Author's Notes: A short oneshot in the p.o.v of an Aparoid queen.
Edit: I didn't really plan on carrying this further (making it a multi-chaptered piece); it was just a simple idea that came to me one day. I've thought it over and that may change, but it's going to be a while before you see anything new here, so just be patient, please.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Fox.
Perfect
We are perfect. We are never wrong. We are the pinnacle of evolution.
What didn't they understand about that? What made them turn away from us and our way of life?
We remember; we remember them all. Fox, Krystal, Pepper, Slippy, Falco, Peppy, Wolf, Panther, Leon. Pigma; he joined us. As far as we are concerned, he was the smartest one of all; he knew when to give in.
Emotions. Individuality. So confusing. So unnecessary. How do these beings function? They are like drones without a queen; they never amount to anything more than mere workers, slaves.
Disgusting. No sense of purpose in their actions. No true, higher purpose that is. It is always about "me", never "us". No harmony.
Filthy animals. Beasts. All of them are below us. No amount of technology will make a species superior or more civilized. It means nothing if those things are never a part of you. Creatures that cannot assimilate all that is around them… we thought that was inconceivable until we made contact with them. And they were the ones who defeated us.
But it is alright. We forgive them. They will join us soon enough.
They thought they won. Foolish beings; did they think Aparoid kind only existed on the original home world? That we, having means of space travel, would not have already spread out on other worlds?
Yes. We live. We sleep on other planets. We are gaining strength with every passing moment. We will emerge from our cocoons. We will rebuild and communicate once more with our brethren elsewhere.
And we will come back. We will see them again. They will join us; see the error of their ways. Evolution will continue and we will assimilate more creatures and more machines into our hive mind. All will be well.
Because we are perfect. And perfection cannot be stopped.
Only…delayed.
The End.