Prompts Divergence - OG Prologue?

Spoiler Warning: this has nothing to do with any kind of monster girl series you might be familiar with...
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Prompts Divergence
Prologue


We had just barely escaped the carnage. A "mad console", one of those rogue gestaltine ships, had arrived in Earth's orbit and spontaneously began attacking our military defenses. Against such a large and technologically superior foe, our forces were shredded relentlessly; the moon-sized spacecraft wrecked havoc with each and every ship we sent after it, shrugging off any assault that managed to make contact before outright vaporizing the sources... those were the lucky ones who lost their lives that day.

What happened to those less fortunate? To those who had made the grave error of approaching too close to the oversized biomachine? They were... consumed... literally devoured by the maw-like orifice at the front of the living construct; only the handful of colony freighters and escort warships that fled rather than fought were spared, but the gestaltine was hardly satisfied with eating it's fill of our ships. No, instead, it turned it's attention upon a much more favorable target.

Those who were even vaguely familiar with the nature of the gestaltines were expecting it, but not a single person was prepared for when the gargantuan ship descended upon the planet itself. Seconds felt like hours as every one of us watched as our home, our precious planet Earth, become little more than an extensive meal, the world's surface crumbling and tearing asunder beneath the voracious maw from space... and that's when we left. There was no point in spectating. Our home was doomed as soon as the cursed alien ship arrived.

And that was what I couldn't understand: why had we been so helpless? While the "mad consoles" were eminent threats, the gestaltines were otherwise friendly towards Earth and its humans. Well, at least the fervrians, the sentient ships' creators, were. The humanoid, chitin-covered aliens were a curious and docile race, and we had established very high relations with them, in turn acquiring the protection and (mediocre) trust of their gestaltines. Social standing had become so great that interspecies marriages had become a regular occurrence.

So why hadn't they protected us, or at the least made an effort to interfere? There had certainly been fervrian casualties, and that alone should have been reason enough for the gestaltine to come to our rescue. So where were they? Why had they allowed our planet to be destroyed, and leave us without a home? I knew that the rogue who had attacked us was one of the older gestaltine models, for according to the fervrians only the long-lived could suffer a "maddening sequence", or rather, a series of systematic errors within the ship's programming leading into a faulty console.

That meant only the largest of these biomachines could become "mad", as every one increased in size as it aged, using whatever space debris and cosmic matter they absorbed to literally expand upon their own mass. Furthermore, a gestaltine's size reflected the magnitude of its power, meaning that a "mad" variant regularly outclassed the average ship. To challenge such a threat, it would take the combined force of several gestaltines to take out a rogue... and considering the fact that the latter targeted its own kind just as easily as any planet, the risk in confronting one was very real.

Still, even with all that known to me, I simply could not fathom why there hadn't been a rescue. They must have known the rogue was on its way... how could they not? Weren't they each connected like some kind of hive-mind? I was certain that was no rumor, or at the least was an exaggerated fact. In either case, there were also alternate methods, other ways to go about knowing. It wasn't like something as dangerous as a "mad console" could exist beneath the fervrians' notice. They were the ones who made them in the first place!

...Of course, it doesn't matter now. The rogue, that horrid machine has likely already burrowed halfway to Earth's core; once it has eaten its way to that, the planet will be just an empty husk for the voracious ship to pick apart at its leisure. By then, it will be but a lifeless rock in the middle of space, no longer inhabitable and much too late to save... it was a horrible notion, practically unbelievable. Mere hours ago, I was there. I mean, I WAS THERE. On Earth, with my feet stepping upon its dirt. It wasn't just my home, it was my whole world... in every sense of the phrase.

And now it's gone. The place upon which I was raised and had grown to know so intimately had been erased within the blink of an eye... all because of some goddamn spaceship monster.