Tanak stood on the bridge of The Crimson Spear, looking down at the moon, Veldt, which orbited a massive gas giant. He didn't bother making his presence on the battlefield as his troops raged through the outer defenses of a farming village where its inhabitants declared rebellion. It appeared they had gathered a small group of rebels to fight the Imperium. Yet, this small band of "heroes" with nothing but primitive tools at their expense was nothing against the technological supremacy that the Grand Imperium contained on their side and the mighty commandos who trained rigorously to end the rebellions.
Fighting farmers who have taken up arms was beneath him, only taking this job when he heard of the incompetent Imperium Admiral who failed in securing a simple farming village and suppressing their rebellion. It was up to Tanak to finish the job where the admiral had failed to do so. Though he would like to be somewhere else in the galaxy, he had to ensure the decimation of the Veldt rebellion. One could never leave one group of rebels to wander and fester, rebellions grew like plagues and it was only right to squander it as fast as possible.
From what Tanak had read from the reports from the admiral stationed on the moon, the people of Veldt were technologically behind, having no advanced machinery to help them with their farming, and working by hand. Though that was not uncommon as Tanak was once a farmer in his youth, he at least surrounded himself with machinery and equipment which made work easier. But it seemed no one on Veldt had the mechanized tools for their farming, in a way they were much more primitive than the rest of the farming planets and moons in the galaxy--something which proved to become their ultimate downfall.
"General Tanak, our forces have overrun the village, and their numbers are depleting quickly. Some of the farmers are beginning to surrender," the field commander announced through the ship terminal's communications.
"Excellent news," Tanak answered through the comms, thinking about his new line of orders to give to the commander. "The rebelling male farmers shall be spared for transportation to mineral mines. You know what to do with the women,"
"As you wish, sir," the field commander said before contact cut. Though he could not attend, Tanak thought about the fun his men had on the ground with the surrendering female rebels and farmers. The thought of the mass orgy between unwitting rebels and dominating Terror Troopers was already making his cock stiffen. Tanak knew damn well how hard-working farmers were, especially female farmers, he knew that his men would have too much fun fucking their amazingly fit bodies. They were technically built to be bred by sturdy Imperium males. Once they were finished with the farmers of Veldt, the Imperium would begin to drop more of its forces on the planet, industrializing the world with technology that would allow for the continued growth of crops that would continue to feed the citizens of the Imperium and its troops.
"Sir, we have something here that might need your immediate attention. We found someone exceptional among these farmers," said the field commander through the control board.
"If it is something that will catch my interest, then bring this special someone to me immediately," Tanak said. Whoever they had found on that little moon, it had to be interesting if the field commander was telling him it was something that would have his immediate attention.
Moments later, one of the Imperium dropships returned to The Crimson Spear, and the female captive was taken towards the interrogation room. Tanak arrived at the room where two soldiers stood outside, standing guard. Tanak entered the room and saw a young petite-sized woman with short brownish hair cut into a pixie cut sitting in the middle of the room. Her skin was tanned and appeared creamy and soft, glistening with sweat. She appeared roughed up from the battle yet retained her beauty like nothing had happened to her. Her clothes seemed almost ragged, probably from a scuffle with the troops.
An Imperium officer approached Tanak with a datapad in his hands. Tanak demanded what was so interesting about this girl despite being another piece of fuckable meat for him to impregnate. The officer handed the general his datapad that Tanak began to read out, though the woman's name was Hanna which the farmers called her, her real name was Isolde; princess of Elysia. Rumors had it that she fled Elysia and disappeared into the cosmos once The Grand Imperium appeared on the planet and the king declared his loyalties and welcomed them with open arms. Of all the places where Tanak would find a long-lost princess, he never imagined that he would find one on a backwater moon amongst peasants on the furthest reaches of Imperium space where no one would dare look for her.
"I assume your name is not Hanna, correct?" Tanak mocked her as he knew the full truth of this simple farm girl who tried rebelling against the Imperium, "I assume your real name is Princess Isolde of Elysia, the only daughter and firstborn to King Otto and Queen Eva, and the rightful heir to the Elysian throne,"
"Go to hell," she barked at him, looking at the Imperium general with a defiant fire glaring through her eyes, "as long as I can draw breath, I will never submit to the Imperium. You bastards have been oppressing the galaxy for too long,"
"Oh, you naive young woman," he said, stepping closer towards the princess, "the Imperium has ensured that nothing but peace and order is restored to the galaxy no matter the cost. Only the rebels who defy our perfect order are the root of all this chaos. Rebellion brings nothing but suffering, and rebellion has consequences. Do you know what they are doing to those farmers on Veldt? That's a consequence of your rebellion,"
"Fuck you!" Isolde spat at him and continued hurling vulgarities at him, remaining as defiant as ever, "Drop dead! Get fucked! Die in a fire!"
How disappointing to see this once prestigious princess giving in to these rebellious attitudes. Isolde could've had it all: an entire kingdom for herself once the King and Queen passed, and she would be sworn in as the next ruler. Now, she wastes all that by being a rebel, communing with peasants, and leading a rebellion, dooming them to a fate all rebels suffer.
