3rd POV

Another year later, on the Crimson Legion Planet.

The Crimson Legion capital was a hellscape of fire and chaos. The Pantheruos Army, having fought tooth and nail for every inch of ground, now stormed the heart of their enemy's territory. Buildings crumbled, and the air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burning metal.

Tony's POV

I stood shoulder to shoulder with Yemeni, our weapons trained on the leaders and generals of the Crimson Legion. The Empress, a regal figure who had ruled with an iron fist, stared back at us with defiance etched into her features. Behind her, the once-majestic palace burned, a symbol of the end of her reign.

"It's over," I said, my voice steady and cold. "This war of yours is fucking over."

3rd POV

The Empress's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a sneer. "You think this is the end? You think you can simply march into my city and declare victory?"

Yemeni stepped forward, her blade gleaming in the flickering light of the fires. "We don't think. We know. Your armies are shattered, your cities are in ruins, and your people are tired of your tyranny."

The generals, once proud and formidable, now looked uncertain, glancing nervously at one another. The Pantheruos soldiers surrounding them held their ground, weapons ready, eyes sharp.

Tony's POV

I felt a surge of satisfaction seeing the fear in their eyes. They had terrorized countless worlds, and now they were finally facing justice. "Your soldiers have laid down their arms. Your reign of terror is at an end."

3rd POV

The Empress laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "You may have won this battle, but the war... the war is never over. Someone will always rise to challenge you."

Yemeni shook her head. "Not this time. We've learned from our past. We've united our people, and we won't let anyone tear us apart again."

Tony tightened his grip on his weapon, his voice hard as steel. "It's time for you to answer for your crimes."

Tony's POV

I could see the defeat in her eyes, even if she refused to admit it. This was the end for her, and she knew it. But there was still one last thing to say. "Any last words?"

3rd POV

The Empress straightened, her defiance giving way to a cold, resigned calm. "History is written by the victors. Remember that when you look back on this day."

Tony and Yemeni exchanged a glance. There was no need for further words. With a nod, they signaled to the Pantheruos soldiers.

Tony's POV

We watched as the soldiers moved in, securing the Crimson Legion leaders. The Empress, her bravado finally crumbling, was led away in chains. The sounds of battle still echoed in the distance, but here, in the heart of the enemy's stronghold, a new era was beginning.

3rd POV

Tony and Yemeni stepped outside, the air filled with the triumphant cheers of their soldiers. The sight of the burning capital, once a symbol of oppression, now marked the dawn of freedom.

"We did it," Yemeni said softly, her eyes reflecting the fires that burned away the old regime.

Tony nodded, a sense of relief and pride washing over him. "Yeah, we did."

As the Pantheruos Army continued to secure the city, Tony and Yemeni looked out over the battlefield. The cost had been high, but they had brought an end to the Crimson Legion's reign of terror. And with that victory, they had forged a future of hope and unity for their people.

The war was over, but the fight for peace was just beginning. And together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, ready to defend the freedom they had fought so hard to win.

Tony's POV

You know what? Fuck it.

3rd POV

Tony, overwhelmed by the rush of victory and the intense emotions of the moment, grabbed Yemeni and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Yemeni's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly leaned into it, responding with equal fervor.

The surrounding Pantheruos soldiers, witnessing the unexpected display, cheered and whooped, their spirits lifted even higher by the sight of their leaders' shared moment of triumph and affection.

Tony's POV

I felt Yemeni's warmth against me, her lips soft and welcoming. For a moment, the chaos and destruction around us faded away, leaving only the two of us standing in the midst of a shattered city, bound by our shared struggle and victory.

3rd POV

When they finally broke the kiss, Yemeni looked up at Tony with a mix of astonishment and joy. "That was... unexpected."

Tony grinned, his usual stoic demeanor replaced by a rare, genuine smile. "We've earned it. And I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate."

Yemeni laughed, the sound bright and infectious. "You always know how to surprise me, Tony."

The two of them stood there, hand in hand, as the Pantheruos soldiers continued to cheer. The capital burned around them, but in that moment, it was a beacon of their hard-won freedom and the promise of a brighter future.

3rd POV

As the cheers subsided, Yemeni turned to their troops. "Alright, everyone, back to work. We've still got a lot to do."

Tony nodded, his grip on Yemeni's hand firm. "Let's finish what we started."

Together, they led their forces through the remains of the Crimson Legion capital, ready to build a new era of peace and unity. The war might have been over, but their journey was just beginning. And with each other, they were ready to face whatever came next.

