1Yes my queen » I emerge from my egg. The cool breeze blowing againstmy face. I open my eyes. I'm a face hugger. I stare at mother and know my destiny just by a glance. I'm the lowest rank. We live to die. We dare born to birth soilders. If it's what my queen wants...then it's what I want. I jump like a panther onto the ground. I feel so alive. Fast as lighting and stealthy as the shadows. With a