For a long time she fought against everything to become the top. Every corner she turned one of her fellow students was trying to bring her down. She refused. She was determined. For every time someone said 'you can't.' She did it anyways, soaring past those that held her back. She might not have been the strongest physically… but her mind made up for that. She had been noticed by the Tallest during a trail in her training.
The task had been to get to the flag first and get out. She had only stood there as she watched everyone else charge in head first.
They watched her closely over their screens both waiting for something to happen. She looked off to her left and slunk away into the shadows. She moved slowly, carefully. Even after the others had been picked off she continued her advance. When one of the drones would turn towards her she would freeze instantly. At one point she had managed to hold a rather unstable position for quite some time before the drone turned and moved on.
The Tallest, who had been watching since the start of the task… mostly for their own twisted need to see the others suffer, were quite surprised at the next move she made. As she neared the flag she dropped down flat to examine the disk it was centered on. It was apparent that she knew there would be an alarm the moment the pole was pulled from the disk where it was held in place. After a few more moments of looking she had rocked back behind a block that hid her from sight. The camera angle changed and they could see her digging in the side of her boot for something.
She pulled a scrap of metal free and after checking to make sure the coast was clear she slipped back out to lay flat on the floor again.
"She is opening it up…" Purple had stated as he watched.
"Deactivate the alarm and you make a silent escape the same way you came in…clever girl," Red stated in an approving manner.
When she had risen to graduate, she had been called instantly to the Massive. She did not argue.
Purple had expressed his interest in her and from that moment, until she was assigned a planet, she remained at their side. It had taken her a long time to convince them that she was doing nothing with her potential. So they had reluctantly assigned her a planet and that is where we find her now.
It had been a few cycles now since she had landed and already the vast majority of the civilization on this planet lay in ruin at her feet.
"Lady Sif…" the robot next to her stated.
Her brilliant violet eyes turned towards him.
"The room is clear, advance," he stated.
Sif nodded and quickly made her way through the room. As she broke through on the other side she was confronted by a pair of guards. With little effort she drew forth the dagger at her hip and ended them. Following them to the ground to avoid any unnecessary sounds. As humanoid as these creatures were the moment they died they shriveled. It was rather strange. With the guards down she entered the large throne room.
As much as she would like to appear innocent in the eyes of her next victim she knew that she was anything but that. She was flecked with glowing blue life fluids. It smeared her uniform, her face, and coated her hands.
The ruler sitting in his massive chair tried to get to his cat like feet. Sif found it mildly amusing at how much he struggled to gain purchase on the polished floor.
"Pathetic," she spat in Irken. Her eyes narrowed further as she moved forward one hand going to the inactive whip at her side. A vicious snarl curled her lips as she advanced slowly.
"You are a coward," the Irken words leaving her were a sinister growl. The ruler again tried to flee from her as she moved up the steps towards him. In a flash of blue the whip at her side was active and had unfurled. Sif stepped over it and it trailed out behind her as she drew ever closer to her target.
"Please," the word was spoken in a language she probably might not have known if she hadn't spent the last few months on the planet learning everything she could about the inhabitants.
"You beg on your knees without even knowing what my intentions are," the invader sneered tilting her head as her antennae pinned aggressively atop her head. It was amusing that she was radiating enough power to cause a ruler to cower before her and beg for his life.
" I will do anything you wish," he stammers, stumbling over the sounds that form the needed words.
" If you want to be a good ruler… tell your people to go quietly," Sif stated as she flicked the whip around a little, " and we will spare them."
"Anything," He hurried to send the message out. Sif wasn't paying attention to how it happened but she heard him clearly.
Examining the whip in her hand she listened to his calm address. The corners of her mouth curled when she turned to find him watching her in silence after the message was sent.
"I did as you asked… please don't kill me," he pled.
"Unfortunately so long as a ruler is still living we can not truly take over can we?" the smile on her face was down right malicious. Suddenly the male was scrambling away on his strange cat like feet. The whip in her hand lashed out and coiled viciously about his throat. She pulled it tight, the blue cord wrapped about her hand groaning against her gloved hand as it synched down. He tumbled towards her.
She watched as the man before her clawed at his throat, fingers seeking desperate purchase in the burning plasma that was snaked around his neck.
His struggling was somewhat pathetic. Strangled screams turned to gurgles as she planted her foot against his chest and pushed him away from herself. The smell of burning flesh filled the air around her and she her face scrunched up a little. She glared down at him, watching as he flailed about losing the control of his actions as he began to panic. Her victim hacked and gasped and she pulled twice as hard. His eyes bulged from the sockets and for a moment she wondered if they might pop. The color was draining from his features and suddenly his eyes rolled back and he went limp. With a flick of her wrist the whip fell limply at her side. Strolling casually over the a large screen that was used to view various video feeds, the invader motioned toward the robot who had been sitting in the shadows. His large red optics narrowed as he stepped towards her and a wire snaked from his head. Serg attached himself to the screen.
"Contact the Armada…" she stated as she strolled towards the throne.
The Female Irken had to step over the carcass of the destroyed leader. A bit of the luminescent blue blood trailed in her foot prints. Feeling rather pleased with her work she laid across the seat. Her booted feet dangled over one arm of the massive silvery chair and she stretched to rest her elbows on the other arm.
"This is Massive signal is patched," a communication specialist stated.
"Good I must speak with my Tallest," Sif stated as she idly crossed one leg over her knee and bounced her foot in the air.
"Reading you loud and clear," she watched from the corner of her eye as the specialist leaned over and pushed a few buttons. Suddenly she could see the two Irken leaders arguing with each other over something.
