Marvel: Mr. President

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Hector did not buy anything for any of them. He didn't want to indulge in their wishes. He told them straight and simple, "If you want something, make money on your own. You don't know how to? I will tell you. Only Moony gets what he wants because I love him and he can't do jobs like you all. Peter gets what he wants to until he's not 14 years old."

Nobody argued with him about Moony getting his way, since they love the fluff ball too. But they protested and wanted a bonus. He gave them a little, to everyone actually.

But now they were on their way to a planet where the auction for warships was going to happen. Hector wanted to buy a few of these to ensure his cargo fleet is secure. This will also allow him to project his power better as a leader among the Ravagers.

He sat on the Captain's seat on the control deck, right in the middle of the room from where he could see outside. Beside his chair was Moony's soft bed, on which he was snoring. Logan was sitting by the window screen, his feet on the control box, arms folded behind his head. He was not smoking or drinking, just staring outside, the ever-changing colours from the small jumps the ship made. He was thinking about something deeply.

Yondu and his First Mate were flying the ship. Adam also had his seat as the Chief Technical Officer on board. He was writing something down. The guy still showed no emotion.

Hector held onto his Datapad and checked the Ravagers interface. There was a new message. "Oh, nice, the Ravagers meet on Contraxia. Yondu, do you know about this?"

"Of course, it's about you. They are wondering who this Washington guy is,"

Hector read further, there was even a chat going on and all messages were about him.

[CHAT]

Charlie-27: Who is this new guy? Did Yondu die?

Stakar Ogord: We will see that in a few days, the meeting is in a week.

Aleta Ogord: I liked that ugly kid, Yondu. I hope he's not dead.

Krugarr: How did they do this job? How are they even alive after getting such a big bounty on their heads?

Mainframe: Do they have an animal on the team?

Stakar Ogord: I went to the Sovereign not long ago and they seem to respect us Ravagers much more now. Been receiving many small jobs from them.

Mainframe: Got to be that furry boy, he's so cute.

Aleta Ogord: Why isn't he speaking to us here?

Mainframe: I want to pet it.

Charlie-27: I hope Yondu died, bastard owes me 10,000 credits.

Stakar Ogord: Charlie, it's our creed, we don't kill our brothers and sisters unless they break the code.

...Hector King Washington is typing

Aleta Ogord: Ah, finally!

...Hector King Washington is typing

Charlie-27: Is he going to talk in paragraphs? I'm going to judge him.

...Hector King Washington is typing

Krugarr: He might be writing a few questions. Give him time.

Stakar Ogord: But we have not yet decided if we will allow him to be the captain.

...Hector King Washington is typing

Mainframe: Oh come on, if he can do a level five job with so much ease, we need him even if he's a devil. And look at that good boy.

Hector King Washington: Moony_pic_no_92879876456.xpeg

Stakar Ogord: (•ˋ _ ˊ•)

Aleta Ogord: (●__●)

Charlie-27: (ಠ_ಠ)

Mainframe: AW! So cute. But why is this blurry? Great Lord Washington, I demand a high definition 3D image of him.

Krugarr: SIMP!

[CHAT ENDS]

"BWAHAHAHA... take that, Ravagers. Your daddy is here, and I'm gonna teach you all to be good thieves." he laughed to himself.

Then he started to check out the new job lists. There was nothing new other than the previous Asgard kidnapping gig, it was not taken by anyone. In Category four, there was a job for enlisting in a war as mercenaries. The war was going to happen besides a black hole. Hence the difficulty.

He rejected the job, why would he put his life at risk for something so little. Then there was the job of helping a planet fight off the Pirate Invasion. It was a planet under the Kree Empire but had a lot of freedom to manage itself. Now, it was mostly a wasteland with various pirate factions coming to them and taking territories as theirs and making aboriginal people their slaves.

The request came from its secret Government that was living in hiding on the planet's 3rd moon.

*DING DING* Thank you for selecting the job. Please follow the instructions to arrive at the destination. *DING DING*

"What suicidal job is it now?" Yondu asked him. That ding ding noise was the origin of his nightmares nowadays.

