Top Secret: The Queen's Cataclysmic Threat
Humanity is deluded. We believe the xenoforms we're battling are nothing more than beasts driven by raw instinct. But that is a monumental fallacy—a towering arrogance.
Their hive possesses a crystalline apex. An absolute monarch that commands every single entity, manipulates planetary genetics to engineer bespoke legions, and then reigns over them supreme. We have dubbed it the Queen.
Simulation outcomes are despair incarnate. Should a Queen specimen sustain steady growth, a lone individual could obliterate an entire planet's ecosystem to perfection within a single week.
The Queen is a perambulating apocalypse, a predator that devours stars. Before her, no armament, no parley bears any weight.
If this entity fulfills its maturation and awakens... pray. If a god exists, beseech its mercy upon us. For that shall be humanity's one and only recourse.