The Arvian Leader slithered up from the dusty ground, watching the departing cruiser with rage in its eyes. Never before had the Arvians lost a battle of such scale…especially not to humans. They’re numbers were always simply far too many. But it seemed time had been on the humans’ side.

Its jaw-like pincers drew back and it rattled off a series of shrieks and high-pitched ululations, loud enough to penetrate even Mars’ thin atmosphere. Surviving Arvians for miles around emerged from improvised burrows. A cacophony of similar shrieks rebounded back in response.

One more shriek from the leader, and the Arvians darted off to start the gruesome task of rebuilding their ships. They heaped the dead together and started repairing.

Yes, they would follow the humans. To Earth.