Lhetui was a fairly average and boring rural world. Nothing special or unique about it. A dime a dozen in the whirlpool of colonized pnets. Situated on the outskirts of Alliance space, most aliens here didn’t have the easiest life. Only form of protection they had were a ragtag group of militia, who weren’t exactly righteous warriors.

  More like crooks, strutting around like they owned the pce. Yet where were they when pirates raided? Hiding away and getting wasted with booze or drugs. Bought from those very same pirates who bribed them, using the citizens hard earned Credits. 'Protection Fee'. For their own good.

  At the very least, the Alliance had the good sense to pce a Defense Ptform in orbit. However it only protected a side of the pnet, leaving the vast majority undefended. Life here wasn’t pleasant in the slightest, but not the worst. Those pirates didn't invade too often so most of the time things were peaceful. Still, many kids and teenagers would always look to the sky, wishing they could fly away and seek a better life. This pce was too small for them, too boring. Who didn’t want their life to be full of adventure? Who didn’t want to be great?

  And then the sky crashed down on them, in the worst way possible. They got their wish about life becoming more exciting. But they regretted it.

  Up in orbit, a rge station could be seen. A Defense Ptform, outfitted with military weapons and hangers containing Strike Craft. The Alliance usually pced them on every single world and they worked well, keeping out most pirates. Unfortunately, they were not perfect by any means. Especially these ones on the fringes of Alliance space, who weren’t up to the test designs of weaponry or shield technology.

  It was normal like any other day, mind numbingly boring. The officers and soldiers stationed here knew their careers were finished. Getting sent to a rural world like this? No hope of promotion. At first they were excited to help out the citizens down below. Nobody could say they weren’t proactive once first arriving here. Crushing evil doers with a passion! Helping those in need!

  But as time wore on, so did their enthusiasm. Nobody thanked them for their efforts or appreciated it. Their superiors on the other hand pat them on a back and said their future was bright! Yet nothing ever changed did it? Empty words and unfulfilled promises about promotion and furthering their military careers. Now they were stuck on this floating station. Left to rot away until retirement.

  And then, something happened one day. Their sensors started going off, informing them of a ship coming out of Warp Space. No one batted an eye, thinking it was another raiding party of pirates or svers. However, something was different this time. The ship was massive, easily twice the size of a normal Cruiser. Not only that, their computers mistakenly thought it was a biological lifeform. Before they could even get ready, ‘it’ appeared.

  Everyone on station was dumbfounded. How could such a rge creature exist in the vacuum of space? Was this the Varnids they’d be hearing about for a while now? However, a robotic voice spread throughout the entire station as soon as it appeared. One which was impnted on every world and ship.

  “Warning. Unknown strain of the Bck Virus detected. All personnel must be outfitted in their Vaar issued protection suits. If you are showing signs of infection, please head to the nearest Exterminator for cleansing."

  Many went pale at those horrifying words. Though they might not be able to fight the insects trying to consume their worlds, they’d gone against the infected before. Terrifying creatures who’ll stop at nothing to tear one’s flesh out and eat it. And it could be your mother, brother, wife. Nobody was safe from the Virus’s clutches.

  While the Defense Ptform scrambled to get suited up and man their battle stations, Jason emotionlessly observed it from afar in the Nerve Center. He was all alone except Trixie and his children. The wives were already in their positions and waiting to be dropped onto the pnet below.

  “Power up your Bionic Lance and fire on that ptform.” He lightly said, seemingly to no one. However, his Leviathan grunted lowly.

  A loud humming sound erupted from within the entire gargantuan beast, increasing in intensity. It was different from it’s Warp Jump and seemed, deeper in a sense. The veins on it’s fleshy walls once more lit up, now in a bright blue color. After two minutes of charging up, the Leviathan opened it’s mouth to show a long row of teeth. From the back of it’s throat and shooting out was a blue high powered beam attack.

  It drowned out all sound and traveled across space extremely swiftly, aimed right for the ptform. Just as the beam nded, a shimmering shield protected it from damage. However, their shields weren’t up to the test grade and had a few problems in maintenance that no one bothered to take care of. As such, it soon broke apart. The beam shredded through the Defense Ptform’s hull and armor, almost tearing it in half.

