I’ll be the Red Ranger
Chapter 129 – The Empress

- The Empress -

The Empress drew a long, measured breath, her patience wearing thin after yet another interminable meeting with her generals. ‘What do they desire this time?’ she mused, a hint of irritation flickering across her otherwise stoic visage. The ceaseless infighting among her troops was becoming tiresome, even to someone of her considerable years.

Before her stretched the vast war chamber—a colossal hall made from ancient stone and reinforced with immense steel beams. The architecture exuded an aura of raw brutality and power, hallmarks of a culture that revered strength above all else. The stone walls were etched with runes, their mystical patterns aiding in retaining the arcane energies harnessed during their rituals.

Magic. An enigma that the Empress had never fully grasped. Bestowed by the gods upon a select few, its workings remained elusive to her. She was not among the fortunate gifted with such talents. Yet, her veins carried a legacy uniquely touched by these mystical forces, granting her lineage lifespans nearly a hundred times longer than any of her peers. It was little wonder that nothing in this war surprised her anymore; she had witnessed its patterns repeat themselves dozens of times over.

At the center of the chamber lay a monumental tactical table sculpted directly into the floor. Its expansive surface shimmered with ethereal projections—ever-changing battle maps and shifting troop movements rendered in silver and azure light hues. Around it, generals huddled, their voices a chorus of deep, guttural tones that echoed through the hall. Clad in mismatched armor adorned with jagged spikes and war medals, they gestured emphatically as they debated strategies and countermeasures.

Above them, the empress sat upon a colossal throne. Her imposing figure was encased in a unique armor. The armor's dark sheen was interrupted by intricate engravings and runes. Her gaze, piercing and unwavering, swept over the generals below, scrutinizing every word spoken, every movement made.

Behind her, vast banners draped from the vaulted ceilings, their rich crimson and onyx fabrics stirring gently in the subtle currents of air. Emblazoned upon them were sigils of conquest and annihilation—emblems of her empire's relentless expansion and dominance.

"Empress Grashka!" One of the red-skinned Generals turned towards the throne. His voice boomed through the grand war chamber, echoing off the stone walls etched with ancient runes. "We cannot continue like this. The Insectoids keep expanding and accelerating their incursions in the eastern sectors. If we don't act now, they'll spiral out of control!"

"Silence," she commanded, her tone as cold and unyielding as forged steel. Seated upon her throne, Empress Grashka's gaze was unwavering. "We've had this conversation before. With the resources at our disposal, we cannot prepare a defense against the Insectoids. Besides, they must be facing pressure from the north as well."

The general's jaw tightened, his eyes reflecting a mixture of frustration and dissent. It was clear he disagreed with her assessment, but to Grashka, he was little more than a petulant child—a soldier who failed to see the bigger picture.

"Instead of wasting time discussing the Insectoids," the Empress continued, her sharp gaze piercing each of the assembled generals, "you should be focusing on the front with the humans. Do not underestimate them. That's how we lost the opportunity to eliminate them during the initial Waves." Her reprimand hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of past failures. Some of the generals shifted uncomfortably, memories of those defeats still fresh despite the passage of time.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the general conceded, bowing his head. "In that case, there's little reason for concern. The humans persist with their old tactics, desperately clinging to any minor victory to push us off Olympus."

Another general stepped forward, his armor rattling with the movement. "We have most of the Titans planned ready for deployment," he reported. "They won't know what hit them. We should be capable of wiping them from the planet entirely. Additionally, we have several fleets positioned to prevent them from receiving any support from off-world."

Grashka leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing. "When will this attack commence?" she inquired.

"We will initiate next month," the second general explained confidently.

The Empress stroked her chin thoughtfully.

Just as the tension in the war chamber reached its peak, the massive iron doors groaned and swung open with a resounding clang. Every head turned as a yellow-skinned Ork messenger hurried inside, his footsteps echoing against the stone floor. The runes etched into the walls seemed to flicker in response to his intrusion.

Empress Grashka fixed him with a furious glare, her eyes blazing beneath the shadow of her ceremonial helm. The air grew thick with a palpable hostility, and the generals fell silent, stepping back to allow the messenger passage.

"Empress, we have received an urgent message," the messenger announced, bowing deeply to avoid her wrath.

"Speak," Grashka commanded, her voice cold and sharp as tempered steel.

"It was transmitted through our secret channel," he explained, straightening cautiously.

Grashka's eyes narrowed. "Ah, it must be the brat from the shadows," she mused, a hint of contempt coloring her words. She had anticipated a message after such a long silence.

"He reports that the humans are close to discovering our plant on Olympus," the messenger continued. He bowed again, then stepped back, hoping to retreat from the center of her ire.

A flash of anger crossed the Empress's face. She slammed her fist onto the armrest of her throne. Though the gesture seemed restrained, it sent a shockwave of Energy rippling through the chamber. The very air vibrated. The runes along the stone walls flared ominously. Even the battle-hardened generals felt the weight of her power pressing upon them, a suffocating force that stole the breath from their lungs. The messenger fell to his knees, gasping as he struggled to remain conscious.

"How many Titans do we have ready?" Grashka demanded, her gaze cutting like a dagger toward the nearest general.

Clearing his throat, the general straightened despite the oppressive Energy. "We have over fifty awaiting your command," he replied, his voice steady but his eyes betraying a hint of unease.

"Then attack—now," the Empress ordered, her tone brooking no argument. "Reduce the human base to dust."

A murmur rippled through the gathered generals. Finally, one mustered the courage to speak, stepping forward hesitantly. Swallowing hard, he dared to meet Empress Grashka's piercing gaze.

"Your Majesty," he began cautiously, "is this also the will of our god? His last message to us was that we should fortify our positions on Olympus."

Grashka's eyes flashed with fury, and the very air in the chamber seemed to crackle with latent Energy. "I AM YOUR GOD!" she thundered, her voice echoing off the stone walls and causing the runes etched upon them to shimmer ominously. "The life of each and every one of you is in my hands. I am the envoy of the Sovereign, and I will lead you to victory. MARCH!"

Her exclamation left no room for doubt or hesitation. The generals felt the weight of her authority bearing down upon them like a physical force. The one who had spoken paled visibly under her wrath.

"Y-yes, Your Majesty," the Olympus general stammered, bowing deeply to hide the flicker of apprehension in his eyes. He retreated into the ranks, his earlier defiance thoroughly quashed.

Grashka's gaze swept over the assembly, each general wilting slightly under her intense scrutiny. She took a deliberate breath before continuing, her voice lowering but losing none of its fierce intensity. "Dispatch the Bio-Mage to the brat," she commanded. "This will strike a blow against humanity, divide their forces, and secure Olympus for us."

One of the generals bowed sharply and hastened out of the chamber, his footsteps echoing as he rushed to fulfill her orders.

"Are the prisoners we acquired still on Olympus?" Grashka inquired, directing her question to another general.

"Yes, Empress," the second general responded promptly. "We've been using them for research on the new Titans."

"Evacuate them immediately," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for objection. "We cannot afford to lose them under any circumstances. If we have managed to turn the war in our favor, it is because of them. If even one prisoner is lost, I will hold each of you personally responsible. I will have your heads!"

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