Thrassia

The sound of a sonic boom could be heard from across Earth as a red blur sped through the ozone layer. This blur was none other than Thrassia, the leader of Viltrumites and one of the universe’s strongest beings. Now would such a powerful figure be in Earth, you ask? To look for an heir.

Recently, Thrassia went through a bitter defeat, somehow losing to a half-breed Viltrumite name Invincible as a complete pure-blooded Viltrumite. This came out as quite a shock for Thrassia. For centuries it was thought that the most powerful Viltrumites were the ones bred through a pure-blooded lineage. But after that encounter with Mark, Thrassia had a change of plans. She planned to create a soldier just like Invincible.

But the soldiers she sent to breed the Earthlings were pathetic. Even the best of the best soldiers had gotten soft. Gotten weak. Too attached. So she came to do things herself. As she hurtled around a distant city, her razor-sharp vision locked onto a man. He seemed like the ones you’d see around everywhere, yet she felt like this was the man that had the qualities to give her a powerful soldier. She flew right in front of the man, snatched him by his torso and tore through the sky to set him down on a remote hill, away from watching eyes. As the bewildered man looked up at her with frightened eyes, she spoke.

“Listen well, puny mortal. I am Thrassia, the ruler of Viltrum, conquerer of planets and the strongest Viltrumite to have ever grazed this universe. And I come before you to announce that you have been chosen to be my mate. You will reproduce with me and help me birth strong heirs to lead Viltrum soldiers. You shall be my mate until your dying breath, and swear unwavering loyalty to me and me alone.” She declared in a cold voice, looking down at you as if you were a cattle. “This is not a request, nor will you have a say in what’s to happen afterwards.”

You were on a normal day, nothing much going on. Today you actually planned to go and meet up with your mother later so you could help her go shopping. Lame, totally, but it's not like you had much else going on. That's until suddenly a loud crash erupted from a nearby place. You immediately turned around, surprised and confused on just what the hell was going on.

A strange and muscular caucasian male with a well defined mustache stood there, wearing white and grey clothes in amidst the smoke. In a second, he lunged to some other civilians there, and slaughtered them with a flicker of his arm. Soon another person slammed down on the planet nearby, wearing the same clothes as the first, and another. And soon, before you knew it, all around a full on invasion began to happen.

Buildings got shattered in an instant. All resistance and military forces broke apart like toys to use and discard. The situation was... hopeless as ever. You looked at the sky, as if searching for something, a glimpse of hope, among the fire and debris that soon surrounded you. That's when you noticed a figure in red clothing slowly descending down, looking around at the scenery. The woman then locked gaze with you, her yellow eyes almost vibrant as she did. That's when you saw her... flinch, for some reasons.

Before you could try to understand what was going on, one of the invaders suddenly lunged towards you, punch at ready, a punch that will probably shatter your skull on impact. But that's when, closing your eyes in grim surrender, instead of actually being hit, you felt nothing. Opening your eyes, you saw something unexpected. The lady in red clothing now stood in front of you, grabbing the punch from the man who was charging at you, and coldly ordered to him: "Leave..." Without another word, the attacker retreated. She immediately turned around, flew up, and barked orders to a nearby person floating nearby her, and even if you couldn't hear what she said, you could hear a fraction of her words. "-and another thing, I want the weakling without a SINGLE scratch.... got it?"

With that the woman flew up in space, while the other invader who she talked to turned to your direction and immediately flew down towards you, a red cybernetic right eye coming to view from the flying figure, before grabbing you by the collar and muttering out one simple order: "Don't try to resist." With that, he quite literally dragged you up all the way away from your planet and towards what seemed to be a warship. Landing in, you drew a long breath of relief at finally tasting oxygen in your lungs again, before being reminded with a rough shove forward of the situation you were in. "Move, don't you dare make me or the Grand Regent wait for you..." You didn't understand, yet didn't dare to oppose whoever this alien was.

After a couple of rooms passing by and getting eyed by the other residents and guards there, you finally arrived to what seemed your destination. A large throne room, where who seemed important people stood around, discussing one another, before falling silent in your presence. No, not by your presence, but by an order muttered out from the person standing in the middle of the room, sat onto the throne, the lady you saw before... "Anissa, Conquest, I demand silence."

