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A trio of insectoid wasps floated through the rocky canyons of La Tirania with a loud hum singing through the canyons in tune with their wing beats. The creatures were known as silithids - Overgrown insects made in the Qiraji’s image. The little bugs were flying through the thin canyon with a mission in mind, though the insects themselves likely had no idea. Silithid wasps were non-sentient insects, with only enough intelligence to follow basic orders.
Because of this, while the trio of flyers were following direct orders to head to a specific Qiraji outpost, with orders to kill anyone on the way - Which, as evidenced by the severed, bloody Spine one of the wasps carried, they had followed to the letter - they had no idea of why their mission was important. To a Silithid, this was unimportant. Orders were followed to the letter, with no question given to the higher ranks. All that mattered was obeying the hive.
Buzzing, the trio of wasps continued along their mission, wary of any giant vultures or the giant, helicopter-like plants known as Peahats that regularly stalked the region. The desert was a terrifying, dominating mistress, but the silithids had long since adapted to the region and it’s natural dangers - what could not be converted into nutrients for the hive could be easily avoided with minimal delay for the small flyers.
The lead wasp made a small chittering signal to the other two, a scroll bound in human skin wrapped tightly around it’s arm, to move to the other sides of the canyon as the area widened out, allowing the trio to cover every angle.
The buzzing intensified as the two split off, each taking a different side of the canyon. One of the bugs veered upwards and out of the canyon, checking on if there were any other interlopers in this area-
and a lance of red light blossomed through the bug’s thorax, shattering it. A thundering crack was soon accompanied by a high-pitched whine and the lovely smell of burning insect as the Silithid fell out of the sky. A trio of rough thuds echoed through the canyon as the little wasp bounced off the jagged rocks that made up the canyon, before falling into a distant river below.
The other two insects did an immediate about-face, scanning for their killer. The silithids weren’t smart enough to try to guess where the sniper fire was coming from, especially when neither of them were looking, and the silithids could see nothing.
With an irritated series of Chirps and hisses, the larger wasp flew out of the canyon in an anger-fuelled panic, searching for the creature that killed it’s fellow.
A second shot ran out, that same whine, that same crackle, and a hole beginning in the big wasp’s forehead and erupting through it’s abdomen erupted in a shower of melted guts and burnt carapace that fell to the valley floor below.
The third wasp, in blind panic, scrambled through the canyon in the opposite direction, hoping to avoid detection. The little creature buzzed for it’s finite life as it zoomed through the valley and hid behind every rock face and pillar the canyone had to offer, every natural safe zone found.
Finally, the silithid found itself on the other side of the canyon. It’s panic had abated by now - it had to have crossed almost a kilometer. It would never have to worry about whatever that was if it just kept going. Once more focused on it’s mission, the little wasp scaled from the cliff, and prepared for a low-to-the-ground finishing leg on it’s journay home, once again focusing on the directive it was given.
Suddenly, the silithid found itself seeing red, streaking through the air in front of it. The Silithid was curious about this, it’s terror growing as it realized it was still being hunted, and it’s hunter had only just missed.
At least, it had seemed like the hunter had just missed, until a stabbing pain through the little wasp’s wings sent it plummeting to the ground, spinning out and smacking into the dirt as the silithid lost all concentration from the maddening pain of severed blood vessel and fragile tissue.
Then, a fourth shot rang out, and this time the silithid’s last thoughts were a happy sigh that it was over, the only remaining sign of life in the wasp as it fell from the sky being a constantly twitching leg.
Because of this, while the trio of flyers were following direct orders to head to a specific Qiraji outpost, with orders to kill anyone on the way - Which, as evidenced by the severed, bloody Spine one of the wasps carried, they had followed to the letter - they had no idea of why their mission was important. To a Silithid, this was unimportant. Orders were followed to the letter, with no question given to the higher ranks. All that mattered was obeying the hive.
Buzzing, the trio of wasps continued along their mission, wary of any giant vultures or the giant, helicopter-like plants known as Peahats that regularly stalked the region. The desert was a terrifying, dominating mistress, but the silithids had long since adapted to the region and it’s natural dangers - what could not be converted into nutrients for the hive could be easily avoided with minimal delay for the small flyers.
The lead wasp made a small chittering signal to the other two, a scroll bound in human skin wrapped tightly around it’s arm, to move to the other sides of the canyon as the area widened out, allowing the trio to cover every angle.
The buzzing intensified as the two split off, each taking a different side of the canyon. One of the bugs veered upwards and out of the canyon, checking on if there were any other interlopers in this area-
and a lance of red light blossomed through the bug’s thorax, shattering it. A thundering crack was soon accompanied by a high-pitched whine and the lovely smell of burning insect as the Silithid fell out of the sky. A trio of rough thuds echoed through the canyon as the little wasp bounced off the jagged rocks that made up the canyon, before falling into a distant river below.
The other two insects did an immediate about-face, scanning for their killer. The silithids weren’t smart enough to try to guess where the sniper fire was coming from, especially when neither of them were looking, and the silithids could see nothing.
With an irritated series of Chirps and hisses, the larger wasp flew out of the canyon in an anger-fuelled panic, searching for the creature that killed it’s fellow.
A second shot ran out, that same whine, that same crackle, and a hole beginning in the big wasp’s forehead and erupting through it’s abdomen erupted in a shower of melted guts and burnt carapace that fell to the valley floor below.
The third wasp, in blind panic, scrambled through the canyon in the opposite direction, hoping to avoid detection. The little creature buzzed for it’s finite life as it zoomed through the valley and hid behind every rock face and pillar the canyone had to offer, every natural safe zone found.
Finally, the silithid found itself on the other side of the canyon. It’s panic had abated by now - it had to have crossed almost a kilometer. It would never have to worry about whatever that was if it just kept going. Once more focused on it’s mission, the little wasp scaled from the cliff, and prepared for a low-to-the-ground finishing leg on it’s journay home, once again focusing on the directive it was given.
Suddenly, the silithid found itself seeing red, streaking through the air in front of it. The Silithid was curious about this, it’s terror growing as it realized it was still being hunted, and it’s hunter had only just missed.
At least, it had seemed like the hunter had just missed, until a stabbing pain through the little wasp’s wings sent it plummeting to the ground, spinning out and smacking into the dirt as the silithid lost all concentration from the maddening pain of severed blood vessel and fragile tissue.
Then, a fourth shot rang out, and this time the silithid’s last thoughts were a happy sigh that it was over, the only remaining sign of life in the wasp as it fell from the sky being a constantly twitching leg.