A Starfish

The empty dark vacuum of space was... empty, as it goes without saying. Cold and lifeless, there was a complete lack of anything save for the sporadic sprinkle of distant stars. All of which shone a speck of white through the darkness, though one of them wielded a distinct purple tint to it. A bright faraway spark that was, evidently, not remaining such as it appeared to grow more intense with each passing moment.

Only a few moments of peaceful, empty, and quiet calm could remain before the vacuum of space was met with a powering cosmic pulse of purple energy that zoomed forward in a fixed direction. The speed at which it cruised left not much time before it rocketed towards a distinct planet, presenting an odd outward appearance. Almost pure white where the light of the above sun peered down, a long stretching vain-like ocean of red stretched across its surface, the underside was washed in a dark blue veil of darkness.

The purple flying star didn't appear put off by its appearance; if anything, it seemed to pick up in its pace as it rocketed downwards with increased determination. Upon entering the planet's atmosphere at its speeding pace, the pulsing star of purple was surrounded by searing flames. Through the fire, a distinctly feminine and somewhat sultry voice bellowed an evident cry of outrage.

"Zolwarg tubek-plixing zordmorker!" The planet quaked as the flame sent purple bolts hurling towards the unsuspecting orange-skinned inhabitants on the surface. "I have tried to be nice! I have tried to be agreeable!" Those below began to scream, hide, and point while running for cover, not that the inflamed star from above seemed to care. Its goal was intent on the sizable foreboding tower that overlooked the land beneath it. "If you fail to yield before the rightful Empress of Tamaran, I shall take it by **** or rip this planet down to zorgnorking rubble! RRRRRGGgggrruh~!" The flaming spear exploded a purple pulse of energy outwards from its core, ripping apart the surrounding flames and nearly disintegrating anything close enough to be in its range.

Without the annoyance that the fire had presented in allowing her to focus on her target, Komand'r was far too annoyed to consider anything other than taking back what she deserved. Her fists clenched as a powerful purple aura pulsed from beneath her fingers.

The dark-haired woman blasted towards the castle, unleashing a bolt directly in front of her to implode an opening before any of Tamaran's so-called defense **** could pose any kind of resistance. Not that they appeared willing to oppose her anyway, upon entering, what guards were present all cowered before her, none of them capable of doing much to stop her.

Komand'rs eyes, which up until this point had kept a purple glowing aura, subsided when she rested her gaze on the throne. "Is this it," her hips crossed, "Is this the fight you are willing to put against me? I spent five years in federal prison, preparing for this day, and I come back to this?" She surveyed the guards, none of them appeared keen on approaching her, "Each and every one of you is as pathetic as a torq. This is the land my sister left behind?"

With a raised brow, Komand'r raised a hand directly above her to blast a purple beam straight through the roof of the castle before flying out of it. Her bottom lip curled as she shook her head and peered around her planet. "Ryfarg..." She muttered, "Is-I-Is that a farm?! Are you growing Grepgorps?! No one does that anymore!? W-What has my rutha of a sister done in my absence!??"

To make her distaste clear, she channeled her energy to her fists and clenched them. After turning around to murmur profanities under her breath while shaking her head, She casually tossed a small ball of purple energy behind her. It landed in the midst of the farm in question, then promptly exploded after erupting the ground into nothing but rubble.

"All these bright and sunny colors are pathetic. My sister either made you do this or allowed you to run wild. It is truly pathetic." Komand'r sighed to herself and licked her lips. She raised both hands and rained the planet with an endless stream of purple plasma. The planet shook as the ground was ripped up and land came crumbling apart. "Either way, you leave me **** but to rebuild from the ground up. My sister allowed the foundation of Tamaran to grow weak to its core. The Tamaraneans are a species to be feared throughout the galaxy, not be happy little bumgorf's living happy lives with their k'norfkas."

Such simple and unopposed destruction of Tamaran left Komand'r feeling rather detached. She had been preparing herself, for over five years, for this day, and the simplicity of the matter made the result rather unrewarding. Alas, such was the choice her little brat of a sister made when she chose to prevent Tamaran from having an actually competent ruler.

