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IM/DC Chapter 236
🕑 Added 2024-12-04 13:41:57 +0000 UTCThird-Person Point of View
Lobo sat in a rickety, run-down bar positioned on a comet in the middle of nowhere. He was in one of his very few introspective moments. Lobo was normally a brash, in-your-face kind of guy, but maybe once every few years he sat and remembered that he was the last Czarian in existence.
Lobo sighed as he drank some of the liquid sludge booze, one of the strongest proofs that would kill weaker alien races with a single drop but a bottle would only get him tipsy. The brief moment of quiet that Lobo went through was suddenly interrupted as a man broke through the wall of the bar and ripped his arm off. Before Lobo could even start to yell that he was the ‘main man’ whoever attacked him was already gone.
Lobo couldn’t help but yell. “What the fuck was that!?”
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Blackfire’s Point of View
I couldn’t believe my shit luck. I come home and defeat my brother's challenge for the throne only for the coalition of planets that captured and tortured me to push for a marriage between me and its leader. I wouldn’t mind if it was someone stronger than me, but the blob of green weakness had no skills but diplomacy. I attempted to bring my sister back to marry her off but most of the members were far stronger for some reason than they were just a year ago.
I hated this, I hated being forced to do something but as the leader, it was my duty. We weren’t strong enough to go against the coalition, it didn’t matter that we were the stronger race, a zackbarian titanite can be overwhelmed by prixilian pixies. They outnumbered us ten thousand to one and were more technologically advanced than us.
I was getting dressed in my wedding attire as I let a single teardrop fall from my eye at the future I wished for. One where my sister is in my place being married off to this disgusting creature. A loud explosion rocked the wedding chapel as several of the enemy's spaceships crashed to the ground. A man flew through one of the windows before looking around. “Oh, sorry about interrupting the wedding going on here. Any chance one of you can point me toward the leader of the Tamaran?”
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Third-Person Point of View
Dr. Minerva was showing Suzy Sherman around the Kree base she would now be living in. Suzy was a half-Kree, half-human hybrid like Carol Danvers(Captain Marvel). Suzy had tried out the hero thing as well but found that she wasn’t really suited for it. The Kree that were there to catch Carol and bring her back also picked up on her as partially Kree as well. They had a much easier time capturing her and now that she was in space, Suzy was going to make the most out of her kidnapping.
“And that’s just about it. I’ll leave you under the command of Fenn-Ra here. She’ll guide you through your new duties as a Kree galactic enforcer.” Suzy was just about to greet her new commander before someone popped up right beside them. “Carol!... You’re not Carol. You give off the same energy as her though, but less than her. Well, anyways.”
Fenn-Ra pulled out her pistol before pointing it at the man who had started to ramble. “Put your hands above your head. Who are you?” With a single motion from his hand, the gun was ripped from her grip. Dr. Minerva who had almost made it to the end of the hall looked back before doing a double take and sprinting back towards us. She threw herself down in front of the man before pleading. “Please, spare them, god. They didn’t know who you are.”
Suzy’s eyes went wide at Minerva’s words. He just nonchalantly spoke. “Sure, sure. Anyways. Do you mind showing me around? I haven’t eaten anything for a while, would be nice to eat in the company of a few beautiful women then… Who knows what we can get up to afterward.”
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The Skrull leadership finally made their move. I had been waiting for them to unveil their clones of me, I knew they took my DNA way back near the start of my journey. I knew I’d have to wait for them to do anything with it… I was disappointed with what they did with my powers. The base powers I had weren’t that strong and it took months of cultivating and stealing better powers for me to become as strong as I did. It looks like they did nothing like that and the Skrull who took on my appearance was slightly stronger than a normal human.
The Skrull wasn’t a shitty version of illegal aliens that the secret wars had them portrayed as but an actual tangible threat towards humanity. They had gotten their asses kicked and most of the living Skrull were on ships floating around Earth because their leader had visions that their race's salvation was on Earth. Veranke had thought that through controlling the humans she could find out who could give them a new home but… If they just look around the fucking solar system they’d notice the changing that was already happening to the other planets.
The convoluted plan they had was dumb, but that’s why you know it came from a Skrull. I’d have let their plans play out more but the Skrull clone of me was walking around and talking to my women. From Earth orbit I looked down through the building at the fake me talking with Zatanna who looked more confused that I showed up at her door and didn’t immediately start fucking her.
I flattened the fake in a moment and Zatanna didn’t for a second think that the real me had died. She knew how strong I really was and that whatever was strong enough to kill me would have to do it in person. Plus the corpse was already slowly shifting back into a Skrull so she knew I was here fucking up their plans. I fly into the command center and look at the four female Skrull who were watching a monitor that was watching the fake I just killed.
They all slowly turned in my direction, Veranke, Lyja, X’iv, and the female Super Skrull looked terrified by what I just did. I laughed before saying. “Well, I think the four of you need a spanking for trying to make a clone of me.” In a split second, I slowed time down as I teleport behind each of them and gave each a swat on the ass. With the tension broke we began ‘talks’ as we discussed the cost of them living on the surface of new Mars. And by ‘talks’ I mean I fucked them and let them live on the planet.
