I stand tall in the wide window of my commanding spacecraft, watching the the planet turn peacefully below. Our assault ships are cloaked from satellites, radio waves, light waves, and pretty much any other way those 'humans' could detect us. We've been here for several of their rotations around thier sun.
Smoothening my transparent skirt, I look to my second-in-command, my best friend, Merco. "Begin first minor assault." I tell her.
Merco nods, "yes, Princess." And turns to the bridge employees and repeats my order.
Running my finger tip over the flat of my blade, I heft the weapon. The long, thin tipped sword is a symbol of my rank. But I can fight with it, no doubt.
I see the light of screens behind be flash on the glass of the bridge window, and our agents check in.
"Ready for Mass destruction." Someone calls.
"Engage. Make them beg for my mercy." I say, and watch as they spring to action.
This world of humans will be thrown into chaos. I've been working on thier genetics for almost 100 of their years. Us T'carians, we age slow. But I've created a better race of humans. One fused with T'carian DNA that will live longer, work stronger, be more efficient. I am here to help. But first, i need to clean their planets surface. Prepare it for my new race.
My agents are so human like, that they have been able to blend in, and rise to power. Now, they will die honorably for my cause. They will die with valor as they drop primitive bombs on each other, and release a virus that I've bred. A virus that will save those worthy of being the parents of my new race. They will be the chosen.
Down on Earth, my agents have just declared war on each other.
Someday soon, these humans will thank me.
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Storm Star
Fiksi IlmiahNine teens, chosen for some mysterious purpose, the survivors of "the wipe-out" as that day was called. A post-apocalyptic world is all that left. And the aliens who came.