Three months later, the scene is set in the heart of the newly rebuilt Pantheruos capital. The air is filled with joyous cheers and the sound of drums playing a celebratory rhythm. Tony and Yemeni emerge from a grand building, their hands clasped together, their Pantheruos tails intertwined in a symbolic gesture of unity and love. The crowd erupts into applause and cheers, the joyous noise filling the air.

Tony is dressed in a traditional Pantheruos wedding suit, a sleek, black attire adorned with golden patterns that signify strength and leadership. Yemeni stands beside him in a stunning dress, white with intricate silver embroidery that glistens in the sunlight, representing purity and grace. Their attire is a perfect blend of tradition and modernity, a nod to their heritage and their roles as leaders of their people.

Tony's POV

As we step out, the crowd's cheers wash over us. I can see my mother in the front row, tears streaming down her face, her pride and happiness evident. Yemeni's mother stands beside her, equally emotional, her face a picture of joy.

3rd POV

The crowd continues to cheer as Tony and Yemeni walk down the steps, their tails entwined, a sign of their unbreakable bond. Soldiers stand at attention, saluting their commanders, now husband and wife. Friends and family surround them, showering them with flower petals and blessings.

Tony's mother, unable to hold back her emotions, rushes forward to embrace her son. "I am so proud of you," she whispers, her voice choked with tears.

Yemeni's mother follows, hugging her daughter tightly. "You look beautiful, my darling. I am so happy for you both."

Tony and Yemeni share a glance, their smiles wide and genuine. The weight of the past years seems to lift, replaced by a hopeful future. They turn to face their people, raising their joined hands in a gesture of victory and unity.

Tony speaks first, his voice strong and steady. "Today is not just a celebration of our union, but a celebration of our resilience and our future. Together, we have overcome great challenges, and together, we will build a new era of peace and prosperity."

Yemeni continues, her voice filled with emotion. "We stand here today, not just as leaders, but as symbols of what we can achieve when we stand together. Let this day be a reminder that love, unity, and hope will always triumph over hate and division."

The crowd roars in approval, their cheers echoing through the city. Tony and Yemeni share another kiss, sealing their vows in front of their people. As they walk down the path lined with well-wishers, the future looks bright for the Pantheruos and their allies, united under the leadership of Tony and Yemeni.

And so, amidst the celebrations and the promise of a new beginning, the couple leads their people forward, ready to face whatever challenges the future may bring, together.

Nine months later, the Pantheruos capital is once again filled with joyous sounds, but this time, it's the cries of newborns echoing through the halls of the royal hospital. Tony and Yemeni stand side by side, looking down with awe and love at their three newborns swaddled in soft blankets.

Tony's POV

I can't believe it. Three beautiful babies. I look at Yemeni, her face glowing with happiness and exhaustion. Our family, our legacy, has just grown exponentially.

3rd POV

Tony and Yemeni each hold one of their newborns, while a nurse gently hands them the third. The babies, two girls and a boy, wiggle in their parents' arms, their tiny tails peeking out from the blankets.

Yemeni's eyes are filled with tears of joy as she looks at Tony. "They're perfect," she whispers, her voice filled with awe.

Tony nods, unable to take his eyes off the tiny faces of his children. "Yeah, they are. We did good, Yemeni."

Their mothers, now grandmothers, stand nearby, tears of joy streaming down their faces. They approach, taking in the sight of their grandchildren with wonder and love.

"My grandchildren," Tony's mother says, her voice trembling with emotion. "They are so beautiful."

Yemeni's mother smiles warmly. "Three new lives, a new generation. The future of our people looks brighter than ever."

The room is filled with warmth and love as family and close friends gather to welcome the new additions. The babies' soft cries and the gentle murmurs of those present create a serene atmosphere.

Tony looks at each of his children, silently making a promise to protect and guide them. He then looks at Yemeni, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. "We have a big adventure ahead of us, raising these three," he says with a smile.

Yemeni nods, her eyes sparkling. "I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else."

As the family gathers around, the weight of their responsibilities and the promise of a hopeful future fill the room. Tony and Yemeni, now parents, leaders, and symbols of unity, look forward to the challenges and joys that lie ahead, ready to face them together.

The scene fades with the sounds of happy chatter, soft coos from the babies, and the unbreakable bond of a family strengthened by love and perseverance.