Throughout her demolition of the home below her, she noticed a few Tamaraneans cowering under cover of the land she had left in ruins. Komand'r smirked, "I suppose you are waiting for Koriand'r to come flying in and save you all. More than a few of you have no doubt contacted her by now." She put a momentary pause to her endless onslaught of plasmic fire to turn around and look down at them with hands on her hips. "Well then, you better prepare yourselves for the pain that will come by watching your, ''protector'' fail to stand up to her far more powerful, intelligent, sexy, and deserving sister."

Komand'r halted in her taunting for just a moment to consider a thought. Sure, her sister was inferior in every way. But, the only thing she had Komand'r beat in was her love for Tamaran. All Komand'r truly wanted was the throne; everything else could be rebuilt into something better. But her sister held different ideals.

So, it was indeed odd that Kori would leave the throne untouched without anyone to protect the planet. Those couple of guards were nothing. There should be a full **** of Tamaraneans prepared to protect those who weren't able to fight.

Kori wanted the world to be peaceful, but she wasn't stupid enough to leave them ill-prepared for a conflict, especially when the endless vast of space contained an equally vast pool of unknown threats.

At least, Komand'r would like to think that her sister wasn't THAT idiotic.

Though it is possible.

Such is why, in her hands, Tamaran would prove to be much more fruitful, feared, and imposing over the entire galaxy and beyond. Unlike her sister, she has explored enough of the universe to be aware of its threats, and she is well prepared for anything that can be thrown her way.

The cowering Tamaraneans below her continued to look upwards in fear. Komand'r just rolled her eyes. This was the first thing that would be dealt with after rebuilding; Tamaran can't be feared throughout the galaxy if they are too busy being cowards themselves. Sure, she had appeared out of nowhere, from their viewpoints, but what self-respecting warrior can't expect the unexpected? The second she entered their atmosphere, the Tamaraneans should have been ready for war.

Though, upon further inspection, she noticed that they weren't looking at her; more so, they were looking past her. Furthermore, the planet's environment became washed over by a veil of shadow, as if something significantly imposing was encompassing itself over the sun.

Oh.

Komand'r smirked as she turned around to face this visitor to her planet. Perhaps Tamaran's royal guard was simply vacant at the time of her arrival. Silly them; they should know not to leave their planet ill-prepared for-

The second she moved around to face the coming army, she noticed that her assessment was very, very wrong. Not about the coming army; she was correct about that. Tamaran warriors littered the sky, unmoving or, in a way, unthinking. But what stood behind them was substantially larger than their typical warships. And she realized exactly why Tamaran's warriors weren't present. It must've had something to do with the ginormous starfish floating behind them.

Komand'r had explored her fair share of space; she heard stories and knew exactly what or... who this was. Energy charged in her clenched fists, it built up in moments, and she raised them upwards; combining both hands together, she merged the duel bolts into one massive purple blast.

With gritted teeth, she rocketed upwards at an **** speed that covered her entire body in purple light as she aimed her huge beam toward the monster's eye. "YOU WON'T TAKE MY-"

She never got to finish her sentence as the second something landed on her face, everything went black. Moments later, the entire planet of Tamaran behind her met the same fate as a rain of darkness fell upon it.

In the warm summer air, a curious bird with feathers bright and blue, fluttered forward to land itself on the windowsill of an unsuspecting house. From inside, a cold breeze spilled outward through an open window; its shift in temperature served as a call to attract the feathered animal inside.

"Oh my god," cast mostly in the shade, I looked towards the house. Just a slight portion of the sun spilled over the roof to **** a hand to rest over my eyes. "That thing walked right into my room! God damnit,"

"You.. okay, man?" The driver of the taxi behind me leaned to the passenger side and asked out of what sounded like an obligation more than genuine concern.

"Huh?" I glanced back, having momentarily forgotten about the entire car ride. My thoughts had been on more than enough at the moment to remember the little things. "Oh, uh- yeah, whatever." Again, my eyes returned to the window, "Just birds being stupid birds. I always leave that window closed 'cause they fly in like they own the place."

"Eh, clearly, you didn't keep it closed this time." Chuckling to himself, the driver patted a hand against the side of the passenger seat.

"I can see that."

"Mmhm," The driver agreed, though his voice trailed on as if our conversation wasn't entirely over. "And I can see a tip. Right?"

