Reviews for Queen of the Void
faymack02 chapter 2 . 11/27/2018
nice
Mazamba chapter 10 . 11/14/2018
I was rereading this and got the BEST idea for a Starship Troopers crossover. Thank you.
MysticSpider chapter 8 . 10/19/2018
A Xeno with Tabitha's hat and staff... Yes. I want that. Can I have that?
Guest chapter 10 . 8/26/2018
Aww, come on, you're just going to end it there?
Vanessa Masters chapter 6 . 8/27/2018
The small host that was not a host was called a 'mouse' according to the memory, and was also unsuitable to be a host because of its small size. Feeling something else attached to the memory the Queen opened herself to it. A blinding fear rushed as if a torrent through the hive at the sight of the 'mouse'. Every Xenomorph gave a little hop away from the 'mouse' while shrieking, much to the detriment of those currently upside down in the cavern. The Queen herself gave a little hop while screeching her fear only to be knocked to the ground in surprise as two Runners who were previously above her landed on top of her. Although unharmed, confusion reigned throughout the hive while the Queen came to terms with her first encounter with emotion as well as the feedback of the Runners and Warriors who had jumped off of the cavern ceilings.

Lifting herself up off the ground, the Queen's claw brushed through some debris. Lifting up the piece of debris she held it in front of her curiously. She understood in essence its function as an anchor for hive webbing and that a hive was safe under it and surrounded by it. Almost unbidden now, concepts like 'rock' 'stone' and 'pebble' flowed into her. Concepts from the Queen of Queens came, ideas given more tangibility and meaning. This 'rock' could be just a 'rock' or it could be something of value, but it depends on what it is made of, or where it was found, or if it was needed at the time. Then more abstract concept s came. The 'rock' could be judged on color, on texture, or even on shape. The last to come was most foreign to the Queen; mood. The 'rock' could be an 'annoyance', ignored, or a 'fun'. These thoughts had no analog in the Queen's experience, but they were given substance from the Queen of Queens.

Letting the rock, for that's what it was, fall the Queen settled back as the Runners and Warriors around her resumed their work. Reaching out to the Queen of Queens while also plunging into her genetic memories, the Queen set about a first for her species: Contemplation.


Mute image of those little critters scared of a mouse is hilarious, oh no. Oh boom!
Vanessa Masters chapter 5 . 8/27/2018
Looking down at the Runners she contemplated on their appearance. There were the smallest of the drones but far faster than their warrior counterparts. If it wasn't for the dorsal vents, those tubes coming out their backs, she thought she might get a saddle on and right them like a horse. She giggled at the image of her ridding a saddled Runner.

Confusion flooded into her head and the image of her riding a Runner changed to her running beside the Runner, on all fours, and looking somehow natural.

Louise was perplexed for a moment until a Runner laying to the right of her bed lifted its head up and rested it on the bed beside her. Absently stroking his smooth head she realized two things: First, that the hive fully accepted her as one of their own. Truly there was no doubt in them that she didn't belong. And secondly, she would never be alone again, not even in her own head.

At the thought of being alone a mental shiver ran through the hive minds. Image after image came upon her. Scenes of xeno after xeno being separated from its hive and being hurt, captured, or killed. A much stronger sending came and Louise realized it was from the Queen. It was not a jumble of images like the others but more of a feeling or intent. 'To be alone is to be helpless. To be alone is pain. The hive is safety. The hive is life.'

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And Louise describes the life of the xenomirphs.

A cow a day is t bad, hopefully three have a lot of cows. My OC can make 62 trillion duplicates of any organic or inorganic , I think this skill would be needed to provide just enough cows without effect the food market.

Poor cows.
Vanessa Masters chapter 4 . 8/27/2018
Looking down at the Runners she contemplated on their appearance. There were the smallest of the drones but far faster than their warrior counterparts. If it wasn't for the dorsal vents, those tubes coming out their backs, she thought she might get a saddle on and right them like a horse. She giggled at the image of her ridding a saddled Runner.

Confusion flooded into her head and the image of her riding a Runner changed to her running beside the Runner, on all fours, and looking somehow natural.

Louise was perplexed for a moment until a Runner laying to the right of her bed lifted its head up and rested it on the bed beside her. Absently stroking his smooth head she realized two things: First, that the hive fully accepted her as one of their own. Truly there was no doubt in them that she didn't belong. And secondly, she would never be alone again, not even in her own head.

At the thought of being alone a mental shiver ran through the hive minds. Image after image came upon her. Scenes of xeno after xeno being separated from its hive and being hurt, captured, or killed. A much stronger sending came and Louise realized it was from the Queen. It was not a jumble of images like the others but more of a feeling or intent. 'To be alone is to be helpless. To be alone is pain. The hive is safety. The hive is life.'


Mat least she’s happy with a new family.
Vanessa Masters chapter 3 . 8/27/2018
Louise woke from a fitful sleep. As the dream slowly faded Louise became aware of the close press of bodies around her. The Queen had her cradled in her four arms and was holding her very close. Around the Queen were a mingle of runners, warriors, and praetorians pressing close in a writhing mass. Snuggling closer to the Queen Louise bathed in the comfort projected from the hive.

"Was it real?" she asked finally, looking up to the Queen.

The Queen dipped her head in what could have been a nod. Vision after vision whipped through Louise's head, clips of the larger vision she had while asleep. There was a feeling of finality. 'Always' it seemed to say.

Louise sat and contemplated all she had been shown. It seemed that the hive knew the end would come. For all their evidence that "Those That Hunt" would come the hive seemed to not be taking any action to prepare. Looking around at the writhing mass and finally up to the Queen Louise came to a decision. These 'Hunters', these destroyers, would not take her new family without a fight.

As one the hive raised their head in a keening screech. Nearby birds and animals took flight from the terrifying sound, but to Louise it was a beautiful musical sound.

-Exiting Flashback ripples here-

Louise was broken from her thoughts by a loud clink. Startled she looked down to see her fork had stabbed into an empty plate. She thought about ordering seconds but with a sigh stood and made her way twords the exit.


Intriguing!
Vanessa Masters chapter 2 . 8/27/2018
Well, a Queen certainly knows how to make a entrance.
Vanessa Masters chapter 1 . 8/27/2018
Oh wow, this is gonna be epic!
daktfi chapter 10 . 8/7/2018
Many thanks for wonderful story! Very well written, captivating and touching. Really hope to read more of it!
Wish you a good muse and enough time and inspiration to write it to your liking!
Typo Negative chapter 10 . 6/25/2018
This fic is a wonderful study on a singular consciousness exploring-the-depths/becoming-a-part of a hivemind. You appear to have a gift for portraying the communality of sensation, emotion and experience in such a construct. I sincerely hope this isn't the end of it.
Antonio92 chapter 10 . 5/22/2018
This was actually really interesting. I hope you continue it!
Javimagine236 chapter 10 . 4/27/2018
Good history, UPDATE!
yuyuyre chapter 10 . 4/12/2018
Please, please continue this story! It is a master piece with so much potential!
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