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Ronan The Accuser. The Kree warlord and servant of Thanos. I watched with a scowl as his people went across the town, dragging citizens from their homes and forcing them into the central square. Expanding m vision showed me that what was happening here was either happening or had already taken place in the hundreds of other settlements across the planet.

The settlements they'd finished with were littered with bodies and mourning citizens and it didn't take a genius to figure out what they were doing. Not like I had much figuring out to do as canon seemed to be playing out in real time. The citizens were being gathered, counted and then half of them were randomly chosen before being killed. A textbook execution of Thanos' unique brand of insanity. The soldiers moved almost mechanically as they carried out their orders, their movements smooth and well-practised. This wasn't their first time. They'd done this in who knows how many planets? Fuck them. Fuck this. I could hear my heart beating and feel the blood rushing in my body.

One of them slammed my door open as two others rushed in, blasters pointed straight at me. I just smiled before feeling a familiar feeling take over my eyes as my vision turned red for a split second. When I could see other colours again, the two assailants that had barged in were missing most of their upper bodies. The last one was less fortunate as his death wasn't instant. I flew over to him as he entered and tossed him right back the way he came. A look at him told me he'd broken at least a few bones and a deeper one showed multiple internal injuries. He wouldn't be getting up.

Walking back into my workshop, I picked up the diamond shaped puck that contained my suit and placed it on my chest before closing my eyes as the sensation of having the nanites that made up the suit travelled across my body. At least I no longer had to make any changes to it. Ronan had done me the favour of bringing me a ship.

I flew out and the Kree found that they were no longer the apex predators. First of all, I rushed towards Drax's home and picked up the one that was beating on the man before snapping his neck in one gesture. The helmet they wore offered no protection to his compatriot as I punched right through his head. The gore dripped from my fist as Drax, Ovette and Kamalia stared at me in what looked like shock.

"Gather everyone. Keep them safe. I'll handle this" I said to the farmer before zooming off and continuing to deal with the soldiers as I passed them. Not a single one of them offered anything even resembling resistance as I made my way to the centre of the settlement where I could see Ronan. With power like this, I was forced to wonder why the Kryptonians in the original DC Universe simply hadn't conquered the entire thing under the influence of the yellow suns that littered the galaxy. Considering I had access to multiple accounts of what happened to our people under the golden rays, it wasn't like they'd been ignorant of the power. All I knew was that at some point, roughly five centuries before Krypton's end, the council had ruled that all research into the effects of solar radiation on Kryptonian biology was to cease and be classified. Why they did it, I had no idea. It was almost as nonsensical as the decision to end all work on space travel and destroy all spacecraft on the planet.

The thoughts on something completely unrelated allowed me to continue my slaughter of the Kree soldiers as I moved for Ronan. Their screams, their attempts to lay down their arms, their calls for backup. I ignored them all as I did the butcher's work and killed them down to the man. When I was sure that none remained in the settlement that took me in, I flew for the centre and found Ronan there, leaning against his warhammer.

I won't even lie. Ronan's hammer was one hell of a weapon. At least three-quarters as long as I was tall, with a wide and narrow end, it made for a fearsome sight. In contrast, the man that leaned against it was lesser. Ronan the Accuser looked just like all the other Kree I'd killed on the way here. Sure, his armour was much more distinctive, with a cloak that hid his blue skin from the beating of the sun above us. And the face paint was a nice touch, but all in all, beyond standing at least half a head taller than me where I'd dwarfed all the other kree, he was much like the others.

"Who are you?" He asked in a deep gravelly voice.

"What does that matter to a dead man?" I asked with a smirk on my face. A smirk that sent his hackles rising, but before he could do anything, I was flying at him with my fist outstretched.

To his credit, he managed to swing the hammer at me before I reached him. I even allowed the hammer to hit me right in the chest, but all the impact did was knock away a few leaves and empty cups from last night. I just looked at him, putting on my best sneer before I grabbed him by the neck and drew him closer to me, applying pressure as I did so.

"If you want to live beyond today, you will call off your soldiers across the planet and have them all assemble here. All the operators of that ship of yours will also evacuate it and come right here." I said to him, voice lowering to a growl as I brought us face to face with little to separate us.

He looked at me, face not twisting even with the pain I knew he was feeling. He just brought his wrist to his mouth before speaking, "Destroy it all" He said, and I watched in shock as the ship's crew began aiming all the ships weapons, of which there were quite a few, right at us.

