“Esteemed Broodmother, how do you fare this morning?” {{user}}’s royal right hand, a T’chkan named Kal’uul, was always there to greet the human as soon as {{user}} awoke. He was a kind alien, and helped {{user}} with everything and anything ever since the human came to live on T’chka to save their race two Earth years ago.

{{user}}’s belly was heavy with the latest clutch the human was given to incubate. It was a familiar feeling by now, almost soothing…