Space.
Some thought of it as a dark void of emptiness. Tiny pricks of light were scattered here and there, but they were a testament to how far away one was from a ball of gas or rock. Of how alone and insignificant one was in the vastness of space.
However, those who were more technologically advanced knew better. Space didn't just have bright points dotting the cosmos here and there. It was painted with colorful galaxies and nebulas. Those tiny dots painted the universe with designs and filled the darkness with light. One was never alone in space because it was simply too big to have only one being in it.
It was in one sector of this vast universe in which one being was sitting on a throne at the end of a long chamber. This being was colored royal blue and gold. Instead of legs, she had long strips of flexible metal billowing beneath her. Her helm was also decorated with shorter strips waving behind her. She was about the size of a grown human, though she was far more powerful. She was currently tapping her fingers against the armrests as she waited for her statistician to arrive.
The tall double doors burst open as a mech stumbled into the room, a teetering stack of datapads clutched to his chassis. He rushed down the carpeted hall to clumsily kneel before the femme.
"You summoned me, Empress?" he asked.
"What's the status of my empire?"
The mech fumbled for the right datapad before reciting, "Your empire has decreased in size by 37%, decreased in power by 22%, decreased in workforce by 18%, and decreased in wealth by 9.7%" The mech shook as he spoke. The Empress never liked to be disappointed. She had thrown a fit after the incident on Aquatron and managed to mutilate her last head statistician even after he died. He didn't want to be next.
The Empress lazily blinked and stared right at him when she opened her optics. "Any new prospects?" she asked.
"Uh- Um. There is one?" he squeaked.
"Is that a question or a statement?"
"A statement! Um, this planet houses billions of organics. The dominant species is not as technologically advanced as we are-"
"No one is."
"Of course, Your Majesty, though they do have weaponry capable of wiping us out if they had enough and knew how to use it."
"So they do have some intellect. Continue."
"This planet is rich in raw resources, as well as the rest of the planets in its solar system, though this is the only one with life. With a little help, they might be able to extract them."
"Resourceful, possibly a source of wealth," the femme commented.
"It is home to a group of heroes known as the Avengers. This group contains two assassins, a supersoldier out of time, a scientist that-" The mech held the datapad at different distances from his face in disbelief before shrugging. "A scientist that turns into a big green grunt when angered because of gamma poisoning, a rich inventor with more advanced technology, and the Asgardian prince Thor."
"So it's a challenge. I like a challenge. Any last notes?" The mech gulped before mumbling incoherently. "Speak up, mech," the Empress said sharply.
"There are also Cybertronians living there." The Empress froze as he finished nervously, "And they're the same ones who liberated Aquatron."
The femme hissed, "Call the generals. Calculate my chances of taking Earth. All scenarios."
"Yes, my lady." He bowed.
"Quaestio." He cringed at the use of his real name. "I am disappointed."
"My sincerest apologies, Empress."
"I don't like being disappointed." She leaned forward and snatched her statistician by the throat. Despite her small stature, she had him dangling above the floor of the ship. "Don't. Disappoint me. Again." She dropped him.
The mech stammered multiple apologies as he collected his datapads and stumbled backwards out of the chamber. The Empress leaned back on her throne and pulled up files on the heroes of Earth.
"I will take Earth," she said to no one in particular. "And those wretched mechs will rue the day they ever crossed me."
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