Chrysalis

In times of war, or great peril, many things are put aside. Morality, order, law, hierarchy, respect, such things are often cast away in order to ensure the one thing that matters most to a sapient creature: survival.

We are not that way. Our mission is sacrosanct. Our law is woven into the very fibre of our beings. There is no life, without the mission, there is no future, without mission and there will never be a present, without the mission.

Though the world should burn around us, we continue to serve.

- Excerpt from the ‘Dedications of the Nameless’

The nameless one executed the eight-fold genuflection and stepped within the Sanctum of Sleep.

To be embraced by the pure darkness was like being held close by the Colony itself. It was home. Guided by scent alone, she manoeuvred through the narrow and twisted corridors until she found who she was looking for.

The Acolytes, still as a sleeping ant, stood in a loose circle around a dim light sunk into the ground. There, they kept their vigil until the second eight of the day had passed.

The nameless one approached and genuflected once more. The Acolyte to her left, the Acolyte of Shadows, signed subtly, and so she approached.

The Eldest rests, the Acolyte began the ritual greeting.

Eight hours a day, the nameless one replied.

are

of the waking

battlefield is limited, and thus they escape our wrath and righteous cleansing. They do not sleep, their carapaces remain unwaxed,

cannot be allowed to stand. Give me the order, and I will hunt down those who spit acid in the

by your anger. Put it

her anger down and sought the icy calm that served her so well in her long service to

signed, but the Acolyte waved it

is nothing, we are all on edge at such rampant and widespread heresy. There are simply too many, and we too few. We will take those we

I hear and obey.

for lack

luxurious rest and relaxation before this day is

This is well.

set out through the dark tunnels once again. Narrow passages and secret pathways that wound throughout the great fortress

had delivered. Those scouts now rested in the cells, their blatant violation of the Eight put to rights. There was satisfaction in that knowledge, a quiet joy that warmed the nameless one from the inside.

the Eldest at every turn. It

help relieve her frustration, and cleanse her heart of this rage. She was a creature of the shadows. Patience and cold,

as she entered the grand resting chamber. I hope your work has

massive room, carved deep into the floor, waited the wheel, separated into eight segments.

onto the wheel. She needed this rest, as did they all. Service to the mission was always