Series: Wrath
Author: Magnum Infinitum
Book: Pilot
Chapter: Prologue
Author's Notes: Salutations! I am going to try my own original hero in the Marvel universe. Most of the species like Quoriaan and Alphazoid are original and created by me. Please understand this is a Pilot Episode, since I intent this as a series, so we'll see how it turns out. There will be characters from Marvel that will appear.

Location: Krennik, a trading planet, currently occupied by the Quoriaan Empire in farthest reach of the galaxy.

The capital city of Krennik is a bustling city of people, different sizes and species. The roads are primarily made of dirt, the buildings closely made to give only three to five meters for the crowd of traders, civilians, and thugs to squeeze through in the busy streets. Multiple tents stood at the side, some are selling exotic alien food, with the stall's owner cooking on a portable stove. Another was a souvenir stall, selling all sorts of jewelry and accessories. The crowd suddenly dispersed, making a hole for Quoriaan soldiers to pass. They were heavily armored, their armor grey with several outlines of the armor lighted. The helmets represented a skull with it's visors large and glowing red. The air filters on the jaw are grills which protruded out more than the rest of the helmet. Several of the alien civilians cowered in fear as the authorities past them, while others watched them from dark corners with hatred in their eyes. The soldiers approached several civilians, a hovering projector following them around projecting a holographic image of a humanoid male. The humanoid male looked very human, with a slight trimmed beard around the mouth and short black hair.

"Have you seen this man?" One of the soldiers inquired to a stall owner. A few alien civilians sat at one side of the stall on the dirt, studying the perfect 3D image of the humanoid, "he is identified as Ark-Xell, an Alphazoid. He has been reported in this sector." The stall owner shook his head and muttered some alien language.

The soldier eyed the three crab eyed alien suspiciously, finding nothing suspicious in the alien, he waved him off and said, "Move along." The soldiers and projector walked further down the street, away from the stall owner. The stall owner watched them go, then shrugging indifferently, scooped out a bit of an invertebrate sea creature's tentacles in gravy from his frying pan into a metal container. Shutting the lid tight, he passed it to his customer, a humanoid male that looked like the wanted man, dressed in a brown high collared jacket, jeans and a flat cap. Passing several credits to the stall owner, he turned around and glanced cautiously in the direction where the soldiers went. Satisfied that it is safe, he walked the opposite direction, glancing back apprehensively as he navigated through the crowd. Slipping the container he bought from the stall owner to his backpack he had strapped behind him, he turned at a junction, bumping into a tentacle bearded alien with four tentacled legs. The alien cursed in his native language, the man ignored him and continued on. He was just turning another corner at the sign that said 'Shuttle Departures' when he walked right into two Quoriaan officials in armor. The man turned around to back track and avoid the soldiers, but too late.

"Halt!" One of the officials called, they quickly caught up to him, pointing their rifles at him, "Show us your ID."

The man stopped and studied his surroundings, looking for something to use to escape. One of the officials nudged the barrel of his rifle at him, "Hey! I'm talking to you. ID, now." The man snapped as if realizing they were talking to him, he smiled innocently. "ID? Oh yeah sure, I think they're in my bag." He reached down into his bag, but unknowingly to the Quoriaan, he reached for a long, thin barreled pistol. Pulling his hand out suddenly, flashes of red and orange were fired at their chests, cutting through each of their blood pumping organs. The aliens surrounding them began to panic when they heard the gun fire, the closest ones began to run for cover, creating a ruckus that the Quoriaan soldiers at the shuttle departure gates couldn't get to the crime scene to determine who the armed man was. By the time they reached there, the man was gone, for he had quickly slipped the pistol back into his bag and silently followed the crowd through the gates. The man glances back and grins in amusement, tipping his flat cap, he navigated his way to the closest shuttle.

"All passengers are to remain in there designated seats during the shuttle's departure. All possessions are to remain near your person, any possessions lost will be confiscated by the Quoriaan authorities." The automated speaker began repeating the message in different languages as the man sat at his seat by one of the shuttle's windows. The shuttle's engines began to whirr as its turbines on its sides began twirling for liftoff. The man unzipped his bag and took out the street food he bought and began munching on some of the alien tentacles while observing the disturbed crowd below. Smiling grimly to himself he settled down, bringing his cap down to cover his face as he began to doze off.

A baby began to cry somewhere behind in the overcrowded shuttle. A commotion seems to be happening at the back, the crowd was starting to become a bit fidgety like a herd of live stock sensing danger nearby. Two Quoriaan soldiers suddenly pushed their way through the crowd and approached the bench the man was sitting on.

"You!" The soldier demanded, "Show us your ID."
The man lifted his cap slightly so as to mask his face when confirming whether the soldiers were talking to him. Seeing that they were pointing rifles at him, he groaned. His eyes began to dart everywhere, but finding too many innocents in a confined space, he gave up his option to shoot his way out. Looking out, he saw the bright outlines of Krennik's atmosphere slowly moving out of sight.

So jumping out is out of the question, he thought gravely. He tipped his cap up and looked at the soldier bravely in the face.

The soldier studied him carefully then motioned with his rifle, "Ark-Xell. You're under arrest for treachery against the Quoriaan Empire," he droned. The one identified as Ark-Xell pouted, then chuckled grimly and sighed as he stared out of the window, the planet of trade and scum suddenly disappearing as the shuttle initiated its jump drive, traveling faster than light.

"There goes my escape route," he muttered.

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