I can feel the liquid sloshing around in the tank. I thought they killed me. Apparently not.
Memories flit through my stirring consciousness. Memories of my destructive acts, my brother's mass murder, even my dear old father, killing the natives on Xionus. We were supposed to decimate the alien populace.
More memories, those of the race itself, Insect like hominids, boasting a reptilian personality... cold, calculating, and with a primal intellect. We called them skinners, they call themselves the Crenzaat. The technology they possess out matches human tech, but humans have something they have yet to develop. Us. The Psions. Many humans who developed these abilities were placed into categories.
The Primal group was filled with the Pyrokinetics, Telekinetics, Somatics, etc. This group was