Marvel: Mr. President

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"Mister President? President of what?" Yondu asked back confusedly.

"Of this ship, of course. You are all my subordinates and people. You will work for me, in return, I will take care of you all." Hector proposed a fairly simple offer.

"Do we get paid?" a crew member asked.

Hector shrugged, "Of course, why else would you work for me? Even I get paid a fixed salary. All the extra money we make will be used to expand our operations and bring Freedom and Justice to those who need it."

"Is that some special plant, Mister President?" Another crew member asked.

"What? You don't know what that is? It's not a tangible object, son. It's an idea. The idea of being free, the idea of living in a just world. The idea of being happy. I will bring that to all of us and those who need it. Now, where is your main ship?" he took the command and started ordering people around.

Yondu was dissatisfied, however. But he was confused about what to think at the same time. ~Is my ship taken from me? But... I'm still the captain.~

There was also the little boy, Hector knew who he was but still asked, "What's your name, son?"

"I'm Peter Quill, Mr President." The boy answered. He felt no fear at the moment because Hector was here and he was a nerd about him.

"Well, Peter Quill, do you want to go back to Earth again? We are currently in space, all these are aliens, there are vast empires outside, planets, megacity planets. I am going to see all those." Hector asked him.

Peter stayed silent, his face falling as soon as he remembered the event before he was abducted, "I... My mom died of Cancer. I only had her as a parent."

Moony came to comfort him. He put his paw on Peter's head, "Woof!"

"Moony says you should stay. Son, I can not bring back people who have passed away. Do you know why I left Earth? That's because there is nothing to do there anymore. I want to see the Universe and learn new things. Maybe you can find a purpose in your life out here too." He was indirectly telling him to stay in Space and there was nothing back on Earth for him.

Peter sighed and looked at Moony. "I... I think I will stay. But... will I never go back to Earth again?"

Hector ruffled his hair, "Son, I will go to Earth again later. You can come along when that happens. Once you are old, you can even go on your own. So, it's time for you to focus on yourself, get stronger and smarter."

The crew got to work and took the small aircraft to the main ship. It was in the orbit of Earth, using technology to shroud itself from Earth's sensors.

When Hector saw the thing for the first time, he grinned. It was huge but ugly. "Hmm, this boy needs a good paint job. Maybe blue, red and white will mix nicely. What's its name?"

"Eclector," Yondu grunted in a reply.

Hector rubbed his chin while they docked with the larger mother ship. "Hmm, I hate this name. It's like the name of a motorbike or some fish. No, from now on, this ship will be known as Freedom One. Don't fret about it, I will one day get a bigger ship and you can take this back and name it whatever you want. Now, tell me how do I make money?"

Yondu was shocked that the man who was supposed to be his boss now didn't even know this, "We are thieves, smugglers, criminals, bandits, mercenaries, bounty hunters and pirates. We make money from all things illegal."

"Put a cap on that, boy. We are good law-abiding folks now. We will still be doing these crimes but only against criminals. How much does a cargo ship cost? I am going to open a cargo transportation company for the Universe." Hector asked. He needed money to get influence in the space, not everything could be solved with his fist. Plus, gold and the dollar didn't matter in space. If it was vibranium, however, then it would have been different.

"How will we make money then?" Kraglin Obfonteri, the First Mate of the ship asked.

He countered with another question, "Son, you all look dirty poor to me anyway. You are not doing great with your current business model. Tell me, won't you love to be adored and loved by the Universe, be respected and still make a lot of money?"

"Hah, respect in our line of business? Most of us are wanted folks by Nova Corps. There is no right way," Yondu scoffed.

Logan grunted just then, "Urgh... take your discussion somewhere else. I need a drink, you got something?"

"Show him your bar, and bring me four translator machines. Also, bring me some tasty meat. Moony is hungry. Yondu, you come with me. I am going to need an update on a few things."

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In the private captain's cabin. Hector poured Yondu a nice drink. He introduced himself in a better way this time. "Don't worry, my aim is not to take over your group forever. Anyway, do you have a list of all the jobs that are currently open?"

Yondu nodded and showed him a datapad. "Since you are a Terran, you probably don't know anything about space civilisation, especially the dark side of it. You call yourself the boss, that won't make you one. It is still me, who knows things around here."

Hector felt a bit of uneasiness in Yondu's voice, "That's why you're the captain. I am the boss, I take care of the decision and money-making, you run the clan meanwhile. Alright, what am I looking at? What are the four tabs?"