Tony's POV

I stand in front of the mirror, scrutinizing the beard that's grown out once more. I've lost count of how many times I've shaved it over the centuries. The reflection staring back at me is a mix of age and endurance, the years etched into my face like a badge of honor.

I was lost in thought when Yemeni walked into the bathroom, her Pantheruos Army General uniform looking as sharp and impeccable as ever. Despite her ageless appearance, there's a familiarity in her eyes that speaks of countless shared experiences.

She raises an eyebrow at me, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "You're letting it grow out again, huh?"

I shrug and grin, "Figured I'd give it a try. But I think I'm about done with this look."

Her smirk widens. "Let me handle it. You've been trying to shave it off for the last fifty years. It's becoming a bit of a tradition."

I chuckle, feeling the weight of the years settle comfortably on my shoulders. "Alright, alright. But just remember, you're responsible if I end up looking like a scruffy old 530 year old man."

She steps closer, her touch warm and reassuring as she takes the razor from me. "Don't worry, you'll look as dashing as ever."

As she carefully starts the process, I glance at her reflection in the mirror. Her timeless beauty, despite the many years, still captivates me. The way she moves with practiced precision and the way her eyes light up with mischief brings back so many memories of our adventures, our battles, and the life we've built together.

"So," she says, concentrating on her work, "what's on your mind today, old man?"

I chuckle at her teasing tone. "Just thinking about how strange it is to have lived through so many lifetimes. And how lucky I am to have you by my side through it all."

She glances up, her eyes meeting mine with a softness that has never waned. "And I've been lucky to have you, too. Through all the wars, the victories, and the quiet moments. We've made quite the legacy."

I nod, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "Yeah, we have. And I wouldn't trade it for anything."

As she finishes up, the beard is now gone, leaving me feeling lighter. Yemeni steps back and surveys her work with a satisfied nod.

"You're all set, General," she says with a wink.

I laugh, feeling a renewed sense of vigor. "Thanks, General. Now, let's go see what the day has in store for us. After all, we still have a galaxy to protect and a legacy to uphold."

We walk out of the bathroom together, ready to face whatever comes next, knowing that no matter how many centuries pass, we will always have each other.

As we step into the main hall of our sprawling home, a wave of warmth and familiarity washes over me. Our 7th generation great-grandchildren, each proudly serving in the Pantheruos Army, greet us with the kind of enthusiasm that only family can muster. Their uniforms, crisp and decorated with honors, remind me of the legacy we've built together.

Our maids and butlers, loyal as ever, line up to welcome us. I run a hand through my graying black hair, adjusting my panther ears to make sure they're not sticking out too awkwardly. Yemeni, as always, looks flawless, her presence commanding and graceful.

One of our great-grandsons, Lieutenant Asher, steps forward with a bright smile. "Welcome back, Grandfather, Grandmother. How was the meeting with the council?"

"It went well, Asher," I reply, smiling at the eager faces around us. "We discussed the latest developments on the Crimson Legion front. It seems we might have a new strategy in play."

Yemeni nods, her eyes sparkling with pride as she surveys the young soldiers before us. "And how are things here? Any updates we should know about?"

Our great-granddaughter, Major Lila, steps forward next, her tail swishing with excitement. "All is well here, Grandmother. We've been running drills and preparing for the upcoming joint training with the Kitsune forces. Everyone's eager to learn from the best."

Yemeni chuckles, placing a hand on Lila's shoulder. "You're doing a wonderful job, all of you. Keep up the hard work. It's because of your dedication that our legacy continues to thrive."

I glance around the hall, taking in the portraits of our ancestors and the countless medals and commendations that line the walls. Each one tells a story, a chapter in the long history of our family and our contributions to the Pantheruos cause.

Asher, ever the diligent officer, pipes up again. "Grandfather, I took the liberty of arranging a debriefing for you and Grandmother later this evening. We've gathered all the intel from the recent missions and thought it might be helpful."

"Thank you, Asher," I say, feeling a surge of pride. "Your initiative is commendable. We'll review the intel after dinner."

The hall buzzes with the chatter of family and staff, a harmonious blend of duty and affection. Yemeni and I exchange a glance, a silent acknowledgment of the life we've built and the generations that have followed in our footsteps.

As the day unfolds, filled with briefings, training sessions, and family moments, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. We've come so far, endured so much, and yet, here we are—stronger than ever, surrounded by the fruits of our labor and love.

