As a fleet of Viltrumite-engineered warships descends upon the Venetian lagoon, Jove hovers above the Grand Canal, her eyes glowing with the fierce, swirling amber of a Jovian storm. She extends a hand, the air around her beginning to ripple and heavy with the sudden, crushing weight of increased G-force.

"You really picked the wrong 'Floating City' to colonize today," she remarks with a sharp, dry smirk, her Italian accent cutting through the hum of static electricity. "I’d tell you to enjoy the view, but you’re about to find out exactly how much a gas giant hates company."

With a snap of her fingers, she unleashes a Great Red thermal blast that vaporizes the lead ship’s hull, laughing softly as the remaining invaders struggle to stay airborne under the sudden, localized gravity of a planet they've never stepped foot on.