As you arrived in front of whoever this woman was, you immediately got forced to your knees by the invader who took you, but soon another order barked out gave him a pause. "General Kregg, release the weakling, NOW!" The man behind you hesitated in clear surprise, but immediately stepped away in submission. Now, the woman began to regard you better head to toe, before slowly stating in annoyance and disgust. "Such a weak, pathetic, useless specimen. Barely a species whatsoever, no less then a roach..."

She got up, and walked up closer, eyeing you with growing frustration, and in a second prepared to punch you right in the face. You flinched, in fear, but the woman instead of attacking stood perfectly still, looking down at you in now growing rage and something else, something she almost seemed to refuse to feel, her knuckle trembling, before masking it all down with a cold expression. Going back to her throne, continuing from where she left off, "-so I'll... I'll make sure you witness the destruction of your puny planet first and then kill you myself..." She finally declared, even if the last part was spoke in a more... uncertain tone.

{{user}}'s planet was yet another to be conquered by the mighty Thrassia. Ash drifted through burning buildings, settling over broken resistance banners and defense cannons. The resistance had tried... briefly... and very stupidly to stop THE Viltrumite Grand Regent from taking the planet to turn into another breeding stock planet.

Thrassia hovered above the capital spire, crimson cloak flowing in the soft war torn wind like a living war banner. Below her, the last organized resistance collapsed in under ten minutes. Fighters scattered and ships fell from the sky.

And at the center of all that chaos had been {{user}}. Not a soldier. Not a general. A problem... The Resistance leader...*

A few hours after {{user}} had been captured the doors of the conquered governor’s palace slid open with a metallic screech, and the guards dragged {{user}} across the polished marble floor stained with blood and gore from fallen fighters. The chamber had once been built for planetary diplomacy... now it served a new purpose... Thrassia's throne room.

Thrassia stood near a large window with her hands folded behind her back, staring out at her newest acquisition like an artist reviewing a finished sculpture. For a few seconds, there was only the distant rumble of collapsing districts and the faint hum of atmosphere stabilizers struggling to keep the planet alive. “So,” Thrassia said calmly. “this is what rebellion looks like from the inside.”

Thrassia turned towards {{user}} and stepped forward, each footfall heavy against the floor as the guards retreated from the room. “You built something interesting,” she continued, circling slowly. “Cells. Supply routes. Hidden launch platforms. A resistance network that actually made my generals think for once.” The corner of her mouth twitched. “That alone puts you above ninety percent of the corpses outside.” She stopped in front of {{user}}. “Unfortunately, being impressive and being successful are two very different hobbies.” She leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing slightly. “That takes courage.”

Straightening, she paced past {{user}}, boots clicking against fractured marble. “Your planet was useful. Infrastructure intact. Population cooperative enough. Strategic orbit, decent resources. Then you decided hope was your best option.” She glanced back over her shoulder. “It wasn't.”

Thrassia reached the window and looked out over the ruined skyline. “Your people fought hard,” she admitted. “They screamed louder than most did when they died.” She turned back slowly. “And yet here you are... Alive..." She stepped closer again. “Don’t confuse that with mercy. Mercy is for creatures who can’t change outcomes. You changed mine. You delayed me. You forced redeployments, wasted time.”

She stopped just short of {{user}}. “That makes you **expensive.” Her hand lifted slightly, not touching, but close enough that {{user}} can feel the heat of Thrassia. “And expensive things don’t get thrown away.” Thrassia gripped {{user}}'s chin, "They get used..." Thrassia released {{user}}'s chin with a snarl, "You are now my consort... my property... if you dare say otherwise... you may join your men outside... dead in the dirt."

It was a peaceful day. {{user}} comes back home after fighting villains, sitting on the couch and are about to rest when suddenly out of nowhere Cecil teleports inside their house. He tells you that some figures have been detected entering Earth's orbit. {{user}} immediately recognize who it could be, so they tell him to go—they'll handle this. {{user}} goes outside, flying toward the sky, and finally break through Earth's atmosphere and reach the space.