  “Send out the fighters to finish the ptform and kill off any survivors. As for you, head into the pnet. Stay out range of their Anti-Air guns, but low enough we can unch the Drop Pods.” The Leviathan moaned lightly and did as he said.

  Meanwhile, Jason frowned deeply. Noticing this, Raven tapped him on his leg.

  “What’s wrong daddy?” He smiled and stroked her pitch bck hair with love.

  “Not a thing my sweet spiderling. Just realized I need a name for them.” He pointed out the window where his millions of fighter infected flew through space to destroy the Defense Ptform.

  Suddenly, he had an idea.

  “Why don’t you name them for me?” She made a thinking expression, putting one of her sharp fingers on her chin. A minute ter, she got it.

  “Killer Drones.” Jason hummed lightly, finding the name to be not too bad. Looking down at her, he chuckled a bit.

  Though she seemed the same, Jason could tell otherwise. His sweet spiderling wanted some praise. And like the good daddy he was, immediately did so.

  “That’s a great name pumpkin. I'm proud of you.” Smiling in a creepy insect way, she waved him down. Jason obediently did so and bent his body. Raven grabbed his face and kissed his cheek deeply, before backing up.

  “I love you daddy.” Jason smiled happily and stroked her hair.

  “Me too sweetheart. Now, let’s go kill some alien bastards huh?” Raven grinned darkly, thinking about nefarious deeds involving dissection. Something no sane child should do. Then again, perhaps it made sense considering who surrounded her.

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  It had been a fairly average day in Markiol, city on Lhetui. People got up, went about their business with frowns or smiles, and thought everything would be fine. That life would continue in the same boring and monotonous, yet safe way. The only thing they worried about were the useless militia who acted like the hottest shit around. When in fact, were power tripping losers whose egos couldn’t handle a single slight.

  Then, something new happened. ‘Meteors’ fell from the sky, burning like a ball of fmes. They smmed into the city below with great force, causing screams to erupt in terror. A few even crashed into a couple buildings and knocked them down. Why weren’t they alerted of a meteor shower by the Defense Ptform? While some ranted about the incompetence of those who ‘protected’ them, a few checked out the sites. These strange meteors had crashed in multiple parts of the city, causing many to surround them in curiosity. Not even a single suspicious bone in their body.

  “You sure that’s a meteor?” Someone asked his friend, squinting his eyes past the smoke. Could’ve sworn he saw something… move.

  “What else would it be? You scared or somethin?” Being teased in front of so many people made him snort and wave his hand.

  “Of course not. I’ll go in there right now.” He stepped closer and came to the edge of the hole. The thick smoke covered his vision, limiting how far he could see.

  Suddenly, he noticed something and focused harder. Is that… a figure? Before he could say a word, a humanoid creature leaped out and tackled him to the ground! He tried to fight back and push it away, yet the monster’s strength was immense!

  “Help me!” He screamed, watching with horror as the monster opened it’s mouth and bit his shoulder.

  Though stunned at first, the spectators moved to help. However, another flesh hungry monster exited the smoke. Slightly different yet looked simir. Then another. Another. Until dozens all erupted at once, ramming their bodies into the innocent civilians. They screamed and fled in haste. But some weren’t fast enough and thrown to the floor, ripped apart with brute like ferocity.

  Suddenly, a few stopped moving and began coughing, blood running down their eyes. Their bones cracked and shifted unnaturally, heads snapping from side to side.

  “Mommy?” A little Lorkin girl asked with concern, nudging her mother’s leg. She didn’t answer, head pointed to the sky as a lower jaw formed.

  The girl was scared and back up slightly, eyes gncing around at the chaos. So many were dying, making her fear heighten further. Why did everyone attack each other? Who were those monsters? And why… did her mother have a lower jaw?

  Her answers came in a strange, cruel way. The same mother who always supported her. Always loved and cared for her. Snapped her head towards her. The new mouth she gained opened, lower jaw unlocking as a horrid roar came from the depths of her throat.

  “M-Mommy?” As if being triggered, her mother ran straight for her without hesitation, arms reaching out.

