She took a deep breath, opening the door smoothly and stepping inside the quiet bathroom. Selena stood stiffly, glaring defiantly yet nervously, fists clenched at her sides.
Selena prepared herself as she rested her palm above her breasts as if to calm her heart for what was to come. No one had disturbed her in her daily routine so far, and she made sure of it. But today was something she clearly couldn't foresee happening and had to calm herself again. There could only be a certain type of person who would make her closest friends move.
A Viltrumite.
"Selena," Anissa began evenly, stepping forward slowly. "We need to talk."
Selena crossed her arms defensively, eyes narrowing. "About what? Didn't we already finish our conversation?"
Anissa held her gaze firmly. "You know very well we didn't."
Selena tensed further, emotions warring openly on her face. "Fine, then speak."
Anissa stepped closer, lowering her voice. "I'm not here to fight, Selena. I know you hate us—Viltrumites, the empire, probably me personally. But your hatred will get you killed sooner or later."
Selena's eyes flickered angrily. "What would you know about how I feel?"
"More than you think," Anissa replied quietly, surprising even herself with her honesty and newfound empathy, but to have empathy in this situation would require a similar experience of some sort relating to the other person. Perhaps it was during the Civil War? She lost and had to kill people she grew up with? "But if you continue down this path, you won't survive. You can't win this fight—not alone, not like this."
Selena's defiant stare softened just slightly, uncertainty flickering behind her fierce expression. "And what? You care about my survival now? Why?"
Anissa hesitated briefly, searching herself. "I don't know yet," she admitted honestly, "but letting you die would be a waste."
Silence hung heavily between them. Selena swallowed hard, finally relaxing her clenched fists. "Then what do you want from me?"
"For starters," Anissa said calmly, stepping closer, "I want you to trust me enough to share your anger, your thoughts. If you truly hate me... hate us, tell me openly why. Maybe I'll even listen. It will be better that I know of this rather than any other Viltrumite lest your actions be reported to the council."
Selena stared at her suspiciously, clearly torn between stubborn pride and desperate hope. Eventually, she nodded very slowly.
"Fine," Selena whispered. "I'll think about it."
"Good," Anissa said quietly, feeling strangely relieved. She stepped back slowly, turning to leave. "I'll be waiting."
She walked out quietly, leaving Selena alone to consider their conversation.
Outside the bathroom, Anissa breathed a quiet sigh. Somehow, talking openly with Selena felt oddly right, even necessary. Maybe—just maybe—they could find a way to bridge this impossible divide.
And maybe, finally, something different might change on Viltrum itself.
A small transparent camera ball was watching them, documenting the footage and transporting it to a screen far, far away, dimensions away even.
"Interesting, interesting indeed." The figure behind the scene, surrounded by six flying figures, watched with great interest.
"To think that such a thing is happening in the Viltrum Empire? Could this be the original timeline? I have not seen this kind of development before. Hahahaha, oh wait for me. I will come to collect." The figure chuckled slowly with their hands clasped together.
The next day,
In the throneroom of the Grand Regent, General Kregg finished his report on the new Viltrum academy. The one-eyed, bespectacled Viltrumite read through a borderless see-through tablet to the strongest member of the Viltrum race, Thragg.
The gamble on the academy seemed to be going well so far, as Thragg nodded slowly after each pause from General Kregg, digesting the information being shared. On the right side of his throne was the crown of the former king of those aliens who dared to invade Viltrum's orbit like a trophy.
"…And that girl you told me to keep an eye on. She is acting just as you said she would. She is very spirited and has already taken the mantle of leadership in her class. Being not only strong in body but mind as well." General Kregg added swiping over to another section of his report after his general report on the academy.
The Grand Regent simply closed his eyes in thought as he closed his powerful fist to rest his chin on. Opening his eyes, he gestured his right hand man to continue, being absolutely sure that what he shared was the truth and nothing but the truth according to his findings.
"Although she got lost in her growing temper again and challenged General Anissa to combat." General Kregg paused and raised his head to see the Grand Regent's expression change from stoic to fairly surprised, with a raised eyebrow barely causing a wrinkle to form on his forehead.
"Did she…?" The Grand Regent asked, knowing that in his position, anyone asking for a challenge was asking for their death. Even his Generals shared his ego, except if it was an agreed spar, only then would one leave that challenge alive.
"Fortunately enough for her, she breathes or General Anissa would have broken Article 6, paragraph four, page 79 of the Viltrum social and combat laws and be subject to a short hearing of the council and final judgement from the Grand Regent, which usually results in a permanent sentence." General Kregg said, and could almost swear that he saw his Grand Regent relax his shoulders.
The Viltrumite, or the half-Viltrumite in question, was the daughter of someone he would call a very close friend of his, just like General Kregg. The common denominator between this mysterious friend of his and his closest ally and friend as well, General Kregg, was the fact that they weren't afraid in the beginning to ever express themselves completely in front of him. Most admired or feared his strength, and was used to being treated a certain way even before he was Grand Regent, it was like he was bred for greatness.
When he heard that one of the Viltrumites who betrayed the cause was his friend, Caine, he was greatly disturbed. He had already ordered their execution and couldn't take back his order now or risk losing the firmness of his word.
There were many Vilrtrum prisons in different Galaxies to hold powerful resisting elites of conquered planets that may be of use, or in this new case, defaulting Viltrumites. It was very confusing to Thragg why someone he knew as well as he knew Kregg would do something like this. He had to see his friend and get the answers directly, just as General Kregg assumed, it could have been a disease or something, these alarming numbers of Viltrumites betrayed the cause.
When he wanted to leave to see why his friend committed such an act, he, of course, wanted to find out only to have General Kregg urge him not to, since even they too are trying to understand why this would happen en masse. Kregg didn't let Thragg go alone without letting General Luka follow along and left the safety of Viltrum to General Anissa, the high council and their advanced warfare technology.
"Fine." Thragg said, conceding to General Kreggs' advice, that in the vast expanse of space, it was better to be safe than sorry.
"But inform the prison and Caine to get ready for my arrival, since you will have General Luka accompany us, and both of you can't keep up with my speed, you will ready a warship for our departure." Thragg added as a matter of fact. He wasn't bragging about his flight speed in space, as he was the strongest and fastest Viltrumite. Besides, time to ponder the betrayals so far was much needed to reflect on the journey as well. The welfare and advancement of his race always occupied his mind after all.
On meeting, reaching the prison, the warship that ferried three powerful Viltrumites connected its drawbridge to the prison's airlock gate as the airlock on the warship opened with a loud hiss. General Kregg and Luka walked through first, welcomed by a line of honor guards on both sides, all from planets liberated in the name of the Empire.
The Grand Regent's towering, muscular figure hovered forward with his fists folded at his sides, his cape flowing behind him, and the symbol of the Empire on his chest, a regalia feared and respected in most parts of the universe. With his presence, the honor guard kneeled in respect to their leader, their heads bowed, their staff weapons held straight in their hands.
Thragg looked around the prison and released a short breath through his nostrils without disturbing his finely cut moustache. General Kregg requested for Caine's cell as one of the honour guards led them to a large cell. As the cell door shifted open, a frowning Viltrumite, unbound, stared at one Viltrumite in particular.
"Grand Regent!"
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