'Feed the larvae.' For a moment, Han's mind went back to his dream, to the squimish feel of worms digging into the pores of his skin, wriggling in his flesh so that it felt like maggots had infested the deepest parts of him.
This made him wonder. 'What exactly was he supposed to feed these things?' Surely the hive did not expect him to brood them within his body like some alien abomination.
However, he knew that this was not such a far-fetched idea.
After all, he was an alien abomination; what's to say that this was not the way of the Hive?
So for a few moments, he just stood there, fighting back even more vomit as those larvae crawled around the ground.
But even as he stared in disgust, his mind got to work. These larvae were most likely infant bees; natal warriors yet unraised that he would soon be able to add to his 'Hive'... his army.
