ORIGIN

She was right, of course. Vindicator was a Drone and all Drones should understand this one purpose, to serve Mother and lead all roads to Her embrace. Perhaps it should talk to Her instead, but there was a part of the drone that was unwilling to open its insecurities to her, even though it knew she could probably already feel them. It felt like betrayal.

"Yes, thou art right. It is a most grievous cruelty, that they cannot all be ushered into this world as we have, united with the One, loved and protected from thy first moments. I shalt endeavor to do all within mine power to show it the way. Perchance, should Fortune favor me, it may someday discover its destined course hither." It paused and then it gave the smallest of bows, both gratitude through their linked minds, and this gesture as a finality.

"I extend my deepest gratitude to thee, dear sister. Is there aught that the Vindicator may undertake as recompense for lending an ear to such a plight?"

The Vindicator was quiet for a time, thinking. It could feel Alcina's disappointment in herself, the frustration of weakness and the angel did not think it fair. To the Vindicator, Alcina was a powerhouse, a warbeast, a being of muscle and claws and the fury of Mother and the Hive at her beck and call. But it could understand feeling underwhelmed with oneself. Wishing they could be more - it often felt similar.

It was no soldier or tank, not a fighter or even strong in the slightest. And even its own magical prowess sometimes disappointed it. How could I be useful to Mother? It sympathized with Alcina. It would do what it could to help.

"My sorrows that thou think of thyself in this way, sister. I harbor no thoughts of thy weakness, yet I dost comprehend thy plight. Might I offer mine services as a sparring companion, though perhaps less traditional than Juggernaut or Ace, yet I can show thee...the strength that doth reside within thyself." It reached forward and placed its spindly fingers upon her shoulder again, and this time it was magic that flowed from it to her - the strength of Order, bolstering, strengthening, reminding her that she was never alone. If she thought herself weak, the Hive would be there to hold her up, to pour the strength back into her limbs.

It heard its reservations, and was mildly ashamed to agree. It was not fit to be a sparring partner. That was not its purpose - it had been made fragile and delicate, so unlike the beasts of war She had made in previous cycles. It was made for connection, not destruction. But it would not leave Alcina to settle this for herself. An idea came to its mind, then. They were stronger together, not against one another.

"Perhaps we shall discover thee a most fitting combatant - two, to test thine strength. I shall remain in thy rear, for we doth possess greater might united, not apart. I shall bestow upon thee the strength of the Hive and Order, that thou mayest achieve victory." It offered this idea, with a mental visual of what it envisioned. Alcina, fighting off two powerful gembound on her own, but glowing with the strength of the One, the Vindicator behind, blessing her with its own magical strength.