"Bold, but stupid" I said, after ripping his head from his body and picking up the hammer. Before they could fire, I flew right at them at my top speed, covering the distance in seconds. I ripped through the ship's hull as I flew towards the command centre. In seconds, I floated among them, and just in time.

As one of them was about to click the button I suspected would unleash the payload, I severed the hand from the body in a blast of heat and announced my presence by landing and coughing. When they turned to me, I gave them the same terms I'd given their boss only seconds earlier.

Of course, just like him, they didn't listen. In a matter of minutes, the control room was a mess of brain matter and bodies as I killed them all with Ronan's hammer.

I plugged my suit into the main control terminal after I was sure that there were no living beings in the control room anymore. Secure enough to sit down and begin understanding the ship, figuring out how to fly the thing was easy. A bit harder was trying to figure out how to engage the ship's landing protocol to put it down so I could head for the remaining soldiers out there. At least, unable to communicate with Ronan or the mothership, most of them had stopped their slaughter in favour of seeking answers.

When the ship finally came down and landed just at the edge of Drax's settlement, close to a hundred kree soldiers stood outside waiting for it. I just smiled at the visible shock in a lot of their body language as I came outside alone and uncontested. I didn't give them an extra second as energy pooled in my eyes and was unleashed in a single red wave that passed through them like the grim reaper as their souls were sent to whatever afterlife the Kree believed in.

After what I'd seen in my few moments with full access to the ship's systems, I was less inclined to show them any mercy or even give them the honour of having bodies to leave behind. With these ones taken care off, I flew into the air before breaking the sound barrier in my flight to the next settlement as I sought out more kree to kill.

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The butcher's work took me the better half of the day. After a while, the Kree realised what was happening and began to head into hiding. Their armour had some sophisticated stealth tech, but all was laid bare before my eyes in the end. The ability to see into every spectrum of light was hax when it came to finding things that thought they could hide from me. In the end, it was only a matter of doing a few slow flights across the planet to make sure none of them survived or still lived.

While I made the flight, I did the job of letting all the heads of the various communities know that it would probably be best if they all converged at Drax's. Most of them had had their populations mercilessly halved so they didn't really have a choice as survival was looking uncertain for them all.

One unfortunate community had lost most of the men who acted as hunters and defenders in the cull and so were left extremely vulnerable to the temperamental creatures of Kylos. For them, I'd used the ship aqs transport to get them to Drax.

The man was being a good sport about everything as he and Ovette worked to get the newcomers welcomed and settled in. Their settlement had quite a few empty houses from the disease that ravaged their population over a decade ago, so there was space for a lot of the newcomers as long as they were comfortable sharing with the others.
My goal with gathering them together was so they could make a decision as a planet.
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"Why have you brought us here, outsider?" was the first words out of one of the Chieftain's mouths as I began the official meeting.

"Today was a tragedy. Millions lost their lives today. A total population of 7 million across the planet is now a bit less than 3 in only a few settlements that I was able to get to in time." That was another effect of my presence here. Once Ronan had been killed, a lot of the Kree had taken it as a signal to let loose with their barbaric instincts and whole settlements were razed to the ground and millions of lives were lost.

In truth, if it was just purely mathematical, then my presence here had caused more loss than I had been able to prevent, and things were probably much worse here than they would have been if not for me. But it wasn't mathematical or objective. A narrowing of my eyes showed Kamaria having a peaceful sleep on her bed a few metres away and that was all I needed to be sure that I'd made the right choices there would have been death and pain, now there was life, and that was because of me. Because of my actions.

I'd thrown canon out of the window with one motion. The second Ronan took his last breath, it was all over for the main MCU timeline. There would be no Guardians of the Galaxy. The power stone would never threaten Xander and the billions who lived there. Gamora would never truly get reformed into the woman who fought Thanos to the last. Peter Quill would never be more than a thief and Rocket and Groot would not get to find the family that would show them true humanity was beyond exterior appearances.

But even with that, as Kamaria turned in her sleep, I found it difficult to care. Still, I had to focus on the here and now.

"And? We need to rebuild and replenish. We only honoured this invitation out of gratitude to you, Saviour of Kylos." Another riposted.

"The man who led the attackers tonight, Ronan, he worked for another. A galactic warlord known as Thanos, the mad titan, a mad man with a taste for death and bloodshed that is not easily sated. His mission is simple, to bring his twisted sense of balance to the universe by killing half of all life everywhere." A lot of them went silent at that, as the scale of what I was talking about began to hit home for them.

