The first Broodswarm contact was a research station that went silent. The rescue team found the hull intact but hollow — every organic compound stripped, every crew member dissolved into nutrient slurry. Inside the walls, something new was growing.
The Broodswarm is not malicious. It has no concept of cruelty, or mercy, or negotiation. It is a biological imperative given form. Their ships are grown rather than built, budding from hive-clusters in warm nebulae. When they demand tribute in bio-matter, it is not a threat. It is simply what they are.
Combat Style
Weak individually but fast-growing. Broodswarm dens escalate more slowly but grow in power at twice the rate of other factions. Their ships are fragile but come in large numbers. Left unchecked, they become overwhelming.