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IM/DC Chapter 221
🕑 Added 2024-11-13 21:09:48 +0000 UTCXandar was a planet that was part of the Nova Empire. The Nova Empire was a collection of alien races that came together to fight against the larger and more war-inclined alien races like the Kree or Skrull. The system wasn’t perfect, the Empire was broken down into a bottom, middle, and upper ring for partnership with the more intelligent alien races taking the top spots and using the other races for the more dangerous jobs in the Empire.
Humans weren’t even on their radar until a year or two ago as they thought Carol Danvers was a Xandar/Kree hybrid until recently. We were genetically close enough that humans could have been a genetic experiment by Xandar. Kree originally was part of the Nova Empire but as they were a lower cast race they were used as cannon fodder against the Skrull.
After getting everything they could from the Empire they defected and the Empire fought them for betraying their partnership. The war was brutal and the Empire had to come to many concessions as they had to deal with a dual-pronged approach from both the Kree and the Skrull. They signed peace treaties that let them work tangentially with the Nova Empire but not all the Kree agreed with that decision.
Kree was a warrior race, which meant they loved war and disliked political aspects necessary for their survival. The more war-hungry members either defected or attacked their own people for doing something so weak as avoiding conflict with enemies. The Kree could have been a huge part of the universe but their constant infighting and self-sabotage kept them fairly small.
A portion of the Kree that wanted nothing to do with wars anymore also rejoined the Nova Empire and they had climbed up the ranks to a middle-cast race. There were over a hundred alien races now but only seven upper-cast races. Xandar was heavily protected so as the X-men showed up on their radar they had to deal with the safety check of the ship while I teleported down to explore.
As I looked at some of the races on the planet my goals changed. I wanted to sample every alien race I could and that goal had changed to sampling the attractive humanoid alien races. Kree, Skrull, and Xandarian are normal enough for them to be exotic but whatever slug alien or cockroach-looking alien is I wanted nothing to do with. I looked at the pink-skinned beauties who were almost exclusively advertising the businesses I knew where to start.
Krylorians and they had played a part in the movies, when Starlord stole the infinity stone and escaped he slept with a Krylorian and forgot she was on his ship. A Krylorian was also the one who touched the stone and she exploded when they went to the collector. Some races were designed to be attractive so they’d be less likely to be killed and Krylorians were one of those races.
Instead of focusing on intelligence or brutality to function, they got by on love, or rather lust. The sole reason they were spread far and wide throughout the solar systems was that their home planet was conquered, and they were taken as slaves, slowly working their way to one of the seven upper-cast races of the Nova Empire.
I needed units/credits to start with, and I wasn’t sure how to get them. I sleight-of-hand some out telekinetically from people's unit containers before putting them back. I didn’t know how much it would be for a good time but I wanted to pay the brothel workers when I did find one instead of getting by with my good looks. Sex was a large part of their business as I look, maybe one out of every ten businesses looked to be sex-related.
After walking into a building to figure things out and learning that it was selling slaves I left before finding a brothel. Sure, you could say that my purchasing a sex slave would ensure she had a much better life, but I didn’t agree with that train of thought. I didn’t agree with slavery, even of alien races. I only wanted to sample the goods not fight against the ugly systems in place.
The price of a slave was only twenty thousand credits and it seemed that a hard day's work was worth about eight hundred. Judging by that price I was surprised when a single hour with a Krylorian was two thousand credits. I would need to look into it more as that seemed fairly uneven. I had stolen eighty thousand credits and figured I’d splurge buying the entire night with five of their best prostitutes.
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Nova Prime’s Point of View
Ever since the Terrans arrived in a clearly stolen Mojoworld ship that had been refitted to Terran standards we’ve had incredible fluctuations on our shield grid. First, there was a huge spike as something had bypassed the grid and overloaded it causing it to fail. Then the cost of the shielding slowly increased over time as if the planet was trying to remove an invading force stronger than anything we had ever seen before.
It took hours to work it down and the panic it caused when we found the problem made it so I had to deal with it personally as if we sent a force they might piss off the god who had shown up. I made my way to the ladies of the night building and knocked on the door. As I took in a deep breath prepared to see the worst I’m let in to see a man surrounded by five unconscious Krylorians.
My eyes couldn’t help but widen at the sight. Krylorians were an alien race made for sex, they could copulate and outlast almost every other race compared but… I guess when a god shows up five humanoid beings can’t hold up… It was odd seeing them so peaceful, Krylorians were a naturally skittish and demure race. I looked upon the man and my breath caught again at his sight. If I didn’t already know he was a god I’d be certain by his otherworldly beauty.
His eyebrow quirked upwards as if to ask why I was here and I just came out and said it. “Greetings cosmic level entity… Can you sign in to our system so the planet stops wasting resources attempting to remove you from itself… It’s beginning to become extremely costly for us.” I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as he agreed.
I had only been Nova Prime for four years and this was the first major threat to the planet. My predecessor always said that if a god-level threat shows up, they most likely want something. She said to just give it to them and hope that isn’t too costly because fighting them would be a quick way for our Empire to be ended.