  The child was frightened and wanted to run away. But how could she? Her sweet, caring mother roughly tackled her into the street and broke a few bones. Yet her pain was only beginning when her mother took out a chunk of flesh.

  Simir scenes were occurring all over the city, soon to be repeated over the entire pnet. The police and militia scrambled to fight back, but found themselves overwhelmed swiftly. The creature’s numbers swelled to an unstoppable amount. Former friends and family were amongst them, turned into ravenous beasts. Hungering for flesh and meat. Then there were the stronger ones, rger and more powerful. Almost as if mutated.

  A few noticed simirities between this and the pgue which rampages through their gaxy a little while ago. The virus had returned, better than ever.

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  ( Jason )

  Unlike what I originally believed, this pnet fell. Really, fucking, fast. Two weeks in and the entire world was mine. But thinking about it for longer than a few seconds, it made sense. My oversized Leviathan carried around eighty million infected. Ignore millions of newly named Killer Drones, and it’s still a sizable amount. Meanwhile, Lhetui only had about three hundred million in total. Most of which were worthless civilians.

  I definitely lost a few to their defenses, but my forces grew three fold as my virus covered the pnet. And thanks to my Tumor Mothers doing a damn fine job, the Infestation has spread at an insane pace. Little longer and the entire world will be corrupted to it's core. Then I’ll have Crazy Seven set himself up here and start building a… ‘religion’. Some might call it a cult, but that’s bsphemy and heresy. And heresy calls for purging.

  The only problem we faced came from our own numbers. I tested my parasite, same one which scared Elizabeth, by dropping them onto a small vilge. They worked pretty well and spread quickly. But… they attacked literally everything, including themselves. Back to the drawing board on that one. Besides a slight setback there, everything went well.

  As of now, we’re going to swiftly leave and allow this pce to build on it’s own. The Bio Mass Constructors are already in pce turning out more infected and Leviathans. I also pced a... coordinator. Someone to supervise everything. And this is just one pnet in a gaxy of several hundred million. Just imagining all the infected makes me giddy inside.

  I should also start spreading some Mimics out and about to infiltrate even more worlds. Those which are more heavily defended and hard to attack from the outside. Bet they'll never expect a few cities to suddenly become infected all at once. Only issue is making their supercharged virus bombs, but it's worth it.

  “What are you thinking about?” A sudden voice broke my thoughts, making me gnce down. A bloody Athena kneeled between my legs, stroking my cock and licking the side seductively.

  I stroked her hair gently for a few moments, before roughly grabbing a handful.

  “About the future and how many worlds will fall to us. Mountains of blood and corpses, towering past the clouds.” As she grinned, I shoved her down and impaled her throat with my cock. A moan exited my lips feeling her tightness.

  While she got to work, my eyes gnced around. A ruined alien city, fires still burning away. I sat on a literal crude throne of corpses, surrounded by Infestation and infected eating their meals. Such death and destruction as one of my 'wives' sucked me off… is quite the feeling. A good one to be sure.

  “Continue this. The next and the next will fall, just like this one.” My grip tightened as I forced her further down to the very end. She felt me enrge and knew a helping of baby batter was arriving. Yet didn’t back up, using her tongue to swirl around my meat.

  As I unloaded into her stomach, I gnced up at the cloudy skies and moaned softly. Does it get any better than this? Once finished, Athena slowly raised herself up, making sure to suck the entire way and get a little extra for her trouble. Her lips popped when coming off, echoing loudly in this destroyed area.

  She grinned at me, a wildness to her eyes as her armor began disappearing. Meanwhile, she stood to her full height and straddled me.

  “Ready to get fucked?” She asked, rubbing her toned ass against my already hard dick. I smiled and grabbed her muscur hips.

  “I should be asking you that.” Athena ughed loudly and raised herself up, before taking my entire length in a single go. Her stomach bulged lewdly as we both moaned at once. She felt… so tight!

  We said no further words between each other and simply fucked. The blood on her body rubbed off onto me, tickling my nostrils with the scent of metal. Strangely enough, it only increased my lust, making me go harder and rougher.

  While I pounded her guts with the fury of a thousand barbarians, my eyes gnced around. Just to see that destruction and chaotic atmosphere once more. Thank God- me, that the sisters are taking care of the children. How the fuck would I expin this to them? They ain’t ready for the infamous ‘talk’ yet. Not even close.

