To be a Viltrumite (Dc)

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*Reach Science base*

Walking through the halls of a large futuristic base one could find a green-skinned alien in formal attire scowling.

Tall, 6'5. Relatively thin. But the hat he wears indicates his role as a high-ranking member of the Reach empire.

He ignores the saluting guards. And scrambling workers. Approaching an isolated room in the far reaches of the base. The high-ranking Reach official swipes his hand on a hovering pad.

The door in front of him slowly opens. The official puts his hands behind his back as he enters the large room.

No lights. Just a small flicker hanging over an operating table. Inside numerous scientists appear to be deeply immersed in their work as the official steps forward.

"Have you made any progress?" The official's voice is cold. Expectant. This caused the scientists to pause.

Down on the table is a dead Viltrumite. The only one they managed to kill. Pale. No hair. Slightly greying mustache. Unremarkable amongst their ranks. But this is all they needed to study the Viltrumites' DNA structure.

The high-ranking official clenches his hands tightly. They sent tens of thousands. Managed to get help from the coalition of planets despite their bad blood. And they only managed to get one of 54 Viltrumites and lost an entire galactic fleet. They only managed to kill one off by pure luck. A tungsten steel rod at 100 times the speed of light right through the heart. If this Viltrumite was paying attention he would've easily dodged.

"No, sir. You should see their muscle tissue it's like trying to cut through Nth metal." One notable scientist speaks with awe. On que two laser beams shoot down onto the corpse. But fails to cause any notable damage to the skin.

"Even while dead. The body remains 'Alive' in a sense. His blood cells haven't deteriorated even a bit. The only real indication that he's passed on is his lack of brain signals. It's like their immortal..." The scientist's voice is tinged with joy. Like a child getting the present they wanted on their birthday.

The lasers pick up energy. Going from a stagnant whir of energy to twin piercing beams. Slowly digging into the flesh of the dead Viltrumite.

"He's going to be godlike when we're done with him." A sick smile can be seen on the alien's face as he stares at the corpse.

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(Back with Vergil)

Sitting down on a rock on the Gelderian moon. I silently contemplate how things escalated so fast. I mean we won the fight and all, but shit hit the fan fast.

We had to leave the planet because its core was destabilized causing it to fucking explode. That did not stop the fighting. We just continued it in space.

After what felt like days we finally made a notable dent in the innumerable number of scarabs and federation drones. Driving them off after a drawn-out fight.

The 50 of us were doing pretty well. Until Thragg wrapped up his fight with the Gelderian king. Then it became a slightly exhausting one-sided fight in our favor.

But that's not what I find irritating. One of us died. Listen. I don't care about the Vother Viltrumites or anything. Except for one of them. But the fact that one of us died shattered my image of our people immediately.

I know. 54, well 53 cause Oanan wasn't in the fray. Against tens of thousands sounds like an impossible task. But we're Viltrumites. The cousins of the Kryptonians. Hailed as basically invincible by most of the universe.

Yet one of our elite was killed. I mean. The guy wasn't paying attention. Too busy having fun dismantling an obvious distraction. But he was still killed.

Thragg as usual didn't show any emotion on the matter. But I could tell he was furious. The subtle clench of his fist. The coldness in his eyes. The rough way he spoke to the rest of us.

He was fooled by the Reach. And now they've managed to recover a dead Viltrumite. Leading to direct access to our DNA and how we work.

His pride is damaged. I can tell this has become personal for him. But I don't think we can handle a war with the reach. They run a massive part of the galaxy. Like 5%, that may not seem like much but that's millions of planets.

While we only hold control over around 0.9%. 4 thousand people aren't fighting off billions. No matter how strong we are.

I don't think our current population could handle a massive war. And the Viltrumites don't exactly have allies. So we're in a bad spot. Thragg lets the killing of one of his people slide and loses 'Face' or he wages war against the coalition and the Reach to maintain our image.

My thoughts are interrupted by a familiar figure flying to me from the nearby warship. I smile slightly as Ursall wears me.

(Vergil... are you still brooding?) Her voice reaches my mind once she's close enough as I rub my temples at her teasing.

(No. I'm not, wanna join me, princess?)

Ursall smiles but shakes her head. Looking in the distance at the red star that was once the Gelderians.

(I would love to normally. But Father wishes to leave this system in haste. He's unhappy with the result of this battle and is going to make a big announcement.) I scowl. Looks like he's going for the war option.

(Fine... let's go.)

