Conquer[1]

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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[▪︎10th March 2003▪︎]

[▪︎Prime Tower, Los Angeles▪︎]

"Good, I'm going down."

I say and walk to the elevator and enter it. The elevator closes and within a few moments, it stops at the floor and opens.

A large and spacious floor comes into view. The glassy walls and floor are painted white and there are numerous rows of display cases running along the length of the floor.

Inside of them are three-meter-tall burly robots that are jet black with a small blue-black circle in the middle with intricate grey lines extending from it to every part of the bodies.

This whole floor is the mini-storage of my penthouse and these robots are called [Takers]—robots designed to help me in the conquest of planets.

They were created using alloys of some of the rarest metals from home and nanotechnology, making them extremely durable and strong.

The circle in the middle is their energy source—a nuclear core— and this produces enough energy to power up a city for weeks.

Using nanotechnology, they can morph their limbs into weapons of various categories and can shoot concentrated blasts of energy from them.

One important feature about them is the fact that they can self-repair on the battlefield using materials they find there, making them virtually unkillable.

The only way they can die is if you incinerate them completely or destroy the core—the circle in the middle—and that's easier said than done.

I haven't tested them yet but from the thousands of simulations done, one [Taker] can take over an entire city.

They are personal supersoldiers and today is their big debut.

As I walk along the spaces between the rows and observe them, the elevator suddenly opens and Crysela who is wearing thigh-high jeans and a crop top with sneakers enters.

"What's the matter?"

I ask without facing her, but I can sense the eager smile on her face and her calm aura.

"The Queen says I should inform you that something came up so she'll be here next week."

She informs as she comes to stand next to me, tickling my nose with her sweet fragrance.

A week... should be enough.

I nod and tap a button on my suit, making all the cases slip open.

"Are you going to battle? Please let me come with you, I'm getting bored from beating up mediocre thugs."

She requests and looks at my face with a bloodthirsty smile on her pretty face and starts rubbing herself on me.

Hehe, who would've thought the woman who hated men to her very core will become a nymphomaniac—just for my rod though—she's addicted to it.

At first, she was terrified just by looking at me, but with time that terror turned into reverence after some modifications and psychological machinations.

I just programmed her mind so that she won't even be able to think of betraying me not less try to do it and with some reverse psychology and with constant dicking, she's totally mine from head to toe.

Even breaking the blood oath won't change that.

Since she has no skills in anything other than fighting, I just gave her a suit and told her to run wild in Los Angeles to satiate her bloodlust and boredom.

After all, I can't let my precious sla— subordinate's mental health deteriorate.

So normally, she's either in the penthouse or she's running around as a hero roughing up any villain that crosses parts with her or picking up groceries and normal household stuff.

"No, this is something way above your limits."

I look at her and reply, making her crestfallen.

With a sly smile on my face, I cup her chin up with my fingers and bend slightly to her height near her ears.

"Don't worry, when I'm back I promise you we'll have a lot of fun."

I whisper sensually, making her moan quietly as her body squirms.

"Yes, Master."

She says in a lustful tone as I straighten up, her face red with misty eyes, rubbing her thighs together.

"Good, if that's all then you can go. I have things to do."

I dismiss her and she bows and leaves after flashing me a crazed smile, sensually shaking her hips as she goes.

"Seraph it's time."

I say and wait as the faces of all the [Takers] flash red.

|Activating all Takers. Voice control locked successfully. Ready to launch.|

She says as all of them, leave their cases and stand on the smooth floor, their blank faces glowing an ominous red.

The display cases either sink into the floor or the wall, leaving me in an open space surrounded by thousands of robots.

Looking all around me, at their towering and awe-inspiring strong metallic figures, a dark smile etches on my face.

...Now, it's time to conquer.

•☆•☆•

[▪︎Planet Vestas, The Zxrus System▪︎]

In front of me, a few kilometers away is a giant green planet—twice the size of Earth— with numerous towering futuristic skyscrapers longer than Burj Khalifa dotting the surface.

Three large moons: one red, one grey, and the other black and mechanical can be seen orbiting around the planet.

Spaceships can be seen moving all about from the planet, the moons especially the mechanical one, and the mountain-sized space station a few meters away from my position.

The Planet is Planet Vestas, the home capital of the Xyrians—the blue-skinned aliens from before.

They are a race that is almost entering the Type-two range according to the Kardeshevs scale and they are located in a galaxy very far from the Milky Way.

They just developed hyperdrive systems so they are expanding across their neighboring star systems. It's by chance that, the fleet from earlier today, managed to travel to the Milky Way.

The crew of the ship don't even know it was a different one.

They have a useful superpower called [Technopathy]. The ability to interact and control technology and they do this using their antennae.

They are going to be a valuable asset to The Prime Imperium.

Suddenly, a military-grade spaceship flanked by numerous smaller transportation-grade spaceships stops a few meters away.

It spews a ray of light that condenses to form a holographic image of a somewhat middle-aged Xyrian in a military bodysuit.

It starts speaking and as it does, subtitles form underneath him. Since I extracted their language from the previous crew, the words make sense to me.

Basically, he's asking who I am, my race, my affiliation, and what my business is here.

Sorry pal, but today is not your lucky day at all.

Shaking my head, I stretch my hands toward the ship and swing it in a horizontal arc.

An invisible arc of concussive force sweeps toward them and cuts through the fleet, making the explode into flames.

With a thought, numerous large portals appear all around me and the [Takers] pour out of all of them.

Without wasting a second their arms morph into cannons and thrusters form at their backs and feet, then they rush towards the incoming spaceships.

As they engage the battleships in showers of plasma beams and energy blasts, I turn in the direction of the space station.

From my position, I can see hundreds of spaceships and machines docking out and diving toward our position.

First things first cripple their strategic advantage.

I immediately stretch my hands towards it and start closing my palms together. I feel a strain or resistance but by increasing the effort, it diminishes considerably and the Station starts to change—its figure starts compressing.

Slowly, with blasts of explosions, the station shrinks and compresses downwards and by the time my palms touch, the once tall and cylindrical space station is now an uneven humongous ball of metal.

Clicking my teeth, and with considerable effort, I hurl it towards the mechanical moon at high speeds.

It impacts it and then a chain of explosions set off, adding to the chaos and making sure that it doesn't interfere in the fight.

I turn back and notice all of the spaceships in flames and pieces, and then with a wave of my hand, other portals form again.

As they rush through them, I create another portal in front of me and rush inside it, and appear in front of a red planet that has numerous industrial facilities across its surface.

I raise my left arm vertically upwards and after locking my senses on hundreds of meteorites and asteroids, hundreds of kilometers away, let it fall.

At blinding speeds, hundreds of meteorites and asteroids rain toward the planet and as they enter the atmosphere, their speed increase, and they turn into fiery orbs of destruction.

A cruel smile draws on my face as they bombard the surface of the planet and create sky-high explosions akin to mushrooms all across the surface of the planet.

With this, the capital is set. When I contact my agents, the battle will end and I'll have the capital.

From there, the rest of the planets will follow, and hopefully within a week everything will be mine.

...I have serious work to do.

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