Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess

The commanding officer stepped forward, concern etched on his face.

"Your Highness, this ship is under attack. It is too dangerous for you to remain here. Protocol dictates that you be evacuated to the nearest military base immediately."

Ahcehera waved off his concern, her voice steady and firm. "That's irrelevant right now. I need to know what's happening."

The murmurs grew louder, a mix of confusion and awe.

It wasn't every day that the princess found herself aboard a military vessel, let alone in the middle of an attack.

Despite the chaos, Ahcehera remained calm.

Her composed demeanor cut through the tension, and the commanding officer reluctantly reported, "The warship is unidentified, but it's equipped with advanced weaponry."

"They've targeted our engines and are attempting to disable us. Without defensive weapons, our chances of countering their attack are slim."

Ahcehera's gaze hardened. An ambush? So close to Agartha Base? This can't be a coincidence.

"Prepare the escape pods for evacuation," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. "But only for the civilians and non-essential personnel. Everyone else will stay and defend this ship."

"But, Your Highness..."

"I'm not leaving," she interrupted, her eyes blazing with determination. "If this warship intends to destroy us, we'll make them regret underestimating us."

The crew stood in stunned silence for a moment before saluting her, inspired by her courage.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Ahcehera turned to the tactical display, assessing the situation. This is no ordinary attack. Whoever they are, they've made a grave mistake challenging me.

"Princess..." one of the officers stammered, clearly taken aback.

Ahcehera calmly pulled out a digital copy of her working ID and connected it to the starship's monitoring system. She glanced around the control room with a calm, confident air.

"I forgot to introduce myself officially," she said, her voice carrying authority. "I am Ahcehera Bloodstone, a Senior Military Strategist from Agartha's Central Military Base."

The officers around her exchanged surprised glances as she strode towards the operating room, their murmurs growing louder.

"The princess is a Senior Military Strategist?" one whispered.

"At such a young age! Why wasn't this publicized?" another officer added, his tone filled with disbelief.

"Maybe the princess wants a low-profile life?" someone speculated, still processing the revelation.

"That's not the point!" one officer interrupted. "The real surprise is that she's a Senior Military Strategist from Agartha's Central Military Base. That's only one rank lower than the Supreme Strategist!"

"Will she become a Supreme Strategist in the future?" another voice asked, the curiosity in their tone palpable.

Ahcehera listened to their hushed murmurs as she walked toward the innermost section of the control room. Even she hadn't realized that her military rank was so high within Agartha's forces.

This means the hero, Major General Richmond Mors, is under my command, she thought with a slight smile. A major general is several ranks lower than mine.

Her mind wandered to Richmond.

But why did she fall in love with someone who was way beneath her? she mused. And why did she participate in the military examination as an examiner?

There has to be a deeper story here...

As these thoughts flickered through her mind, she arrived at the brain of the control room, where everyone immediately saluted her.

Ahcehera's gaze swept over the crew, who stood frozen, clearly awestruck by her presence.

Ahcehera nodded slightly, acknowledging their salute, and then calmly took her place at the center of the control room.

"Report," she said, her voice cold but controlled. The officers and crew members in the room stood at attention as one of them began to provide the status update.

"We are under fire from an unknown warship, Princess," the officer reported.

"Our shields are holding, but we are outgunned. The enemy warship seems to be specialized in long-range combat, and our countermeasures are ineffective."

"We're also approaching the wormhole, which will make it difficult to evade their fire."

Ahcehera's mind raced as she quickly assessed the situation. The crew's panic was evident, but she maintained her calm.

A Senior Military Strategist was trained to think under pressure, and she was well-versed in handling crises like this.

"Activate the defensive protocol Zeta," she ordered, her voice cutting through the tension.

"Deploy the countermeasures on my signal. Prepare all available fighters for launch as well. We need to engage the enemy directly."

The room's atmosphere shifted immediately, the crew snapping into action at her command. Ahcehera turned to the communications officer.

"Send a message to the unknown warship," she instructed. "Tell them that if they do not cease fire, they will face retaliation from Agartha's military forces. We will not stand down."

The officer nodded and immediately began transmitting the message.

Ahcehera's eyes scanned the screens, tracking the approaching enemy warship and the damage already sustained by their starship.

"I need a status on the wormhole," Ahcehera asked, her gaze sharp.

"We'll be entering the wormhole in approximately five minutes, Princess. The current trajectory is stable, but it may not be enough to evade the enemy," the officer replied.

Ahcehera's lips tightened as she formulated a plan.

The wormhole was their best chance of escape, but the enemy warship was too close to outrun. They needed to make a decision, and fast.

"Prepare the decoy drones," she ordered.

"We'll use them as a distraction to give us enough time to enter the wormhole. On my mark, launch the drones in a coordinated pattern. Have all fighters cover them until they're in range of the enemy."

The officers quickly set to work, inputting commands and adjusting their strategies. Ahcehera had already moved into action.

She took a seat at the command interface and began issuing further orders, knowing that the next few moments would determine their survival.

As the starship's automated systems hummed to life, Ahcehera's thoughts briefly flickered back to the situation with the hero, Major General Richmond Mors.

If only he knew that I am the one pulling the strings behind this entire operation...

She couldn't afford distractions, though. There was too much at stake now, and too many lives depending on her leadership.

"Ready the decoys," she said, her voice calm but resolute. "On my mark, initiate the launch sequence."

The crew worked in unison, and Ahcehera's focus remained sharp. She had already made her decision, and now, it was time to see it through.