Marshall and Marty watched the green woman fully put on her spacesuit and return to the compromised cockpit of the ship. She tried to tap on some buttons, but nothing happened. So, she started to bang on the control panel in frustration.
"Gruff."
"Yup, she ain't right in the head, for sure," Marshall muttered. "Maybe it's just her species. They're all probably retarded."
"Krrrow?"
"The fuck you mean 'like me'? I ain't retarded. Probably was before, but I'm all good now, mostly. Can't remember shit though." Marshall barked and decided to move. "Let's go greet her. I got no idea where I am, and this story ain't over before I kill every Celestial out there."
So, like any "sane" man, Marshall punched at the spaceship's viewport. He made a big enough hole and flew inside, making the green woman even more alarmed than she already was.
"Howdy, green alien beauty," Marshall waved. "I'm Marshall, this lad's Marty. We're hunting Celestials. You know any?"
Marty waved his tiny T-Rex arm from Marshall's shoulder.
"..."
Simple to say, the green woman froze in place, her hand slowly inching towards the gun on her hips. Then, with breakneck speed, she unholstered it and shot two energy blasts right at Marshall's face.
"That wasn't nice," Marshall grumbled annoyedly. The energy bolts had just ricocheted from him and damaged more of the ship's instruments. "Gimme that."
With a flick of his hand, Marshall snatched the gun with telekinesis. He carefully studied it, having never seen an alien gun before. It looked pretty ordinary, but there were some shining lights on it.
"Bad manners. I gave you my name. What's yours?" He asked, being more "polite" than he usually was. Old Marshall would have already splattered her head on the cockpit's wall the second she shot that blaster.
"I'm Gamora… What are you?"
"Human, and this one's a dinosaur. Cute, ain't he?"
Of course, Gamora wasn't speaking English. It was Marshall's Allspeak from Odin that helped him. And the magic of Allspeak was that it conveyed the words just as intended, something that actual translation may not.
"No, you're not. Humans don't fly in space without a suit," said Gamora, having taken out a knife instead, looking feral with those sharp eyes surrounded by yellow patches.
Marshall nodded, humming approval. "Ding ding ding, you are dead right, and for that answer, you win. Shit, I got no space money… Anyway, yeah, I'm not human, probably. But I'm from Earth, where humans live. I'm a full-on god there, a hundred million years rotting in this skull. Bleh, who gives a shit about that boring crap? Got any chow, sweetheart? My tongue's begging for flavor, even though I don't gotta eat."
"..."
Marshall spoke so fast and so much that Gamora needed a few moments to digest it.
"You're a hundred million years old?"
Marshall shrugged. "I know, too handsome for someone that old, yeah?"
After that, Marshall didn't wait. He walked past Gamora, and she didn't swing her dagger either. He vanished behind her through the door, entering the cargo space to find something to eat.
Gamora remained alone in the cockpit, unsure and confused about what to even do.
####
Gamora was busy running some errands for her 'father'. It was nothing special, just the usual intel gathering.
She'd escaped from Xander in urgency, having been almost caught while trying to access Nova Corps' classified data.
Who'd have thought she'd bump into the most absurd situation imaginable? A man and a lizard pet, just flying in deep space without protection. Even the ship's main guns didn't harm him, so there was likely something special about him.
But more than that, he was just so strange.
She'd watched the man and his lizard go through her entire cargo, tear open packs of rations that would have lasted her months. The two creatures ate it all in one go while ranking each pack for its taste.
After that, she watched the man take a bath in her room and walk around entirely naked with no shame at all. Then she watched them brush their teeth. The man even forced the lizard to brush, holding it under one arm and shoving the brush in its mouth with the other.
"..."
What… is he?
So laidback, so calm, so shameless. She'd met her fair share of weirdos, but this was by far the weirdest one. The man wasn't scared of her at all. Without even asking her, he went to her quarters, the only usable one on the small ship, and went to sleep on her bed.
Is he not worried I'd kill him in his sleep?
But again, if her guns couldn't wound it, what could? Moreover, her ship's control panel was fried, so she had much to work on.
With a sigh, she left the man and the lizard alone and focused on getting the ship running. At least the man didn't show any hostility.
Eventually, after hours of work, she finally got the ship running again. She also patched the broken viewport so she could once again sit without the spacesuit. By then, she was tired.
Clink!
But then she heard footsteps, and the man appeared again, plopping down in the copilot seat.