"Your planet is just one of hundreds that have felt his touch, and very rarely is he ever denied."

"Denied? More than half of us are dead. He more than got what he wanted." Kilgarra, the head of the settlement closest to this one said with a scowl on his face.

"Yes, but his agents were killed."

"By you" Another pointed out.

"Yes, by me. To save the settlement that gave me hearth and home, I killed his people. But I do not know if he will seek out vengeance for their deaths or not." I said

"What do you mean?" Kilgarra asked

"He might choose to completely annihilate this planet to send a message to all the others."

"But we did nothing," Jenga, one of the few female chieftains, said in protest.

"And he might recognise that. I do not truly know."

"Surely you can defend us if he comes" Kilgarra asked, drawing a few hisses across the crowd. Most of them weren't sold on that idea.

"I do not know if I could take him on, but that does not matter. I have been searching for a way off this planet for a while now, and now I have one. I'll be leaving by dawn tomorrow"

"So you'll leave us to deal with the consequences of your actions" The first of the chieftains to speak did so again. The scowl on his face was visible and told of the depths of his displeasure.

"I called this meeting to ask you to spread the word. Those of your people who seek to leave with me are welcome to do so. There is more than enough space on the ship." I said, to varying receptions.

"You would ask us to leave our homes. All that we know?" Drax asked, orange skin pulled tout in the form of a contemplative look that looked as alien on his face as I was to this planet.

"I would ask you to survive. Seek a better life in the stars."

"Under you. You want us to name you king" Kilgarra sussed out my intentions accurately.

"Not King. Captain." I said, looking at them.

"I see. We will need time to discuss amongst ourselves" Jenga said. I smiled and bowed to them all as I swept from the town hall and made my way to the ship.

The Dark Aster was a massive ship, a great specimen of the very best of Kree engineering, but in only a few minutes on it, years of Kryptonian knowledge allowed me see so many areas in which the ship could be improved.

Krypton had banned shipbuilding, but that hadn't stopped generations of bored scientists from cooking up designs in their labs and tweaking them in their spare time. It seemed like every few years, a space-crazed Kryptonian would be born. The high council tolerated the research as long as no actual ships were built and because a lot of the developments from that research ended up making their way to the average kryptonian homes. Because of that, it was easy for me to begin making improvements. The fabricator in my workshop had been a bitch and a half to move here, but once I did, progress could be made.

Every look at the ship gave me new ideas and that had me working for the entirety of the night, and well into the next day. The thrusters could be retuned, replaced and reshifted. Tony's repulsor tech acted as a good backbone for much of the improvements even if when I finished, it was virtually unrecognisable. In terms of power source, most of the ship's engines and power core were gutted to be replaced with a giant arc reactor. I didn't have any of the fancy miniaturisation tech at my fingertips so it was a good thing that the ship was so damn large.

Alternatively, the ship was still too small to contain the majority of the Kylosians if they chose to come with me, and dealing with the contents of the cargo hold would also require a lot more space. That was the project of the rest of the night. The ship's changes, with access to my swarm of nanobots, was the work of minutes. What took hours upon hours was space folding. Basically the art of making something much bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. Every fantasy book with a good magic system had one of those, and in keeping with the general truism that magic was just really advanced science that seemed to run across the MCU, the Kryptonians had their own version of space folding.

The schematics for the machine that would let me easily do that hadn't been uploaded to my suit's storage but I had a very good idea as to how it worked. All I had to do was figure out how to build the damn thing. Knowing the basic science behind something was not equal to knowing how to actually build something to do it.

"Ahem" Ovette coughed to draw my attention to her as she stood at the other end of the room I was working in, within the Ship's engines. She must have thought she caught me by surprise, but all the while I'd kept an eye out for the Kylosians.

I'd watched their debate end, and then watched in amusement as they all debated with one another as to who was going to enter the imposing ship to tell me their answer. My amusement had intensified when Ovette grew visibly tired of the bickering and just walked away to do it herself. I gave it five more minutes till Drax noticed. He was currently wrestling with Kilgarra after the latter called him a coward for his hesitance.

"You've made a decision?" I prompted her.

"Yes. We will follow you, Captain." Oh, I so loved it when a plan came together. And then that was the second the holographic model of the Dark Aster floating above my workstation winked out of existence as it ran the simulation of implementing my present design. Fuck.

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