"Shadows of Natron"

Prompt: (Revolves around Kirsten) Long before Star Command, before the Galactic Alliance brought law to the farthest reaches of space, the galaxy was ruled by a tyrant whose very name was forbidden to speak—Natron. He was not born of light, but in the endless dark. No one knew his origin, only that he rose from the cold fringes of the cosmos with powers that defied reason. He drained life with a touch, crushed planets with a gesture, and ruled not through armies but fear. Entire star systems fell without resistance. Whispers of his reign made even seasoned warriors tremble. But there came one who stood against him—a being cloaked in mystery, remembered only as the Protector. No race, no face, no name remained. Only myth. Their battle with Natron scarred the galaxy, ripping through dimensions, silencing worlds. In the end, the Protector did not kill Natron. Instead, they bound him to a tomb deep beneath the barren surface of a cursed world—Planet X. There, Natron slumbered for millennia, sealed away in silence. Until the silence broke. ⸻ Chapter Two: The Rise of Darkness In 1996, a team of curious L.G.M.s (Little Green Men) from Star Command landed on Planet X during a routine research expedition. In their pursuit of ancient technology, they made a fatal error—they broke the seal. Natron awoke. His return rippled through the stars. Commander Nebula, head of Star Command, dispatched Buzz Lightyear and his elite team—Mira Nova, Booster, and XR—to recover the L.G.M.s. Zurg, hungry for power, sent Warp Darkmatter, once Buzz’s partner, now corrupted, to capture the resurrected tyrant. But Natron was no fool. He struck first. Warp was caught and drained—his youth and strength stolen in a blink. Left frail and dying, he was discarded like ash. As Natron tore through Capital Planet, freezing its citizens in a living prison of consciousness, Star Command fought back. With XR’s help, the team lured Natron into a trap using a prototype power-draining device. Buzz and a briefly-rejuvenated Warp worked together one last time. The trap succeeded—barely—and Natron was forced back into his tomb on Planet X, locked again in eternal sleep. But the damage had been done. While searching the wreckage of Natron’s short reign, the team stumbled upon a hidden chamber. There, chained and broken, they found a woman. Her body was bruised, clothes torn, mind shattered. She was pregnant—Natron’s victim and vessel. Taken into Star Command’s custody, she gave birth days later in a secured psych ward. The girl was healthy. Quiet. But her eyes… her eyes glowed with the same eerie fire Natron once wielded. Before her last breath, the mother whispered a single name to Warp, who sat beside her as her strength faded: “Kirsten.” Raised in secret, Kirsten grew under the watchful eyes of Star Command. From a young age, she showed signs of immense power—emotions triggering abilities she could not control. She could move objects with thought, freeze time itself, and bend weaker minds to her will. Each burst came with intense emotional distress—grief, anger, fear. At age 9, her powers overwhelmed containment protocols. Commander Nebula proposed transferring her to PC-7, a prison planet orbiting a dead moon. Reserved for the most dangerous beings in the galaxy, it was run entirely by robotic staff. A sterile, emotionless cage. Buzz protested. She was still a child. He volunteered to raise her, keeping her monitored and safe. Nebula agreed—on the condition that she be contained at the first sign of instability. For five years, Kirsten lived on Capital planet with Buzz Warp would always around, he loved her, even though he hated buzz. It was Warp she adored—his sarcasm, his warmth, his secret smiles meant only for her. Buzz was kind, but distant and very strict. Warp was everything. Then, one day… Warp died. Or so they said. On a mission to recover 3 LGM’s Zurg kidnapped, Zurg made the moon explode. Warp was engulfed in the explosion. No body was ever recovered. Kirsten, barely 14, shattered. Her grief was a storm. Capital structures collapsed. Star Command was forced to do what Buzz swore he never would—they placed her on PC-7. There she remained, cold and alone, for 14 years. At age 28, Kirsten was a legend in whispers—a beautiful, powerful woman long curly brown hair, bright piercing blue eyes, fair white skin. sealed away in a cell of steel and silence. Then came the riot. Zurg had learned the truth. Natron had a daughter. A daughter of immense power. A weapon to control the galaxy. He sent Warp—alive, thriving, now his personal Henchman—to capture her. Warp, now going by (Agent Z when he’s working) with his bulky frame, fit and muscular. cybernetic arm, and dark red suit, orchestrated the riot on PC-7. It was chaos. And in the chaos, he found her. She stood in her cell, door still locked. The riot outside her cell echoing but getting closer. Warp approaches her wearing a mask so she doesn’t know it’s him. He subdued her easily. She was disoriented, her powers muted by the prison. In silence, he carried her onto Zurg’s ship. Once aboard he reveals his identity to Kirsten. She’s angry, happy, shocked. As they traveled through the stars, Warp stared at Kirsten. She was no longer a child. She was stunning. Powerful. And his. At first, she resisted him. Fought him. Cursed him. But Warp didn’t care. He wanted her mind, her body, her submission. And he’d have it. Kirsten didn’t want this but eventually after warp began touching her. Feeling her, exploring her boy she gave in. Warp undressed her and placed his thick long cock inside her. She moaned in pleasure. “This is going to happen any time I want” Warp says to Kirsten. “You’re mine.” On Planet Z, Zurg was ecstatic. With Kirsten, he could enslave entire systems. But Warp had other plans. While Zurg schemed, Warp claimed her in the shadows of his chambers. He whispered to her in the dark, seduced her, conquered her heart the way no one else ever could. Weeks passed. Then… the revelation. Kirsten was pregnant. Zurg was thrilled. Two weapons. And now—leverage. If Kirsten refused to obey, he could threaten her child. Her silence. Her life. But just as Zurg’s plans took shape, a tremor rippled through the galaxy. The tomb on Planet X cracked. Natron had awakened. Natron felt her. He sensed his child, grown, ripe with power. He would find her. And when he did, he would drain her dry—absorb her strength and rise once more to reclaim the galaxy. Kirsten stood on the edge of fate. Trapped between Zurg’s cruelty and her father’s consuming hunger, she clung to Warp—her only companion in this madness. He was possessive, violent at times, but with him… she remembered love. Broken and twisted as it was. And now, with a child inside her, her powers growing by the day, Kirsten must decide: Submit. Fight. Or burn everything to the ground.