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The vast expanse of space surrounding Viltrum was typically a scene of serene stars and distant galaxies, but today it was marred by the ominous approach of fifty alien warships. A warrior race that resembled humans had dared to invade the heart of the Viltrumite Empire. This was something that the coalition of planets wouldn't do without a full on invasion and siege tactics.Their sleek, dark vessels cut through the void with a silent menace, heading straight for the planet that had never been successfully challenged.
In the grand throne room of the Viltrumite King, the atmosphere was oddly calm. The King, a figure of immense power and stoicism, sat upon his throne with an air of indifference. Reports of the incoming fleet had reached him, but he regarded the threat as nothing more than a trivial annoyance.
General Kregg and Luka were off world on a brief assignment. The threat level of the invading force didn't even move an eyebrow on the Grand Regent as a few engineers, including Maya and Nolan reported the stats of the invading force in the throneroom.
Thragg was just having his haircut but a barber from one of the liberated planets in the Viltrum Empire, the Barber looked had a very light green skin just some shades away from looking tan but the barber looked human, had a cap flipped backwards, dark shades, some scissors and an advanced looking clipper as he worked away on Thragg's hair who was drapped in a cloak to prevent his hair from dirtying his imperial regalia and fit.
The four of them were in the balcony of the Throneroom that oversaw the stars of the Viltrum Empire, giving Thragg and his throneroom one of the best lightings in the known universe as they observed the fleet of ships about to attack.
For some reason, the barber couldn't be concerned about the impending doom these spaceships brought as Nolan finished his report after Maya.
"If you may, Grand Regent, I will swiftly dispose of this slight irritation before us." Nolan offered to step forward. Maya looked at him in reverence. Not many Viltrum engineers were so much stronger than the average Viltrumite given their area of specialization. This didn't mean the engineers were your average nerds without physical combat prowess, but Nolan was one who was respected in this aspect.
The barber stopped at once to await Thragg's response as Thragg looked at the fleet with a stoic face.
"General Anissa… handle this. Maya, Nolan, as you were." he commanded, his deep voice echoing through the chamber. "I have more pressing matters to attend to." He snapped his fingers to command his barber to continue his stellar work.
Anissa, in front of among some Viltrum soldiers in the throne room, stepped forward and bowed her head. As one of Viltrum's Generals, in times like this it was mandatory for a General to be present with the Grand Regent.
"As you wish, my King," she replied, her tone respectful yet laced with underlying frustration. She had hoped for a challenge, something to quell the restless energy that had been building within her. Instead, she was being tasked with cleaning up someone else's mess.
Moments later, Anissa stood on a platform on a Viltrum destroyer ship overlooking the planet, her short hair flowing freely behind her. Clad in her battle attire—a sleek, form-fitting suit that emphasized her toned physique—she gazed up at the sky where the enemy ships were beginning to emerge from hyperspace.
"Fifty ships," she mused aloud, her eyes narrowing. "They really think they can invade Viltrum with that?"
Without further hesitation, she launched herself into the sky, breaking through the atmosphere with incredible speed. The cold embrace of space welcomed her as she accelerated towards the incoming fleet.
As she approached the first ship, alarms blared within the vessel. The alien warriors scrambled to their stations, unprepared for the lone figure barreling towards them.
Anissa collided with the hull, her fists punching through the reinforced metal as if it were paper. She tore into the ship's interior, confronting armed soldiers who fired their weapons in panic. Energy blasts ricocheted off her invulnerable skin, her expression remaining cold and determined.
With swift, brutal efficiency, she dispatched the soldiers. Bones shattered under her blows, and cries of pain echoed through the corridors. She moved like a force of nature, unstoppable and unrelenting.
Reaching the command center, she found the ship's captain—a stern-faced wolfman who raised his weapon with trembling hands.
"Please," he stammered, "we are only fighting for our freedom!"
Anissa paused for a moment, her gaze hardening. "You chose the wrong planet to attack," she replied before incapacitating him with a single strike.
She considered sparing the female crew members she encountered, a flicker of empathy stirring within her but mostly offering them their lives if they could relieve her. But she knew the King's decree: complete annihilation. Mercy was not an option. It's not like she felt that much for them, if it were up to her they would at least be put to use in some sector in the empire or destroy them if they proved useless.
"Be gone," she whispered to one terrified armed wolfwoman before ending her life swiftly, the woman didn't even know when it happened. The weight of her actions pressed upon her, but she steeled herself. Duty above all.
