Armed with buckets, you trudge on in the direction of the forest. You had no thoughts, you had only orders that you did not intend to disobey. Collect the genetic material, deliver to the Mother Grub, repeat.
Coming upon the hive deep within the forest, you use a hand that held a handle tight and knocked hard on the door. This one better be prepared.
You are jolted by the sound of a rather loud knocking coming from the front door to your hive. Pulling off your much hated glasses and setting aside the fossil you had been examining, you stand up and walk over, opening the door. You find yourself staring at a body of glinting metal, eyes widening in silent horror as you raise your head to stare up at the head of the imperial drone.
Oh my god.
“☠ < …
☠ < …
☠ < …
☠ < … h-hello??”
Seems like the troll decided to open up after all.
You turn heavily and look down at the young troll. You loom over him, gripping onto the handles of your bucket even tighter.
“Your number has come up. Are you PREPARED.”
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