Alien Resistance: Omnibus Edition
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EPILOGUE
Fiona looked up at the sky as the two Hive temples ignited their sub-atmospheric thrusters and burned hard towards the heavens. Moments later the other war hives that dotted the landscape around Chicago lifted off and followed. All across the world war hives were rising to join the Hive ships. Within their holds were all of the Izrid who had survived the global uprising, along with a vast majority of the half-dragon survivors, most of whom were former green-sash rebels. Fiona’s hatred burned less hot now, and she found herself offering up a silent prayer that Morgan and the orphaned Izrid fleet found a place of their own, far away from Earth.
It had been a bloody two weeks since Morgan had slain the Serpent King. After ten years of war and betrayal most people were not ready to make peace, especially with the Complex, and many otherwise good people had been killed in the streets as collaborators. Such a response was inevitable, mused Fiona as she set her eyes to the cityscape of her dystopian Chicago, though such struggles were now human struggles again. Earth would never be free from violence and war, but from now on it would be all their own, free from oppression and interference from the alien.
Morgan lay suspended in the milky fluid of the brood mother’s chamber. A portion of her mind was focused on the pilot caste that navigated the fleet into high orbit and began plotting a course to distant galaxies. Morgan had a Hive fleet at her command, and they all, hybrid and pure blood alike, had become her children. She could not deny her warlike nature, both of Izrid and human origin, and understood that in order for life to flourish other life must be sacrificed. There was a planet out there, lost among the stars, which would know the furious might of her Hive. She too would conquer, for such was her nature. Another portion of her mind, a distinctly human part of her, burned with a fierce pride that Earth remained free, and that should she encounter human beings on some distant world, it was unlikely that she would find victory.