Chrysalis

The Colony rapidly became a formidable fighting force once they had gained sapience. Under the leadership of the Eldest, who stamped out some of the more self-destructive ant impulses quickly, a doctrine of safety first, conservative generalship was settled as the norm.

Using our natural affinity for digging and construction, defensive battle styles in which we were able to grind down our enemies and preserve our numbers were adopted. Siege warfare utilised a similar approach, with armies of ants building enormous structures from which to launch assaults in safety.

In pitch battle, however, we relied on our superiority of numbers and the quality of our troops to win the day.

Everything changed with the emergence of Solant. Adaptive tactics, deception, lightning-fast assaults on fortified defensive positions, in the area of attack, specifically, she brought something the Colony had never even considered before.

And just in time.

- Excerpt from ‘The Warfare of the Colony” by Historiant.

It turns out that Solant’s plan wasn’t actually that difficult to grasp, certainly not my role within it. I’d told her that the reason the monsters spawned by the wave attack the nest is because they could sense what an enormous and juicy pile of resources we are. The reason we don’t close off the nest as much as possible is to accelerate our growth.

So she figured she’d replicate the strategy in miniature. She plopped an irresistibly tasty treat on the table in front of the monsters (me), and when they inevitably swarmed me, desperate to crack my outer shell and enjoy the tasty insides, they’d been even easier pickings for the rest of the ants than normal.

rotations. Even that was relatively simple to grasp: she wanted to rotate the

coordinates carefully, it’s possible. She succeeded by having everyone form four identical ranks layered one behind the other and doing a neat sidestep/overstep move, where one group stepped to the side to make space and then back, while the ranks

champion, ants are drawn to follow her, believing in her and trusting she can lead them almost instinctively. The other part is her unique outlook, evolutionary choices and skillset. With her view of the battlefield, she can see problems before they

use the same strategy, but this time, I try to keep my wits about me rather than turtling up into a miserable ball. With my antennae carefully positioned, I listen in on the exchanges between the ants as the fighting rages

ceaselessly communicates with her troops, identifying dangers, picking up on anyone out of position, micro-managing the ants behind her to ensure they’re

all rolled into one. She has the

her own squad is vastly less than it is for everyone else. I’m guessing that despite not being together for that long, all things considered, after training and fighting together, they’ve already adapted to her way of doing things and can anticipate what she wants or how she

insight to what her eventual army will look like: an entire fighting force who thinks like she does. This would dramatically reduce the amount of time and energy she

few ants to speak with. I’m not going to pretend I’m smart enough to know if her ideas are working well or not, I mean, it seems

second?” I ask the healer in charge of

“No.”

make some

“No.”