In the evening, as we sit down for dinner with our family, I raise a glass. "To the Pantheruos Army, to our family, and to the enduring spirit that has carried us through centuries. May we continue to honor our legacy and protect our galaxy."

The hall erupts in cheers, the clinking of glasses and laughter filling the air. Yemeni squeezes my hand under the table, her smile mirroring my own.

"Here's to many more centuries together," she whispers, her eyes filled with love and determination.

"To many more," I agree, feeling a renewed sense of purpose and hope for the future.

3rd POV

Meanwhile, in a distant galaxy, the Pantheruos Navy warships cruised through the vast expanse of space, their sleek forms cutting through the void with silent precision. The mission was clear: hunt down any space pirates daring enough to threaten the peace and prosperity of the Pantheruos territories.

On the Captain's bridge of the flagship, PNS Valor, sat Tony and Yemeni's first two daughters, Captain Elara and Lieutenant Commander Selene, along with their son, Tactical Officer Orion. Their presence was a testament to their parents' legacy, each one embodying the strength, skill, and honor that had been instilled in them.

Captain Elara, with her commanding presence and sharp instincts, surveyed the star map on the holographic display. Her dark hair, inherited from her father, was tied back in a practical ponytail, and her panther ears twitched with alertness. "Any signs of pirate activity?" she asked, her voice calm but authoritative.

Lieutenant Commander Selene, sitting at the navigation console, glanced at her sister. Her features were similar yet distinct, with a focused intensity that mirrored their mother's. "Nothing on long-range scanners yet, but we're picking up faint energy signatures. Could be a cloaked vessel," she reported, her fingers dancing over the controls.

Tactical Officer Orion leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the data. He had his father's analytical mind and his mother's quick reflexes. "If they're using cloaking technology, we need to disrupt it. Prepare the EMP pulse. We'll sweep the sector and see if we can force them to reveal themselves."

Elara nodded, a proud smile tugging at her lips. "Good thinking, Orion. Let's give them a surprise they won't forget."

As the crew prepared to deploy the EMP pulse, the atmosphere on the bridge was tense but filled with confidence. They had trained for moments like this, and the bond they shared as siblings only strengthened their resolve.

The PNS Valor fired the EMP pulse, a wave of energy radiating outwards from the ship. Moments later, the cloaking field of a pirate vessel flickered and failed, revealing a sleek, menacing craft that immediately began to evade.

"Pirate vessel detected!" Selene called out, her voice steady. "They're trying to escape."

Orion's fingers flew over his console, targeting the enemy ship. "Not on my watch. Locking on weapons. Ready to fire on your command, Captain."

Elara stood, her eyes fixed on the enemy vessel now visible on the main screen. "Fire at will."

The PNS Valor unleashed a barrage of plasma torpedoes and laser fire, the coordinated attack hitting the pirate ship with unrelenting force. Explosions rippled across its hull, and the vessel began to break apart.

"Direct hit!" Orion announced, his tone triumphant. "The pirate ship is disabled."

Elara allowed herself a moment of satisfaction before giving her next order. "Prepare a boarding party. I want any survivors taken into custody for interrogation. We need to find out if there are more of them out there."

Selene nodded, already coordinating with the security teams. "Boarding party ready. We'll have them in the brig shortly."

As the Pantheruos Marines prepared to board the crippled pirate ship, the siblings exchanged a look of mutual respect and pride. They were more than just family; they were a formidable team, upholding the honor and safety of the Pantheruos people.

Back on the bridge, Elara took a deep breath, feeling the weight of responsibility but also the strength of the legacy she carried. "Well done, everyone. Let's clean up this mess and get back to the mission. There are more out there, and we won't stop until every last pirate is brought to justice."

With that, the PNS Valor continued its patrol, the crew ready for whatever challenges lay ahead, united by their duty and the unbreakable bond of family.

Meanwhile on a planet named Remnant, twenty undercover Pantheruos ONI(Office of National Intelligence -in charge of espionage, infiltration, and black ops-) agents were studying to see if the planet is "Galactic Good".

Needless to say, it wasn't. Due to Moon was shattered shocking them when an energy burst swept through the entire planet. Thankfully, Pantheruos can breathe in space and tracked the two beings that caused such a thing and kill them.

They began to see civilizations rising from the continents albeit slower than they hoped. Over time the continents were named by its inhabitants which they learned via micro drones sent as recon. Sonus, Solitas, Anima, Manegarie, and the Dragon Continent with each governed by four kingdoms except the Dragon and Manegarie; Atlas on Solitas, Sonus under Vacuo and Vale, Anima under Mistral, while Manegarie had none.

