I'm back lovelies! This story was a request by CartoonCouples101 and it is gonna be CCCRRAAAZZZYYYY! XD Hopefully I won't (finally) be kicked off for the later chapters. haha! I hope you all enjoy. I am still getting used to the whole Sci-Fi genre so you get to see me grow with that. If any of you have suggestions/tips for Sci-Fi writing PLEASE message me. Chapter 2 will be much longer than this intro and should be up soon. Without further ado, enjoy~
On their return journey from Earth, the Pictonian army had a lot to discuss. Their initial plan of intergalactic domination had be thwarted by an odd ball team of nations, the leader (though he did not look the type) being a very cheerful yet easily frightened fellow with an interesting ability to see without his eyes open. Not that the Pictonians naturally had eyes themselves, but they had always assumed that should a species possess them, they were necessary. Their own leader, their Princess, had held the face-making treasure given to her as a gift from the Earth nation the entire journey back into their side of the Universe, making plans of spreading its wonders throughout the planet.
Unfortunately it was not to be. None of their plans were. Looking back now, many of the Pictonians wished that they had conquered Earth, if only to have another strong hold in their command. As it was when they returned to their home planet only to find it completely over taken by an invading force, they were taken aback and depressingly outmatched. The High Prince Petierre Dallema, was the leader of the Révoluti Fleet. His father, the King, was back on his home planet, though this recent victory had encouraged him to take certain steps to rid him of a longer wait for the throne. He quickly captured the Princess and held her captive as the Picto planet fell to the power to his forces.
"I should thank you, Princess." He spoke in a language far different than the common Pictonian. However the Princess could almost make out his words, as his speech patterns were similar to a few of the languages she had heard on Earth. "Had you and your...crew," he paused for a disgusted chuckle. "though it seems ridiculous to call a ship with this few members even that. But I digress. Had you not decided to conquer the Earth planet, I may not have been inspired to try my own hand at the conquest game. Your planet is not the first in this quadrant of the galaxy to become mine and it shall not be the last." The Princess gripped her marker tightly in her hands.
"We do not think that way anymore." She stated calmly. "Our people have learned much from the Earthling nations. Of peace." Petierre laughed viciously. He gripped his thick, hide covered, uniform as he regained composure.
"What good is peace, Pictonian, if all the people want is violence?" He pressed a combination of buttons on his nearby stand before multiple video feeds appeared. The majority of the feeds showed animals and beasts, most of which the Princess had never seen and never wished to see again. They were apparently caged, or at least restrained for the moment, but still lashing about as their keepers attempted to clean around or even feed them. Another video feed popped up and showed a high sky view of a coliseum. Thousands and thousands of beings could easily fill the seats to watch whatever spectacles unfolded on the hard rocky surface of the arena.
"That place isn't on Picto, is it?" She asked desperately hoping such violence, as what often accompanied a coliseum of that magnitude, had not found a place on her beloved planet.
"Of course not, stupid girl. This is on my home planet, Accufort." The Princess squeezed her marker tighter, if only to keep from laughing in pity. Even the name of the plant this conqueror had come from sounded primitive and naïve. Suddenly his large form was in front of her and his gruff, nearly swine-like, face was pressed into her space. He was so close that she could count the numerous thick scars that twisted his features.
"Now, why don't we see if your Earth has any worthy opponents for my favorite pets." He quickly grabbed the marker, pushing the Princess aside as she struggled to keep it from him, and placed it into a scanner. He quickly viewed the scan's data, along with the Pictonian ship's data about Earth and its powerful Nations. Petierre viewed pictures, videos, and information regarding each country and he could not help but begin laughing again. He had never dreamed of such powers in a single being until he saw the feats accomplished by the personified nations of Earth. Even the weakest Nations seemed to have stronger endurance than he had ever seen. "Set a course for Earth. We shall resume our conquering there." he shouted as he turned back to the Princess. He bowed mockingly as she was seized again. "I thank you, Princess of Picto. You have given my people the show of their lifetimes." He turned back to his screens and the silent Princess was taken away.
Had the Princess her marker, the first mark she would have drawn on herself would have been tears.