They came like molten rain; tears of fire torn into the blanket of space.
An alien invasion, trillions... no, quadrillions in number. Each of them represented by a fiery star in the sky, watching him, examining him in ways he could not fathom.
How he must've looked to these creatures; a mortal man sewn into the skin of one of their own. And now this mortal was to convince them to join his cause.
But could he?
"Oh sacred unity, vessels of collective order," the woman announced, facing the sky. "I present to you, the voice of the void. Your chosen whisperer."
And from that came a tsunami of buzzing, shaking the fabric of reality.
Han's mind was overwhelmed by their response, by the quadrillions of different ideas trying to implant themselves into his mind, attempting to manipulate his neurons so that they may invoke the thoughts they carried.
