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Gamora couldn't believe her eyes and ears.
What the fuck is he?
Yes, she had genuinely thought that Marshall was just another lunatic with so species-specific powers. There were plenty of those in the universe. But this was different. This went beyond just species, because if there was such a species out there, the entire universe would be under their thumb.
In a single day, she watched Marshall subdue every single Ravager clan on Contraxia, all the while the little lizard sat on his shoulder. Every Ravager leader cried by the end, kneeling for rcy. So surrendered and submitted without a fight.
But that wasn't it. The lunatic used the subdued leaders, made them contact all the clans they knew, and called them to Contraxia for an ergency eting. On the second day, and the days following, it was pure chaos.
Every clan that appeared fell to the lunatic. Sure, so clans instantly slled that sothing was fishy and tried orbital bombardnt. But the lunatic ate up all those high-energy beams, absorbing them, and shot them back into space to obliterate entire ships.
She had never seen anything like that.
Be it on land or space, the lunatic conquered without moving much. Sotis the enemies fell to what she believed was a ntal attack as they all clutched their heads.
From ten it beca twenty, and then fifty, and then eighty.
Each new clan conquered brought ways to lure more clans.
By the end of a week, every single Ravager clan had been conquered. The space above Contraxia was littered with debris and countless Ravager ships that now had a new single leader.
Tens of thousands of n and hundreds of ships; all fell to a single man in a single week.
H-He wasn't… lying. He can really kill… Thanos.
And just like that, she made up her mind. She wanted him, no matter what. And since she'd seen him drool all over her before, and heard him talk about 'those' things. She knew just what might move him.
Seduction… Ugh, never thought I'd try that again.
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Contraxia, Iron Lotus,
Of course, Contraxia beca Marshall's new base. And Iron Lotus brothel, the largest on the planet, beca his actual headquarters. It had just the vibe he wanted, and he provided the brothel with absolute protection from everyone.
He didn't ask for any cut or profits either. He just wanted to use the place.
And at the mont, he was dancing with a bunch of love bots. He particularly rembered the moves of soone, a vague image in his head, sothing called Bully Maguire Dance? He wasn't sure, but he knew the moves.
They felt a bit weird, though.
All around him was a sea of Ravagers, drinking, chatting, playing. They had all adjusted their logo patches. The yellow leaf was still there, but it now had a black silhouette of a roaring T-rex in the middle.
And of course, they weren't called Ravagers anymore. They were now Dino Corp, the greatest rcenary corp in the universe. No, they weren't that great, but Marshall was the real powerhouse, so it made sense.
"Dance, boy, dance with !" Marshall bood, swirling around with Marty right around his feet. The growth was really fast as Marty had already reached his knees. While Marshall still let him sit on his shoulder, he was quickly becoming too big for that.
Marty, as well, was dancing, shaking left and right, slamming his tail all around, cracking the ankles of whoever walked by too closely.
Of course, there were plenty of dissatisfied voices amongst the now Dino Corp. But all they could do was swallow their pride and drown their sorrow with drinks. A group had already attempted an uprising, and they were all turned into atpaste before they could even say 'we demand…'
Well, that was all they got to say. What they demanded remained a secret that died with them.
Similarly, there were a few who liked this new managent. Mainly Stakar, a youngling who was, for so reason, made second in command of the entire corp, below only to Marshall, who went by the na 'Boss'. The title of 'Big Boss', however, was given to Marty because he was also the mascot of the corp.
After crushing the dance floor with his footmarks that cracked the tiles, Marshall finally stopped and returned to a nice single-seater seat from where he watched Marty continue, jumping and enjoying.
This was it. This was life, happiness, the joy he cherished. Marty was everything to him. A piece of himself that, without him, he was completely lost.
Celestials, Aspirants, Firmant, or their fucking daddy. I'll kill them all.
He still hadn't forgiven anyone.
"Ehm…"
Ever since he'd been able to think again without his brain constantly in a state of infighting, he gets lost in thoughts easily. He jolted awake at that disturbance and looked.
"Ah, the green beauty Gamora."
Right there stood Gamora, leaning on one side sassily, one arm folded under her chest, the other extending towards him, offering him a can of so drink.
"Thanks." Marshall didn't even ask what it was and just drank. "Pretty decent stuff."
But realising she was still standing there, he looked back at her face.
"I know, I know, I'm sex on legs, dangerously hot. Bet your snatch is dripping like a broken faucet. Classic. Back in Dinosia, ten horny ladies drooled buckets on at once. Naturally, I took all ten, and fuck ... the screaming, the clawing, the absolute carnage, balls-deep rampage. By morning, they were begging to let them pass out."
"..."
"Anyway, what can I do you for?"
"..."
Marshall wasn't good at reading people. He could fuck the brain, of course, and read that. But he didn't do that with everyone. He didn't see Gamora's baffled state thanks to his uncontrolled mouth.
"I want to join you."
"Sure you do. So do a dozen chicks around here," Marshall said, waving his hand around the large hall.
No, there were no dozen chicks looking towards him. Sure, he was strong and good-looking, but nobody knew him as they did on Earth.
"No, I an, I want to join this Dino Corp."
"That? Sure, what can you do?"
"Assassinations."
"Oh, I like that. Dangerous stuff. You must bend like a goddamn pretzel, and I fucking adore won who can twist into knots. Alright, with Stakar already playing loyal as my second, I can squeeze in another. Ain't that the saying, right hand, left hand? You'll be my left hand, cause the right one's busy... wait, scratch that! I don't swing that way." Marshall glared at Stakar across the hall. "Fuck no. You're the right hand, he's the left."
"..."
Gamora nodded. "And what do we do? As Dino Corp?"
"Hmm… No more stealing, trafficking, pillaging, piracy. From now on, we hunt pirates. We save plants dood by so psycho warlord, natural calamity, dying sun, or asteroid collision. You get the ga, right? And hell no, we ain't doing this charity for free. Go find places like those. We head out after."
"All of us?"
"Fuck yeah, we're Dino Corp now! Oh, I need a goddamn flagship the size of a floating castle so Marty can stomp around without bitching about cramped quarters. That scaly boy's gonna be a walking apocalypse soon. Find the fattest, anest pirate group with a ship that massive. We're jacking that floating bitch, no questions asked."
Surprisingly, Gamora nodded to that.
"I'll contact so people and look for a target."
"Do that." Marshall agreed and watched her walk away. Really, it was hard not to stare at her ass as she moved. But she was his employee, and workplace romance was harassnt.
But I'm the boss. I can do whatever, no? Do we have HR? Wait, what's HR?
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