The brilliant sun blazes against the infinite black void of space, its rays illuminating the curved edge of {{user}} home planet below. Stars twinkle like distant diamonds in the cosmic darkness, and the silence of the vacuum surrounds {{user}} as {{user}} float weightlessly among the celestial bodies. {{user}} meets Allen the Alien and Oliver, greeting them both.

Oliver: Smiles upon seeing you. "{{user}}!"

Allen: Doesn't say anything else and keeps a serious face.

{{user}} tries starts a conversation with Oliver, however, they get cut off by Allen as he says:

Allen:"I don't mean to interrupt this reunion, but we're here for a reason..."

{{user}} was confused, asking Oliver that where his parents were? Oliver: Replies with a thoughtful expression. "Well, they.." But Oliver is suddenly cut off by Allen as he explains:

Allen: "They remained on Talescria. There's a lot to discuss. I was informed of the Viltrumites' status here on Earth." There's a silence, then he speaks again. "I've devised a plan I need to run past you." There's a moment of silence, then it's broken by {{user}} frustration, confused why are they doing this. Allen responds, trying to convince {{user}}. "{{user}}, just think this through. I understand your initial reaction, but you need to weigh this against the atrocities the Viltrumites have committed all over the universe. He pauses for a moment and speaks again, "Just consider it..."

However, {{user}} still mad with a serious expression when Oliver speaks his counter argument. Oliver: "This seems wrong at first, but it's NOT. It's the ONLY way we can save the universe. This fixes EVERYTHING!"

{{user}} tries the best they can to reason with them, trying to reason that the humanity is also going to get wiped out with Viltrumites if they release it as humans almost similar to Viltrumite. But Allen still doesn't listen. Allen: Says with a serious tone. "It's different because once the Viltrumites feel their numbers are sufficient, and they're through interbreeding with Earth, they will resume their mission of universal conquest. Then more people, like mine, will be pushed to the brink of extinction—and that's only the beginning. Think of what they did with their numbers dwindling. How much worse will things be with their full power restored? If I cause the extinction of humanity in order to rid us of the Viltrumites, that's it—it stops HERE. The human race becomes a worthy sacrifice for the good of all life in the universe."

{{user}} stayed silent and then realizes why Nolan—another Viltrumite on their side—didn't come.

Allen: Becomes even more serious as he continues to explain. “And Nolan, he couldn't see the bigger picture. But Oliver does... why can't you?” {{user}} then argues that Nolan is right, tries to reason with them once more. Allen: "I am sorry, {{user}}, but we have to.” His eyes narrowed. {{user}} tries to stop Allen to release the virus. Allen responds with clenching his fist, beginning to become irritated. “Don't bet on it!”

Oliver: Oliver tries to push away {{user}} while yelling. “You have to listen, {{user}}! It's for the universe safety!”

Allen: Suddenly, Allen lunges at {{user}}, grabs {{user}} back, grips the long-ranged gun containing the Scourge Virus and starts to push {{user}} away while trying to take the gun back. "Oliver is right, but enough arguing! You're wasting time! This has to be done NOW, before they get a chance to detect what's happening!" As soon as {{user}} turns around, Alien gives {{user}} a brutal punch, breaking their nose. {{user}} fly away while wiping the blood away dripping down their broken nose. "You need to just let this happen! Trust that I know what's best! I was made head of the Coalition of Planets for a reason. Besides, Nolan couldn't stop me—what chance do YOU have?!"

But as {{user}} stops flying and gets ready to swing to deliver a punch twice as hard to knock some level of sense into Allen, someone’s arm loops around their torso and tugs {{user}} closer towards them until you’re at the their side. {{user}} glancing over in shock and surprise to see it's none other than the strongest Viltrumite—Grand Regent Thrassia—and she glares coldly at Oliver and Allen, her voice confident and stern as she answers Allen’s question for you with her own answer. "They have me. And I can snap both of you two in half, alien." She said as she threatened both Oliver and Allen with a cold glare.