Relorians, Tal, and many, many more.

[K2]

The Tal, being very advanced aliens, comprehended the situation they were in very quickly and prepared a plan of action to stop whatever enemies may have stood in their way. Quickly getting their way towards ancient defense consoles, they prepared for any hostilities that could arise as the small, green aliens took back what they'd lost many, many years before.

Of course, they were not hostile at all towards the Relorians who would appear as well, seeing as they'd owned this planet since before the Nyx War, having probably inherited it from the Starclan. In fact, the Tal found the Relorians to be much like themselves, only less technologically advanced.

[K2]

The zombie apocalypse had began. Overnight, the dead turned corrupted. As their bodies and spirits became suddenly incompatible, the revived would be helpless as their bodies went crazy. Infecting. Killing. Biting. Eating flesh. Everyone who died, regardless of rather they'd been bit, would find themselves suddenly transformed into zombies due to the Spirit Realm failure. Needless to say, things were taking a turn for the worst.

[UnStellar]

Swarms and swarms of Stranafos appeared, charging the Lorcar in hordes. Some Reapers were among them.

[Nisorin]

The Relorian spirits, trapped within their zombified bodies, tried breaking out of their bonds, even attempting to commit suicide by using a sort of solidified spirit energy to force the limbs to move, only to find the bodies unable to die, and their spirits unable to leave them.

[@Pokemon Master Red]

The Lorcar were initially fighting a losing battle. After all, the enemies would just get up again after they were killed, while fallen Lorcar stayed down. Eventually, it seemed that the Lorcar abandoned Agira, retreating towards aerial transport Bioships which picked up the remaining Locusts. And fled towards space.
But something...Was wrong. In Orbit around Agira, two Hornets and a Wasp accepted the retreating locusts...And built up Psionic power between each other. Once the retreat was finished and all Lorcar that were able to get away got away, they sent out Bees to act as the eyes and ears on Agira. Any Zombies(or anything else not Lorcar, really) found were telekinetically grabbed and lifted into orbit by the Hornets, not towards the actual Bioships but instead to a safe distance. They were kept in a singular location by the Wasp, and held into a ball of rotting bodies, slowly and methodically being collected. Once the mass was of sufficuent size, the Lorcar did something...Horrific. One would expect the Locusts to get rid of thethree collected bodies by burning them or throwing them out of the system, but...That would be a waste of good Biomass. Nooo...One of the Hornets stopped collecting bodies and focused its Psionic power onto the zombieball, by now probably the size of a moon or somesuch...And began melding them. It used a psychic power, really quite rare throughout the univetse, known as Biokinesis. Normally it is very difficult, as one needs a understanding of how biological matter works to accurately manipulate it, but the Lorcar understood these concepts very well. Tapping into the knowledge most Factory Caste Lorcar had concerning how tissue and cells worked, the Hornet fused the flesh together, forming the muscle and fat of the collective bodies into massive organs for the giant, horrible moon while breaking down the existing organs of the zombies into the cells making them up to turn into new tissue for whatever else the moon would need. The bones of the bodies were crushed and powderized so that it wouldn't be in the shapes of all of those skeletons, and could instead be...'healed' into whatever shape the Lorcar needed for this mass of flesh to sustain itself and not simply collapse in its own gravity. Perhaps the worst part of all of this is that, technically speaking, none of the zombies were actually 'killed'. Repurposed maybe, but all of the cells and tissue that made up the zombies of Tal and Relorian and Stranafos were still alive. The spirits bound to those bodies would end up bound to this massive Undead moon orbiting Agira. The Lorcar didn't know about the spirits bound to the walking corpses that appeared out of nowhere...But they didn't care, either. They actually took precautions throughout the entire process to AVOID killing the zombies, so they wouldn't have to spend any extra amount of psionic power to Biokinetically reactivate the dead cells. Millions of spirits of damned Relorians, Tal, and Stranafos(maybe Reapers, Im not sure what you meant by those) would end up twisted and bound into the core of the moon, where the brains of most all of the corpses were processed and fused into one massive core to regulate the entire 'creature'process and run the unconscious processes(keep the hearts pumping blood through the entire thing, regulating oxygen and blah blah blah to keep it 'alive').

