Simmons had been standing in the darkness for what seemed like a few days when the woman appeared again.
"Awaken," she said softly, as though to a child.
At this, Simmons opened his eyes. He was still laying on the floor, the metal that had trapped him now a puddle next to him. He sat up and looked around at the walls, surprised by the tentacles of flesh that seemed to grow from the metal. As he stood up, still dazed, Simmons realized that he had his right leg again. When he looked down, he saw that a large carapaced leg had grown, replacing the one eaten away by the Guardian's acid. Reaching down to touch this disturbing new appendage, Simmons realized that his hands had changed as well. His fingers had elongated into tentacles, and a tan carapace covered his hand as well. Suddenly, the woman spoke again within Simmons' mind, "Come outside. Meet your brethren."
Simmons stepped outside of the command center and onto the flourishing Creep. As he looked from insectoid to insectoid, Simmons was surprised that, somehow, he was able to name each and every Zerg type. Dozens of Zerglings were running back and forth, patrolling the outskirts of the biological carpet. Lurker eggs were pulsing, their inhabitants sleeping and changing. Mutalisks flew circles around the hive, ever-vigilant for approaching enemies. Drones were harvesting and returning Minerals or Vespene. Simmons looked around at the beauty of the organic city upon which he stood, the Creep defining a clear boarder. Each organic structure was pulsing to the tune of its inhabitants. Suddenly, a drone hovered over to him and gave him a nudge. As he stepped aside, the drone began to shed its exoskeleton, revealing a layer of membrane/skin. Slowly, the membrane began to expand until it came in contact with the Creep. The membrane paused its expansion as it pushed its way into the Creep. Then, large air tubes began to push through the membrane and began to expel excess gasses. Simmons watched in silent rapture as the membrane grew bigger and bigger. When the membrane was about half the size of a supply depot, it split open. Membrane flew everywhere as the Creep Colony finished its growth.
Suddenly, a shell slammed into the newly constructed Creep Colony, blowing off a huge chunk of flesh, and creating a shockwave that speared Simmons onto a broken pipe jutting out of the Infested Command Center. Blood oozed out of both the Creep Colony and Simmons, but their wounds were already beginning to coagulate. Simmons pushed himself off the pipe, not feeling any pain that would have come from getting one's lungs skewered. The Zerglings started to run towards the Arclite Seige-Tank stationed on top of the cliff. Simmons tried to follow the small dog-like creatures, but his wounds mad it difficult to move without bleeding profusely. A Hunter-Killer slithered past him, throwing only a slight glance. Simmons felt that the creature wanted him to stay behind, although the Hydralisk neither tried to stop him, nor did it change its expression. When an Ultralisk stomped past, Simmons was sure he felt a message telling him to stay back. As more and more Zerg troops rushed past, Simmons felt that he was somehow linked with every one of them. Eventually only a couple of Lurkers, a swarm of Drones, and a few Overlords were left on the Creep.
Sounds of gunfire erupted from the top of the cliff. Simmons felt the glory and rage as the Zerg troops swarmed over the Terran attackers. The sensation was overwhelming; it felt as though he was fighting a battle by himself. Halfway into the skirmish, Simmons' radio communicator began to sound.
"Zerg Hive… Need air support…Overwhelmed."
"Roger that, we're sending in the BCs."
"The other Zerg," thought Simmons, "They'll be crushed."
"Do not worry small one," responded a voice inside Simmons' head. "We are many, they are few."
"Who are you," thought Simmons.
"Above," replied the voice.
Simmons looked above himself and saw an Overlord hovering above him. "Was that you," Simmons thought/spoke.
"Yes, it was," replied the Overlord.
The unexpected feeling of panic washed over Simmons causing him to turn once more towards the cliff. Four huge capital ships had descended over the battle-field, their lasers causing massive casualties to the Zerg forces.
"Look behind you small one," the Overlord said once more.
Simmons turned and saw 50 Scourges take wing from their eggs. Immediately after reaching proper altitude, the Scourges began to fly towards the Battle Cruisers. Although they were blind, the Overlords guided each flier into the hull of a Battle Cruiser. The day grew brighter as each Scourge turned into plasma, creating a light brighter than the sun. Within seconds, the four Battle Cruisers had sustained critical damage, and were falling towards the surface. With their air support gone, the Siege Tank and Marines quickly fell before the Zerg's swarming attacks. The feeling of the kill rushed over Simmons again and again until the last Terran died. The Zerg insectoids then ran towards the crashed Battle Cruisers to kill any survivors. As the smoke cleared from the crashed ships, the Zerg warriors ran/slithered back towards the hive, victorious.