The Queen had a chamber all to herself. Her wings laid back and a dozen white elongated eggs laid around her as she chomped down on the food brought by her workers.

I slipped around her, to get out of the stream of kanegs moving in and out, and drew the handle of my new blade.

Here goes nothing, I thought. Lour.

My blade formed, luckily more quietly than a lightsaber, and noted that while it seemed to give me light, none of the kanegs responded.

I knew I'd have to get out of here the moment I killed the queen, but I felt uneasy leaving these eggs. I know...