Without a doubt the stuff of nightmares: A lesser strain mother, the largest rogue drone I have seen thus far. The battleship-sized defenders seemed so tiny next to her. She must have been the size of a carrier! And she really wasn’t happy we ravaged her hive.
An hour or two before the mother’s demise Heyna and I set off to sweep through a neighboring region in search of signatures. Having wasted quite a bit of time on an elusive signature that turned out to be a wormhole we stumbled upon a drone hive that the DED database rated as a 5/10. Realizing we would condemn our crews to an early grave we called for help and got ourselves some proper reinforcements in the form of Whittenoom, Rathnon and Plumb. Now the odds were properly leveled.
The situation seemed an easy one but from experience I knew it would not stay like this. The first and second pocket were quickly dealt with and nothing went to waste as we loaded our holds full of alloys and salvage. But then the swarms became larger and stronger. As we went on we were joined by Inara, Mortis, Vincent, and an associate of Celia. Rejoicing over the valuable spoils we eventually reached the core of the complex. The structure present here was the size of a large station and had more than one of us gasp in awe. And in the far end one angry mother stared back at us as she commanded her defenders to deal with us.
Structure
Hive mother
Being down two drones I had lost in the previous pockets I did my best to not get caught while steering them at the broadcasted targets. Zooming in on the hive mother I could have sworn my camera drones quivered just a moment at the sight of her. She was stationary, grown intertwined with the structure and the tentacle-like arms pulled at Inara’s ship in an attempt to slow her down. A futile attempt however as our focused fire slowly overcame her ability to regenerate.
Now to make the bill of exactly how much worth in minerals that yielded. I know just the buyer for them already.
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