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  As Jason had the time of his life with Athena and killing off inferior aliens, the Alliance was scrambling. They had lost eight worlds in the span of a few weeks. Tried as best they could to cover up this lost, forcing news stations to say it was the Varnid threat. If they knew the horrible virus had returned and already ransacked multiple worlds, chaos would once again take hold of their civilization.

  Unfortunately, they could’ve never expected losing a ninth world. One which was not only extremely important and well defended, but deeper into their territory. The others were on the edge and didn’t matter too much. Just some rural worlds lost. This however, changed everything. A broadcasting world. And the one who attacked it? Their own men, twisted and corrupted.

  A fifty thousand strong fleet with multiple Cruisers came out of nowhere. The ones defending Khoi, the broadcasting world, weren’t suspicious at first. Sure their scanners picked up some anomalies, but still said they were Alliance ships. But when they arrived? Bck gunk invaded each ship, almost as if corrupted and... alive. Strange biological mass grew on the side, pulsing away like pus sores. Without even hailing them, the unknown fleet attacked immediately.

  Both the defending fleet and Defense Ptforms were caught off guard. Despite outnumbering the enemy, they took heavy loses. If that wasn’t bad enough, they got an alert about the Bck Virus seeping into their ships.

  “Contact the Alliance and inform them of-!” The Lorkin commander who led the defense fleet yelled, trying to give orders. But his entire ship shook greatly and the shields were taken offline.

  “Sir! We’ve taken critical damage! The med bay and hanger have gone dark!” He growled lightly at the bad news, his many eyes gring at the enemy fleet.

  Their sudden ambush had caused many loses due to being unprepared. Not only that, but the strategies they used were incredibly effective. Clearly, they knew exactly how to counter them in every way. The only conclusion? These were traitors who were aware of how they operated. Down to the very core.

  “Inform the Alliance of what’s happening here! And contact those down below to prepare for a pnetary invasion!” He could only helplessly watch as multiple ships broke past the blockade and flew down to the pnet below.

  There was no help the commander could offer them. Not until he cleaned up the fleet here. And he had zero confidence in doing such a thing.

  Meanwhile, thanks to being informed, numerous cities activated their shields and prepared for war. Unfortunately, they were simply outnumbered greatly. The ones invading would’ve caused them much damage, let alone the infected who suddenly cropped up inside the shield. They were too te. The virus had snuck in and infected only a handful of people. Yet that was enough, soon spreading faster than any pgue.

  Admiral Yaka stepped out of the small boarding craft and gnced around. His men had taken the most important city on the pnet in just a few hours. Thanks to virus infecting some inside the shield, the defenders fell swiftly. Only now that he too turned into a monster did he understand. The Alliance could not win in their current state. The… 'Master' and his virus simply grow too quickly. Nothing like the pgue from before.

  He shook his head and sighed. No matter his thoughts or feelings for his previous compatriots, they were meaningless. He had his orders. Ones which could not be refused or denied. Besides, was he truly the same species as his fellow Lorkins anymore? Now that he had a lower jaw?

  Eventually his feet carried him to the main broadcasting station. His men quickly cleaned the pce out, putting every innocent out of their misery before they were infected.

  “Connect me to every Alliance world. As far as the signal can reach.” They nodded and got to work. Once done and they gave him the signal, he cleared his throat.

  “People of the Alliance. My name, is Yaka Tai’jaik. Some of you may know me as an Admiral for your Navy. But this is no longer the case, for I have been reborn. Reborn into something, pure. Perfect in everyway. Lifted up from my inferior genes.”

  “I have only this message for you. For all of you. The Bck Virus has returned. Evolved. New. Perfect. You can either join and become like me-“ His upper right arm transformed into a smooth bde, the bone having a sharp gleam. Almost as if metal.

  “Improved. Filled with power beyond your comprehension and uplifted from your inferior selves. Or struggle and fight against us. Our unending numbers will drown you out, sughtering your worlds and drowning them in blood. And then you shall join anyway, as one of us.” He paused for a moment, to really let it set in. Their new and harsh reality.

  “For none shall escape the virus.”