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I was there when things went wrong. I suppose I must be the eldest of us surviving our holocaust, so lets begin my story at the Beginning.

A Long time ago, we existed as what you would call a multi-plane species. The world we inhabited when we came here as part of our breeding migration was what is known as a Class 2 world, where the apex species known as the Nurrati and we co-evolved in peace. We joined with the Nurrati once in a millenia, and we peacefully coexisted with them as they fed us their mental energies, hopes, and dreams. We in return gave them sharpness of mind, and longevity beyond what their biology allowed. When we used them as a nest, we shared our Psionic powers for mutual benefit, making them shamans in the eyes of their people.

It was to our horror when upon our next spawning, when we looked for our other selves, the Nurrati were gone, eradicated in the millenia past by a invasive spacefaring species who colonized the world in a genocidial bloodbath.

Of course, this also meant our own doom, unless a suitable species could be found to replace the fallen Nurrati. We tried to communicate with the newcomers, a Humanoid tauric species called the Tyr'ri. Upon us being found, as we were incorperal beings without a host, instead of searching for the solution for the issue they caused us, the Tyr'ri set up spacial fields to keep us out, leaving us to inhabit and alter the lesser beasts of the world, the flawed and weak minded beings they were.

With these lesser vessels, our females started to starve and die, much to the joy of the Tyr'ri who had yet not found a way to kill us outright, and without a suitable nest, the females lacked the power to travel back to our realm.

Our species are dual gendered, and with time we shift between the two, so as we watched a entire generation of females die, sorrowing greatly, we also knew every one of us would do so in time. So, we returned to the void, and made plans, and so, the first war of our history was started against the Galactic Federation, a millenia before this universe knew of it. And to quote a human, they who have nothing to lose are the most dangerous opponent.

We lacked pretty much everything when it came to technology, but being mental parasites of sorts we did have the ability to take and alter the ideas and memories of other beings, and we instituted raids for plans and ideas, and soon found a way to grow structures that would transfer to this universe, and arm them with weapons that attacked the minds of our enemies, as well as some nasty surprises, like creating voids to eat into starship hulls, or absorb enemy weapon discharges, sending the matter and energy back into our universe to be made into further ships.

When a Milenia had past, and those of us who had became females were ready, we struck out into the galaxy, hoping to peacefully be allowed to search for suitable nests, but oh so willing to pay in blood for our comrades deaths.

Our search did not even get offworld, as the Tyr'ri had long since made the planet into one of the core systems of the Federation, even moving the entire damm planet into the Tyr'ri's home system. Our world had been at first colonized, then entirely planet jacked, as we looked up into a Alien star's light. It is true, we did not fire the first shot as a glorious fleet of our transports a millenia in the making warped into space around what used to be our planet. But we did fire the last one despite the Tyr'ri's home system being considered a impenetrable fortress by their rekoning.

The first war was not of our choosing, but once it had started, the galaxy burned with our rage, even as the Females starved, then died once more. We lost some due to the fighting, of course, but in not finding a nest species so we could exist, we once again departed, weakened in numbers, but not in resolve.

So began the cycle of wars, with us gaining the ability to fight with fewer numbers and remain victorious as our tactics and technology advanced, balanced with the losses with each unsuccessful spawning. We were winning, but it was a Pyrric victory as we truly learned to hate our opponents, who experimented on our dead, using them as beacons to lure us into traps, as we felt the matter each of us have, dead or no. To see a beautiful maiden being in pain, tortured, and starving as well, made our tenticles whirr in rage. We had all but forgotten the main goal of finding a species to coexist with, but the enemy had not.

The enemy modified one of the Primitave species with some of the matter of our universe. And collected every corpse of our people they could find to make the perfect trap. These hominids were modified, and experimented on extensively by our enemies to become what the humans call a "Roach Motel" for us. And upon spawning once again, it proved irrestable for us. Our females, and then males too settled into these Hominids souls and ate, truly at peace for the first time in Millenia only to find out the true horror. We were trapped! Isolated, rendered powerless and unable to spawn as well. A few like me were able to escape back to our universe, but the war was over. We had lost.

