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  Collector Miniory

  –Jack Sullivan–

  Well, this was certainly not what he had expected. When the Collector had told him that the voy surrounding the merary group was one of the rgest in the gaxy.

  He had pictured it to be big, but not this big. Acc to the st minute research he had done on the mining p, it was 3 times as rge as Earth, making it a prime target for mining. So, it would be safe to say that the p looked absolutely massive when he floated a little distance away from it.

  Even so, he could see the fleet of meraries arriving closer to the mining p, dismantling the meical defehat had been installed to protect the mining operations of Tivan from would-be thieves and such.

  As far as he could see from such a distance, he could see that the defenses were beiroyed, with astonishing ease, as none of the many parts he could see floating around in space had any signs of life in them.

  He cracked his neck as he g the small metal i on his shoulder, the ohat the Collector had put on him in exge for removing the huge metal pting installed on his back, the strands of which were ected directly to his spine and back muscles.

  He was right iing that the apparatus was some sort of advanced bomb that would blow him right up if it mao hit him. It was made with some exotieral, which when ing into tact with even the slightest amount of trace elements of iron, would gee enough energy to melt through thick sheets of steel, let alone his body.

  The rea was also nearly instant, so much so that he would have no hope of tering that. Most of this information rovided to him by the Collector himself, who was all too happy to gloat about the way he had shackled one of the most powerful beings of the gaxy.

  The metal i had no suefarious fun. All it did was track his energy levels and the Collector had shown him that he had somehow tracked down the perfect frequend made sure that the momeried to use his dimensional energy to try and do something, the device would detect it and blow up every single one of his acquaintances ba Knowhere.

  He was a det distance away from that pd he did not know if the Collector was bluffing or not, sidering the invaluable nature of ead every one of his so-called Colles.

  He would have tried to flee the moment he could, sequences be damned if only he knew where to go and if it would lead to a positive good or not. He still did not have any idea of the time period he was in, so it could either turn out to be a dick move reat move, depending on the year it was oh.

  Acc to his memories, the Collector’s colle would be either destroyed or set free by Ronan and the Guardians of the Gaxy in 2014. If he was close to that date, there would be o be responsible for the death of some of the most pitiful people he had ever met in his life.

  That was the only reason he was not immediately using his powers and taking trol of some of the ships, to get them to the hotspot of activity, from where he could quietly disappear to Earth.

  Of course, Tivan would know then but what could he do? Aside from sending a tidal wave of meraries at him, all the same strength as humans would be if they were the same size of an ant.

  He only had a single goal for the day and that was to figure out the timeli would not be easy, especially since he didn't have some handy dandy manual that could help trahe gactic dar back to the ohat most humans oh used.

  He looked up to see a bright fsh of light, as the final automaton responsible for holding back the ships fell apart, creating a white explosion that took down some of the ships closest to its broken form, fortunately for him.

  He could tell that some of the ships had one or the other form of advanced onry. The kind that would make him feel the strain of holding it all together.

  The ons were some sort of high yield oime used only ones, loao them by some unknown party, probably some long lost enemy of Tivan.

  He could have just covered himself into a very shard, mono molecur barrier, and then rammed right into all of their ships, turning them into a very expensive, and more importantly, very bloody firework program.

  But no, he didn’t just e here to sughter a couple of thousand people, at best, and then go back around to being the Collector’s pet dog. Because that was what this was all about. Being a loyal attack dog for the Collector

  Or at least, making sure that the rest of the gaxy saw it that way.

  He could only imagihe sheer chaos that it would cause if it came to be known that the Green Guardian himself was under his plete and utter trol. Oh god, the man’s narcissism and smugness knew very few bounds these days. If it came to be known that he could essentially turtle himself in Knowhere and be protected from all but the stro of civilisations.

  Well, let’s just say that his current colle spree would be like a cakewalk in parison.

  Well, time to get to work thehought to himself as, unknown to him, his eyes fshed blue this time, instead of green, as, for the first time sihe invasio his po.

  He opehe tight lid he kept on his powers, both in fear of retaliation from the Collector’s shock bug and from having to be forced to reveal his powers to the Collector.

  A veritable storm of green energy began brewing, at the ter of which he stood, with his eyes closed and his arms spread apart, head tilted back as he let loose the storm of energy within. Unbeknownst to Jack, the storm of energy this time had trace amounts of Infinity Stone energies, which served to warn ALL of the a civilisations that were always on the lookout for them.

  “Ah…that’s the stuff,” He sighed in te before looking straight at the ining horde of meraries. He could see that most of them were still holding together, despite him standing right in front of them, iween the mining p and the ships, his giant form having travelled the vast distahin the blink of an eye.

  It helped that there was an the vacuum of space.

  As soon as he raised his arm, creating a sword, which then grew spikes before starting to rotate at a dizzying pace, the world in front of him lit up, in shades of blue, grey, red, and all the other colours.

  The reason was the multiple ons situated on top of various ships, which tio fire indiscriminately at him. He couldn’t help but think that these attacks were of the same caliber as the Chitauri Leviathan bsts.

  And wasn’t that a shocker? The Leviathans could also attaeoh their energy attacks, instead of just being a giant target in the sky. He had the unfortunate pleasure of being caught ft footed as a giant beam of light just smmed into his shields at the time. Obviously, the damage was not as severe but he was surprised.

  He was of the thought that the meraries in front of him, ohe barrage of lighting was done, would have the same surprised Pikachu face they saw him being pletely unscathed from the attack.

