for the ones who near the Bow drones, for the drones see out of each other's eyes, each being a cog in a greater machine.

A half hour has passed since the drones first stepped in, and 3 dozen invaders are mere splinters to the Drones' controller now. They have not encountered any of the Green Maintainers, which is favorable. Of course, killing the Green ones means less are able to keep maintaining the breeding ground, and thus reducing the stealing of the Hive's resources. It is decidedly neutral, then.

After nearly 5 dozen have fallen, the Hive feels it's control over its drones slip abruptly, unable to sense the heartbeat of the Relay, due to it's fall at a roaming Maintainer killing it at range. Without the Hive Mind to guide the drones, they become disoriented for a moment, resulting in the death of 2 Spear drones and 7 Bow drones within mere seconds.

With the tide turning, the drones cease attempting to sustain an assault, and instead aim for the greatest casualties.

An hour after the raid begun, all the drones and 7 dozen invaders are dead, the mission being a failure. The Hive knows it must adapt to protect it's Relays, and takes note for later battles.

FIVE YEARS PASS FROM THIS SKIRMISH, THE HIVE MIND GROWS DESPERATE.

Five years from that battle, the Hive has been feeling the control of its Orb slip, and the Hive knows it must retake what it has lost. This battle will be a shining example of what is to come, and so it must use all its resources to become the victor.

Four hundred drones, armed with stolen invaders' technology and refurbished weapons march towards what was previously a sizable Farming ground for the Hive Mind, turned into a breeding ground for the invaders. The Hive knows it must either burn it to the ground or retake it, else the invaders will only grow stronger.

Nearby, ten Relay animals wander around, escorted by two Bow and Spear drones each, under the careful control of the Hive Mind. The Hive is ready, and thus the drones are too.

All the drones charge in at once, moving as a singular, terrifying entity without remorse, killing the invaders left and right. There are no openings in the Drones' collective assault, meaning there is no way to deal significant damage.

Abruptly, the Hive feels 3 of its Relays die, alongside the Relay's escorting drones, and calls in the remaining Relays. At least one must live, else the tides turn in favor of the invaders.

Only two Relays return alive, only one able to efficiently transmit commands & control. This is not in the Hive's favor, and thus the uninjured Relay must hide within the center of the waves of Drones, slowing down the charge significantly. The other relay is left behind, for it will surely die.

With the slow advance, a few drones are picked off at first, but the horde adapts. It always does. The emotionless swarm keeps its Relay alive, securing the area for certain. The fight lasted much longer than expected, but it is nearing the end if the battle.

...Until the final Relay is picked off by a Maintainer, the shot was lucky, but very unfavorable. The Hive loses connection near instantly, the injured Relay left behind acting only as a way to witness the battle now.

A hundred of the four hundred drones die in the confusion after the disconnect, but recover enough to push forwards. The Drones are barely able to communicate with each other telepathically, but enough gets communicated to know what is generally going on.

Hours after the beginning of the fight, the Drones barely win. Less than fifty drones left alive, but enough to keep the area secure until reinforcements arrive. The day is secure…

...But overall, the Hive is losing ground. Slowly, but surely. It appears the fall… Is inevitable.

THEIR END NEARS, DECADES LATER. BUT WHOSE END SHALT IT BE?

Decades later, only thousands of drones remain. Hidden in a crater, the final hive drones await their fall. Soon, an Armada arrives to finish them off, but instead of accepting death, they fight until the last drone.

But when all hope is lost, the ground begins to shake, and a colossal figure, buried by the terrain begins to rise from the earth below. It stands as tall as a skyscraper, it's optic looking at the invaders below. The words it speak change the tide of the Hive forever, ensuring their survival.

"ARCHIC ONLINE. GEOLOID PRESENCE IDENTIFIED; PROTOCOL 14-SUBSECTION THETA ACTIVATED."

The behemoth crushes the invaders beneath its feet, smacking their warships to ash like flies, and marches towards the invader's breeding sites.

The battle was glorious, the behemoth annihilating those who seeked to end the Hive. Days passed, the behemoth giving no mercy, but eventually the aliens begin to run, knowing there was no way to kill the monster.

Once the ashes settle, the metal guardian falls back down, once again returning to its slumber. The Drones begin wandering the world again, knowing that they are safe, and Omega remains.

Now, Omega wanders the forests, breathing clear air once again. Omega knows that they will come back, and of they don't adapt, the Machine may not be there to same them again.

Omega reaches a decision. The Hive must adapt to the invader's technology, and reach the stars that has always filled Omega with wonder.

Yes, Omega will reach the stars. Omega will consume the invaders for their sins, and Omega will find the Machine Builders. Omega will thank them, and perhaps join them.

Omega will persist. Omega will survive. Omega will thrive.

AND THE END OF THE FIRST CHAPTER OF OMEGA

Just here for some clarification, information that can be skipped until the next line below, for it will tell you what I've planned for the next chapter to feature.

The Green "invader" with a yellow cut was a peridot, obviously.

The 3 purple "invaders" were Amethysts.

The yellow "invader" with a pyramid-like cut was a Jasper.

The "Breeding Grounds" of the gems are their kindergartens, but the Hive Mind doesn't understand this… Yet.

The 4-legged creature acts as a sort of extension of the Hive Mind's telepathic network, and are vital to the Hive Mind in the event that a large scale mission is sent out, else the drones be unable to fight as one.

The Crater and it's importance to the Hive Mind will be explained next chapter.

The Archic is pronounced like (Ark-ic), the H bring silent.

WHAT IS TO COME:

Next chapter will feature the expanding of the Hive Mind's story; how it evolved to this point, what caused the evolution, and what the Crater means

This info will also tell you the name of the Hive Mind! Woohoo!