So, began the 5 millenia of our resistance, as the only way to end our entrapment was to destroy the trap. The Hominids, called Humans believed us spirits, or ghosts, or sometimes invented whole religions when we tried to contact them. But we the trap was just too good. So, we struck the Humans with the weapons we had, we gave them Cancer, we shortened their lives, created plagues, we altered their DNA to cripple them, and drive them mad. Anything to change them just enough to not be the attractant to us they were, or to self genocide, freeing us in the process. Meanwhile, each millenia, we lost a fifth of us to the change to female, and then to either willing starvation, or joining with a human, and then lost to us and the universe.

This cycle, it was my turn. I felt the change, and knew the time had come. The eggs formed within me as I felt the compulsion our biology forced upon us grow. At first with horror, then with resignment to my fate, my war with not one universe, but two were ending. There were but a few dozen of us left of a whole species now. Not even enough to maintain what humans call Biological diversity, or even a wide range of conversation topics. We had been reduced to a single tribe, and now, I faced my death as we held eachother, and migrated to Earth for me at least, for the last time.

I materialized, only to find myself in the soul of a Human. I did not even get to pick which prison I inhabited, what it looked like, or even which sex it was! I shivered in fear, my swolen egg sack tightening as I felt around me, exploring my prison, and tasting my host's emotions. This was the first surprise, as instead of hate, or disgust, I felt only warmth and intrest in return for my having touched their equally curious mind, not at all like the Alien ones. I read through...his memories and met little resistance, learning things like human language and culture, which we always had to re-learn due partly to our attacks on them in the past disrupting their cultures.

He let me "See" thorugh his eyes where we were, which was a station which had been built for a purpose. Humanity was going to war. And looking through his memories, I was expected to play a part in this.

I recoiled, as the Humans had anticipated our coming! And was utterly shocked to find not only my remaining tribe were "captured" the same way I was, but also unharmed, and to my greater shock found many of my old companions, thought lost for millenia touching my mind briefly. Joy, shock, and longing raced through my soul as my biology responded to their presence. I fed on my host as more eggs were formed within me, and found he was actively searching for my tastes, that he was trying to feed me intentionally by watchng what he called media, which all the "Shamans" regularly took part in. As emotions are food to us, like humans, each of us has tastes to satisify, and mine currently ranged to the Romantic side, as my host and a date watched the media together, something called Zootopia.

I sent a thought to him, now able to think in modern English. "Can you hear me?" I felt the affirmation, but without words, but his date being a shaman as well, touched my mind, sending soothing impulses, showing me his former self, being one of the males who had spent 2 millenia here.

"Why? You have to know by now, we hurt you. Yet I can feel no malice in you. And furthermore, you welcome me, and hope that my species will thrive?" once again, the affirmative but sharper, as if the mind was adjusting to speaking without words. My counterpart answered for them "We did hurt them, but we had little choice. This was a trap for us, set by others." He whispered into my mind, as his tenticle touched me, being incorperal, it phased through me, and my Human too.

I thought about this, but the Human answered hesitingly this time "We'd have done the same thing" he said with increasing confidence "You are more like us, than different, despite the biology, and positively or negatively, your kind shaped us into what we are." I gave a mental nodd and answered "Why are you feeding me intentionally then? I can understand from your memories that you sought this, but why?"

My host answered "Simple, this is the first spawning of the Angels (what the humans called us) in many millenia, we have found out how to assist you, both in saving your species, and aiding our own common desires." I recoiled mentally at the emotional undertones, and dove back into his memories. Years our people had waged war on his people, inciting war between them, causing illness and deformity of body and mind. He knew it all, and then he held up a thought, the one that answered everything. Humanity was collectively pissed. They had been used, then abandoned as jailers to a innocent race, by a galaxy who did not ask, or compensate them for the trouble. The only thing keeping them from collectively "Losing their shit" was they remained unaware exactly why existance as a matter of policy hated them so, minus a few.

The white hot rage my own species felt upon finding the demise of our beloved Nurrati, was reflected right back at me. These people wanted to make every human alive a Shaman! For love, for revenge, and ultimately free us both from a destiny neither sought. My oviduct spasmed in joy, yes, I would not die, yes, I would see my children thrive for the first time in gods knew how long. And together, we would seek out those who did this, and just repayment would be sought. I sent a accepting thought to him, and together, we watched a Rabbit and Fox form a relationship as I settled into my living nest, forming connections of body and soul we would both need in the future, and reading a very interesting thought, hoping my nest did not mind a little red fur.