"What?" I turned back. Both hands shot towards my pocket to pull out a wallet containing nothing, "Man, I'm poor. I work at a dollar store. Do you think I have tipping money?" To prove that point, I angled the wallet towards him, opening it wide like a stretched vagina just to let him get a good look in there.

"Tsk~" He clicked his tongue and instantly hit the gas to speed down the road.

Classic.

Keeping my eyes on the window, I could only roll my them before making sure my backpack was secure enough to dash towards the house. "Mum! Pops! I'm back,"

"Hmm? Ronnie?" That warm, familiar feminine voice called out from the kitchen, "Honey, how did it go?"

"It went fine, I guess. I mean, it's alright." The inside of the house flew by me as I kept up a swift pace. My bag swung cleanly off my shoulder and rested on the rack near the bottom of the steps leading upstairs. "Doesn't really matter if I like it or not at this point, right? I mean, I'm going to be stuck there in a few weeks either way."

Before I could be interrupted, I risked spending a few moments unzipping the bag and retrieving a banana. One that was quite warm given how it had been in the bag the entire day, and was slightly squashed due to the amount of junk that surrounded it. But, having it on me would temporarily delay the inevitable urge to go into the kitchen to get food and meet my parents there in the process, so they could shower me with questions about the trip. Really only my mom would be the one asking questions; Pops is typically the kind to read the paper and mutter the occasional word when it is needed.

"Now, hold on." As if on cue, the woman in question stepped out of the kitchen to catch me right as I attempted to start my trek up the stairs. "You better enjoy the campus; we are spending a lot on this. If you aren't happy with it, we can find something else." The brunette woman turned her head back into the kitchen. "Right, dear?"

"Yeah, whatever you say." The gruff voice of my Dad called back.

"You see," Mom looked back at me, "He's in agreement,"

"At this point, it's pretty much gonna happen; there's no going back," I said, my focus darted between both sides of her trying to gauge the optimal way to dart past her.

"Ronnie, you're going to be there for the next couple years of your life. If there is anything wrong, we can think about this more."

"Or," Pops spoke up, "The boy can just suck it up, and go to the damn school. Kid's twenty years old; we can't delay this much longer."

That response elicited a glare from my mother, who peered back into the kitchen. "Mark! Ron should be comfortable there! He- HEY!" She turned to find me slipping by her right, darting up the stairs while peeling the banana in hand to pop into my mouth. "Young man, I was talking to you!" Her foot stomped against the ground, creating a ripple through her chest. "Just because you're leaving soon doesn't mean you can walk over me. I am still your mother! That's not changing!"

"I know, love ya'h." I acknowledged with a backhanded wave from the hand holding the banana. Plopping it into my mouth, I continued speaking though it was naturally muffled, "But-mm-I-neeedmm---close the--mm-window,"

"Those birds do love his room," My pops said with a chuckle.

Mom frowned, "But I checked the room earlier. Wasn't it closed?"

The couple continued to converse with each other, not that I minded; it put them off my back. Besides, I had some birds to shoo out of my room, "Damn birds." I murmured as I approached the door; my hand landed on the handle.

Then, after a deep breath to prepare my throat, "GET OUT!" I shouted while slamming the door inwards.

That always gets the birds chirping their fearful cries right out the door they came from. But this time, I was met with something much...

..much different than a bird.

"Hey, Ronnie..."

My mouth nearly dropped open; just to confirm what I was seeing, I had to bring my hands up to rub my eyes.

Blackfire.

Splayed out.

On my bed.

Oh yes, that's her. I've seen her on the news once or twice, fighting the Teen Titans and...

Blackfire gave her lips a long sensual lick, emphasizing the spread of saliva by bringing her lips together before creating a wet, ''pop'' with her mouth.

"You know I missed you," She cooed, one finger raised to beckon me forward. The thick meaty, exotic orange texture of her thigh was released as her dark skirt stretched to its limit due to the manner she drew one foot up the length of her opposing leg. "Why don't you come over here and fuck me like the sexy whore I am?"

Blackfire winked.

The tight sensation in my pants was evident.

I gulped.

"Hell no." Stepping back, I slammed the door shut.

She's back.

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