Chapter 78

Chapter 78

The Fastest Man Alive

By: BigToFu

 

Pandora Online    

♦ Topic: Emperor Blake vs. Mephesto Analysis  

In: Boards ► Places ► Undisclosed System ► UPF INFINITY   

Cosmic Surfer (Original Poster) (Wiki Warrior)

 

Thatbeastmaster

Okay, is it me or did he just go all God-Emperor and use a black hole to give the devil a swirly? 

 

ThatDataGirl

Impossible, black holes don’t work that way, you plebe. Black holes are spherical in nature and runs on a 3, 4th and 5th dimensional principles. 

 

SleepingGiant

Yeah, well explain how that dude got dunked into it? 

 

LaserNoob

Are we just gonna gloss over that thing bursting out of a FUCKING STAR! Like what the fuck is happening out in space. 

 

GloriousPrimarch

Ha! That foul demon met the might of our glorious Emperor!

 

STALWARTSPARTAN

Beastmaster and LaserNoob, try being in the same system as they throw around planet-busting powers. We had to evac a whole exploration team and almost lost another when the planet quaked. Not an earthquake, the PLANET QUAKED from the kind of power they were throwing around. Urgh, I need a nap. 

 

Rus Head Chef:

What a hand job!  Scared to see the tool behind it!

 

MasterBlaster682:

What the fuck is up with that black hole anyway. Blackholes normally break the known laws of physics at it’s singularity. This one though, looks like it’s breaking all of reality in every direction, not just it’s center. 

 

GloriousPrimarch

Then it must also be glorious, granted none of the queens will tell me. 

 

ThatDataGirl

*Face palm* Rus why would you open that door. 

 

SCIFIFORLIFE

So who was the moron that caused our Emperor to take on a High Demon or Demon Lord Class which caused a tragic loss of a whole star system? I’m grateful we are not swimming again in Invasion of our homeland or home worlds but someone seriously fucked up. I hope our Intel people find out who and punish them.

(0.0.0) 

 

Benjamin Blake 

Emperor

Delighted at the empire’s expansion. 

Leaning back in my seat, I sipped at my lemonade and stared out the window as everyone chowed down around me. My Primarchs were mixed in with the Spartans and so were some of Yondu’s Ravagers. Speaking of that blue bastard, he was seated a few tables down with Peter eating some vegetarian thing. He’s lucky I allowed such sacrilege on my ships. 

 

Even if I don’t believe in such things I didn’t begrudge another person wanting to be a grass feeder. His sacrilegious meal aside, I was honestly more interested in Peter and that cosmic aura that slowly revolved around him. He would need training but only after I was finished with my break. 

 

Taking another sip from my lemonade, I let out a sigh as I watched the lush blues and greens of the planet below. Three new planets and they would all need new names once their relocations were over. Already plans on population expansion needed to be made to take advantage of our 2nd water world and other M-type planets. 

 

Even now with Sue hunting down any information she could squeeze from my scientists, I wasn’t so sure in labeling the jungle world an M-type. It lacked the various biomes. Yet, even if that was the case, it did park a thought of expanding the Savage Lands to the planet. 

 

Honestly, a plan like that would need to be thoroughly planned out due to the types of Suar-lords and Lycans I would like to transfer over. Sigh, and that’s not even including all the crops and herbs to feed the entire empire. With a shake of my head, I decided that it was time to get up. I could worry about all that later, right now it was time to put foot to ass. Wait sorry, training yes, it was time for Peter to learn how to control his powers. 

 

Walking over to the trash receptacle, I put my tray away before summoning Peter over with a flick of the wrist. 

 

“Ohh what the hell!” Yondu shouted in surprise as Peter flew out of his chair. Chuckling, I waved off the blue man even as I turned to give Peter the once over. 

 

“I do believe that it’s time for you to learn how to use your powers,” I spoke even as I gave Peter a little shake. Honestly, he was in his mid to early twenties and looked just as scraggly as Han Solo. 

 

Peter looked at me with clear confusion on his brows. “What powers? I don’t have any powers”

 

I shrugged, “Yeah, that’s where you’re wrong.” Then I turned to his blue daddy. “You coming because it’s clear you know something, and I would rather we have this chat in a room that can handle combat instead of a chow hall.”

 

‘Tch, I don’t know what you’re talking bout.” Yondu grumbled even as he followed along behind. My reply was just to hum even as I carried Peter along by the scruff of his neck. Catching one of the grav lifts, we got out and I led the way into one of the more spacious gyms. 

 

Walking into the locker rooms, I finally let Peter down and had one of the spartans take him and Yondu to get checked in. I wasn’t going to stress that they changed since I wasn’t really feeling like seeing some pasty blue legs. There wasn’t any stopping me from shuddering at such a thought, sigh the things that turn into oversights which were just logical conclusions when viewed at the right angle. 

