Intergalactic conquest with an AI

"Nyra, Lyra,"

Cleo's voice echoed through the communicator, calm yet filled with urgency,

"leave the current area to the Kaelzar units. They'll arrive in approximately two minutes. Your priority now is the hangar, enemy transport ships are closing in, and they're not pirates. Be extremely cautious. We have limited data on them, only their name and superficial details."

As she spoke, Cleo transmitted the fastest route to the hangar directly to their arm devices. The GPS-like system lit up with a glowing blue path, guiding them through the ship's labyrinth of corridors.

"Understood, Teacher,"

Lyra replied through the communicator, her voice steady. She sprinted after her sister, Nyra, who was already ahead of her, cutting down any pirates unfortunate enough to cross her path.

The two sisters, moved with lethal precision, their weapons slicing through their enemies like whispers of death.

Nyra, with her crimson blade glowing faintly, didn't stop to respond. She preferred action over words. With each step, her strikes were so fast and decisive that the pirates barely had time to comprehend their fates before collapsing into lifeless heaps.

Inside one of the enemy drop pods that had breached the Cleopatra, a small group of pirates sat nervously, their backs pressed against the walls as they debated their next move.

"They've left the area,"

one pirate whispered, peeking out of the pod's window.

"Yeah, I saw them too,"

another muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. "

Those... those women… they're gone."

"Good,"

the first pirate said, his voice gaining a shred of confidence.

"Let's jump out and search for the shield generator room. That's the target, right?"

"Do you think this is a good idea?"

another pirate asked hesitantly, gripping his weapon tightly.

"I mean, we don't even know what kind of soldiers these people have."

"So what? Anything is better than dealing with those crazy women! If the soldiers haven't arrived here yet, it means they're busy with the other teams. We'll move fast and be out before anyone notices us. Now follow me."

The lead pirate climbed out of the drop pod, his boots hitting the floor with a metallic thud. The others hesitated but eventually followed, their weapons held close to their chests.

"Alright, let's try this side first,"

the leader said, pointing down a dimly lit corridor. They moved cautiously, their eyes darting to every shadow.

But something felt... wrong.

After a few steps, the leader noticed the silence.

"Why are you guys so quiet? Still scared of what might be here?"

he asked, turning around to look at his team.

What he saw froze him to the core.

His teammates were standing still, their bodies upright... but their heads were gone. The clean cuts at their necks were so precise and fast that the bodies hadn't even collapsed yet. Blood began to spill as the headless forms toppled one by one.

"Wha-what?! What's going on?!"

The pirate stammered, stumbling backward, his weapon trembling in his hands.

As he retreated, his back hit something cold and unyielding. His breath caught in his throat, his entire body freezing in terror. Before he could turn around, he felt the icy touch of something sharp pressing against the back of his neck.

The last thing the pirate saw was his own body standing there headless, as his vision faded to the ceiling above him.

From the shadows, a faint shimmer materialized, revealing a cloaked Phantom Unit, one of Cleo's most efficient and terrifying creations. Built for one purpose, and one purpose only, the Phantom was the ultimate assassin.

Its body was sleek and mechanical, its movements silent, its strikes unrelenting. Nothing escaped its cold, calculated precision.

"Invaders eliminated,"

the Phantom's cold, robotic voice announced through its internal communications.

"Proceeding to the next zone, Lady Cleo."

With that, the Phantom disappeared back into the shadows, its cloaking field reactivating. It left behind only silence and the faint smell of blood, a reminder that nothing could escape the cold iron of death.

On the space battlefield, the enemy capital ship continued to take a relentless beating from the Cleopatra's turrets and fighter squads.

Plasma rounds and missiles hammered the ship's hull, and after sustained fire, one of its massive energy shields finally crumbled. The once-impenetrable barrier fell apart in a dazzling cascade of energy, sending ripples through the void like a collapsing wall of light.

"Enemy vessel shield destroyed,"

Cleo announced, her voice calm yet razor-sharp. Her holographic form, standing atop the main laser cannon, raised a hand to indicate the target.

"Main laser cannon fully charged. Target locked… opening fire."

The Cleopatra's largest weapon roared to life. Thunder rolled through the void as the cannon unleashed a devastating golden ray of death, the beam slicing through the darkness like a blade from heaven itself.

The laser traveled with unrelenting precision, slamming directly into the enemy ship's command bridge.

The impact was catastrophic. The golden beam punched through the lightly armored bridge with ease, vaporizing everything in its path. Secondary explosions rippled through the ship's structure as its systems overloaded.

Fires erupted across its surface, and debris began to break away as the ship listed to one side, its command structure annihilated.

