[color=gray][INDENT][COLOR=SILVER][SUB][SUP][H3][b]UNKNOWN[/b][/H3][/SUP][/SUB][SUB]The Black (Uncharted Space) - Andromeda Galaxy[/SUB]
[SUP][i]Two Years Ago[/i][/SUP][/color][INDENT][color=#00ff00]<Query: Warworld>

<Reply: A Despot-lead infernal machine. Warworld is a planet sized weapon that is nearly as old as us. It has been less than functional for several millennia and will continue to be so as the technologies to repair it don’t exist outside of the B.R.A.I.N. Inter-Active Collective.>

<Status: Satisfactory>

<Query: Why would the Kryptonian willing risk his life for a lifeform of another species? It is unlike all documented Kryptonian behaviour. >

<Reply: Based on our trajectory, this Kryptonian was raised in a distant galaxy. He was not raised Kryptonian, he was raised by another race.>

<Statement: Curious, a Kryptonian with alien values.>

<Statement: Curiouser still, the Krypotonian appears to have a full array of racial attributes despite the tampering of the star Rao. Observation suggests his abilities to be in line with ancestral traits.>

<Conclusion: Genetic tampering.>

<Analysis: The Kryptonian would be a threat were he to mate. Dominant DNA would lead to a new race of Kryptonians. It would affect the balance of the Galaxy.>

<Observation: The Almeracian Queen has shown sexual interest in the Kryptonian.>

<Analysis: The Almeracian people are in the midst of an aggressive expansion. Though it would take several decades to measure the true effects of a Kryptonian/Almeracian hybrid, early analysis suggests it would be catastrophic to Hyborian Systems and its neighbours.>

<Conclusion: Almerac must be catalogued. Prepare a ship.>

<Statement: Launch sequence initiated.>[/color][/INDENT][/INDENT][CENTER][IMG]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019a7e3e-dca3-73ad-ab36-9f0298e88add.webp[/IMG][/CENTER][INDENT][COLOR=SILVER][SUB][SUP][H3][b]WARWORLD[/b][/H3][/SUP][/SUB][SUB]Ranx System - Andromeda Galaxy[/SUB]
[SUP][i]Two Years Ago[/i][/SUP][/color][indent][color=#6fa8dc]“I will not fight you, your highness.”[/color]

Clark dodged another blow from the large sword wielded by the Queen of Almerac as she advanced upon him. A construct of pure psychic energy, the blade wasn’t like anything Clark had ever encountered before. Leaping over the reclined divan, she shed her fur cloak, revealing her mail-like garb beneath that left nothing to the bashful farmboy’s imagination as he tried to keep distance between them.

[color=#b6d7a8]“I don’t recall giving you a choice,”[/color] The redheaded warrior retorted, cutting Clark’s nearest route of escape off, the psychic sword cleaving a large laceration into the floor. He pivoted at the last second, his cheeks flush as he clumsily dodged each subsequent blow, averting his eyes out of respect for the woman’s dignity.

[color=#b6d7a8]“You will not leave these quarters without giving me the fight I deserve.”[/color]

[color=#6fa8dc]“I have no desire to fight you,”[/color] Clark protested, catching the Queen’s arm by the elbow. Her strength was formidable, but it was her other abilities that made her more of a threat. 

[color=#b6d7a8]“Who knew such strength also possessed such meekness, truly you are a rare specimen.” [/color]The woman practically purred. Normally, she would have been repulsed by the reluctance to fight, but she had seen the Terran man tear through some of Mongul’s best, and even Mongul the Third had proven incapable of stopping this ‘Clark’s rise through the ranks of Warworld’s blood thirstiest. 

[color=#6fa8dc]“I don’t even know who you are,”[/color] Clark retorted, catching the woman’s weapon between his hands. The psychic construct pulsed in his palms, penetrating his defences. Clark winced as it began to cut into him, before snapping the construct in half, the weapon shattering like glass.

A smile crossed the woman’s red lips.

[color=#b6d7a8]“I am Queen Maxima of House Red, Sonja of Almerac, Protector of the Throne of Hyrkania, Radiant Mistress of the Hyborian Systems, She-Devil of the Winter Constellations and with you by my side, the Mother of Conquerers.”[/color]

Clark froze at her words.

[color=#b6d7a8]“Perhaps I was too forward,”[/color] Maxima teased, approaching Clark before tracing his chest with her finger. Circling around behind him, she touched his shoulders, rubbing his neck and inhaling his scent.