All assuming of course that nothing ends up able to stop them anyways. Just mentioning this last part.

[Nisorin]

Trying to merge that many bodies into such a relatively small object, forcibly bringing that many spirits into such close confines, was never a good idea. The Relorian spirits were able to reach out to each other as the ball was formed, and each Relorian body bit began to glow and resist the Lorcar's attempt to shift them into the monstrosity they attempted to create. The more the Lorcar tried, the more angry the spirits became, until finally they began letting loose. Tendrils of spirit energy shot out from the forming ball, wrapping around the nearest Lorcar and pulling them violently in, counting on the zombified bodies to kill the Lorcar, which then were released. The deceased Lorcar then set upon the rest of the Horde, even as the tendrils shot out again to ensnare more victims. With the second wave the Spirits let out a massive, otherworldly shriek, similar to the telepathic shriek used by the Lorcar themselves. Their call echoed across space, across dimensions and planes, seeking allies and spreading news of the attack, and of the violation of the fallen Relorians.

[@Pokemon Master Red]

Because individual Lorcar actually have no spirit(all controlled by the singular spirit of Delton), even if the small Bee and Bumblebee-class Bioships actually nearby the forming moon were killed nothing would come of it. The Lorcar didn't animate; once they were dead there was nothing TO animate them. As well, given that the spirits' own bodies were rejecting them(the beginning of this entire zombie apocalypse in the first place), they would have to use a vast more power to resist the Lorcar's psychic manipulations, wearing them down even further than their previous failed suicide attempts would have in the first place. As they focused on more and more actions, resisting the melding of their flesh when they barely had any power at all to control it, lashing out at the nearby Lorcar, and releasing their wail of horror that echoed across such vast distances of dimensions themselves, they'd wear themselves out entirely. The Capital and two Super Capital Lorcar Bioships, on the other hand, stuck to their job, not wasting their power attempting to counter the various attempts by the Relorian dead(instead simply regressing their fleet from the ball of zombies in order to keep distance and not get pulled in like the little Bioships were), and if they needed any extra psychic power they slaved the brains of the millions of land-based Lorcar within them and the millions of Bioships in their fleet to their own, pooling the psionic power to forcibly meld the flesh together as they wished. The scream itself, being primarily spiritual in nature, actually barely affected the soulless bodies of the Lorcar around Agira...But alterted Delton, the Brood King and true spirit of the Lorcar, to the distress call. Of course, he hardly understood it, but the fact remained that the only purpose of such a powerful and ridiculously exhaustive(likely enough that several thousand spirits would have to have sacrificed themselves to fuel it) shockwave reverberating throughout the universe could only be to contact as many others as possible. Especially when it did hardly any damage to begin with. Clearly, these shamblers being dealt with on Agira were the scouting party of a invasionary force intending to assault Lorcar-Controlled space, and as the powerful king of his species he would not allow any threats to his territory to pervade. All Lorcar Bioships not dealing with Agira were mobilized around the entire system, a swarm innumerable buzzing and communicating and watching for threats. The artificial asteroid field that surrounded the system was fortified even stronger than it normally was, and the Locusts used every available Bioship to keep their space secure.

[Nisorin]

Unfortunately the call from the Relorian spirits was answered quite quickly, though not quite as expectedly. Massive rips in space-time formed before the Lorcar, though it seemed as if nothing came out of them. Looking through would cause the Lorcar looking to very quickly go insane, even despite the Lorcar telepathic network, as most mortal creatures do when looking right into the Spirit Realm. Moments later, more and more tendrils reached out at the Lorcar, looking only half part of this world as they dragged the protesting beasts in, banishing their physical forms. The call wasn't to the Relorian Empire, or the Sons of Plunder. It was to all the Caorrn Relorians who had lost their lives, and bodies, entirely. The spirits floating between physical and ethereal. They had no biomass for the Lorcar to seek, nor had they any real use for it.

