Okay, let's try this thing. My first attempt at a story, I hope it is to your satisfaction.

As you can see soon, I'm not much of a writer. I have no experience or skill whatsoever, so I hope you can forgive me for that.

Nevertheless, I truly do hope that you'll enjoy this at least a little bit.

75,000 years.

In the grand scheme of the universe, such an amount of time doesn't seem like much. Spending it in the void between the galaxies was something else entirely. But, being in a self-induced coma helped to shorten the perception of time and despite being a crutch, immortality had its advantages.

More than being helpful in healing and rebuilding a severely injured body, the coma proved to be a reprieve for a wounded soul. When one's race was the only surviving force in a battle of the universe and subsequently losing everyone and everything you had, some peace of mind was not much to ask for.

Leaving behind an inhabitable galaxy, said race was forced to search for a new home; a home where one could live without having to kill and fight for everything. In essence, a home where the zerg could live in peace. But finding a suitable galaxy to colonize would not be an easy feat. Overlords would be each be filled with a brood mother egg and then sent out into the never-ending void. One was told that such a thing would require patience.

Again, a coma was proving to be handy.

But sadly, each galaxy showed the same result: in rare cases, it was not habitable, in most cases though, the galaxy's native races would not accept the existence of such an abomination and thus would resort the same tool: violence.

This procedure had gone on for tens of thousands of years; though this galaxy was different. The beginning was, as always, the same: they had come to simply exist; the other races felt threatened and armed themselves. They had fought valiantly.

But, unlike other scenarios, they had won, against all odds.

Abathur had been intrigued by this galaxy. Further investigation might have brought interesting results. But her orders were clear, finding a world, where fighting for the right to exist would not be necessary, was the main goal. When there would be any sign of a possible co-existence with the native races, the search would be over. He didn't want to displease her; doing so would have been unpleasant. But the search in this galaxy wasn't completely over, as one egg had remained flying around in that galaxy's space.

Surprisingly, Abathur didn't have to wait long for results with that particular egg. Instead of being able to land on an uninhabited planet, the egg was picked up in space and brought somewhere, probably to be experimented on. Probing, cutting, scanning; they were not gentle, even after the egg had hatched. Those primitives wanted to use the "rachni", as they were called, against enemies of a certain "Saren".

Abathur rarely showed any form of emotion, thus it came to a huge surprise when he sensed apprehension of the brood mother. Did she fear her impending death? While a mother perishing was nothing uncommon – it had happened in every other galaxy – her fear of doing so, was something new. Maybe the circumstances of dying alone in a laboratory without any hatchlings by her side were the reason.

Then, after several years of rigorous torture, that emotion turned into full-fledged fear. Through the psionic link between him and the brood mother, Abathur could sense what was happening. Her captors and an invading part were in a violent dispute about said "Saren" witch subsequently ended with the death of the research leader. One member of the victorious faction seemed to be emotionally connected to that leader, but that didn't interest Abathur.

In front of the brood mother's holding cell stood a being with a striking resemblance of a terran. It was evident, that the brood mother was anxiously awaiting the further actions of that individual. To save herself, she used a fallen corpse to communicate with her potential executioner. A short conversation filled with words of plea ensued.

Startled, Abathur promptly sent word to Izsha. It seemed their search was finally over, for a native did something unexpected.

It had shown mercy.

After sleeping for 75,000 years, it was time for the Queen of Blades to wake up.

A/N: So, what do you think?

Should there be any mistakes concerning typing, grammar and the likes, please tell me.

Also, should there be any plot holes in the futere, I would be thankful, if you'd point them out. In additon, I wouldn't be opposed to any ideas about the future of the story, because I just went with it here, I don't know how this'll end up.

I'm not a fast writer, and as you can see, it's not much eiter. Sadly, I'm a prime example of a lazy person.

Looking forward to any reviews and comments.