Discimer - All the owners have their respective rights. I only own the characters that came from my addled brain (don’t worry, I am pletely sober).

  Previously

  “Um, sure. What do you wao do?” He squeezed out the words with much difficulty, not that the Collector seemed to notice, gd and lost in his own thoughts as he was.

  God, he was so going to cut his body apart into small pieces before throwing them into a nearby star.

  Knowhere

  -Jack Sullivan–

  His insides ed as he looked at the reports in front of him. These were just one of the many atrocities that this merary group had itted. And from the looks of it, they were on their way to it more, all without a shred of remorse for the lives they had ruined, people they had killed, se lives they had vioted without an ounce of pity from their end.

  Apparently, the Collector had been very pleased with his agreement, not even doubting him for a sed, not doubting the damage he could cause if given even a single sed of absolute freedom with his powers. He was unsure as to where the Collector was getting that fidence of him from not using his powers to escape the moment he was away from his shackles.

  Most importantly, did he know the fact that Sorcerers he Sling Ring to open portals? Was the informatiarding the Masters of the Mystic Arts avaible to him?

  If there was someone who khe ins and outs of an obscure anisation on a backwater p uhe guard of an absolute beast of a civilization, then it would be the Collector. The man was older than dirt itself and that's a fact.

  He robably in the universe before the first solid masses cooled down to form ps and asteroids as they k.

  He wondered how he survived before that period because as he ortrayed in the movies, he could not have survived aended bout with Thor, not to mention Odin, the other Skyfathers, and the celestials. Maybe, he had more powers when he was younger, his powers slowly withering away as he aged.

  Something to ponder on, and ultimately useless as historic powers or not, he was going to die the sed he got his hands on him.

  He tio browse through all the information the Collector had on this group. They were a fringe fa of meraries, held together by some criminal capable of harnessing iergy, or at least that’s what the leader of the merary group wants the rest of the gaxy to believe.

  The Collector was not the rest of the gaxy though and he reised the artifact he was using to maintain trol over such a rge, violent, savage group of criminals.

  The Artifact, acc to the Collector, was something that had been built by an A Civilisation that had the honor of capturing the attention of a wandering no named Celestial.

  As far as he was aware, Celestials were responsible for the creation of life and life bringing enviros across the universe. It was the overarg duty of all celestials but there were special ones even among the all-mighty race of gods. They were the named ones and they had purposes, other than propagating life throughout the universe.

  No named celestials wahroughout the universe, perf their duties, like all powerful drones capable of reshaping the universe as they k. Some a civilisation mao catch the attention of a no named Celestial that stayed with that race for a short period of time.

  Well, a short period of time for the Celestial, that is. Acc to the records, the Celestial stayed with the race for over a thousand years. In that time, the Celestial had mao use the Power Stohat the p had, te a piece of armour that he then gifted to the King of that race.

  That armour, passed down from geion to geion, locked on to the geic data of the lineage of that King, found itself in the hands of some half breed that had gone mad in the head. He thehat armour to gain dominion over a small group of meraries, which theo bee a group with over 10000 members, hundreds of ships, dozens of carriers, and somehow, ownership of multiple habitable ps as well.

  The armour itself was nothing special in terms of extra abilities but the ander of the group K’ehmbe, had used it to dispy extraordinary brutality. bined with his pent to do anything and everything uhe sun, without any regard for morals ahics, meant that he had gained an i bag from major powers who wanted something done, in the dark but did not want it to be traced back to them.

  The armour juiced up all of his base abilities. If a normal alie, he would probably fry himself from the i. As it is now, K’ehmbe could use it to juice himself to dispy astonishing might because his base stats were nothing to scoff at, either.

  However, he khat wielding something as votile and corrosive as the energy of an Infinity Stone, watered down as it may be, was not anyone’s cup of tea. This fellorobably already dying but maybe he didn’t notice or just didn’t care as long as he could perform depraved acts acc to his pleasure.

  Well, the Collector had thought this through, it would seem. He had purposefully chosen a target that would not promise his morals. Someone who was so innately evil that he would have killed him even if the Collector hadn’t pointed him at the alien.

  The Merary group was now targeting Tivan’s holding, of which, a surprising amount was just mines. Mines on top of mines, mining all kinds of materials throughout the universe. Tivan’s mines were special in the sehat they used robots instead of sves throughout the mines.

  That means that most of the good civilizations with an image to uphold, like Xandar, used him as their tact to procure raw ores. That made up quite a bit of his ine and those pirates were now targeting those ps. Built with robotic defehey could defend themselves for a short period of time before reinforts arrived but apparently, none of his usual merary tacts had respoo him in time, leading to a huge dey in deliveries.

  That led to lost time and lost time meant lost money, a big no no in Tivan’s terms.