One by one, the ships fell. Anissa tore through them with a combination of raw power and tactical precision. She ripped apart engines, causing vessels to implode. She disabled weapons systems, turning the enemy's firepower against them. The vacuum of space was filled with debris and silent explosions, a graveyard of metal and lost lives.
As she destroyed the final ship, a sense of hollow victory settled over her. The battle had been gruesome, but not challenging. The enemy's technology was inferior, and their strategies predictable. This was not the catharsis she had sought.
"All this," she muttered as she returned to her planet's orbit as the Viltrum destroyer ship opened up a door letting out some compressed air to receive her. As she surveyed the wreckage behind her, she continued, "Because someone couldn't finish the job properly. This is what happens when you flunk infantry world tactics and emotional intelligence classes. You don't just subjugate a people, tch." She hated cleaning after another Viltrumite's half victory. This was akin to helping fill in the answers for another person who is out there having fun without knowing they barely passed their exams. The Viltrumite network will inform the person anyway, and ranking points will be deducted. If you were going to subjugate a people, you would make sure their surrender is complete, and there are horrific ways to do that.
"Even without the advent of the new academy in Viltrum, one should use common sense to know when you are being told what you want to hear and the truth. That is why they had they had time to rebuild and kill Fortran. Call in the cleaning bots." Anissa said with a squeezed face, as she lectured the soldiers in the Viltrum destroyer ship.
Fortran was the Virtrumite sent to liberate the people who just dared to attack Viltrum. He sent word back to Viltrum about his mission success, but that was the last he heard from. The invasion attack confirmed his complete failure and death in his mission.
These invaders were remnants of a rebellion from a planet already conquered by Fortran. Cleaning up after others was not what she had envisioned for herself, especially not when her own frustrations loomed so large.
Returning to Viltrum, Anissa descended through the atmosphere, landing gracefully on the grand balcony of the academy. The students had witnessed her triumphant return and gathered eagerly, their faces alight with admiration.
"Anissa! You were incredible!" Lily exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe.
Even the mean girls—Selena, Katya, and Mia—stood among the crowd, their usual sneers replaced with expressions of respect.
"Perhaps we've underestimated her, she is really badass." Selena whispered to her friends.
'She's fucking strong. It's not everytime you get to see a Viltrumite in action, much more, a Viltrumite General. Dammnit just how far is the gap between me and her?' Selena thought as she clenched her fist. Her best friends, Katya and Mia could already tell what she was thinking by that gesture.
Anissa forced a smile, acknowledging the students with a nod. Inside, her crankiness simmered. The lack of true challenge in battle and her unresolved personal tensions left her feeling more on edge than ever. She wasn't trying to prove anything here, she was already a known celebrity and a powerful Viltrumite.
She made her way through the academy halls, students parting before her like a wave. Whispers followed her, tales of her prowess spreading rapidly.
"She's one of the prides of our race," a student remarked.
"To be taught by her is an honor," another added.
Anissa reached her quarters, eager for solitude. As she closed the door behind her, a soft knock sounded almost immediately. She was already beyond cranky and needed a destresser badly.
With a sigh, she opened it to find Lira standing there, her smile warm and genuine.
"I wanted to congratulate you in person," Lira said, stepping forward. "Your handling of the invaders was—"
Before she could finish, Anissa felt a surge of emotion override her restraint. The combination of battle adrenaline and her long-held frustrations culminated in a single, impulsive act.
She grabbed Lira's wrist, pulling her into the room and closing the door swiftly. Pushing Lira gently against the wall, Anissa looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation.
"Lira," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "I've been holding back for too long."
Lira's eyes widened slightly, but within them, Anissa saw not fear but understanding.
"Anissa..." Lira replied softly, her cheeks flushing.
Taking this as unspoken consent, Anissa leaned in, pressing her lips to Lira's in a fervent kiss. The world seemed to pause around them, the weight of Anissa's anxieties momentarily lifted.
Lira responded in kind, her hands finding their way to Anissa's shoulders. The kiss deepened, a silent communication of mutual longing and unspoken feelings.
After a moment, they parted slightly, both catching their breath.
"I've wanted this too," Lira admitted, a shy smile crossing her features. She couldn't believe that Anissa of all people was kissing her! If she were on earth it would be like Ryan Reynolds or Robert Pattinson or Chris Hemsworth or Michael B. Jordan.
Anissa felt a sense of relief wash over her, the tension within her easing for the first time in weeks. But still she wanted more.
"Then stay," Anissa said, her tone both a plea and a command.
Lira nodded, her eyes never leaving Anissa's. "I'm here."
Will Anissa's blue balls rut end in the next chapter?
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