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✦✧ The Plutonian Empire ✧✦

Thundering through the cosmos in defiance of the universal speed limit, the Prince of Power swept the alien armada into his sights, and power flashed in his gaze.

A storm of gamma rays flared out his core, scorching spacetime with a roar of immeasurable heat. The energy rent the enemy battleships, ripping apart every atom until it strained against the very binds of existence. Soaring onward, Leonel wrote his symphony of destruction into the musical sheets of reality, eradicating enemy battleships for light-years on end, like a rogue star rampaging through space. But as he neared the cosmic gates of the Plutonian Empire, the Prince of Power eased all thoughts of destruction from his mind, instead replacing them with experience in diplomacy.

Diving into Niven's atmosphere, Leonel raced down the clouds, his ivory cape aglow and spread wide like an angel's wings. The air sparked in protest of his speed and rocked the sky with a smoldering shock-wave. But as the ground drew near, the Prince of Power slowed his descent, gliding into the imperial palace before being escorted to the throne room. Doors towering and gilded parted at his presence, and Leonel strode into a chamber bathed in daylight. There, he sighted Empress Nairah, sat proud on a throne that embodied the totality of Plutonian power.

"Your Majesty", Leonel nodded, his steel baritone billowing from one monarch to another, "It's a shame that our second encounter isn't under better circumstances", he lamented, "But the universe - the multiverse, really - is being invaded. We're at war. I've set some plans in motion but they'll take some time. Until then, we'll need to counter the invading army's advance through the universe".

"I have some ideas, but we'll need the Plutonian Armed Forces for force projection as no one can be everywhere at once", he reminded, "Because the enemy battleships are invading the cosmos, most of them are in outer space", Leonel paused, "Which brings me to the issue of heat management. Ships generate a tremendous amount of heat because engine maneuvers, electronics, weapons systems, heat maintenance to keep the crew warm etc. all produce heat. And at some point in battle, those battleships will start producing more heat than they can lose. So we can overheat them, especially as Plutonians have heat vision", he grinned.

"But we also need to address the tactics of open space warfare and orbital warfare against the invading army. So if you will, Your Majesty, summon your best generals. Your throne room's become a war room".

@atlas_telos: LMAO, that's the wife, son.

<3

Neither did Gambler, LOL.

I'll get to it. One day. Maybe.

I'll reply soon though.

Posted.

✦✧ Minerva, MACS J1149 Lensed Star 1 ✧✦

Roaring flares of blinding light slanted through the gaps between Minerva's Dyson spheres, the Matrioshka Brain thrumming and heaving as the gravitational tidal forces of the star within stormed and thrashed against the very fabric of spacetime. Before the cosmic megastructure, its creator - the Prince of Power - hovered, undisturbed by the feeble sting of charged particles thundering towards him. Arms crossed over his chest, his cape dancing to the flow of stellar winds, Leonel stared into Minerva's heart and it and his mind became one.

✳ Your Majesty. How may I be of service? ✳

You hear it, I'm sure. After all, you're designed to speak the programming language of reality, the multiverse

✳ Indeed I do, Your Majesty. The greater cosmos is protesting this invasion, this perversion of its grand information fabric ✳

Unfortunately, even we can't be everywhere across the multiverse to manage this threat by ourselves. We'll need some help. But first, I'd like for you to run a few tasks for me

✳ Of course, Your Majesty ✳

Good. Use the Hypercube, it'll extend your senses to any location of your choice. But I want you to focus on Earth, on the invaders, specifically. Analyze the quantum information of which they are comprised, then engineer a quantum virus that will overwrite that information with code that's inoperative in the information fabric of this reality.

✳ Which will corrupt their existence here ✳

Exactly. Turn them into useless data. They won't be able to exist, not here at least.

✳ This will take time, Your Majesty. Is there anything else? ✳

Yeah. Maybe a bomb or something that will lower their sentience quotient to that of a plant. They'll be too stupid to carry out this invasion but smart enough to know where sunlight is coming from. Hex will tell you everything else you need to do. In the meantime, I'll fetch some allies

✳ Take care, Your Majesty ✳

Abandoning the union between his mind and Minerva, the Prince of Power bounded through the cosmos, outracing the photon en route to the seat of power of an old ally - Empress Nairah.

@mockingjay: That's a great av.

@thestoryteller: It's probably something you should take up with the CoE, which consists of Nordok, Zauby and Paragon. Mythologies, much like empire claims, need proper regulation so that everyone isn't out here as the son of Zeus or Odin, LOL. There used to be a system in place whereby someone interested in managing a specific mythology would take it up with the CoE and then post a thread to see if anyone else wants to do something with said mythology. After a specific number of days, if no one protested the thread or a compromise was reached with someone who did, then control of that specific mythology was effectively under the thread creator's. At least that's how I remember it. I probably forgot a few things.

When Duchess was at the helm of the Norse mythos it was a lot closer to the Marvel version. No idea what it's like now.