Chapter three: thanos rising.

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This is purely a work of fiction. Not meant to offend or incite, but to entertain and maybe inspire.

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THANOS RISING

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Eleven Months, that's how long it's been since I left Titan. That's how long it's been since I performed the procedure, since I killed my mother. Since I became a cold blooded murderer. But in my defense; it wasn't personal, it was for science, and she did try to kill me first. Karma is a bitch.

In all the months I have spent exploring the outer rims of the galaxy, I have seen and met truly aliens races. You must understand that prior to this I had just seen Eternals who were humans in every way on the outside, these ones were actual aliens. Humanoid beings of different aesthetics and biology. I have absorbed the most sought after of knowledges, the basic and the secretive, the advanced, the esoteric and the simplistic. All the galaxy had to offer, I took. I mastered the black arts, the mystic knowledge that only few could ever wield, lady death is a generous teacher and an even better lover. I am not  in want of any other. Yeah, I'm faithful like that.

Why am I so invested in knowledge? Well other than the fact that I genuinely want to learn, knowledge is power, and weakness stems from ignorance.

The outer rims was a place meant for criminals, the vile and the wicked. It was a place where the unholy gathered in congregation, where the galaxy's worst sinners come together. Laws were cheap and life, even cheaper. Crime lurked in every corner alley, in every malicious gaze of shifting eyes and on every sharp malevolent tongue. Murder and debauchery could be found as easily as the stars that dotted the night sky.

Puddles of crimson, painted the pavement and walkways red, blue and purple, alien life blood was as colourful and diverse as the beings themselves.

The drunken bastards jeered and gropped the barely clothed harlots.

A female screamed for help in one of the dark alleys, the wise heard and ignored. The noble, newcomers or utterly stupid with misplaced survival instincts, dashed into the alley after the voice to offer assistance.

Vvpp! Sizzle! The distinct sound of a blaster bolt roasting flesh, and the accompanying thud of a body hitting the floor like a broken puppet, a male who seemed to be appreciating his new jacket walked out the alley with a smiling and very satisfied female whose skilled fingers ran through a data-wallet.  

"Spend the night with a genuine Skrull! She can turn to whoever you want her to be!" the pimp held onto the chain bound green skinned girl and advertised as the merchant does his goods and wares.

"Kree slaves! Get a blue skinned beauty and you'll never be the same!"

"The Nova corps are getting real aggressive these days"

"Who cares, we all know they don't come round these parts"

"I heard the Shi'ar have been expanding their borders recently"

"It's true, I almost ran into a patrol ship. Those mohawk bastards are d'ast ruthless."

Conversations littered the air as much as the rank stench of caked body fluids and sin. It was hard to miss, well if you had enhanced hearing that is.

Do you want to know something utterly shocking? I haven't killed a single being since I left Titan. I know right.

No, I'm here to observe, I need to learn more of this universe before I begin. The universe will give me a sign, when the time comes. For now, I just focus on gaining knowledge and experiencing new things I never had before. When the time comes, she would once again appear before me.

I walked forward, the smug criminals who stood blocking the path stepped aside upon laying eyes on my figure. I now stood at a towering 7"5 feet. My musculature grew as much as my body did, the nourishment from my cosmic power and the various enhancements and augmentations I made to myself are paying off.

There was no way for me to downplay my statue. A night blue, sleeveless form fitting full body suit was my clothing of choice, the fabric itself was wearable tech, around my waist was the golden power belt, packed to the brim with advanced shield arrays and many more weapon capabilities, it also doubled as a utility belt of sorts. Around my forearms were the golden electronic bands connected to the gloves, forming a type of armor plating with noticeable circuitry lines on the exterior. The same as the bands on my calf connected to my foot wear.

My head was the same fabric as my clothing, it snugly clung to the sides of my face and the top of my head. The metallic parts being the golden ear plates, the main computational component spine that occupied crown down to the back of my neck and the golden helm above my eyes, shaped like a crown.

This is the slimmed down version of the Thanos armor. It isn't meant for fighting gods and whatnot. It was created for leisurely protection and comfort. I wasn't a king yet, I didn't have my own piece of the galaxy yet. The day I do, then I would create my regal armor.

Resting steadily atop bridged platform, was an aerodynamic spaceship the size of a battle cruiser. It looked like an x-wing from star wars but with a sport car's tailfin, it's muted neon green paint job stood out even amongst others, a red skull insignia was painted across the ship's smooth side— identifying the vehicle as the pirate ship, Horkos .

Beings of all shapes and sizes commuted through the open air hangar bays.

I climbed the bridge, setting my sights on the target ship and proceeded to approach it, as many others did.

I gained employment abroad the Horkos. Why? First off, space pirates! Second, I needed to explore and glean more information about the galaxies, there were no better teachers than space pirates who roamed the cosmos for a living. Plundering countless worlds and pilfering ships. Causing wanton death and destruction, like a hoard of diseased locusts.

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In the control deck of the Horkos ship. The stocky muscular built humanoid pirate pointed to the screens.

"That's a Shi'ar supply ship, alright. Can't be more than a few days out of Chandilar. Thing's loaded to the gills with premium imperial supplies. Just look at it" The captain was as sure of it as the black spots that lined his arms.

"Then we take her right here. We kill all aboard and loot their wares" one of his men interjected in approval.

The captain's advisor chose to be the voice of reason, "Captain, that is a Shi'ar ship. The security on it alone is very advanced above galactic standard and beyond our capability to compromise. And we've never gone against the Shi'ar, we know that their interstellar networks are the most sophisticated in the galaxy. We couldn't jam it even if we tried with the junk we've got on board." He rubbed his brown scaly arms together, a gesture saying that he was coming to a sound conclusion.

"Before we even get close to boarding that craft, every Shi'ar warship in five galaxies will be on us" he concluded.

"This is the biggest score of our lives right before our very eyes and you want us to just give it up" the captain said firmly. His scarred face narrowing in displeasure.

"He's right captain, even I don't want to rot in a Shi'ar prison" the bald headed pirate added in support.

"Don't tell me how to run my ship! I've been sailing since you were just an insignificant unhatched egg boy! I sai--"

"I can do it"

The captain abruptly paused his rant as he was interrupted by such a deep voice that it reminded him of feeling close to death. It was haunting, intimidating, strong and fear inspiring. And with the voice came the small giant. He flinched, he hid his reaction as much as he could but it was undeniable that he flinched. The others even visibly more so. The air turned momentarily heavy.

The purple man stood towering over even the tallest of his crew, his body was akin that of a battle hardened conqueror. His gait like a mighty emperor walking amongst his servants. His attire with the golden highlights added to his look of regality. He was like a God walking amongst mere mortals.

He watched the purple man approach a computer terminal ad his fingers blazed on the keypad like a Tyytor speed bug on lava acid.

"You, who the hell are you, I've never seen--" one of his crew mates spoke, but was interrupted again.

"There, I just jammed all their systems"

The man spoke, his voice was one of authority and power. It spoke to their very souls. It sent the worst of chills down their spines and it gave them the greatest sense of comfort they could find. It made them feel as though kneeling before this purple man was what they were created for.

The captain knew that he had to kill this man or drive him off his ship. Because deep down he felt it, his instincts screamed the undeniable facts at him: he would die a horrible death by the purple man's hands.

"Captain we're really in their systems!" the bald headed pirate shouted.

"Prime the tractor beam boys. This will be the greatest score of the Horkos pirates" his second in command ordered in the captain's stead. For the captain was lost, staring at the purple man.

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