bugmenhighcommand

[bugmenhighcommand]

As this message is broadcasted the High Command is attempting to reach your Terran government in order to allow shipments of supplies. Failing this we plan to contact smugglers, your local ones to be specific, to ship the supplies. We don’t have everything you require, our differing anatomy means we lack the supplies to stitch back together your soft forms, and our rations are based on gelatinous bug mixtures. However we do have a form of pressed Maggo Worm bar that has everything a soldier could need that won’t freeze and patches for your suit. Prosthetics are available as well, we believe Workers prosthetic arms can be retrofitted onto a human. Although they lack similiar digits, workers have a hand consisting of four digits in a circular pattern, there not built for combat, but we have faith your race can find a way.

[bugmenhighcommand]

Threnglemog The Celestial Slug we invoke your name so we may commune with your mother spirit. Threnglemog we do so to ask of you a gift for our Terran siblings across the galaxy. Threnglemog may you look down on those on Europa and in your great warm folds we beg of you to hold their dead. You whose great slime painted the heavens and whose droppings littered it with life, we want the brave soldiers on Europa to feel warmth one last time. Untill despair, anguish and unheard whispers lost on seas of red froth fill your heart to its breaking point, please take the Terran dead like a Broodwarden gently lifting a Grub from its egg. Bestow upon our neighbors a last loving embrace under the uncaring eye of Jove.

[bugmenhighcommand]

High Command has a thrilling announcement for Terran's. With our Durakeratin reinforced synthihabs we can replicate the perfect atmosphere wherever we colonise. where do you come into this dear reader? Our antennae operators speak of how you brag about the rough conditions you survive on a daily basis, and how little you get in return. So why don’t you work for us? After you lay down the groundwork on a chosen planet you will be provided with your own land within the synthihab that you helped build! As a world of our invincible insectoid empire you will be fully under the might of our indomitable armies. So why would you fight with a stranger over an ice cave when you could be fighting with your family over the last cube of Maggojell?

[bugmenhighcommand]

We at High Command are really concerned for our antennae operators right now, they’re on duty listening to ongoing events. Everytime I see them their antennae are hanging limply and their wings are swishing loosely. I stopped to chat with one over Buzzfly Juice and they talked to me about the trenches never ending like the war, how soldiers would go mad and try to burrow to the surface with their hands clawing them into stumps against the ceiling. What’s the reasoning behind all this misery? what prize could possibly be worth this?

[bugmenhighcommand]

What in the name of the War Slug Threnglemog is going on in the Terran system. We’ve been intercepting the oddest distress signals for a week now. What’s all this talk about ice trenches and warmies? Why are we even asking, these are the same idiots who thought nuking mars would create a livable atmosphere. Whatever the answer is I’m sure it would be funny were Terrans not such destructive creatures.