The great and magnificent Ora!

United Star Calendar 895

Edges of the Stellar System

Bridge of the Flagship Pasdenom

20 minutes before the start of the season.

The female figure stoically looked out into the endless sea of stars.

The stunning, breathtaking vista was marred with destroyed ships and burning debris.

“Contact to the Patroklus is lost! Second Fleet is suffering heavy casualties! Fifth fleet unable to continue operations!”

Aside from the cries of her navigator, the bridge of her flagship was deathly silent.

“Enemy breakthrough at Sectors D7, D8 and F3…incoming message from the Dionysius!”

Fleet Admiral Graham didn’t need the steady stream of updates from her ensign to know that this battle, no, this war, was lost.

“Admiral Bucock...Admiral Bucock died in action!”

This caused a hush over the bridge. Graham tried to recall the face of the jolly old man with the big whiskers who up to one year ago used to be her superior.

She told him to sit this one out. To not throw his life away for a lost cause, but the stubborn old fool only laughed.

“If I let you die before me, my wife will scold me in the afterlife.”

A long, heavy sigh escaped her lips that sent her impressive cleavage jiggling.

Fifteen years.

Fifteen years of crawling herself up through the ranks. Fighting **** battle after **** battle until she was finally put in charge of the entire Star fleet just in time to fight for the Grand Republic’s last stand.

It was a long fifteen years.

“INCOMING!”

Blaring sirens tuned every other noise out, followed by a massive shaking and suddenly their field of vision turned red.

“ADMIRAL! WATCH OUT!”

The admiral felt a sudden jolt of pain and gasped as she was pushed to the ground by her adjutant.

“STATUS REPORT!” she shouted, even as she **** herself upright with a grunt. “Yang! Give me a…”

Her eyes went wide.

Her Adjutant, Yang, stared up at her with quivering lips. A large electric supply cable had whipped his torso, crushing his rib cage in the process. At a glance she could tell that the injury was fatal.

Yang managed a smile. He moved his lips, but no sound came out.

She screamed.

After all these years, it shouldn’t hurt that much.

And yet.

She swallowed her tears. She wasn’t done yet. She couldn’t stop yet. She couldn’t give up here.

Never give up.

That’s how you win.

“Status report,” she pressed out again, forcing the pale officers back into duty mode.

“N-No hit! Minor infrastructure damage. Ship still fully operational. No further hostility from enemy vessel.”

In other words...this was a warning shot.

“What was that then?” The admiral nodded towards the loose cable.

“Stabilisator failure, Admiral. The blasts shock-wave caused a connection to come loose.”

Stabilisator failure.

Yang made it through all these battles, just to die to a freak accident.

She almost wanted to laugh out loud.

“Admiral Graham. Message from the enemy fleet. They wish to talk terms of surrender. Comm link is open.”

Here it was.

...

“Patch her through.”

The giant holographic screen flicked on. And on it, the equally giant face of a smug, shitty, little brat appeared.

“Weeeell, weeeelll, weeeell! It looks I am the victor of our little contest this time! Too bad, Cherry! Guess your meager, puny, insignificant little troglodyte brain can’t keep up with the likes of my superior frontal lobe cortex. How sad! How sad! Sometimes I wonder how you can even manage to dress yourself in the morning!”

The little girl cackled giddily and kicked her legs up and down.

You would think this...individual would be the last person in charge of a fleet of over 100,000 Starships.

But Cherry didn’t make the rules. If she did, her opponent wouldn’t be an imperial princess while she could only attend officer school by whoring herself out to the instructors.

This was never a fair fight. They never are.

Even then, she cut it close.

Making use of partisans and fake intel, the admiral managed to **** the enemy to divest enough of their fleets to reduce the effective advantage to four to one. Cherry then gambled it all on a **** push towards the enemy main fleet with the intent of capturing their flagship, or rather, her imperial highness, supreme sovereign of mankind, Empress Ora V.

Which, of course, was always the true objective in this game of chess that caused billions to perish.

Sometimes Cherry wondered why they couldn’t just play actual chess.

“Weeeeelll?” The little brat leered, pushing her face so much forward that her button nose was almost touching the screen.

Cherry knew what she had to do. All things considered, it was an absurdly small price to pay.

And thus, she slowly removed her uniform.

“A-Admiral?”

Her shocked subordinates could only look on in terror as their proud, unflappable commander began to bare herself, exposing her massive cleavage for all to see.

Before long, Fleet Admiral Cheryl Graham, decorated war hero of a hundred battles,l was naked as the day she was born and kneeling down in a gesture of utter submission.

“Oh, great and magnificent Empress Ora, please accept this meager fools apology. I should have never challenged someone as supreme as you. I only ask that you spare my subordinates.”

Her opponent, Ora, looked down on her disgraced opponent with a deranged grin.

“Aaaahhh, this position really suits you the best, Cherry! You really should just spend your days naked all the time. Makes it easier to spank that lewd butt of yours, too. Actually, give me a nice cute wiggle while you are at it.”

Cherry gritted her teeth and wiggled her butt.

“Kyahahahahahaha! You really have no shame, do you? How embarrassing! How humiliating! Hmm, weeeeelll! I guess I have **** to accept your utter submission to me, do I? Hmmmm….after all, I am a very benevolent and kind leader! And you're such a pathetic, shameless little shrimp! Say it! Say that you are pathetic, shameless, little shrimp with big boobies!”

“I’m a pathetic, shameless, little shrimp with big boobies.”

“KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MY! I really feel bad for these poor little monkeys who followed a shrimp into battle! Maybe I allow them to have their way with you before they hand you over to me. It would only be fair to pay them back for all your incompetence, don’t you think?”

Cherry suddenly felt very tired.

”Can we get on with this? We both know I have to spend my remaining lifetime as your naked pleasure ****. Can you please not amputate my arms and legs this time?”

“Oh yes, about that. Actually...I changed my mind.”

The beaten admiral looked up in confusion. “What?”

Ora yawned theatrically. “I’m getting bored of this universe. I don’t really want to spend decades ruling it. I think we move on.”

“B-But...”

“Yes, yes.” The little girl impatiently waved her hand. “Just as promised, I turn back time before the outbreak of the third Aurilian Cosmos war. You’re getting a bit too old for my tastes anyways. Your tits are starting to sag."

“Guess that’s one problem you will never have, lucky you.” Cherry snapped back.

“Grrrr, shut it, you big boobed bimbo! I hope you know that you are still getting punished for losing, you loser!”

Of course she was. The shitty, little brat was many things. Forgiving was not one of them.

Still, this was what Cherry had been fighting for all these years.

This was her victory.

...

“So, what now?”

Ora grinned at that question. “I was thinking for a bit more of a game show host experience this time around.”

…

“Hah?”

“In fact, I’m just about to have an appointment, so be a dear and clean things up here, will you, Cherry? See you in a bit, maid!”

The screen and brat disappeared, leaving an utterly confused crew behind.

“A-Admiral”, one of her more daring subordinates spoke up. “What the hell was that?”

Cherry, unperturbed by her nakedness, slowly stood up. Briefly her gaze wandered to Yang, who still lay where he perished.

Then she slowly looked at her remaining comrade in arms. There was a lot she wanted to say.

Louis, take care of your mother.

Mashengo, get that mole on your dick checked out.

Jessica, just confess to him, stupid.

Yang, I’m sorry.

Instead, Cherry steeled herself.

And smiled.

“Thank you for everything.”

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“Goodbye.”

And then the world turned white.

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