[color=#b6d7a8]“Should you best me, I am yours to lay with and my heirs would be strengthened for it. It is tradition on my world for the Sonja; the Queen, to seek a mate stronger than her to strengthen the entire bloodline. From what I have seen, you are the strongest man in the galaxy.”[/color] Maxima smiled, [color=#b6d7a8]“And as the Queen of Almerac, I require the strongest mate.”[/color]

[color=#6fa8dc]“Look, I’m flattered your highness, but I need to politely decl-”[/color]

[color=#b6d7a8]“Defend yourself!”[/color] Maxima cried, re-engaging Clark as a pair of psychic daggers appeared in her hands. She spun through the air, the constructs swirling around her telekinetically before unleashing a barrage. Dashing across his temporary quarters, Clark quickly fired his heat vision, deflecting several of the weapons before moving out of the way of the rest. 

Every strike Maxima made, Clark moved to deflect or avoid. He had no interest in harming the woman. Redirecting another blow, Clark spun Maxima around, before releasing her across the room as though they were involved in some deadly tango.

But the longer they danced around the room, the heavier the air filled with the Almeracian Queen’s pheromones. Clark could feel himself become flushed, his blood racing, his heart pounding. He was barely restraining his heat vision at this point, the overwhelming flow of hormones putting every part of him on edge and at attention.

She moved in closer to him, Clark wrapping his arms around Maxima to restrain her. Their faces moved closer, her lips brushing against his before suddenly she bit down on his lower lip. A mixed sensation of pain and pleasure flooded Clark’s body as he fought against the urge to simply give into his baser feelings. Maxima pulled back, releasing another of the pink energy blades. It flew true, slicing against Clark’s shoulder and through his robe. 

She spun around in a half circle, another blade released from her palm. Like the first, it too found its target as Clark found himself shirtless. Maxima rushed towards him, flying into the air as her legs wrapped around his bare torso. Clark could feel her legs squeezing as she moved to topple him but he stood firm. Her nails dragged down his back as she pushed harder and harder against him until finally, Clark had enough.

Pushing an arm in between himself and the warrior Queen, Clark brushed Maxima off with little effort, sending the woman into the air. With a burst of super speed, he intercepted her before she could recover and sent her directly into the hard, metal floors of Warworld. 

[color=#6fa8dc]“Stay down, your highness.”[/color]
 
[color=#b6d7a8]“You-”[/color] Maxima panted, beads of sweat dotting her brow as her bosom heaved to regain her breath, [color=#b6d7a8]“You have bested me. I am yours, claim your prize.”[/color] She moaned, spreading her legs as Clark released the woman and moved back, picking up Maxima’s discarded cloak and tossing it over her.

[color=#6fa8dc]“I’m sorry, your highness, but I’m not going to do that.”[/color]

[color=#b6d7a8]“No,”[/color] Maxima protested, propping herself up onto her elbows.[color=#b6d7a8] “No man resists a Queen of Almerac.”[/color]

[color=#6fa8dc]“Guess, I’m just not like most men.”[/color] Clark replied weakly with a small smile.[color=#6fa8dc] “If you wouldn’t mind,”[/color] He motioned to the door. [color=#6fa8dc]“I’m pretty exhausted.”[/color]

[color=#b6d7a8]“But I-”[/color] Maxima looked from the door to Clark again, confusion crossing her face.[color=#b6d7a8] “You have to, you won.”[/color]

[color=#6fa8dc]“I’m sorry, but that’s just not how we do it where I’m from.”[/color] Clark stretched out a hand to help Maxima to her feet. [color=#6fa8dc]“In fact, it’s considered downright criminal.”[/color]

Maxima said nothing. She had never felt shame or rejection before and wasn’t fond of either experience. Instead, she found herself experiencing a new kind of longing as she looked at Clark again.

[color=#b6d7a8]“And how do you find a mate on your world?”[/color]

[color=#6fa8dc]“Generally,”[/color] Clark started, taking a seat on his bed. [color=#6fa8dc]“A guy asks a girl out for dinner and a movie, y’know a chance to get to know each other and find common ground.”[/color]

[color=#b6d7a8]“Fascinating, so they don’t fight until the male bests the female?”[/color]

[color=#6fa8dc]“Ideally,”[/color] Clark replied with a smile, [color=#6fa8dc]“We call it dating and if that goes well, they get married.”[/color]

[color=#b6d7a8]“And how do we start dating?”[/color]

[color=#6fa8dc]“One of us would have to ask the other out.”[/color] Clark answered slightly amused by the turn in events.

[color=#b6d7a8]“It does not have to be the woman or the man? Both can equally ask this?”[/color]

[color=#6fa8dc]“I like to think so, traditionally it was the man, but I think Earth has come a long way on this.”[/color]

[color=#b6d7a8]“Clark of Earth,”[/color] Maxima stated, [color=#b6d7a8]“Would you share a meal with me?”[/color]

Clark faltered for a second. His heart panged for home, for the familiarity of the world he knew, the customs he was raised with. His trip to space hadn’t turned out at all how he thought it would, and he had already been gone far too long.

But perhaps this was his life now.

He looked up at Maxima, his blue eyes smiling as he spoke.

[color=#6fa8dc]“It’s a date.”[/color][/INDENT][/INDENT][/COLOR]