Intergalactic conquest with an AI

"Who are you bitches?!" the pompous student snarled, his arrogance undeterred even by the presence of the twins. "How dare you look down on a noble like me!? Come down from there so I can play with you!" His sneer was as full of entitlement as his words, earning an unimpressed glance from Nyra.

Nyra raised her hand and peered at him through her fingers as though inspecting something minuscule. "Mmm, I don't know," she said, her voice playful and dripping with mockery. "You're not my type, you know? Compared to the one I like, you're just... a small ant."

The student let out an exaggerated sigh, crossing his arms as if her words hadn't phased him. "Tsk. Another blind bitch who doesn't know greatness when she sees it," he said, his chest puffed out with misplaced confidence.

Nyra was about to respond, but the boy, emboldened by his own delusions, smirked and added, "Pretty sure the one you like is just a tra―"

Before he could finish his sentence, the world spun, and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground. His mouth was forced wide open, a gun shoved deep inside it. His eyes bulged with terror as he looked up to see Lyra perched on top of him, her glowing crimson eyes burning with fury.

The atmosphere shifted in an instant. The playful banter between the twins was gone, replaced by an oppressive, almost suffocating intensity. Lyra pressed the barrel of the gun further into his mouth, making him gag as her voice came out low and icy.

"Don't you dare compare yourself to my master again," she growled, her tone dripping with venom. "If it weren't for the fact that we don't want to alert the guards, I would've blown your head off the moment you opened that filthy mouth of yours."

The other students froze, their arrogance vanishing in the face of the silver-haired girl's wrath. The student beneath Lyra whimpered, his eyes filled with despair as he realized just how close he was to death.

Nyra, meanwhile, descended the stairs in a blur, clapping her hands in mock applause as she approached. "Wow, sis! I've got to say, you really have it in you!" she said with a wide grin, her tone exaggeratedly dramatic. "I was starting to wonder if you were really my twin or not! Bravo, bravo!"

Lyra blinked, her sister's words breaking through the fog of her anger. Her glowing eyes dimmed slightly, and she looked down, realizing where she was and what she was doing. "W-what? When? Who? Why?!" she stammered, her face flushing as she quickly tried to regain her composure.

She scrambled to her feet, grabbing the student by his head and tossing him like a sack of garbage toward his friends. The impact sent them tumbling backward in a heap, groaning in pain.

"P-pervert!" Lyra snapped, her cheeks still red. "What were you doing under me?! Get out of here!"

Nyra couldn't hold back her laughter. "Oh, now you've really done it, sis," she said, walking over to one of the unconscious students and poking his limp body with her foot. "You're way more dangerous than I am."

Lyra whipped around, flustered and defensive. "No, no! It wasn't me! I don't know what happened!" she said while her crimson eyes darted around nervously. "It's his fault! Who told him to badmouth Rex?! He deserved it!"

Nyra smiled knowingly, clearly enjoying her sister's embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Erik, who had finally managed to get to his feet, stood a few steps away, staring at the twins in shock. He had seen a lot of things in his time at this cruel academy, but nothing like this.

"W-who are you guys?" Erik asked hesitantly, his voice filled with both confusion and awe.

Nyra clapped her hands together, turning her attention back to Erik with a bright smile. "Ah! Little Erik!" she said cheerfully, as if they hadn't just turned the courtyard into a battlefield.

"I almost forgot about you, but it wasn't my fault; it was all my dumb sister's fault for causing such a mess." She pointed at Lyra, who groaned and covered her face with her hands.

"Are you assassins?" Erik asked, taking a cautious step back. "Who sent you? Even if you're wearing our school uniforms, I can tell you're not from here."

Nyra glanced down at the pristine academy uniform she was wearing, then back at Erik. "Oh? You mean these?" she said, plucking at the fabric. "Yeah, that was my little sister's idea. Something about going 'undetected.'"

She gestured dramatically to the chaos around them. "But considering what she just did, I'd say it didn't work too well."

Lyra sighed heavily, finally lowering her hands. "Don't worry," she said, her tone calm and reassuring. "We're not assassins."

"Actually, we are assassins," Nyra chimed in with a mischievous grin, peeking out from behind her sister.

Lyra spun around, glaring at her twin. "Sis, please shut up! You're not helping!"

"What? I'm just saying the truth!" Nyra said innocently, throwing her arms in the air. Then, with mock panic, she cried out, "Help! They're trying to silence me! Where's the police?! I demand justice!"