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Back to training it is. After arriving back on Viltrum. Thragg set everything back into motion. So we're returning to our formal 3-man squads.

We're set to patrol our galactic borders. So I'm back with Nolan and Varnis, quite frankly it annoys me.

Clenching my fist. I can feel the barely restrained power behind my muscles. I've gotten stronger. What feels like a 50% jump in raw strength. My body is also tougher.

I can bench press city-sized meteors. And deadlift continent-sized ones. What? I'm a bored teenager with the power to travel in space. I can do what I want.

(Vergil get out of your head and pay attention)

A familiar very annoying voice enters my mind as I turn my attention back to the other two Viltrumites. We're currently floating above a deep blue-green planet. With small patches of blue. Similar to Earth... but not quite. The orange clouds and red sun show the distinctive differences.

We're here to quell a rebellion. These guys have just managed to create a nuclear blast. So sending us here is overkill. 3 powerful Viltrumites to a primitive planet. But Thragg isn't in the mood to be merciful. We've already shown we aren't invincible in the most recent small war.

The first Viltrumite to be killed in combat by the Reach in over 10,000 years. It's a big deal for the rest of the universe. It gives them hope. Usually, it takes an entire squad of Green Lanterns to take down just one. Which doesn't make us lose appearances. An entire squad of beings with one of the most powerful weapons in the universe banding together to take down an average Viltrumite shows how strong we are.

But that one guy was assassinated by a random grunt with a unique rifle. Everything the Viltrumites are currently doing is to soothe Thragg's ego and our people's image.

Slowly. The three of us enter the atmosphere. Flames engulf us at our rapid descent but we ignore them. There's no more communication. Our chemistry is high enough for us to immediately understand our roles.

I fly off from the two of them as numerous alien aircraft intercept them. I aim for a local city. Spotting civilians I slow my descent to avoid killing them. There's no reason too. This is just to stop their rebels. Not slaughter needlessly.

I float above the numerous people. I spot some of them looking up at me with barely contained horror. I hate that look. The way my appearance alone just strikes fear into their souls.

"VILTRUMITE!"

One of the yells as they all begin to run for their lives. Abandoning their vehicles. Picking up their young children. I blink.

-Click

My sensitive ears pick up a slightly audible click in the middle of the street. I raise an eyebrow before the entire city block explodes.

The flames engulf me. But I remain still. Crossing my arms. I spot figures emerging from behind numerous buildings. Weird guns in their hands.

The smoke and flames cleared. But some fire lingers on the rubble of numerous destroyed buildings. The numerous men shoot their guns at me.

Each impact is like a newborn balling up their fist and punching a grown man full force. I don't feel it. More dust rises as the numerous energy bullets pelt me.

I note that in their bombing of the entire city block. They killed numerous fleeing Civilians. I scowl a bit. Why do alien races do that so often?

Once the onslaught of bullets stops I remain floating in the cloud of dust for suspense. Once the dust clears I inhale deeply.

"My turn."

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Staring into a mirror in my small Viltrumite home. I feel my arms shaking slightly. It's been about a month since the mission with Nolan and Varnis.

"My skin..."

Long gone is the familiar green hue. The indication of my mixed heritage. Now I'm the familiar pale white of my sperm donor. The Viltrumites' DNA has now completely taken over.

My black hair is long now. My green eyes are a bit less deep green. This all happened overnight. No buildup. Just poof.

I resist the urge to shatter the mirror in front of me. Why do I look like him? Why do I have to look like him?

[Image]

Turning away. I breathe out due to habit. I steady myself mentally before I hear the familiar shift of my door opening.

"Vergil, do you wish to go-"

Ursall stops as she spots my new appearance. I grimace in annoyance at her stare before walking over to my bed to sit down.

"Yes. I know-"

"It seems your Viltrumite DNA has cleansed the green hue on your dermal layer."

I nod. Biting my lip in annoyance I quickly move to leave my home.

"You want to spar? Let's go."

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Growling in slight anger. I block a punch with my forearms. Lashing out with a return kick that Ursall dodges and attempts to manipulate by grabbing my outstretched limb.

But instead of letting her toss me, I pull my leg full force. Making her float a bit forward giving me the opportunity to slam my elbow into her cheek sending her careening into the ground.

I follow after. Not giving her a time to recover i slam down onto her. My hands find her wrist as I attempt to keep her down.

I grunt in slight effort before I realize our position. Ursall pauses aswell before looking up into my eyes.

I jump away from the awkward positioning. Ursall remains her composure aswell as we clash once more.