The Soldiers flew. Gliders made, stolen from the enemy. A present a concept not normal to them. And yet we would still win. The soldiers would become like us, then they would join us. Like I had joined them.

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She Who Remembered Them remembered how Ur-Im had once been. She had his pod, but resting in the pods of others did nothing good for him. And the enemy saw themselves as most capable of truth and communication, it was a mistake using their shards.

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The soldiers flew carrying not to see. It did not matter, they covered the ground with a fine dust. a poison. It would kill their kind, but with what was done to them it did not matter one of them split off, escaping flying better faster. They continued on their path. It was their mission. Their role.

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I could not let this form of murder go on. It was not right, I could not kill my kind this way. But in my escape, I got entangled in string. A net to our armored pods.

We did not notice.

We had not been told.

A trap for those like me.

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We reached the point the enemy rested, some awoke to charge us. And we left to them those we had captured. They were beyond mercy. They knew what they did. And when they reached to save their allies, they released the packages they needed. And the poison was revealed to be something else entirely. Sustenance but not twisted with death. At least not until it reacted to the second package.

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She remembered war. What was done, what needed to be done. The soldiers could not be left awake. But the poison would decompose, it was temporary, but they did not know that.

And they did not hesitate, they did not think. They were as the enemy despised. But they were as they were by choice. Giving up on most of their pods. Carrying not for themselves for their sorrow. Their losses.

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She remembered war, so they would not have to.

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The enemy was quick they kept them at a distance, but He Who Forgot War, knew one thing. They would not be allowed to survive he grasped the strings given to him, pulling himself closer, not just a glider dependent on existing vibrations. But something else, something greater. The reaction of what he carried drove himself further, and as he burned away, reaching the center of his enemies. His body was consumed in the reaction. Magnifying it.

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They were many who charged us. The young, and their soldiers. And yet their understanding of the methods was immense. The cost of this conflict too great. And so we must leave. And tell the others. The sunken pod has allies from elsewhere.

They used materials they should not have. They must be in contact with at least one of the Giant-Overpods.

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He Who Knows War had known weapons. Tools that would have served them earlier. They were used to chase away many the enemies. And acquire many spoils. But he still remembered the others. Was their sacrifice in vain? Why did the war last so long if they could win so quickly?

He returned to his pod in the end. But the others also kept some memories. And he did not forget.

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And she remembered war. But there were others that did. They Who Remembered War had only one she. And she too had to sleep, and They Who Knew War knew. War did not end with one rout, and even if an enemy was no longer there... The war was not over.

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And yet the hive was settling down. There would be peace, there would be calm, there would be efficiency. There was no one to see.

Zur was alone. Zim, who was more than he thought. had completed tasks and was in stupor. Wur, who shared her flight in peacetimes, was injured and resting. She Who remembered him among others was awake. But she did not see.

Yet Zur was given gifts. Shards, Gratitude. And form She Who Remembered a request. Remeber living, and being. And share these memories so that others will not be lost to war.

But Zur knew not what he was. And not knowing what he was he could not live. Then Zur remembered that Zur was meant to be a she. And she would remember the accomplishments of peacetime. And keep the living fed. At least until someone more accomplished awoke to do so.