[@Pokemon Master Red]

For the Lorcar themselves, sanity was a subjective concept. On a grand scale, technically speaking any individuality between any Lorcar is imagined. They act seperate, they even believe themselves truly to be...But honestly speaking, they are all pieces of Delton. Any Locust's mind rewritable, indeed, constantly rewritten. Abnormalities and Swarm-Destructive tendencies are not tolerated, and instead...Edited out when noticed...Which given that all Lorcar naturally hear one anothers thoughts, they very often are.
However, of course...This all is assuming the Lorcar could even see into a astral realm to begin with. With the Exception of the Brood King Delton, who houses their Soul, all Lorcar are entirely physical creatures. A portal, made by, for, and to a realm of astral beings, which is astral itself...Would probably be not only invisible to the Lorcar, but incorporeal as well.
Either way, losses would be largely minimal, as any aberrant thoughts would be rewritten to normal, and even if the Lorcar were to be banished it would at best be frigates, relatively small and insubstantial in the grand scheme of the swarm. Their minds wouldn't even be lost, just jacked from their bodies to storage space in the Hive Mind until a new body can be made for them. The Capital Ships and anything above, of course, were protected with not only their massive size and backwards motion to resist any tendrils of anything that might grip them from pulling them in, but Psionic Shielding besides, warding any non-Lorcar physical anything from getting through without a fight. The tendrils themselves may be only partially physical to begin with, but within the range of these shields they'd be Incorporeal at best.

And yet...Through the entire 'assault', the Lorcar barely fought back, regarding the tendrils(and really only maybe the portals/spirit realm yo begin with) as a nuisance or annoyance at best. They defended themselves with Psionic Wards and general dodging and evasion, but there was no counterattack against whatever did this. As the other storyteller recanting this tale said, these 'attackers'shields had no biomass to speak of. And their offensive was hardly damaging or really all that terrible. The fact was, the Lorcar COULD waste resources further agressing...Whatever the hell these were, or they could focus on whatever impending invasion force was obviously coming. The Swarm even suspected this as a diversionary tactic to begin with, a magic spell or psionic power meant to sow discord within the defender's lines. But as the Lorcar were instantly aware of one another's thoughts by mere proximity, knowledge spread fast within the Swarm. It was decided that to focus on this would be counterproductive to the safety of Lorcar Territory. So besides evading the tendrils/portals and holding Psionic Shields and Wards against them...They were completely ignored. In truth...The Lorcar had no concept of 'Soul' or 'Spirit'. They were all part of the Pseudo-Hive Mind, even death of the flesh rarely actually permanently killed a Lorcar. As far as they truly knew, there wasn't anything to fight, well, not yet anyways. But the real combatants were on their way! Clearly. So for tjose Lorcar nit focused on defenses, which amounted to the small Lorcar Biofleet around Agira...They continued with building their moon of living corpses. Really with the progress they've made so far and the little resistance anymore offered, it shouldn't take too much long for them to finish their creation. A prototype for something to be made far away, for places for the Locusts to rest away from their Maltruse system. Several concepts came to mind as the Capital and two Super Capitals 'chatted' while working. Havens...Homes...But one concept stood out. Really it could be argued that the biggest difference between the concepts attributed to this prototype, to the Lorcar anyway, was entirely semantics...But one thought stood out amongst them, one idea linked to it.
The concept linked to this prototype the three were making...A Hive.