Lyra let out a groan of frustration, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I give up," she muttered.

Nyra giggled, clearly enjoying herself, before turning back to Erik with a playful wink.

Lyra took a deep breath, stepping forward to address Erik directly. "Our master sent us to fetch you," she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We're here to take you to the New Human Empire flagship, where your father is waiting for you."

Erik blinked, stunned by her words. "My... dad?"

"Yup!" Nyra chimed in, popping up beside Lyra with a grin. "So, are you coming with us, or do we have to cause more trouble to convince you?"

Erik hesitated for a moment, glancing at the unconscious students scattered around the courtyard. Then he looked back at the twins, their crimson eyes glowing faintly in the sunlight.

"Alright," he said finally, his voice steady. "I'll come with you."

Nyra clapped her hands together again, beaming. "Great! Let's get out of here before the guards show up. I'd hate to have to 'explain' this mess."

With that, the twins flanked Erik and began leading him away from the scene, leaving the other students to pick themselves up and wonder what kind of storm they had just unleashed.

"So, where are we going now?" Erik asked as he walked a few steps behind the twins, still trying to process the whirlwind of chaos that had just unfolded.

"Well, right now we're heading to the parking lot," Lyra replied without looking back, her tone calm and focused. "From there, we'll take our car and drive you outside the city. Once we're there, another... team will take care of you."

"Another team?" Erik raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.

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"Yup," Nyra said with a grin, glancing over her shoulder. "Another team, totally trustworthy and everything. You'll love them."

Erik wasn't convinced, but before he could ask any follow-up questions, Nyra suddenly broke into a sprint. "I'm driving this time!" she shouted as she dashed toward the parking lot.

When Erik and Lyra caught up, they found Nyra standing proudly beside a sleek, futuristic supercar that looked like it belonged in the dreams of every gearhead in the galaxy.

Its sharp, aerodynamic design gleamed under the sunlight, and its smooth black-and-red finish gave it an aura of power and elegance. Erik had never seen anything like it.

"Wow," he breathed, his eyes wide as he admired the car. "Is this... is this yours?"

"Yep, it is!" Nyra said, puffing out her chest proudly. "It was a gift from Rex for our 18th birthday. Isn't he the best?" She let out an exaggerated sigh, placing a hand dramatically over her heart.

"Sadly, we don't get to use it much since we're always running around the galaxy on missions. Life is cruel for poor little us!" She even pretended to wipe away a fake tear for added effect.

Lyra rolled her eyes. "Anyway," she said, steering Erik toward the backseat, "get in. We need to leave before more problems find us."

Erik hesitated for a moment before climbing into the back of the car. As he settled into the plush seats, he glanced around, marveling at the interior. Everything about the car was immaculate, from the glowing holographic dashboard to the luxurious leather upholstery.

"This is the first time I've seen a supercar with four doors," Erik said, running his hand along the armrest.

"Well, that's because this isn't just any supercar," Nyra replied, sliding into the driver's seat with a smirk. "It was custom-built by our master's personal assembly factory. This beauty is one of a kind, there's nothing else like it in the entire galaxy."

"Whoa," Erik said while leaning forward slightly. "How fast can it g—"

"Don't ask that!" Lyra's voice cut through the air like a whip, startling Erik before he could finish his question. She was already strapping herself into the passenger seat, her expression filled with the quiet dread of someone who knew exactly what was about to happen.

But it was too late. The damage had been done.

Nyra's crimson eyes gleamed with excitement, and a mischievous grin spread across her face. "Huhu, finally! Someone who knows how to ask the right questions!" she said while flipping a few switches on the dashboard. Erik noticed the car's internal systems coming to life with a low, menacing hum.

"Uh, wait—" Erik began, but Nyra wasn't listening.

"The best way to answer that question," Nyra said, gripping the steering wheel, "is to show you!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

With that, she slammed her foot on the gas pedal, and the car roared to life like a caged beast. The tires screeched against the pavement, smoke billowing from the friction as the car launched forward at an unbelievable speed.

In less than half a second, they had gone from 0 to 100 km/h, and Erik was thrown back into his seat, his eyes wide in shock.

"HOLY—!" Erik barely managed to get the words out as the world outside became a blur of motion and color.

"Hahahaha! This is the best!" Nyra shouted with her voice filled with glee as she rolled down the driver's side window. The wind whipped through the car, turning her and Lyra's neatly styled hair into a wild, tangled mess.