*Vilgax POV*
*Location: Siruan, Capital City*
*Date: 5046th Rotation/2001 Earth Year*
Loading myself into the spear, I adjusted the angle I would be launched in, going in as close as possible to the Viltrumite currently destroying the city and my machine. Sitting down, I twirled my various weapons around, unsure if I should use them or not, both wanting to kill this wretched little being but also wanting to see if all that training was worthwhile. Then there would be the feeling of crushing this man's skull in my hand, squeezing his head until it popped like a balloon.
Activating the launch sequence, the computer counted down from ten, my warrior drone getting more and more destroyed as each second passed. By the time my sphere was launched, the battle was over, and the Viltrumite was eyeing my ship, probably believing it to be an unmanned drone or something like that. That was what most battles between the Viltrumite Empire and my own looked like, especially if they encountered a Viltrumite, with the battle usually taking no longer than a week at best.
This time, though, they would learn true fear as I fed this man to my dogs. It has been a while since they had fresh meat after all, and they have been good lately, so they do deserve a treat. Either way, as my sphere launched into the air, I could feel it spinning rapidly outside as I hoped the Viltrumite caught wind of it, perhaps showing it to my ship in arrogance, saying something about how this was a pathetic attempt at killing him or mimicking their might.
Eventually, my sphere was caught before it could hit the ground, and I could feel vibrations run through it as my enemy squeezed down on it. I could hear him mocking me outside, albeit it was muffled, so I couldn't tell what he was saying, but people's arrogance, especially a Viltrumite's, speaks volumes for themselves. I smiled as the sphere opened up, revealing my full intimidating figure to the outside world. Instead of slowly rising out of it, I darted out of it and grabbed the Viltrumite by the throat as he looked on in shock, probably surprised by my sudden appearance.
Pushing my full weight onto them, I dived down to the ground, the Viltrumite whose name I hadn't learned, struggled to free himself. He's hand grabbed hold of one of my massive arms, trying but failing to rip it off. It didn't last long, though, as we both crashed and landed onto the surface, with him spitting out blood mixed with saliva as my full weight crashed onto him.
I began repeatedly hitting him, over and over, using my massive form to cause great damage to him. With each blow, I could tell he was trying to get up, to counterattack and bring me into the air, where he'll have teh advantage. Unfortunately for him, though, I wasn't going to let this happen as I grabbed his leg and lifted him up into the air upside down. He spat at me as he rapidly began to fly away, pushing my feet against the ground as he did so, trying to lift me up into teh air. I, however, already knew he would try something like this and grabbed the ground with my other hand, keeping hold.
I then turned around and, using all my strength, slammed his body against the ground, causing a large hole to form as I did so.
"Pathetic, is this what the Viltrumite Empire sends to conquer planets, this pathetic soldier in front of me who barely knows how to fight!" I said as I let go of him, standing over his body, now broken as he turned himself around, giving me a good look at his face.
While he didn't resemble the one who conquered my world, his face was similiar enough to enrage me. He had a black mustache that was standard amongst his kind, at least from the few sources I've gathered and...and somewhere else. The mind was a funny thing; over time, one begins to forget things they don't wish to, and I knew I was forgetting, but I didn't know what; it had something to do with a planet called...Earth, I believe.
No matter what, at this moment, all I wanted to do was kill this man, to rip his insides out and bring his still breathing corpse to my ship. To sail across teh cosmos with his body always bleeding out but healing at the same time, each time he got close to trying to escape, to repeat the process. That is my hatred for this despicable species, all stemming not just from my world, but the worlds they destroyed, the worlds left decimated because of them and their slave species.
"Y-You think I am one of the strong ones? Laughable, I am but a mere scout, one of the few Viltrumites s-sent out to conquer weak worlds like-" I grabbed his throat before he could do anything, stopping him mid-sentence.
"Yet I defeated you, broke your body, and all the while my unmanned drones go across the galaxy, conquering worlds left unprotected by you."
"I will do this over and over, continuing my crusade across the galaxy until your feeble empire is crushed under my boot!"
I then loosen my grasp on him, wanting to hear what this pathetic being has to say.
"Y-You really think you will succeed? Countless civilizations have tried to fight against u-us, each one of them failed, especially once we sent him!"
"Conquest will tear you-" I squeezed once more, stopping him from rambling, not wanting to hear more about this figure.
The truth of the matter was, I learned enough about this Conquest individual to form a somewhat decent plan, which involved several sound-based weapons, a specialized EMP pulse for his mechanical arm, and the upgrade I've been working on. Alongside the hounds I have started breeding recently, those beasts tore through Rognarr bones as easily as they breathed.
"I know all about Conquest, and yet it is fascinating to see such devotion to your own kind, one whose name is but a purpose, a true living weapon for you to simply aim and shoot."
Before I could contiune, he slammed his fist against my arm with far more strength than I expected, before I could hear his bones snap back into place as he forced himself back together. I could tell that his body was severely damaged, and what he just did didn't help his situation. He was now bleeding pretty much all over his body, and rapidly losing more. In fact, if I were being honest, I had little doubt he wouldn't survive the next hour, let alone the rest of the day.
Yet each strike was delivered with such force, I would've mistaken him for a different Viltrumite. Still, though I held onto him, squeezing his throat and actually began choking him, cutting off his airway instead of just shutting him up. I leaned my arm that was holding him back, then slammed him into the ground again. No matter what he did, I never let go, no longer wanting to keep alive to torture, my rational side winning out and choosing instead to study his corpse.
Even if he's body is broken beyond all measure, it will still hold fascinating data on how to improve my physical form beyond cybernetics, which can be destroyed with the right tools. Right now, though, they will do, as eventually I had formed a gigantic crater using his body, right in the middle of this planet's capital city, I believe. I shook his body a few times to make sure they weren't alive, and once I was satisfied began dragging him up the hole, as I made my way toward my ship, ready to leave this planet.
As a few of the planet's inhabitants approached me, probably trying to get my attention. Most were hostile as they threw rocks at me, shot at me with odd-looking weapons that barely grazed me, and some even gained the courage to try to fistfight me. I ignored it all, though, as I stood underneath my ship as a platform came down, ready to transport me back to my ship.
Lifting into the air, I looked on and saw the destruction the two of us had inflicted on the city, the chaos and mayhem. I saw my drones currently disassembling the warrior drone and other scouts to be reused, making sure to gather all the parts to do so and not leave a trace of us here.
Honestly, back when I was...far more naive and innocent, I would've wept seeing all this destruction and chaos. The people crying, the people mourning dead friends and family members, the parents, their children, holding onto their bodies tightly, begging their god to save them. I did not shed a tear, nor did I ask my own god for mercy, for I didn't deserve it, nor did I want it. I knew that his path would be bloody and long, full of pain and regret.
I knew that the survivors who fled my world, the ones who chose to evacuate the planet instead of bowing, would hate me, would look at me with horror at the man who helped save their lives so long ago. Once the lift entered my ship, I handed the corpse to a few medical drones for analysis, hoping to gain some suitable information from them and to further perfect my weapons against the Viltrumite Empire.
I walked through my ship, the cold metallic walls welcoming me as a few free medical drones came over me to treat the few wounds on my body. I let them do so, but truthfully, I didn't need it, and once I entered the cockpit and sat down, I punched in new coordinates of the next planet I planned on visiting, a small, dead world that my scanners sensed a strange energy from, one that I had been wanting to exploit for a long time.
"Prepare for launch to Keros-9, a dead world with dead magic ready to be studied and reused.