Oh, foolish Earthling. You have come so far. You traveled millions of your earth-miles from your pitiful little blue and green rock. Your so-called rocketship barely made the journey. You came all of this way to save your planet from the rogue star hurtling towards your solar system and threatening to hurl your world out into the cold darkness of space.

I don’t know how you expected to alter the course of a star, my silly little Earth man. No one can do that. Well, unless you’re my father of course. Millennia ago, he set about to conquer the galaxy. But no ship was powerful enough for him. Not even an entire fleet. He had to harness the power of his own planet’s star. Now that star prowls through the galaxy, fueling my father’s conquests. And around that star… so many little planets. One wonderful, civilized planet. Nibara, the throne world of my father the Emperor. Oh, and hundreds of boring, barbaric backwards little planets that my father has enslaved and put in orbit around Nibara’s star. It’s easy to rule an empire when he takes all of it with him.

And soon enough, your world will join those other trophies. So that’s something, isn’t it, my foolish, but handsome Earth man? Your world won’t freeze in the emptiness of interstellar space. Oh, it will burn in fire as my father’s armies invade it, and its people will freeze as my father plays with its orbit as he gets bored. But enough people will survive. My father needs new warriors for his armies, or I suppose someone will need to toil in the mines on your planet, or sweat away in its factories to support the empire.

So you did not save your planet, foolish but heroic earthling. You crashed your ship on our planet, and assaulted my father’s castle, and what did that get you? Nothing. You’re chained helplessly to a pillar in my father’s throne room.

Well, except you did punch my father in the face. [laugh] No one has ever hit him. Your fate was sealed when you came to our world, but then you attacked the emperor. Hmm. Let’s say that the death my father has planned for you will set an example for all who would dare resist the emperor. You will be tortured for days, until you beg for death.

And who is going to save you? You are the only earthling around for millions of miles. All those who would oppose my father within the empire have been killed or cowed or selectively bred into submission. So who is going to save you, earthling? Who?

[pause]

Hmm. I guess I will.

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Tagged rape because the hero in this story is being coerced somewhat, or doesn't really have the option of saying no. It's either bang the incredibly beautiful, somewhat scary alien princess or the Earth and the entire universe are doomed. But it's a price he's willing to pay, and minds paying it less and less as time goes on.

This takes inspiration from Flash Gordon and other retro scifi serials and media. There's also some tie in to ancient astronaut theories and the idea of a star someday coming to destroy the Earth.

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