No one anticipated had anticipated that an alien vessel was hovering within the planetary system camouflaged with their capability to dissolve its warships at will, had created a pandemic which humans would later find too late there was no cure.
These aliens, who later would be known as the Sentinels, had finally found a planet which they had studied would sustain their lifetime ten-fold. The Sentinels were the warring kind who depended on the natural resources and the creatures which walked on their own planet to be used as Sentinels own food replenishment. The intention to colonise Earth left them salivating until they finally started seeding it with an airborne virus which would either leave the humans helpless or dead.
The Sentinels had waited for an entire millennia while they held off another war-mongering species in another solar system. The battle had nearly finished them off until finally they blew their opponent across the vast universe with their warhammers. Victory, however, came at a cost; they had lost many of their capable soldiers in the process and the need to feed the younglings in the vessels filled the Sentinel Queen with dread.
Huge creatures with snake-like eyes and monstrous features with razor-sharp teeth, they flew in their ancient battle worn vessels without a home or a dock to repair the damages after their last battle. Time was a commodity which they savoured until the last drop.
Now, as their Sentinel Queen peered from her scope on the final prize which would define their lives to be prolonged for two millennia at least, she heaved a sigh of relief. Her minions would be fed for a lifetime while she commanded from her throne, commanding them in a bee-hive manner. The subjects obeyed her every instruction without question. They only needed another life to replenish their own essential supplies.
Within the bee hive structure, the younglings could be seen feeding by their nurses through a tube with an amber liquid which had been distilled from the remains of their captives who remained alive throughout the entire feeding process.
On one of her rare sightings in the nursery, the Sentinel Queen watched in fascination each of her creation latching on the tubes, hungrily sucking the liquid, unlike her who constantly feasted on the partners during the last mating ritual which she had chosen from the military band.
With their dark almond-shaped eyes and boulder shoulders, they would soon serve both as her mate and run the vessels as they had done centuries before.
She turned again towards the blue planet with its clouds swirling around freely. She smiled, believing the time had come to finally harvest the planet for the sake of their existence.
She felt asleep peacefully in her chambers as another mate waited for her quietly in the dark.
Someone had lied to Dr. Marchella de Selva that the Sentinels colonisation attempts would not reoccur for another month or two because now she was trapped all alone in her home with heavy bombardments heard outside.
She began rubbing her stomach gently, swirling her fingers slowly over its smooth edges which grew larger by the months. Placing her feet above a wooden table, she could hear the repeated bombings. Her legs were swollen from the constant standing in the laboratory with other prominent scientists, monitoring the conditions of the supersoldiers for the Military Armed Forces.
More and more demands were placed by the Supreme Commander and President Cole who ordered the scientists to produce the genetically-engineered soldiers on Earths last bastion in the Arctic which had been renamed as the Kapitoll.
However, as the main geneticist who propelled the idea of another human being form in an effort to save the last few remains of its own species, Dr. Marchella was indifferent to lethargy or sickness which often afflicted pregnant mothers.
She could not wait for the birthing when her twins would learn of love, rather of hate, from her. After nine months of tests after the first in virtro fertilisation procedure was conducted, she was beyond elated. They were now within her own vessel, safely tucked away from any potential harm. Dr. Marchella had made sure that the World Republic Council leaders knew of her intention, including their defense generals.
She started to hum a lullaby while thinking of habitable planetary systems which she wanted them to explore and think beyond the norm. She wanted them to taste freedom in mind, thought and speech.
In the background, there were sounds of air strikes crushing the ground vibrated trembles across the vast lands including her home. Despite the commotion, she managed to remain calm although the muscles in her body automatically tightened with tension in response to the floor shaking underneath her.
The invasion by the Sentinels which had lasted throughout the two decades demoralised many worldwide. Hits upon hits by them in their quest to colonise the humans last bastion, Earth, only served in strengthening her resolve to fulfill a personal mission which she intended to see it through.
The two twins, a boy and a girl, were created as a sign of defiance against the anarchic attacks upon the humans survival. The children, she hoped, will each create their own destiny with the strength and speed which she had altered in their chromosomes.
It was also a personal matter of honour of her own creation, a designer of hope which the twins will shape with their own minds.
Dr. Marchella fell asleep by the fire with her arms wrapped around her abdomen, an instinctive maternal part to protect them from harm.
They will represent her own version of her species to regain immortality, both in the present and the afterlife.
Or so, she believed.