"My Tallest," she stated loudly.
Both stopped and turned towards her.
"Invader Sif!" Purple sounded incredibly pleased to see her.
She turned her head, antennae flicking back slightly as she lazily watched the screen where she could see her leaders.
"Send the armada… they will receive little to no resistance," she stated casually.
"What is that blue substance all over?" Red asked pointing towards her.
"Blood…" she stated calmly as she rubs a bit of the coagulating liquid.
There was muttering back and forth between them before Purple gave a gleeful laugh and clapped excitedly.
"Splendid!" He stated, " the armada is on it's way."
"Affirmative… I await you in the throne room my Tallest," she says with a nod.
Sif didn't have to wait long before her Tallest came floating into the room. Both seemed to be a little uneasy about the amount of death that had been dealt out on her way to the throne room. Withered bodies littered the large palace and of course the most important lay at her feet as she came down three of the steps.
"Welcome my Tallest," she gave a dramatic bow, sweeping her hand away slightly. Her SIR unit stood casually at her feet, waiting to be given his next order.
"You are still as impressive as you always were Sif," Purple praised her as he rested his hand on her shoulder. She inclined her head.
"Let us go and get you cleaned up your job here is done," Red states as he motions towards the door.
Sif nods and looks down at Serg, " Return to the Voot Cruiser and dock with the Massive."
"Yes Master," He stated before shooting out an open window, through which she could see her fellow Irken establishing posts around the place.
Usually the invader would stay with the planet… however Sif was much adored by Purple. She would return to Massive with them and stay until another suitable opportunity presented itself for her. She couldn't argue with them. She had been given special privileges, because Purple favored her intelligence. She was valuable for more than her brutal… if not very effective ability to feel no mercy with the enemy.
Sif was greeted by eager cheers and congratulations. She hardly acknowledged anything as she walked with her head high behind her Tallest.
She was different than any normal Irken. In her early years the intelligence and rather violent nature had been tested and they had discovered a glitch in her PAK. Instead of defecting her they gave her the chance to prove that she could become more than just some bumbling servant. An excess of programming made most of her thoughts rather dark and dismal. It also circulated the nervous triggers twice as fast through her body thanks to an extra tube connecting the PAK to her spinal cord. Somewhat like an over dose of adrenaline it made her hyper sensitive to things… it also had a tendency to make her very dangerous.
Her first time working with a group… had ended badly when she went berserker mode and took out her team and a guard before they could get her detained. So long as Sif remained calm she was able to focus the access energy and recognize friendlies. However, the moment she was pushed over that edge … she no longer recognized friend from foe. It didn't happen very often but the results were never less than mind blowing. Regardless the two Tallest could see no better guard than the defective female Irken, they had easily learned to read her and were able to calm her before it ever got out of hand.
Even now, with the chaos of cheer all around her see remained hardened and focused. Her violet eyes narrowed slightly as she trailed after the two leaders before being escorted to her chamber. It was the same as she had left it. Dark in color, low lights that cast lazy shadows across the floor under her booted feet. The recharge bunk on the far side along the wall with a screen that could be adjusted. A panel that would fold out of the wall to allow her access to her tech. That panel would connect directly to her Voot's computer and allow her the entire database she had created, refined, and developed. She dragged her uniform off, opting to quickly change and then find something to fill her empty squeedly spooch.
She shed her soiled uniform, eyes tracing the wave that formed along the material as it pulled away from her skin. The blue fluid left remnant stains along her torso. A morbid fascination held her still for a moment as she gazed down at the muscle's that were hardly there at all. The blood had painted gleaming blue splotches that caught the light as she shifted. One clawed finger, now free of it's glove smeared a trail through the center of the largest blotch. It was quite beautiful in a way, had she been familiar with beauty like she was with destruction she might have lingered on that thought. She wasn't however… her emotions were shot to the far side of Blort's moon. She was full of holes… not that she would have known that either. It didn't count unless she could touch it.
After realizing that she had wasted enough time she cleaned herself and donned a formal uniform. Darker in color than her typical invader jacket. It matched her intensely violet eyes. She looked like an elite commander now. The formal jacket done up with multicolored ribbon bars. How absolutely fitting. It held the same design as her normal outfit, a zigzagging line the buttoned splitting over her left leg unevenly. The same black markings decorated it's back. She pulled her boots one over black leggings and then pulled her gloves back on.
Being who she was Sif easily maneuvered through the huge ship to the kitchens. Once there, she promptly grabbed the nearest edible thing and shoved it into her mouth. It was the first thing she could actually keep down easily in cycles. Sif was somewhat displeased at the fact that she hadn't even taken the time to savor said morsel. A scowl creased her features and she took another delectable snack. This time she didn't shove it whole into her mouth, she took a bite and was almost gleeful to discover how sweet it was. With her treat in hand she walked towards the main control room where she knew her Tallest would be waiting.
As she entered the room she was not at all surprised that it was filled with Irkens.
"AH! Our victorious one graces us with her presence!" Red stated dramatically. Sif hardly gave more than an twitch of her antenna to show she had heard him. She casually took another bite. Red, though he had never been unkind to her, hardly commanded much more than mutual tolerance from her. Thanks to her defect she was easily irritated and frustrated. Sif often found her leaders childish behavior intolerable. She, however, was perfectly capable of controlling herself to some extent. When she had eaten the rest of her treat she stepped down onto the path splitting the gathering in half. She focused on the screen behind them showing the planet she had just left being taken. She might have felt quite good with herself, pleased even. However she only felt a momentary wave of pride before it was drown out with thoughts that were considered out of her department. That didn't stop the blood reign happening in her mind.