  He then smirked, looked at the main ship, and snapped his fingers, causing the giant rotating to e falling down on their whole formation. Due to the size of the sword, it looked as if it was falling down really slowly, if one looked from a dista iy, the sword arrived very fast, not even giving most of them time to react.

  The aftermath was clear. The shields of those ships didn’t eveer as resistao him as he sshed through their forces with a diagonal ssh. He could see that the main ship had survived the blow, albeit barely, only because the attack had only grazed the bottom part which was also modur, because the part romptly shoved off the ship by a small explosion before the ship itself began floating on top of the formation.

  The surviving ships, although in disorder, probably reised that something was happening and began rising in a simir manner, only that they were piling on top of one another.

  It was not that different from their previous formation, only this time the HQ of their little group was takier shot. So this way, in an excruciatingly slow mao him, the group finally aheir attack.

  His enhanced eyesight, now much more enhanced for that matter, allowing him to look for stuff from thousands of miles away, at least in space where there was no atmosphere to bend light, told him that the leader had e out and he was wearing the armour.

  “Bingo,” He smirked to himself as he gnced over to his shoulder, where the metal iion was now a red hot, its stitution allowing it to survive ing into tact with the amount of energy his body was dosed with right now, but surely not without some internal damage at the very least.

  He slowly dispelled the giant avatar and then slowly floated to the HQ building. He could literally feel the unease wafting throughout the fleet as he floated to reach within arm’s length of the very shiny looking on that was now located on top of the HQ, with the hands of their leader, shoved into the on from behind.

  He raised an eyebrow as he saw faint shimmerings of what looked to be Asgardian Runes on the before they disappeared, repced by the subtle blue glow, intermixed with a toxic red, that began filling the “veins” that had been drawn on top of the ons.

  So, this was his trump card. His Magnum Opus, if you will. Not that it was his, not eveely possible that the Dwarves of Nidavellir or the a onsmiths of Asgard would ever give away a on like this to some outsider, no matter the privolved.

  Even so, he watched as the armour also began glowing blue before the blue glow, along with a toxic red ing from another line feeding straight into the side of the on, was fed into the on. A faint whining sound was heard before a small dot was formed in front of the ere inches away from his face.

  The small dot became a tennis ball before expanding to reach football-size before starting to press once again. Only this time, the brightness of the aforementioned ball only began to increase as the very space around it seemed to bend due to the amount of energy being gathered.

  ‘Of course, it will bend. The energy governs the damn space of the universe,’ he thought to himself as he prepared himself as well. Ara yer of barriers wound tightly around his body.

  Oh yeah, he could somehow breathe in spaow. Well, ly breathing but the only way he could make sense of it was that the energy that made his barriers was now flowing through his body as well, sustaining him in its ey.

  So, as long as he had energy and stamina on his side, he could now survive most crushing enviros without any problem.

  The barriers were also using something that he had unlocked after almost dying. He could now preprogram some of his barriers. There were seven yers around his body. The first three were pletely defense focused.

  The fourth one was a warning yer. As soon as the fourth yer of defense was breached, the barriers that were tched onto his back would yank him bad toss him away from the situation with his utmost strength.

  As his strength was right now, he could toss himself hundreds of miles away in the blink of an eye, all dohout any scious input from him of course.

  This gave him hope that he would be able to deflect whatever it was that this K’ehmbe was going to use. It also gave him slight hope in dealing with the Collector should he get the ce.

  As things stht now, he looked K’ehmbe in the eye, his madness shining through his eyes as the corrupted energy begaaking his body as well. He did not seem to notice that at all, lost in his own manic world as he ughed out loud, like a maniaot that anyone could hear it, what with the oxygen mask on K’emhbe’s face.

  Soon, he could not see K’ehmbe anymore because the light from the spinning ball of death in front of him was enpassing all of his vision. It kinda looked like a Rasengan from a close distance, only with reddish highlights instead of the ehing being surrounded by gales and winds capable of puncturing through steel as if it aper.

  K’ehmbe must have said something before he shoved the ball of death at him, as do most proper self respeg vilins but even if K’ehmbe did, he could not hear that.

  All he saw was a fsh of light whiehow, going against all odds, broke down two of his barrier yers before it finally fizzled out of energy.

  The e was somewhat anticlimactic. Due to the sheer amount of energy that hit him, and was stopped abruptly as a result of hitting him, trace amounts of energy had dispersed in all dires.

  Now, it was trace amounts for him but for normal aliens without the prote of a celestial built artifact, it was death. Iermath, he could see most of the fleet havied down, most probably fsh burning all of its inhabitants as well. K’ehmbe, as well as his armour, were no more as the entire HQ ship was fshed out of existence.

  There were some scraps of metal left but after tearing through most of them with his powers, he could see that none of them had any living beings in them. He closed his eyes as he mehe massive loss of life here but as things stood, he had seen the deeds of these people and he was thhly vihat some people were better off dead.

  So, he did not linger on much before he left for the ship that was waiting for him, the mining p below ung multiple satellites that formed a ring around the p, reactivating most of the defehat had beeroyed by K’ehmbe and his people.

  Before he ehe ship though, he made a show of looking at two spots. The pces where he knew enhanced hidden surveilnce drones were watg his every movement,

  God, massive loss of life on such a scale must be a huge burden to bear, he khat intellectually but to actually experiehat?

  It was diabolical.

  As his mental state was right now, even that sterilised white pod’s bed was feeliing.

  God, he needed help.

  Hope it arrives soon.

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