"So, where to, Gamora? I'm looking for Celestials. Know anything about them?"
She didn't even bother to react, too tired. "Celestials? Do you even know what you're talking about?"
"Damn right I do. I'll butcher them all. Those fucking shit piles think they can toy with me. If you know nothing, dump me on the nearest civilised planet. I'll move from there. I'm broke, so I can't give you money for the ride, but I'll owe you a favor. Ask anything."
Gamora rolled her eyes, scoffing. "...Kill my father then."
"Sure, what's his name?"
"..."
She sighed, chuckling at his level of insanity. The man didn't even know where he was. How could he stand against Thanos?
"Forget it. We're going to Contraxia."
####
Marshall could have travelled using the powers of the Tesseract. But even with the memories he received from Galactus, he couldn't do it. Planets were ever moving, always changing places, drifting in space. Unless he knew the exact time coordinates or galaxy rotation speed in real time, or he'd been there before, reaching it with teleportation was hard.
Besides, traveling on a ship was a new experience for him. Something that he actually enjoyed. Also, he learned how to fly it by watching Gamora. He was surprised by his own fucked up brain's new capabilities. He processed information faster, he understood things better, and he already knew most of the tech on the ship.
Galactus was no ordinary man, clearly. Why that man chose to give everything to him, he still didn't know.
"We've arrived."
Marshall glued himself to the viewport with Marty, watching the large icy planet become bigger. From what Gamora said, the planet wasn't always like that. Its sun was dying, hence the icy climate now. Eventually, it would become uninhabitable.
Moments later, they landed on an icy landing pad, the dusty snow whirling all around the ship due to its thrusters. He watched Gamora finish the landing sequence and get up.
He followed right behind her, and once the hatch was open, he jumped out. Everyone, even Gamora, had dressed in extra layers to fight the cold. But Marshall was still in his caveman, Viking-like attire. They were constructs that he made with his abilities, so they always appeared the same.
"I smell…" Marshall snuffed, as did Marty on his shoulder. "Pussies! A shit ton of pussies!"
"Wrag-f!"
"Huh? Cocks too? Why the fuck are you smelling for those, Marty? You into that shit?"
"..."
Marty rolled his eyes and slapped his tail on Marshall's face.
Just a step behind them, Gamora stood there speechless, listening to them bickering about genitals. They eventually started counting how many there were by just the scent of it.
"It's a pleasure planet," Gamora said. "Brothels and casinos are everywhere. Mercenaries and Ravagers come here to unwind."
"Yup, a pussy will do that. Unwind, erase stress, loosen up, and all that good stuff," Marshall muttered and eyed all the people around. All sorts of aliens, some with human-like faces and others not so human. Some looked like insects. But then he noticed feminine robots.
"The fuck? Robot pussy?"
"They are called love bots."
"Huh? So no real women?" he asked.
"There are, but they cost more. That said, I won't miss this conversation. This is where we part."
Marshall waved back at her and kept walking, not bothered at all. Sure, she was gorgeous, but he had the entire universe to look around in. There were bound to be more pretty green ladies. And he was on a pleasure planet; he reckoned he'd find one or two right there.
Not that he was looking for them.
He noticed a lot of people there with a yellow leaf-like badge on their chests or arms. It seemed like some sort of a faction, or a group. But he didn't bother and walked past everyone, acting like a random, overly excited tourist, which he was.
"Picture this shit, Marty! We're way the fuck out here, light-years from Earth. The whole goddamn universe is sprawling wide open, and those Earth assholes are still fucking each other over land expansions!"
Marty, who had witnessed the entire rise of humanity with Marshall, nodded his head. "Huff grwah…"
"Abso-fucking-lutely, they're still the same apes as they were years ago. Just less hair, the rest is the same."
Chatting with Marty, he eventually walked into what seemed like a strip club. What attracted him was a glimpse of actual women in the flesh, standing at the door in skimpy clothes. Besides, the club seemed brighter and well-maintained than the others.
"Now this is true culture!" He declared as soon as he was inside.
___________________
Check out Hela Facefucking, Marshall X Mystique & Marshall X Gamora NSFW ART, and advance chapters at [email protected]/MrPlotThickens or Subscribestar.adult/mrplotthickens
Advance chapters on [PATREON] are in long-form format. I have 4 long chapters of this story on Patreon. That's equal to 20-24 Webnovel chapters.
Old Free Art on Discord: https://discord.gg/W5FdB6WXaP