Intergalactic conquest with an AI
Chapter 84: The twins.

Since it all happened too fast, the father of the twins barely had a moment to think. He did what any father would do when love outweighs fear; he threw himself between the zombie drone and his daughter, shielding her with his own body.

In that split second, while clutching his other daughter tightly in his arms, he braced himself. The drone's bite tore into his shoulder with a force that was anything but human. Flesh ripped, bones snapped, and and a fountain of blood erupted, staining the rain-soaked ground beneath them.

The virus had turned the drone into something more than undead, something with a brutal, mechanical strength that left his shoulder mangled and his muscles and sinew shredded.

"P-Papa!"

his daughter's voice broke through the rain, a desperate cry edged with terror. She understood, in that awful instant, what was coming and what it meant to be bitten. But the shock paralyzed her, holding her in a silence filled only by the pattering rain and her father's ragged breathing.

Tears spilled down her cheeks, mingling with the rain as she stood helpless, feeling as though the whole world had fractured around her.

Her mind screamed that her father was lost, that she was next, and then, out of nowhere, a golden plasma bolt streaked down from the sky, striking the zombie drone squarely.

The creature collapsed, smoldering, as figures began descending from above, haloed in the glow of their own armor.

The Aegis Sentinels landed, one after another, their movements precise, almost inhuman. One sentinel, the one who'd fired the shot, turned his helmet lights on her, assessing with cold, clinical detachment.

[Three survivors located; Healthy female child and sick female child confirmed; no trace of further infection was present.]

The voice echoed metallically, devoid of any warmth or humanity.

As the sentinel completed his report, another strode forward and stopped beside her father, who lay gasping in the mud, his skin already paling.

"[Young male detected. Health condition: critical. Infection detected...]"

"[Proceeding with cleaning protocol]"

"No!"

The girl's voice broke, raw with fury and desperation

. "You can't! Leave my papa alone!"

She knew what they planned to do and knew that, in their logic, her father was as good as dead. But her heart rejected it, fought it, and screamed that he was still there, still her father, still worth saving.

She stepped between her father and the sentinel, her small frame trembling but unyielding. The Aegis unit raised its plasma gun, pointing it at her without hesitation. In the old days, the machine would have killed her without a second thought since she was just an obstacle in the way of its mission.

But something held it back. The sentinel hesitated, as if a new protocol restrained it, as if some unseen force tempered the cold, ruthless programming that had once driven it.

"Stand down, Aegis Unit 619."

A voice drifted through the air, soft yet commanding, carrying a strange, almost unearthly calm. The girl turned, wide-eyed, and there, through the rain and shadows, she saw her...

She descended like an angel of war, clothed in high-tech armor that gleamed white and gold, accentuating her graceful, almost ethereal form. Behind her, enormous wings spread wide, shimmering in the rain.

Beside her, a towering figure in similar armor but bigger, stoic, with a presence that radiated unbreakable strength, landed with a quiet, measured power.

Cleo's gaze shifted to the father lying in the mud, bloodied and barely holding on, and to the two little girls huddled together, soaked and shivering in the cold night air.

"Child,

" Cleo's voice was soft yet commanding, her eyes settling on the oldest girl.

"You know what's happening to your father, don't you?"

The girl shook her head fiercely, her voice breaking.

"No! My papa will be alright! He promised... he promised we'd be together forever!"

Her words were choked with sobs, as if saying them could somehow hold back the inevitable.

Her father, struggling for breath, managed to lift his head, his voice a hoarse whisper.

"That's enough... Nyra."

"Papa!"

Nyra cried, crawling toward him on her knees, her small body trembling. She reached for him, as if by sheer will she could keep him here, hold onto him just a little longer.

"I'm... sorry, Nyra,"

he said, forcing a weak smile through the pain.

"I won't be able to keep that promise. But you have to keep going. Look after your sister. You're the strong one. I know you'll make it."

The father's gaze drifted upward, catching Rex's unflinching eyes. With a silent, tearful nod, he signaled his acceptance, his final plea to protect what he loved most.

Rex stepped forward, his face impassive, his armor gleaming as he summoned a claymore from the air, its blade glinting coldly in the rain. Nyra's desperate screams tore through the night.

"No! No, please stop! Papa! PAPA!"

Her cries echoed, raw and broken, as she watched in helpless horror.

Rex kneeled by the father, his voice a deep, unyielding calm.

"Rest easy, sir. My wife and I will care for your children until they're ready to stand on their own."

He raised the blade, holding it steady over the father's chest.