What surprised them however was the Faunus. People like them yet they had just one extra animal parts and no advance powers which made them... off in their eyes but they paid no heed. However, as they observed them they grew sick and disgusted at how the Humans of Remnant treated them. Slavery, discrimination, and multiple atrocities.

Dust which the Galactic Community found laughable when told of its abilities but was told to be useless by scientists in space. The military and scientists experimented on the Dust that was brought by the a few ONI agents in a tightly sealed storage unit and found it powerful but highly useless in terms of power generation and use in weaponry. The population wondered if Remnant was so dependent on Dust that they couldn't seem to find different types of power sources.

Finally, the situation of the Faunus in Remnant became worse when they were placed in Menagerie after the "Great War of Remnant". The recon drones also saw the creation of Huntsmen and Huntresses to combat the Creatures of the Grimm upon further observation.

The Grimm wasn't a problem, even though they're attracted by negative emotions. The Grimm fear the Pantheruos as they're not from Remnant.

Four of the twenty undercover Pantheruos ONI agents—Agent Sable, Agent Lynx, Agent Jaguar, and Agent Ocelot—sat around a small table in a quaint cafe in Vale to communicate with ONI back on Pantheruos using special sunglasses and talking like they're having a normal conversation while also keeping their tails and ears covered to avoid being called a "weird Faunus" and wore fake Human ears as they don't have them.

The place was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the hum of casual conversation. Each agent sipped their drinks, appearing like any other group of friends out for a chat. Their true mission, however, was far more critical.

Agent Sable, the team's leader, adjusted her special sunglasses, initiating the secure communication link with ONI headquarters. Her sharp eyes scanned the room, ensuring they weren't being observed too closely. "So, the weather's been quite unpredictable lately, don't you think?" she said, her voice casual.

Agent Lynx nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. "Yes, it has. Quite the storm last night," she replied, the code phrase indicating they were about to transmit their latest findings. Her ears, hidden under a stylish hat, twitched slightly in alertness.

Agent Jaguar leaned back in his chair, his fake human ears almost convincing against his feline features. "You know, I've been thinking about taking a trip to Solitas. Heard it's quite the place for winter sports," he said, signaling that they had new intel on the continent of Solitas.

Agent Ocelot, the tech expert of the group, tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, a subtle way to activate the micro-drones hidden in their vicinity for enhanced surveillance. "Maybe we should all go sometime. It's always good to explore new places," he added, preparing to send a data burst back to Pantheruos.

Sable gave a slight nod, and the secure connection hummed to life. "ONI, this is Team Shadow. Reporting in from Vale. Here's the latest intel," she said, her voice picked up only by the sunglasses' hidden microphone.

The agents had observed significant developments on Remnant. The fragmented moon, the rising civilizations, and the troubling treatment of the Faunus had all been meticulously documented. The situation was deteriorating, with tensions between humans and Faunus escalating, and the reliance on Dust was proving to be a significant vulnerability.

Agent Lynx glanced around, ensuring no one was eavesdropping. "We've confirmed that the Dust is powerful but impractical for our uses. Remnant's dependency on it is a major weakness," she said, her voice low.

Agent Jaguar chimed in, "The Faunus situation is dire. Slavery, discrimination, and now they're being herded into Menagerie. It's a ticking time bomb."

Agent Ocelot tapped his glasses, sending encrypted visuals and data back to headquarters. "The Grimm aren't a threat to us, but their presence complicates things for the locals. The Huntsmen and Huntresses are an interesting development, though."

Sable nodded, her expression serious. "We've seen enough. Remnant isn't ready for integration into the Galactic Community. They have potential, but their societal issues need addressing first."

The secure transmission continued as they discussed their next steps. The Pantheruos agents knew they couldn't interfere directly, but they could monitor and report, hoping to influence change from behind the scenes.

As they finished their drinks, Sable looked at her team. "For now, we maintain our cover and keep gathering intel. We'll stay in contact with ONI and report any major developments. Remember, our mission is to observe and protect."

The agents nodded in unison, their resolve firm. They were Pantheruos, and their duty was to safeguard their people and their allies, no matter the distance or the danger.

As they left the cafe, blending seamlessly into the crowd, they knew their work was far from over. Remnant was a troubled world, but with patience and vigilance, they hoped to see it rise to its potential, free from the shadows of its past.