The Origins of the Swarm.

Aeons ago; the Prothen, Firstborn of Adru, spread across the Dagen Region and taught the tribal Notross the arts of war.  For a great blight was burning a path of destruction across the stars.  The blight was the Swarm.
The Swarm spread from Zarsus and burned a path of destruction to Dagen.  The Swarm encountered the Prothen and Notross, who fought off the insectoid monsters.  The Overmind, the supreme will of the Swarm, inflicted the Prothen with a terrible virus, that ate flesh and bone away to nothing.  Kalssenon, Hierarch Executor of the Prothen, devised a way, using psionics and technology, to put cybernetic implants in the remaining Prothen and Prothen eggs.  The sparse amount of Prothen withdrew to their ancestral homeworld of Arung Uni.  The Notross, after the devastating war with the Swarm, reverted back to their tribal ways, losing all technology and communication with the Prothen.  After centuries of primitive tribalism, the Prothen returned the knowledge of warp drives and ordered law to the Notross.  The wisest Prothen seers foretold that a fourth species would come from a far sector of the Dagan Region, and that their coming would herald the second coming and destruction of the Swarm.  Notross refused to accept that an outsider species could save the Prothen and Notross.  The two species fell out of communion with each other.  After the centuries, the Swarm turned to myth among the Notross, an alien invasion long ago defeated, no need to dwell on the past.  The Prothen on Arung Uni saw the signs: the return of Zarsus Prime in the night sky and the shadowing over of all adjacent stars.  The Swarm was rising yet again.

The Prometheus; Part 2.

Jason tentatively stepped forward, taser pointed forward.  The thing in the shadows stopped moving; waiting.  There was a moment of silence, no one moved.  Beads of sweat ran down Jason's forehead and into his eyes.  He reached up to wipe his eyes; but he heard a slight shift of feet in the shadows.  His whole body tensed and he instinctively pulled the trigger of his weapon.  A foot-long bolt of electricity erupted from the barrel of his taser; flying and hitting the thing lurking in the shadows.  The figure flew into the back wall with a loud clang of metal.  Jason turned on his wristlight and shone its blue beam of light on the figure.
It was a man, like Jason.  He was thin but wiry, shaggy black hair hung over his deep-set green eyes, he was dressed similar to Jason, but the stranger had bits of what looked liked armor, though it was bent and scratched.  The most dangerous thing about this man was the four-foot long curved sword in his hand.  The man lay on the ground, twitching from the taser bolt; after a minute he stopped moving.  Jason stepped toward the prone, maybe even dead, man.  He, Jason, threw himself to the ground; the curved sword sliced the air harmlessly where he had been just a second before.  The man was on his feet, sword ready, a feral hatred in his scowling eyes.  Jason, leaping up, took a step backward his taser pointed at the wild man's chest.  Jason spied a name emblazoned on this wild stranger's jumpsuit.
"Romulus, stand down!  I repeat; stand down!  It's ok, I won't shoot you again; see?"  Jason slowly lowered his taser.
Romulus stood still at first; staring at Jason.  Very slowly, his sword pointed toward the floor.  Jason breathed a sigh of relief.  That's when something pounced from behind; and everything went black.