  In his words, K’ehmbe was just a patsy, used by some of the bigger guys, to provoke and force him to act, to judge if he was weak or strong. Tivan wao use this opportunity to showcase just how powerful he was.

  “So that’s why he was so excited,” He muttered to himself as he id down on his bed, looking at the ceiling, with his hands behind his head. He is probably the siro being in the Collector’s hands and his agreeme that Tivan now had someone capable of shutting down every single one of his rival’s mouth.

  Tivan wanted him to create a spectacle, a public show of force. Force K’ehmbe to use up all of his powers and then murder him and his entire group in cold blood.

  He had two rotations (days) before K’ehmbe’s forces reached the set of mining ps. Well, his answer was obviously a resounding yes, sidering the amount of poor, helpless people trapped on those carrier ships, being treated as sves, living in the worst ditions.

  “Ah, yes, before I fet,” His gaze so the side as the Collector's face was now projected in front of him. His face was adorned by a mischievous smirk as he looked down at him. He internally rolled his eyes at the not so subtle sense of superiority he tried to project over everyone.

  “You see, while I am sure that you would not try to betray me in bad faith, being the hero you are. Still, I thought it prudent to prepare an insurance policy, as you humans like to call it,” Tivan said as he backed away from the camera.

  His eyes had narrowed when he had started speaking but the moment the view behind Tivan became clear, he shot upright as he gred at TIvan with absolute fury in his eyes.

  “Ah, there’s the fury I know you have in you. Not the fake acceptance you gave me earlier today. YOu are way too early to try and fool me, Green Guardian of Earth.” Tivan smugly stated as he spread his hands, as if revealing something grandiose.

  His heart sank as he saw all of his friends/acquaintances in this hell, including Kumpo, unscious, suspended in vats of flowing fluid.

  “What do you want?” He gnashed his teeth as he unsciously started gathering some of his powers. He tamped down his powers in time, lest he find himself knocked out by the shocks or worse, dead by the bombs probably impnted in his spine.

  “Oh, o be so hateful about it. Nothing nefarious, I assure you. I just want to make sure you honor your end of the deal, nothing more, nothing less. This is just insurance, in case you decide to try your hand at killing me. Believe me, better men than you have tried and failed. Don’t add yourself to that list needlessly, Mr.Jack,” Tivan said pointedly as the feed closed in front of him.

  In his anger, he puhe pod wall right o him with all his strength.

  That damned bastard. It was a mistake on his part to uimate someone who has been alive for literally millions of years. That was something he would not repeat.

  If Tivan wao bear the focused hatred of someone like him, he would give him that. He would make sure that Tivan is dead, one way or another.

  He will have dead man’s switches but it was not as if he was without cards in this battle. He would lose, in a battle of wits, that much was graivan’s sheer age all but guarahat. Where he would shine is his ability to gather attention.

  That would be his undoing. So, two days ter, he would go out aroy that merary group. He would hunt them down and kill them with an uing frenzy, so much so that word of that would spread to the deepest ends of the os. Sure, it would grab the wrong kind of attention as well but that was a risk he would have to take.

  He had wasted enough time as it is in this pd he did not want to stay cooped up in this pce, waiting to see if Thanos won or not. He didn't want to live in fear of turning to dust any sed. He would grow mad like that.

  He o be involved. He o do something, something to stop or slow down Thanos. In his memories, he had see battle at Wakanda and it retty close thing. If he could just close that small gap betwee and victory, they would win and Thanos would lose.

  That much would be enough, but for that to happen he would have to get out of his pce.

  And so, he was on a ship, traveling at FTL speeds at the rgest mining p cluster that the Collector owned and operated. It mined some obscure metal used in the bolstering of FTL Engines. Something that was needed by every single power in the universe so they were unwilling for any other power to get their hands on something this important to their pns.

  So, it fell into the hands of a supposedly ral party like the Collector. Well, more like Tivan orchestrated the whole thing to happen in his favour instead of it just being another ce.

  Truly, Immortality is one of the greatest gifts, for some beings that is. He was sure that he would grow mad with the passage of time, of seeing all his loved and knowurn to dust, as they passed through time.

  There were many ways this could turn in his favour. The easiest of which was gathering Heimdall’s attention. It would take a simple a of uttering his o make sure Heimdall and by extension, Asgard knew about his tinued survival.

  There was a ce that Odin would choose not to tell Thor but that was fine by him as well. Odin himself would be too curious about him, seeing his abrupt rise to power, not to mention seeing that he was a good ally of Thor and someone who had stood up for the good.

  That has to t for something.

  If not Asgard, then….

  Then, there was always her……

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  A/N - Sorry for the short one. On my way from office today, it abruptly started raining and by the time I got my raincoat on [the rain was forecasted but my stupid ass chose not to wear the raincoat si was literally sun out all day], I was already pletely drehank god, the ptop was fine.

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