"It's a planet in Moran star system of the Kree Empire. It's being taken over by pirates, we got to liberate it for 10 million credits. But, depending on the circumstances, this might turn into humanitarian work."

Adam spoke in praise, "Marvelous choice—Mister President! To be happy to help those souls-"

"You ain't getting that computer, boy. Don't try,"

Adam shut his mouth and took a seat. He would reevaluate his choice of words to see where he went wrong this time in negotiating.

"Are we going to fight a whole planet's invasion? It's just 100 of us," Yondu asked him.

"We won't be going alone. I will be taking a few other Ravagers clans with us. So don't worry." He assured him.

Hearing this, Yondu calmed down this time. A level 4 job was doable even when he was the boss... with some help.

...

Freedom One arrived on the planet called Actra II. It was a moon that looked like a planet due to development. The space around it was covered with thousands of ships, some for auction and some belonging to visitors. There was one particular one that was bigger than a city.

"How many people do you think man that ship?" He wondered.

Yondu was also in awe, "Don't know, probably takes a big army."

"WOOF!" ~So much space to run around and chase people... bite asses...~ Moony's dreams were a bit strange these days.

*BEEP BEEP* "Dock it on counter 4 of hanger 20!"

As soon as they got the clearance to enter, they docked the ship and moved to the moon on a smaller transporter. When they stepped foot on the land, it felt hard and sandy, it was mostly dark. The buildings around them were also painted black, only lights from small windows made them feel it was a city.

"I'm going to look around," Logan went another way. Yondu, Peter, Moony and Adam followed him. The rest of the crew was to restock the ship.

Hector went directly to the Auction field. There were thousands of aliens around, talking to others. They all had datapads in their hands, watching different ships.

Soon enough, a representative came to them, "Buying or selling?"

"Buying," Yondu blurted.

The man handed the datapad to check all the products. The interface was clear, ships were divided into categories. Each product had an option to contact the seller and make an offer to end the deal before the auction.

Hector and Adam looked at it carefully, comparing prices and capabilities. Their condition was also a major thing. After an hour of surfing on the datapad, they clicked on one model.

"This looks like the right size and has speed. The price is 2 million, let's try it at 1.5 and buy 10 of these ships. It will cost us 15 million out of the remaining 55 million from previous jobs." He muttered while clicking on the option to meet the seller and negotiate.

"Palace of the Dark Moon, terrace." the reply came, giving an address.

"Let's go, everyone." he brought his companions to the hotel as asked. He had a meeting with Ravagers, so he didn't want to take too long here.

"I am the buyer, I want to negotiate the price," he told the receptionist. But as he said that, he noticed a hint of fear in the receptionist's voice.

"P-Please go that way,"

~Strange,~ He did just that and climbed the stairs to reach the top. Then, there, at the gate, a guard stood, tall like hulk. "Follow, only you."

Hector looked back, "You all go and eat something. I'll be back in a minute,"

"WOOF!"

~Moony said he wants a meat patty,~ Hector translated.

"I want ice cream," Peter added.

Yondu and Adam didn't waste any time and left happily with the other two. It was a pretty luxurious place, after all, a lot to see and enjoy.

After that, Hector followed the giant alien onto the terrace. He looked left and right, there were just armoured soldiers standing, with weapons. There was no leisure activity happening.

He tried to make small talk and find some things out, "You guys seem like an army of something. What do you folks do to possess such big warships?"

But dead silence was received. The alien just kept walking, ignoring all those around him, giving salutes.

"My liege, I have brought him," the giant alien kneeled.

However, Hector's heart was beating faster than a race car at that moment, not in fear, but in excitement, ~Is that? W-Why the fuck is here? This is supposed to be my origin story! Big guys don't show up at this stage.~

A few metres from Hector, there stood a tall purple alien, a bit taller than him. He donned beautiful golden armour, there were no weapons, however. Even without that, the man was radiating an aura of death. The aura of strength. The aura of a peak power in the universe.

As the alien turned around to face his guest, Hector couldn't help but blurt in utter shock, "MOTHER FU... THANOS?!"

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