Above the outer hull of the Emperor's dreadnought. In the heart of the harsh, freezing void.
The two stood in absolute readiness. Their eyes fixed on the enemy, waiting for a single opening… a tiny crack in the armor of the Orionian ship, which was desperately and blindly attempting to shoot down millions of suicide drones.
"Finally… I was dying of boredom watching that metal junk do my job. When is this wretched shield going to collapse?" Roxy rolled her neck. A series of dry, sickening pops echoed. A savage smile devoured her features. She began swaying from side to side, performing light warm-up stretches, waiting for any reaction from Kaori.
But Kaori remained like a statue. Silent. Her eyes completely closed, her hand moving with deadly calm to rest on the hilt of her sheathed sword.
The Orionian ship burned under the pressure. Then… it happened. A section of the armor collapsed. A small breach tore open amidst the explosions.
In the blink of an eye, Kaori moved. She darted silently toward the space penetration pod, exploiting the path cleared by the drones and gliding toward her target with surgical precision.
As for Roxy? She ignored her pod entirely. Her smile widened until it nearly split her face. She lowered her center of gravity, pressed her feet against the ship's hull, and then… she jumped.
A single leap sliced through the cold vacuum. She launched like a human missile, bypassing the pods entirely. Reaching the apex of her jump, she brought her body down in a crushing motion like a falling giant axe. She slammed directly into the left flank of the Orionian ship, tearing through the hardened steel as if it were wet paper.
"What human dares breach our domain?!" screamed an Orionian general. His face was pale, trembling amidst the wreckage of his ship's armor, brandishing his weapon alongside a full squad of giant soldiers surrounding Roxy.
"Humans?" Roxy's smile widened, baring her teeth. "These humans will annihilate you on the spot, you bastards!"
She smashed her fists together with frenzied enthusiasm. A terrifying shockwave reverberated. A brutal sonic blast hurled the giants backward. She gave them no chance to recover. She charged forward, laughing madly. She began shattering skulls and crushing chest plates with her bare hands, the savage grin never leaving her face.
On the other side, Kaori's pod had already breached the structure, crushing two soldiers beneath its heavy metal. Pressurized steam hissed from the pod, blinding the entire Orionian squad. The smoke gradually dissipated. Before them stood a woman with Japanese features and long dark hair, standing with deadly calm. Her eyes were completely closed, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.
The squad raised their plasma weapons. "Don't you dare take a single step, woman!" one of the soldiers shouted fearfully, as everyone prepared to open fire.
Kaori opened her eyes. A silver flash. She drew her blade a single inch from its sheath in the blink of an eye… then snapped it shut with a soft click. She closed her eyes again. She turned and walked calmly toward the exit.
Behind her? Hundreds of soldiers. Giants ranging from two to four meters tall. Lifeless corpses, and severed heads bleeding cascades of blue blood. An overwhelming force, annihilated in a split second by a petite woman barely half their size.
Meanwhile, an encrypted signal reached the throne room above Uranus: the first half of Operation "The Emperor's Epic Wrath" was a success. The "Total Blindness" strategy had paid off; millions of suicide drones had crippled the enemy's defensive capabilities and created a dense belt of space debris that choked their vision systems, opening clean gaps for the commanders.
The Emperor raised his hand. That was the signal. Eve received it, initiating the second phase. Hundreds of space pods pierced the newly opened gaps in the ship. An army of Imperial robots poured out, launching a systematic massacre to assassinate the high command and eliminate the remaining soldiers in the corridors.
Inside the ship, the contrast was terrifying. Roxy took the longest routes possible. She deliberately extended the distance to increase her body count and satisfy her bloodlust. She snapped necks in full semicircles, shattered bones, and left behind nothing but a paste of white flesh drenched in blue blood. Meanwhile, Kaori took the shortest route. She killed only the bare minimum, closing distances with silent, ghostly steps.
Until she finally stood before the steel doors of the main hall. The bridge.
The ship was dying. It had lost its defensive systems. The millions of suicide drones had formed a dense belt of debris around the hull. Visibility was zero. Total blindness in the void.
Inside, General Madi Roll gasped in shock. Cold sweat covered his Orionian pride. He slammed the emergency shutdown button, sealing the bridge entirely behind titanium walls. He thought he had stopped Kaori. He thought he had bought some time.
But… suddenly. The impenetrable steel doors slid open with terrifying fluidity. It wasn't magic. The ship's entire digital infrastructure had been breached. Eve's infiltrator bots had just slaughtered all the Orionian cybersecurity experts in the control rooms. The ship was now completely under the Solar System Empire's control.