Hearing these words, a faint smile touched the father's lips, even as tears traced down his cheeks. At that moment, his expression softened, becoming peaceful, almost grateful.

With one swift, precise motion, Rex plunged the claymore into his heart. It was over in an instant, a quick, merciful end that spared him any further suffering.

The rain continued to fall, a quiet witness to the tragedy. The twins had already begun to lose consciousness, their small bodies exhausted and overwhelmed by shock. Two Aegis sentinels gently lifted them, each cradling a child with surprising care, awaiting further orders.

"Cleo,"

Rex said, his voice steady,

"signal for a transport. Get them to the medical bay on the main ship. Make sure they're safe."

Cleo nodded, already glancing skyward.

"The transport's en route,

" she replied, her voice as calm as ever.

Rex's gaze hardened as he turned to the nearest Aegis unit.

"Tell every unit to clear a three-kilometer radius. Prepare the area for construction bot deployment."

The Aegis sentinel acknowledged with a sharp nod.

"[Understood.]"

Within moments, the sentinels scattered, moving with lethal precision to clear every threat in the vicinity.

As the rain continued to fall, the night filled with the distant sounds of battle, the hum of engines, and the fading cries of the undead.

Cleo stayed with the twins, her golden wings casting a gentle light over their small forms as they drifted into unconsciousness, the rain washing away the remnants of the nightmare that had changed their lives forever.

Rex stood atop the crumbling remains of a four-story building, arms crossed, surveying the vast, open expanse below. The city lay in ruins, skeletal and silent under a dark, stormy sky. Without turning, he sensed Cleo arrive, her presence familiar and reassuring beside him.

"Welcome back, Cleo,

" he said, glancing her way.

"How are the kids?"

"They're stable now,"

Cleo replied, summoning holographic screens that hovered around her, each displaying live data feeds and maps of the surrounding area.

"The medics placed them in thermal beds to combat hypothermia. One of them had a high fever, but it's under control now."

Rex nodded, his gaze shifting back to the wasteland.

"Good. They deserve some rest after... everything."

Cleo's fingers moved quickly across her screens as she analyzed the layout of the ruined plaza below

. "What do you think of this location? Will it work for the assembly factory?"

Rex nodded again.

"It'll do. We have enough space here to set up production lines without obstruction. Good call, Rex."

"Perfect,"

Cleo replied, already issuing commands.

"I'm deploying drop pods with construction bots and materials. We'll have the foundation laid soon

."

Their conversation was interrupted by a crackling voice over the communications.

[Sir, we've encountered a high-priority hostile; our weapons are proving ineffective, requesting the deployment of the Mauler Juggernaut for support.]

Rex frowned, considering the cost of deploying the Mauler, since its high-powered artillery rounds burned through credits with each shot. "

Do you have visual confirmation on the target?

"

[Affirmative, Streaming live feed now.]

A screen materialized in front of Rex, displaying the grim scene. The video showed a hulking creature, easily eight times the size of an average infected, lumbering through the ruins while the Aegis Sentinels fired futilely at it.

Its body was encased in thick, chitinous armor that absorbed incoming plasma rounds like they were mere raindrops. With each hit, the creature seemed to pulse with kinetic energy, its body glowing ominously before launching explosive projectiles back at its attackers.

"That's a superior mutant,"

Cleo observed, her eyes narrowing.

"This one's tougher than most."

Rex smirked, intrigued.

"So, this creature is the boss of this area?"

"Affirmative,"

Cleo nodded.

"These unique infected evolve beyond common limits, becoming zone leaders. They command the infected hordes in their territory."

"Perfect,"

Rex said, excitement flickering in his eyes

. "I've been waiting to see what the Mauler Juggernaut can do. Let's test it out."

Before Cleo could respond, Rex scooped her up in a swift, effortless motion, carrying her in his arms as he launched off the edge of the building. They soared through the rain-soaked air, moving at breakneck speed toward the battlefield, the wind whipping past them as Rex maneuvered with precision.

Cleo, unphased by the sudden flight, kept her gaze fixed on her screens, calculating Mauler's entry point and preparing support protocols. As they closed in on the battle, she could already see flashes of plasma fire and hear the booming echoes of the creature's retaliatory blasts.

When they arrived, Rex touched down with Cleo still in his arms, setting her down gently before stepping forward to assess the situation.

The Aegis units were holding their ground, but barely, and several of them were already damaged, their armor scorched and dented from the relentless counterattacks.

Rex raised his wrist and keyed in the authorization.

"Deploy the Mauler Juggernaut at my location. Priority target: zone boss."