IM/DC Chapter 226 (Patreon)

Knowhere was the decapitated head of a celestial that outlaws and criminals inhabited. It meant it was a good place to go if you were looking for trouble or running from the law because most organizations avoided Knowhere like the plague. The main reason is the powerful mercenary groups and other entities living on the head.

The Collector in the movies was sort of a pushover but in the comics, he’s almost as strong as Thanos. The Collector, the Ravagers, the Guardians of the Galaxy, and all the other mercenary squads, hitmen, bounty hunters, and people who live here just because they’re strong enough to are the reasons it still exists and wasn’t taken by a single faction like the Nova Empire.

It’s effectively become space Switzerland where many other galactic empires will sign deals on Knowhere because it is neutral territory. That’s why it doesn’t make sense to raise children on the planet, literally anywhere else would be safer than the place that gets attacked every other day. If the Collector is his strong version then he’d have foreseen me coming and fled otherwise I’d fuck him up and take his stuff.

We get fired on before we land but the whole process of them trying to shake us down is interrupted because Howard fucks up the six ships that ambushed us. For him being a real piece of shit, he’s a damn good pilot. Still completely drunk he flies us in and the three of us head to the bar… I should really figure out the Kree pilot's name at some point.

We sit down for all of six seconds before someone grabs Howard and starts yelling at him. “Look what the cat dragged in. Where’s the fifty thousand credits you owe me Duck.” With a beer bottle in his hand, he smashes it on the table before stabbing the man. With that, all hell broke loose. The four other men pulled their guns on Howard and he held his arms out like he wanted to be hit so I had to step in.

I telekinetically slap the guns out of their hands as I stand up and try to defuse the situation. “Alright, Howard stabbed your guy and I just took your guns. Are you sure you want to take this fight instead of running while you still can?” They all pulled out more technologically advanced batons that discharged an electricity field where they’d strike someone.

I can’t help but smirk at these dumb guys' bad luck. Out of everyone to pick a fight with, they pick my group. Just as the fight is about to start, I hear a familiar voice. “Alright, break it up. You know if you’re gonna fight do it away from the booze.” I look up to see a flying Starlord land in the open-roof building and sit down. The gang that snuck up on us fled as the rest of the Guardians came into the bar.

He sat down next to Howard before asking. “Hey Daffy, you look like ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag. What’s wrong with you?” Finishing another beer Howard spoke. “Leave me alone Star chode. I just want to drink.” They crowded in and I noticed they were missing some of their key members. Drax the destroyer, Mantis, and Nebula were there but Rocket, Groot, and Gamora weren’t.

I hadn’t thought about comics for a while but I do remember seeing a Ravagers crossover cover with Rocket and Groot on it. I didn’t read the comic or synopsis but knew they were probably still together. Peter Quill kept trying to talk to Howard and I just left him to it. I heard Drax order a Zehobereian ship bomb drink as I walked past them and outside.

I began counting in my head, one Mississippi, two Mississippi, th-. Nebula followed me out and I couldn’t help but smile a little. Even just my presence was enough to draw women to me. Making small talk she approached and spoke to me. “Haven’t seen you around here before. You new in town?” Leaning against the wall I answer. “I am.”

She offered to show me around, the first place she wanted to show me was her room. The paper-thin excuse to get me back to her place broke when we got there and we began to make out. She shared a room with her sister, but she wasn’t here at the moment. I wanted to have them both at the same time but honestly, they were worth doing separately first. That would make me convincing them to the threeway all the more satisfying in the future.

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Do you want me to get rid of all your modifications?” She didn’t believe me at first, giving a little chuckle before saying. “Sure, I’d love it if you could make me whole again. I know a hole you can fill with something to help me feel whole again.” I put one finger on her chest and all of her cybernetic enhancements shoot off her body as it reforms back to its original/unaltered version.

She didn’t understand what had happened at first until I conjured a mirror between us. Pale purple eyes, beautiful blonde hair that worked with her blue skin, and two of the most perfect breasts stared back at her. Then she exploded. “WHAT THE FUCK!? HOW!? I was decrypting a genetic lock on my cybernetic brain!” Her surprise changed to panic as she searched for the brain implant that went flying off when I fixed her.

She slapped it into a computer in the corner of her room and hit a few buttons before she stopped panicking. “What the actual fuck. Warn a girl next time you're about to change her body.” I let it sit in silence for a few seconds before I respond. “I… Did…” Getting frustrated that I talked back she stomped her foot. If I didn’t have superhuman reflexes I’d have been far too distracted watching her tits jiggle to hear what she said. “Well, next time ask twice and make sure they know you can actually do it.”

I kiss her bringing any thoughts of hers to a stop as we move towards the bed. She was an incredible lover, many of her organs were replaced and so was the alien version of her uterus. Thanos didn’t need his soldiers to get pregnant after all. I doubted he did the same thing to Gamora, but he possibly did to his other adopted sons and daughters.

She didn’t want kids of her own right now. That was understandable, after what she’s seen and experienced in life, I wouldn’t want to bring a kid into this shit show either. That didn’t mean I couldn’t give her the best night of her life. I was sequencing her DNA to make a version of the USS that would work with her alien race.

She wanted to be manhandled as we had sex. She screamed her lungs out as I had her lifted in the air pumping into her while we held eye contact. Screaming her throat raw as I kept healing it. This was going to be a long night.