"This is the Ravagers Interface System. It's the backbone of the Ravagers. All the jobs listed here are open for any clan to take. We can also take jobs from outside, but we must negotiate it on our own and any liabilities will be handled by the clan. Meanwhile, if anything goes wrong in the jobs listed here, such as the employer giving wrong information and denying payment, at that the whole Ravagers syndicate will press on the employer, even kill him if he doesn't budge." Yondu explained the system.

Hector nodded while fiddling with the datapad. This made much sense, after all, what else was the reason for the syndicate to exist. Each clan was an independent entity, but the syndicate provided safe backing for taking up jobs and much more. Such as trading with each other, asking for backup and stuff.

"Who enters the jobs in the database?" He inquired.

Yondu explained, "I am one of the Captains of the hundred clans of Ravagers. We mainly work in Andromeda Galaxy but go wherever the employer wants. Since the Skrull Empire and Kree Empire are still at war, there is much money to be made. The Shi'ar Empire is also a great business area. All these three Empires combined make being a captain in Ravagers lucrative.

"Each Captain can take jobs from any Employer, be it a world's government or the Emperor of an Empire himself. He has the option to either take the job as his own or negotiate the deal according to Ravagers' contract and feed it into the system. Each job is evaluated according to difficulty. The gun logo you see beside the name of each job, one is the least difficult, it's some low-level smuggling or someone needs some muscle. Level five means the highest, it can make you so rich that you won't have to work for decades."

Hector quickly clicked on the tab that had level 5 jobs, "Sweet, there are two level five listed jobs."

Yondu quickly warned, "But these jobs are so hard that no single clan takes them as it can wipe out the whole clan. Rather, we do these in big groups, dozens of clans can come together for it.

"These jobs vary from destroying a planet, to stealing something extremely protected or participating in a major war as mercenaries. The last time we did it was 5 years ago when 30 clans came together. That was my last big earner."

"All right then, I need money to start my own space cargo company. We are going to need a nice job for that. Meanwhile, Yondu, you send a few men to find more jobs, they must not be lower than level 3." He ordered.

But then he took a glance at his room. "Son, I'm going to redo a room to act as my office. The room must have a big window with an outside view, then bring me a nice wooden desk. It's going to be my Oval Office in space."

~This old man is senile. He thinks he's still the leader of the faction from Terra.~ "Sure, what else?"

Hector relaxed and checked which job to pick, "Nothing, I will now take a job. You just wait and then go and announce it to others."

Mumbling, he started reading the job descriptions of the two in the level five tab. "The first one is... ugh, I won't do it. Tivan Group of the Collector wants an Asgardian to be abducted and brought to him for his collection. Unacceptable, I am the liberator, not enslaver."

Putting the job in the trash folder, he opened the other one. "Hmm, this seems better. The High Priestess of Sovereign lost her Brother(The golden people in Guardian of Galaxy 2), she found out that he's been enslaved on Sakaar by En Dwi Gast, also known as Grandmaster, the ruler of Sakaar. Her brother is being pushed to fight in the Contest of Champions and is still somehow surviving.

"She wants someone to go to Sakaar and get her brother by helping him escape or taking his place. *Sweet* The pay is 20 Million Units. She sure loves her brother, I hope it's not the Alabama style,"

"What's the Alabama style?" Yondu asked quickly, the price and the job Hector was selecting didn't register in his mind yet.

Chuckling, he answered, "It means incest, son. Brother on sister action, the way of the old kings, keeping the bloodline pure and-"

"Got it, no need to elaborate. I jus... WAIT! No no... you are not selecting that job. It's a rookie mistake to take the highest paying one, it gets you killed." Yondu realised.

*TING TING* [Thank you for selecting the job, we hope to see you on Sovereign for the further signing of the contract. Please hurry, if he dies, there won't be any money.] *TING TING*

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"YOU SELECTED IT?!" Yondu snatched the datapad and tried to cancel the deal. However, there was no option to do that, only the information about further instructions was there.

*Pat* Hector stood up, stretching himself, "Ah, now it's time to get to work. Don't worry too much, boy. Look at me, here, in my eyes, yes. Do you trust me?"

"No," Yondu bluntly answered.

He burst into laughter. Putting his arm around Yondu's shoulder, he made him walk along to the navigation deck, "Haha, good, because blind trust gets you killed. Boy, I will be the one fighting. I have fought all kinds of monsters in my life. I even have a sorcerer in the team, he can help us escape. This is easy money, a twenty-minute adventure, in and out. Think about the money,"

Yondu felt like screaming in frustration, "Every fucker says this before shit goes down." He could only curse his choice until he finds an opportunity to kill Hector and take back the ship in his command, ~Taking the job to kidnap that kid was the worst decision of my life.~

Unknown to him yet, it was the best decision/situation of his life.

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