Invincible: Vilgax

(Some dark topics mentioned in this chapter, not outright stated but implied, so be warned)

*Vilgax POV*

*Location: Cintura, Capital City*

*Date: 5025th Rotation/1980 Earth Year*

Let it be known that while our interstellar tech was still a...bit behind, that didn't mean we were ill-equipped for battle in the worst-case scenario. They had already created plasma cannons and rifles for their soldiers. It was interesting to see how the collision of two civilizations' technology would unfold. I vividly remember seeing one of those ships being shot out of the sky, alongside the smaller ones. The despair as the Viltrumite overshadowed the pride I felt to be part of this species, as Nolan ripped our weapons apart in seconds. 

Either way, I wasn't able to see the last bits of our first battle as I hurried alongside everyone else into the nearest shelter, which was under the Military Division's center. It was heavily fortified in case of attack by enemy forces, well, during the civil war periods anyway, but it had long been upgraded and modified so that civilians wouldn't be caught up in it. 

Once we had finally taken shelter, I could hear the distant sound of blasts and destruction as our city was now ground zero for galactic conquest. The sounds of our soldiers being deployed and dying in battle as the building shook above us, I could see families huddled together, scared out of their minds, others who were pacing, unsure of what to do with the information we were not alone in this universe, and that it was not all peaceful. 

I, however, and a few others were internally debating on what to do next. I was sure this place had an emergency exit or tunnel system of some kind so that civilians could escape if they needed to. That was my main concern at the moment, mostly becuase I don't think our world had the technology nor resources to stop a full-on Viltrumite assault, I knew they had a weakness but the details were a bit...fuzzy so to speak, honestly if I knew the universe I was in, I would've written them all down somewhere private when I had the chance. 

Right now, though, the was neither here nor there, as I searched for an emergency exit, eventually finding it covered up by some trash cans and other boxes. I made sure to move all the stuff out of the way, with some effort for a few of them, but even if I was an engineer, I wasn't a slouch either, and continued improving my strength/durability, so it was no trouble moving them. 

I opened up the hatch and made my way into the tunnels, with a few of the other following behind me. I think most of them knew that the building wouldn't hold forever and that getting out as fast as possible was their best chance at survival. Even if none of us knew what was going to happen, well, I had a pretty good guess based on just the basics I knew about Viltrumites and their physiology, their strength, speed, durability, and sheer ruthlessness made them effective planet conquerors. 

So, for now, all we needed to do was survive and hope that most of us are left afterward. 

*Time Skip: 6 months*

Six...Months, that's how long it took for the invading force and Nolan to conquer us. Sure, we put up a good fight. At least that's what I like to tell myself, but the reality was we didn't even give the fucker a nosebleed. No, we mostly took care of the species they enslaved, giving them quick deaths and all that. 

During those months, though, we had an upsurge in cybernetic weapons, and I mean real interesting stuff. Laser-augmented arms and cannons on their backs. Alongside that, some basic exoskeletons were grafted onto them to increase their strength and speed, alongside a multitude of other stuff. 

It gave me a few new ideas on how I could potentially improve myself, how I could use these cybernetic parts to augment my strength and durability, further improving them. Alongside the fact that magic exists in this universe, something not really explored in the actual series, if I remember correctly, so that was another avenue to explore. Although it didn't matter during those six months, no, my life was all surgery, essentially, and helping the former Military division create more weapons for them to use.

We did manage to salvage a few of their ships and incorporate the technology into our own, and build our own ships. Sure, none of the people building it liked the fuel source they used, but I think everyone knew deep down that we needed an escape because even if we did have a few wins and were able to run and dodge them, Nolan was enough to turn the tide and beat us down. More and more of my people died, so six months later, and here we were, the last resistance holdout, ready to leave the planet and try to escape. 

