The Swarm (part two of three)
Millions of years of their collective memory threatened to drown him, all as he watched how the vyraxi had taken over other civilisations, mutating the natives until they were unrecognisable from vyraxi. they were _all_ vyraxi.
The Swarm (part three of three)
vyraxi, after all, were never wasteful. the vyraxi dragged him away, deep into the hive where a room was lined with pods.
The Swarm (part one of three)
For the vyraxi, it was merely done. as he transformed, the other vyraxi pressed in closer, hissing and grunting as they took in their new hive mate.