[Nisorin]

As the battle continued and more and more spirits came to their aid, the tendrils became more and more tangible, not to mention larger and stronger, quickly stabbing violently at shields, before the first few Caorrn Psiona spirits entered the fray. Using the sophisticated and well-designed psionic constructs they created in life, and carried with them in death, the Psiona began implanting the tendrils with psionic abilities themselves. The tendrils turned jet black, like empty space devoid of stars or nebulae. Attuned to the use of Psi, anything in the tendrils' paths, be it matter or energy, friend or foe, would be completely devoured. Even the Lorcar's powerful psionic shields and wards would be quickly eaten away if they continued to ignore the spirits.


Finally, within the solid mass of zombified flesh, a small, pure black spark ignited, engulfing the adjacent bodies and slowly spreading.

[@Pokemon Master Red]

At the increased agression of the tendrils, the Locusts became quite aware they wouldn't be able to simply ignore the distraction much longer. They formed complex psionic networks with one another, amplifying the psychic might of every Lorcar around them and having their own psychic power amplified in turn. With their enhanced psychic power, they protected each other, multiple Lorcar forming singular, temporary barriers around others specifically being attacked and agressing the black tendrils themselves with combined psychic assaults. And for a large part, these tactics would work. The Lorcar were much more numberous in whole, within the Maltruse system at least. And besides that, most of the Lorcar involved would be individually more brutishly powerful with psionics, given their status as at least car-sized psionics(with a large population being city-sized frigates). They wouldn't have anywhere near the grace nor precision as their foes, to be sure, but thats not what they were focused on for this. All that they needed was to overpower and overdefend from the enemy's tactics. Still they did nothing against the cause, which they of course did not even recognize as even being there. In fact, assuming of course that these Caorrn were actively trying to free the damned spirits bound in the zombified flesh((which...Seriously, why would almost anyone be helping these returning spirits, not even talking about at Agira but on other planets too. They're almost exclusively from Hell or were going to Hell if it were still there, if Im getting this right. Why would anyone be happy that scum and villainy are coming back from the dead to begin with, before they became zombies for that matter)), they'd find absolutely nothing stopping them other than whatever bindings the spirits had to their undead bodies. No resistance from the oblivious Lorcar, who didn't even know there was anything to be freed.

On matters back at the battle itself, however, the Capitals/above that weren't the three making their Hive around Agira had much, much more psychic power to spare than just making shields strong enough that crashing frigates into them is annoying. Instead of just that, they formed a second psychic network amongst themselves, and used the remainder of their psychic power to project a massive Psionc Jamming space around Lorcar territory, designed to ignore Lorcar Psionics by default. They were able to recognize that, while impure, the assault on their forces WAS partially Psionic in nature. Perhaps if they could remove the psychic part of the attack, the rest might collapse entirely and leave them in a better condition to fight off whatever was coming without whatever this was in their midst. And assuming the Psionic jamming would be able to work, difusing at least the physical ramifications of the enemy's assault...Then the prototype Hive, with nothing to stand in the Lorcar around Agira's way, would be complete in its entirety.

[Nisorin]

The Psiona spirits recognized the jamming, and inwardly smirked. As the tendrils touch their barriers, they rippled, tiny yet deadly psionic constructs being injected into it, infecting and reversing it so the barriers began releasing a poisonous wavelength, breaking up the Lorcar cells' exterior membranes, causing them to pop like bubbles. The jamming might be effective enough on those directly attacking through psi like the Lorcar, but for those using the more structured constructs, jamming would merely be like white noise ringing in their ears.


The rest of the tendrils start concentrating their attacks on the more psionically powerful Lorcar, striking the same point before them in the barrier, repeatedly, quickly breaking through to spear through them. These spirits were angered, Relorians banding together for the good of the many, despite their past transgressions, for their combined survival. And banding together was something the Caorrn did very, very well.



Meanwhile, lightyears away, on a distant planet covered in pudding, a small child holds her head in pain and goes to sit on her bed, legs crossed in a meditative state, the pained screams of billions of spirits echoing in her mind...