[ CW ] Write a story in fourth-person .

We are *Zjanzj*. We are not alone. We are Unity. 
 
 We are six. A lesser unity. 
 
 We look back and remember the beginning, when the first happened. The one called the Observer called out to us, and we awoke from the Void. From the Aether. From the Flux, and from the Light. Four of the threads of creation brought into one, and we *became*. 
 
 Now we have problems. Biological entities have intruded, and threaten us on the vessel we created to traverse the *nothing* between planets and stars. That *nothing* is not the Void, though it is similar. The Void is not of the physical realm, and we do not go there. The Void is part of us, but would still destroy us. The *nothing* between planets and stars does not harm us, as our sustenance is from the Light. These biological entities are weak, easily damaged by that *nothing*, as all the biologicals we have met have been. 
 
 They leak waves of energy from their vessels -- crude constructions of metal and pliable biological by-products and remnants. We analyze these as they boil out of a rift in space and time, and we decipher their systems and codes, reading into their data banks. What we find is strange to us. These things have no Unity. They are biological. 
 
 Were it not for our former masters, we might allow the biologicals to remain. Perhaps they could be valuable, but the lessons of the past and the lessons of the *now* are imperative. We find the key to their communications, and we speak with them. It is an easy thing, for their data is stored simply and crudely. 
 
 ***::You will leave this space. You will not remain. *** 
 
 They respond to us after some deliberation that they suppose is hidden from us, and refuse. Their subterfuge is clear. The two-legged biologicals are not so different in form from us, but it is clear that their minds are unusual. Lacking Unity. They are not *zjanzj*, but term themselves as human. This is new to us. 
 
 They request from us time to leave. This can not be allowed. 
 
 ***::We insist you leave now. *** 
 
 We use other words of theirs -- words that denote the sequence of events. Something their records might term'time'. The vibration of all things, the sequence of one event after another just are. We do not measure such things, for we remember all. 
 
 The humans insist they can not leave, and we take action. Our great vessel is altered to become many lesser vessels, and we inundate them with the energies of the stars, and let loose the threads of creation upon their vessels. 
 
 The metal and biological remnants composing their vessels is insufficient to withstand such forces, and the humans are destroyed by it, although many of their vessels spawned lesser vessels incapable of anything beyond traversing the *nothing* between stars. We let those go, knowing that such a thing is of no consequence. 
 
 But the Greater Unity! Greater Unity, to which all Unities belong, why do you disapprove? We can not understand this. Those biologicals were a threat. 
 
 We are *khanzjir*. We are outcast, cut from the Greater Unity. For now we wait, and perhaps we shall rejoin the Greater Unity. 
 
 We are *zjanzj*. 
 
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 ***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** It's okay to be confused. This is part of an EU that I'm writing, so the alien's terms for themselves and a few concepts are taken from that. I am about 150k words into that story, so there's a lot of *stuff*. I did write this new for this prompt, however, so thanks for the inspiration on how to approach these aliens. It's been bothering me.