Out of the smoke, Kaori appeared. She strode forward with slow, confident steps, her eyes still closed.
In a desperate move, General Madi Roll raised his personal weapon and aimed it at her head. He pulled the trigger. Nothing. The weapon was dead. Its digital display was blank. It had been hacked.
As Kaori sashayed toward the panicked general... a deafening explosion rang out from the other side. The second door to the bridge was blown off its hinges. A single blow from Roxy's fists had ripped it from its roots. Roxy leaped into the air, lunging toward the general with a maniacal laugh.
At that moment... Kaori opened her eyes. A cold silver flash sliced through the air.
The Emperor's instructions were sacred and clear: General Madi Roll was not to be killed. The goal was to keep him at the absolute bare minimum of life.
Kaori did not sever his arm randomly. Instead, she targeted the most critical, pain-inducing nerve cluster in Orionian anatomy. She severed it with a surgical strike, ensuring the General would experience the utmost, pure agony without losing consciousness. The General's scream tore his own vocal cords.
Then, it was Roxy's turn. She rained down a barrage of brutal, indiscriminate blows on his colossal body. She broke his ribs. She crushed his joints. She savagely shattered every limb to ensure complete paralysis. She left him as nothing but a heap of mangled white flesh and bone, pulsing with blue blood.
What remained of General Madi Roll, the absolute pride of Orion, was tossed like a bloody rag into a special detention pod. The destination? The planet Uranus.
To be dragged as a broken prisoner of war… to meet the Emperor.
Viscous drops of blue blood splattered against the reflective black floor.
General Madi Roll regained consciousness, assaulted by a soul-shredding pain. He tried to move... but the heavy clanking of thick chains echoed. He swallowed the bitter reality in a single second: his giant body was shackled, his arm was severed, and he had only one eye left to witness this hell.
He raised his heavy head with extreme difficulty. Before him, on a throne that seemed to swallow the light itself, sat the Emperor. He wasn't angry. He wasn't agitated. He sat with absolute, suffocating arrogance. He rested one foot on the edge of the throne, his cheek propped against his fist in deadly boredom. And on his face... a purely sadistic smile was etched, relishing the utter destruction of Orion's greatest general.
But the terror wasn't confined to the tyrant alone. Around him, in a formation dripping with oppressive authority, stood eight shadows. Eight disasters incarnate as women, their auras pressing down on the hall so heavily it felt like they were crushing the general's lungs.
To the Emperor's right stood a blonde woman with features as sharp as a blade. Stern and serious to a terrifying degree, she stared at the broken general with a gaze entirely stripped of any human emotion.
Beside her, a pristine white lab coat glowed. A woman with blue hair and sapphire eyes pushed her glasses up her nose with obsessive curiosity, eagerly awaiting the Emperor's approval to begin dissecting and studying him.
From another angle, a crimson flash caught his single eye. A woman with fiery red hair and blood-red eyes. Her savage smile widened to reveal her teeth as she clapped her fists together with mad enthusiasm, practically vibrating for the order to shatter what remained of his bones.
In stark contrast, a captivating woman with authentic Arab features stood quietly. Her straight black hair flowed like silk. She wore a mysterious half-smile, akin to the Mona Lisa. Her gaze was gentle and enchanting, yet it dripped with a bitter poison that paralyzed the mind.
Behind her, a deadly calm. A woman wearing a traditional Japanese kimono. Her long hair was jet-black. Her face was completely devoid of expression. She stood with icy discipline, her hand hovering near her blade—a statue carved from honor, blood, and the wrath of a true samurai.
Beside her swayed a woman with white hair, the ends tinged in pale blue. She gazed at the spilled blue blood with utter fascination, smiling a frightening smile as if drawing inspiration from his torment for a new surrealist painting, craving to paint his humiliation with her brushes.
Suddenly, the heavy atmosphere was pierced by a woman with tanned Latin skin and short blonde hair. She stood in a highly stylized pose, smiling boldly with radiant vitality and eyes shining like stars. She winked playfully, acting as if billions of followers were watching a live broadcast of this wretched general's humiliation.
And finally, in the far corner... a terrifying, angelic calm. A woman with hair the color of fresh spring leaves. Her eyes were closed. She was completely still, radiating a peace that stood in brutal, sickening contrast to the pool of blood in which the general knelt.
A heavy silence choked the hall.
The Emperor leaned forward slightly. His sadistic smile widened to reveal his fangs, and he whispered in a voice that rattled inside the general's cracked skull:
"Welcome to hell… Orionian."