The Queen of Hives

I write this letter and send it back across the Empyrean for exactly one purpose; to impress upon you two concepts that I have seen during my campaign.

The first is that one must be decisive while fighting the Queen of Hives. Even between engagements I saw those chittering insects change. I suppose "adapt" would be the better term. More apt. Destroy whatever force is out there before they develop armor that your bullets can't pass through, then flesh that doesn't even bruise, and then gods forbid something that resembles our soldiers

The second is that the only reason I haven't been driven from the field is that there seem to be half a dozen 'hives' on this rock. You'd think that would mean we'd be completely outnumbered, and I assure you we are. Yet, these insects seemed to trip over themselves to be in the way of the others. Their charges collide with each other before they ever make it to our lines.

The beasts similar in stature to our engines of war will turn away from my men to fight with each other, dealing serious and often mortal wounds in their scraps.

I cannot, for the life of me, determine what the dividing line that is clearly between this sea of chitin and teeth, but I am certain it is there. If only I could see it and thus exploit it...

As with all of the Outer Gods, the Queen of Hives is a largely singular being of some divinity. While she has not managed to create anything that resembles a society that even could worship her if they so wished, she has managed to create an ecosystem of ravenous insect-like creatures that are even able to traverse the Empyrean, and because of that, spread across the unlivable rock and stone that floats out there.

While pretty much all forces in the myriad worlds, if they are not directly aligned with the Queen of Hives, of course, will go out of their way to destroy the hives of the Queen's insects, expending great amounts of men and resources to do so. Better than allowing them to attack an inhabited world, I suppose.