Invasion 1.1
We have arrived, Lord Boros.
Boros stirred himself from his deep meditation. His vast throne room greeted his awakening, empty as per his command many years ago. The soldiers of Dark Matter knew that Boros extended no mercy to those who defied his orders.
He could feel the tendril of Geryunganshoop's consciousness within his own as he rose from his grandiose throne. In his trek across the universe, Boros had smited many telepathic species that had dared breach his mind, and it was a sign of privilege that he had allowed his elite soldier to do so.
The leader of the Dark Matter Thieves strode languidly down the throne steps, feeling his body already loosening in preparation for battle, even under his restrictive armor. A warrior of his caliber never concerned themselves with such things for too long.
"Twenty years," he spoke as he strode forth, "I was beginning to doubt the prophecy myself. What have we learned about this unfortunate planet?"
We've arrived on a primitive planet Lord Boros. Barely a Class 3 from our general scans! Currently, we are orbiting above a notable city in atmosphere.
"Oh? Notable in what way?"
General scans picked this city as one of the few with notable Class 5 technology and our cameras have picked up a stand-alone structure encased within a protective layer a few miles offshore.
Ah. Boros understood immediately. In such a primitive culture, it would make sense to dedicate the greatest advancements in technology to protecting important locations rather than the world as a whole. He'd destroyed enough of them to understand that it also meant beings of great importance to that world congregated in such places as well.
A bit odd about the disparity between being Class 3 and having access to Class 5 capabilities, but the universe was a varied place, and evolution was unpredictable.
It had, after all, created the ultimate being in the universe.
"Keep us centered above the heart of the city Geryunganshoop. I'll observe it for myself."
Yes, Lord Boros.
It would take him a few minutes to navigate the various hallways and transports within the Dark Drifter to reach the Observation Room. Along the way he'd come across his various scouts and soldiers, all kneeling and groveling as he passed by, waiting till he was out of sight and ear-shot before resuming their business.
He cared not for them. Compared to thoughts of the upcoming battle, the thrill of new opponents, of achieving his goal and purpose in life... they were beneath him. Nearly nonexistent. Expendable in every sense of the word.
Twenty years. Drifting through empty space, pillaging the occasional colony or mining vessel. Conquering and subsuming civilizations, obliterating those he deemed boring.
This was it. The culmination of his journey, his legacy, of the very history of the universe itself. His armor strained to seal his pure power and he had to briefly constrain himself to prevent it's malfunction. He'd have his engineers update it at a proper time later.
The Observation Room was ran by a sole occupant. Geryunganshoop had a looming physique, a terror to behold visually and mentally, but it said much about the creature that seemed to shrink in on itself within the presence of it's Lord and Master.
Geryunganshoop bowed it's head, "Lord Boros. It seems that the planet's inhabitants have finally taken note of our presence."
Boros declined to respond, staring at the projected image. The elite soldier knew better than to be offended by the lack of response and was grateful to merely be blessed with his presence.
His soldier was right, the city was primitive. Pitiful excuses for skyscrapers dotted certain parts of the land, with the rest being a hodge-podge of smaller buildings and districts. Interestingly enough, it seemed to have been purposely situated between a mountain and the sea. A decent idea for deterrents against land and sea invasions.
Not so much from the sky.
He could see the lone structure out past the bay now, taking in how the glistening field around it distorted and refracted light, making it difficult to parse the structure to the finest detail. Still, scanners worked in tandem with the camera, pointing out possible weapon placements and movements within the city.
Activity, but no action yet. He'd have to fix that.
Not taking his eye off the screen, he spoke, "Have our gunners launch the initial salvo. Standard procedure. Hmm, Melzargard will be cleanup detail."
Geryunganshoop bowed even lower, "As you wish Lord Boros."
With that done, Boros turned on his heels and strode off, back towards the throne room. This was the hardest part, he had to admit. As much as he yearned for battle, his pride could not allow himself to be so low as to scrounge around a backwater planet for entertainment.
Any possible challenger would have to worth his time. He had legions of soldiers from past conquests, experienced with decades of combat. His elite guard, Geryunganshoop, Melzargard, and Groribas could subjugate armies and served as the last line of defense within the ship should it come to it.
Only once his opponent had survived the Dark Drifter, battled through his legions, and defeated his Elite... only then would he allow himself to bask in mortal combat once more.
He felt the ship thrum softly as he reached his throne, the guns loading ammunition for the first strike. He stood unbothered, masking all emotion, and waited.
Waited and hoped.