In total, we amounted to 2500, yeah, not a whole lot when compared to the billions we had before all this. We had a few big ships and a few small ones, alongside a lot of decoys that would be on autopilot to help distract the invaders, and...and those of us who turned traitor, which was not surprisingly a lot of us. A lot of people wanted to survive, some wanted to die standing on their feet and choose to go out in a blaze of glory kind of way, us, though, we wanted to give the next generation a chance to fight back, to find others like us who were conquered and become part of something greater.

I was to be stationed on a medium-sized ship, built for long-distance travel and speed. Alongside some basic weapons to define myself with, my job was to further improve our technology till we were on equal footing with the Viltrumites' strength, which we later learned of through his own mouth as he declared victory over us, essentially. Not a fun day for anyone, I think a few of us...took matters into their own hands that day, it was a dark day for a lot of people, and some of us will never recover from that, we still needed to focus on the future, on the future of our species. 

As I put the last bit of my luggage on that ship, I knew what would happen to me. I knew that, in reality, this ship was designed to be a distraction. After all the projects that gave birth to me alongside other mutated children, who would one day create more beings like me, didn't exist anymore, not in any meaningful capacity anyway. Sitting in the captain's chair, or what was essentially it anyway, and I began activating the control console, putting it in the coordinates to a nearby planet we believed to be habitable. 

My ship, alongside the smaller and similarly sized ones, would be the first to launch, a distraction to the invader, while Nolan would be busy with the few of us who choose to stay behind. A distraction for him, specifically, and augmented to the teeth to be as strong as possible, armed with every weapon we could salvage, given to them.

They would keep him busy long enough for us to escape the atmosphere, and right now, as our ships began to launch themselves. As my ship pierced the atmosphere, I got a good look at the invaders' ships, and they were essentially your typical sci-fi ships, with the large thrusters on their backs same as our ships, and we were spotted immediatly as smaller shiips began exitign the main ones, and began firing upon us when they had a clear sight on us. 

I began firing back, making sure to keep their attention as the larger ships pierced the atmosphere, a tiny bit faster than the one I was currently piloting, alongside the others. I twisted and turned, taking out some of the more deadly ships, taking out some of their weapons and thrusters, keeping them distracted and on me as the others were doing. 

Some of our larger ships, though, were targeted and...taken out once the bigger ships had a clear target. I tried my best to keep them distracted, but it soon came to the point where we had to get an exit window, as the decoy ships were taken out, and more and more of us were falling with the large ships, the ones that surived at least were out of sight, and would hopefully be out of Nolan's range soon enough if all went to plan. 

Clicking a few buttons on the armrest, I began flipping some switches as well, diverting power to shields and thrusters. I took a few hits in the process, but I was able to survive long enough to see more and more of my people escape, to rendezvous in a nearby galaxy that was hopefully lifeless but habitable to regroup and plan out our next move. 

The only problem with that plan...one of the shots hit my thrusters alongside my navigation systems, which, as I sent full power to full thrusters, sent me spiraling in the opposite direction, towards the unknown. I could see the stars pass by as I hurried around the ship, putting out fires, trying my best to repair the ship to the best of my ability wth the basic knowledge I had or was taught anyway. 

I had to cut some wires and attach them to other places, divert power away from the engines a bit, to help stave off any more damage to the engines. It wouldn't be pretty, but hopefully it would be enough to find a planet with a breathable atmosphere, and while yes, we had some masks to help breathe in hostile environments or places where we couldn't obviously, but it wouldn't last forever.

Which was why I wanted to make sure as much as possible the ship could be salvaged and reused to find the others. No doubt they would believe me dead, as while I was one of the last ones to leave, I wasn't the last one to leave, so they would most likely assume I was dead or a prisoner, as I would too. 

Once the ship was stabilized, I sat back down, doing my best to steer the ship as much as possible alongside a map of known planets, alongside the chances of them having breathable atmospheres. Eventually, my eyes fell on a red world that had a 67% of being breathable, which was far better than the other planets, and as my ship closed in, I could make the faint outlines of a technologically advanced civilization, which meant they could help me.

Help me both repair my ship...and perhaps myself if this goes wrong.