For Cleo, it was a calculated decision. Most would call it a war crime, attacking the command bridge of a vessel, ensuring no survivors among its leadership.

But Cleo didn't care about such conventions. She was built for efficiency, and if the bridge was the weakest point on the ship, then she would target it without hesitation. To her, it was simple logic: destroy the brain, and the body would follow.

"The enemy vessel neutralized,"

she stated.

"Reallocating turret fire to the remaning capital ship. Updating fighter squadron directives to intercept additional boarding pods. The battle is not yet over."

From his vantage point in space, Rex saw the golden ray of the Cleopatra's main cannon pierce through the enemy capital ship. His smirk grew as the hulking vessel began to collapse in on itself, consumed by explosions.

"Nice shot, Cleo,

" he said over the comms, his voice laced with approval.

"Acknowledged,"

Cleo replied, her tone as steady as ever. "

But don't celebrate yet. We still have pirate reinforcements inbound, and enemy boarding parties are attempting to reach critical systems. The Phantom Units are handling them for now, but additional reinforcements may be required."

"Got it,"

Rex said, as he dodged incoming fire from a group of pirate ships.

"Keep the ship intact, and I'll deal with these pests."

As he rejoined the 201st Flying Wing, Rex prepared for the next wave of enemies, his golden armor glowing brightly against the cold void.

"Let's finish this,"

Rex muttered, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto another group of enemy fighters.

"Teacher, we're now in the hangar. We can already see the enemy transport ships,"

Nyra said softly, her crimson eyes focused as she crouched atop a large cargo container. Beside her, Lyra knelt, both sisters remaining hidden in the shadows, observing the approaching enemy ships.

The transport vessels were massive, with bulky hulls and reinforced plating, clearly built for more than just pirates. These weren't ordinary raiders.

"

Understood,"

Cleo's voice replied through their comms, calm as ever.

"You and your Bloody Legion will be in charge of stopping them. Consider this a live training exercise to learn how to command your forces effectively. Your objective is simple: hold the line and endure until Rex arrives to reinforce you."

"R-Rex is coming?"

Lyra whispered, a faint flush rising to her cheeks. Her voice was quiet, but it couldn't escape Nyra's sharp, vampiric hearing.

Nyra turned her head slowly, raising an eyebrow at her twin before breaking into a mischievous smirk. Without warning, she raised her hand and delivered a playful

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"Ouch! What was that for?!"

Lyra hissed, rubbing her sore backside as she glared at her sister. Her cheeks now burned brighter, both from the sting and the embarrassment.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Hehe,"

Nyra chuckled, striking a proud pose with one hand on her hip and the other pointing dramatically at Lyra

. "That's what you get for having such a big butt! It was clearly asking for it!"

"What big sister?! We're twins!

" Lyra shot back, her face still flushed. "

And you have a big butt too! Maybe even bigger than mine!"

Nyra smirked even wider, not missing a beat. "

Don't be so rude to your big sister, little Lyra!"

she teased, ignoring the fact that they were the exact same age.

Lyra stood up abruptly, fuming as she clenched her fists.

"Oh, that's it! You're so getting kicked for that!"

But before Lyra could make good on her threat, Nyra laughed and jumped down from the container, dashing toward the Bloody Legion as if nothing had happened.

"Catch me later, little sis! Right now, we've got invaders to crush!"

Nyra's teasing demeanor vanished the moment she reached the Bloody Legion, a force made up of two distinct groups. The Aegis units, upgraded to sport a striking red-and-gold design, stood in disciplined ranks, their advanced combat systems ready to execute commands.

Alongside them were the Blood Clan Assassins, shadowy and lethal warriors who had once been feared across countless battlefields.

Now, however, the assassins were bound by the progenitor aura of the twins, serving them with unwavering loyalty. The assassins believed they were merely following the natural order, submitting to the more powerful vampires who had bested them in combat.

They had no idea that Nyra and Lyra were progenitors, beings of such immense power that their influence was absolute.

The twins, now 18 years old, were a far cry from the children they had once been. Their once-innocent features had matured into striking, almost ethereal beauty, with sharp, alluring eyes and graceful yet powerful frames.

Their special combat armor, developed by Cleo with regenerative technology inspired by the Blood Clan's ancient designs, clung to their forms, enhancing their agility and offering unmatched protection.

The armor's tight fit and elegant design only accentuated their already stunning appearances, a fact that often left their enemies distracted and regretful.

Nyra strode confidently to the front of the Bloody Legion, her crimson blade resting against her shoulder as she addressed the troops.