 

Everyone loves space travel and wants to be a badass space merc but forget that wearing all those clothes,  armor and such a profession came with its own trade-offs. One of the major ones was the Sun and the vitamin D it provides for the body. Well, the one way most space jockeys got their daily dose was through pills but that doesn’t change the fact it was more of a bodily absorption in nature that kept your body from looking all pale and pasty. 

 

Ignoring the two as the spartan gave them the run-down on equipment, I went and got myself changed out of my Admiralty clothes and into something for training which came off as more warrior sheek and not paper pusher. While the two were busy, I let out a small sigh as I wiggled my twos in the grass pitch enjoying the feel of soil. 

 

They called me a mad man, but even they couldn’t complain at how high the morale of the crew stayed once they learned of the available amenities on each of my super-carriers. I might be a super-powered asshole at times, but even I knew to pay attention to the human condition. Paying attention was why real water was offered and recycled on my ships, But also mini-parks could be found with real soil and solar lamps overhead. Even if there was a massive plasteel window to look at the planet down below. You were still allowed that connection as you had real, not artificial grass underneath your feet. 

 

As the two finished, I let wisps of energy flow from my fingertips illuminating them in a golden and red glow. Bringing my hands together, I then created a baseball for what I knew would scratch a little fatherly bonding urge between him and Yondu. I could already tell that I shouldn’t spend too much time over here since a little miss stuck up decided she wanted to tag along. 

 

Holding the baseball in one hand, I waved the two over even as I ignored the glances that Yondu was shooting my way. Letting out a snort, I just shrugged at the blue man because eventually, Peter would have to know and well. It was better that Peter could defend himself instead of going into Ego’s lair like a scrub and getting wasted. 

 

I might be running sky high with my Marvel meta combined with my paranoia and setting up pre-emptive traps and backup plans for shit, but I knew eventually something had to give. Someone was going to die soon with the way Marvel dealt with shit and I refused to sit by and let  it be one of mine. 

 

Quill stepped onto the grass and I threw him the ball of energy to catch, which he did but it of course dissipated in his hands after a second or two. 

 

Peter stuttered as he looked at the motes of light phasing through his fingers. “What the whaa?” 

 

I sighed, “Okay, this might be alot worse than I thought.” I muttered because I really didn’t think that he would suck that much. Urgh, my own cute kids were able to do this no problem at all back on Earth.

 

“Ohh, what was that?” Peter asked, looking from me to Yondu and back again. 

 

In return, I shrugged at him. “It’s something simple really.”

 

The look they both gave me screamed lost, but that was alright. I should have done it like in the military, keep it simple for stupid people.

 

Clearing my throat, I gathered my thoughts and then began, “We are gonna play catch. Takes quick reaction and energy projection to work.” From there I went into how to project the energy from inside of you to the outside and a few minor things that would be easy for someone at his zero level to do. 

 

“What?” Peter asked and it was clear that he was lost. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I really couldn’t believe that this is the guy who turns into such a badass in both the comics and movies. Damn, this dunder head was really a true underdog to the core. “Okay, I’ll be honest I didn’t catch any of that. Was thinking about being He-Man and you being my Sorcerer.”

 

*HN*

 

Yeah, I couldn’t help it and gave him the infamous Uchiha grunt because damn. It was clear that no one curbed any of his thinking growing up and the smile from Yondu was enough. 

 

So instead of dwelling in the bullshit, I shook my head and ignored Hela’s sneer at Peter. Releasing another sigh, I waved a hand. 

 

“Okay, let’s keep things simple.” I told him and watched as he squared his shoulders. “I’ll put the energy together and it’s gonna be up to you to feel and stabilize it.”

 

Creating the ball of energy again, I then tossed it to Yondu. “Right now, I’m stabilizing it. Now Yondu throws it to Quill, and Peter you feel the energy and keep it stable.”

 

“Hey, why did you throw it at Yondu first?” Peter asked with an affronted look on his face.

 

My reply started with a grunt, “Because he’s your daddy, I figured since he taught you about space ships, took you in and brought you to your first skin house.” I shrugged at the smile Yondu shot Peter as he shuddered at the memory and how awkward I was making things for him.  

 

Yondu turned and gave Peter that snaggle smile of his, “Come on boy, you got dis.”

 

Gotta admit, it was a fucking shit show and a half.  Yondu was doing that weird underhand throw as if he was throwing to a infant and Peter just kept fucking it all up. There honestly was no hiding the grimace on my face and I was really thinking that my time could be better spent somewhere else. 

 

All of that changed though after like the sixth failed attempt at playing catch with super powered energy manipulation styled dynamics. I stayed rooted in my spot, back against the plasteel wall as Yondu called Peter closer to his location. Of course being the bastard that I was, I listened in.  

 

“Look boy, you need to stop trying so hard now, it aint that hard.”  Yondu spoke with a hand on Peter’s shoulder.