The rachni queen ambled through the cave network of their new homeworld on spindly legs and chittered quietly to herself. Among the many things she had considered, she had thought about journeying to their species birthplace on Suen. But that would have required many ships, and the queen was still wary about building a fleet, lest the other species of the galaxy respond how they did all those millennia ago.
So instead, they had dug in deep on Utukku, clearing away what the discordant had wrought in their home and rebuilding. She spared a thought for the human that had made this all possible and began to sing a mournful dirge colored with blues, reds and greens. Azure for loss, Crimson for death, and emerald for the life that came afterwards.
A ballad for the singer of the white note of hope, the orator that had vanquished the sour yellow note of the discordant. There was no one note in the rachni language to fully describe the human that brought them back from the brink of extinction, so songs upon songs would have to suffice. The queen stirred fitfully, feeling the minds of her children joining her in the song, no matter where they were in the cluster.
As always, it was a joyous occasion.
