[Author note: Hi just to let everyone know that I have change chapter 2 a bit because I made a mistake of the main marvel universe time after 2015 secret wars Steve Rogers is still old and Sam Wilson who is falcon took the title of captain America. So yeah big, my bad. Anyways enjoy the chapter.]
The Oozaru
Not just any Oozaru like the ones the Saiyan race use that form, had once been their key to galactic conquest, the very power they had used to lay waste to planets under Frieza's rule.
This was his Oozaru.
No, this was Z Broly's Oozaru.
The embodiment of the Legendary Super Saiyan's dormant wrath, buried deep within him.
In Dragon Ball Super: Broly, Broly was able to tap into the power of an Oozaru without physically transforming, maintaining his humanoid form while wielding its immense strength. This alone allowed him to effortlessly ragdoll Super Saiyan God Goku and continue fighting even as Goku escalated to Super Saiyan Blue, his power growing exponentially throughout the battle.
Later, after witnessing his father's death while still in his Ikari state, Broly transformed into a Super Saiyan for the first time. However, this wasn't an ordinary transformation it was essentially a pseudo-Golden Great Ape form, a fusion of Oozaru's primal might and Super Saiyan's explosive power. Similar to how Goku and Vegeta achieved Super Saiyan 4 in Dragon Ball GT, but with key differences.
The sheer leap in strength forced Goku and Vegeta to abandon their individual efforts, ultimately fusing into Gogeta to finally overpower him at Super Saiyan Blue. Yet, despite his raw potential, Super Broly had one fatal flaw is he couldn't control his power.
His transformations were purely instinct-driven, making him an unstoppable force of destruction fueled by rage and sorrow.
This is where the fundamental difference lies between Z Broly and Super Broly. While they may look nearly identical, their abilities, character arcs, and power mechanics are vastly different.
Z Broly's power level at birth was an astonishing 10,000 completely eclipsing Super Broly's recorded 920. Even more terrifying was the fact that Z Broly never trained a day in his life, yet he was able to dominate the Z Fighters at Cell Saga levels of strength without showing signs of fatigue, energy depletion, or even taking noticeable damage. His power and stamina were seemingly limitless.
The true distinction between them is control. Super Broly was a victim of his own overwhelming power, losing himself to instinct despite years of survival and training. His transformations consumed him, turning him into an unchained force of destruction with no sense of direction.
In contrast Z Broly was never a victim but a conqueror.
Even as his power surged beyond comprehension, he wielded it like it was nothing. He didn't lose control he embraced it. He reduced entire planets to dust as a kid, not out of blind rage, but because he enjoyed it.
This is why Aeternus desires Z Broly's peak Saiyan power. He sees the untapped potential of a warrior who, despite never facing a serious challenge, was already among the strongest..
If Z Broly had been forced to grow through true battle, his strength would have been beyond anything the universe had ever witnessed. And that is exactly the power Aeternus seeks to claim for himself.
Once he trains the power of z broly that already has good control to his lssj while try to combine the primal power of an Oozaru , There's a chance he can surpass Earth's strongest heroes in a year or two with full mastery of the Legendary Super Saiyan power with his other powers.
Aeternus stood firm as the monstrous gaze bore into him, unyielding before the green titan that dwelled within his very essence.
Aeternus strode forward, his crimson eyes locked onto the emerald titan red eyes.
The colossal Oozaru, its form pulsing with uncontained fury, let out a deafening roar as a green Aura envelope it.
The sheer force of its voice sent shockwaves rippling through the endless void, shaking Aeternus to his core.
Then, without warning, the beast lunged.
A massive fist blured, glowing with crackling green energy, hurtled toward him.
The sheer pressure of the blow distorted, even if it's his inner domain, the punch created a vacuum so intense that the space behind the fist cracked like glass inside.
He hovered back, narrowing his eyes at the Legendary Oozaru, an enormous, primal green hair titan of destruction turned back looking at Aeternus.
"Why is it attacking me? This power belongs to me now… doesn't it?"
He knows that the great ape is very different to other transformations to control and need to find a way to tame it, until he thought of something.
"Wait a minute my armor is indestructible. I would be able to tank these attacks like how i did against black bolt whisper."
His mind raced of how the god of reincarnation telling him about the armor he's wearing is indestructible which doesn't get damaged and is bound to his soul.
With newfound confidence, he straightened up, puffing his chest as if daring the beast to strike him again.
"Alright, you green giant, hit me with your best shot."
Aeternus Vortigern mocked it and the Legendary Oozaru rushed forward.
Narrator:
Aeternus had yet to face an opponent on his level. Until now, nothing challenged his durability. His armor is absolute. No force could break it. No attack could breach it when it was forged by the god of reincarnation.
But for the first time, he faced something fundamentally different.
When he sought to tap into the dormant strength of the Oozaru, he expected a simple tenfold increase. That was the rule, the natural order of Saiyan transformations.
He was wrong.
Because this was no ordinary Great Ape.
A Saiyan's Oozaru form granted a standard tenfold boost in power that was common knowledge. But Aeternus had unknowingly triggered something else entirely.
When he wish to have z broly full power in his peak from the second movie. Aeternus didn't specifically say which peak, so the god of reincarnation just give him z broly full power.
Which means his current power wasn't in a level of z broly base. He was in his Legendary Super Saiyan state.
And the Great Ape transformation didn't just stack on top it fused with it, multiplying exponentially.
Instead of a mere ten times increase, he had birthed something monstrous.
A Legendary Golden Oozaru.
A being not ten times stronger in base… but a thousand times stronger than Aeternus lssj state through combination of Oozaru and Legendary Super Saiyan.
But Aeternus overconfidence didn't stop there, as the Legendary Oozaru is close to him with incredible speeds, he didn't move thinking his armor will protect him.
"Once i control the Oozaru power i wonder if I can combine it with lssj3 to make a ne-"
*BOOM!*
Before he gets to speak more, his body gets slammed by the gigantic fist and sent skidding backward, the impact reverberating through his entire being hit the groun of the void.
It's true that his armor is indestructible, forged to withstand the most devastating attacks never get damage. But no armor could nullify the laws of physics. The sheer kinetic force behind the Oozaru's blows wasn't just something he could brush off.
His body healed instantly thanks to Ultimate Kars regenaration, yet the pain lingered not from the damage, but from the sheer rawness of the attack.
okay..." Aeternus muttered to himself as he stands up his regenaration heals his body. "Maybe I deserved that.
Who am I kidding? Thinking my indestructible armor would protect me from everything. What was I, Superman for a second?"
While Aeternus started to hate himself for being too confident, the Legendary golden Oozaru lunch another attack clawed swipe, faster than before.
"Seriously?" he groaned, dodging again. "This thing is like a rage-fueled bulldozer with a vendetta."
The beast roars and unleashed multiple attacks trying to hit him.
Aeternus keeps dodging barrage of attacks from the Legendary golden Oozaru,
His annoyance turned into rage. "Alright, enough of this."
Aeternus brought his left fist back reinforced it with ki and threw a punch to meet the massive fist of the Oozaru.
Big mistake.
BOOM!
The collision sent shockwaves throughout the void, and Aeternus felt an explosion of crimson blood burst out from his left armored gauntlet.
Even though he was in his inner domain, no less the pain was real. It was like getting hit with a wrecking ball and hurts like a son of a bitch.
His left arm went limp, how a person arm became a noodle at the gym and the Legendary Green Oozaru wasn't the kind of opponent to let a free shot go to waste.
The punch landed with all the grace of a meteor strike. The void around Aeternus didn't just shake it shattered like a cheap mirror at a rave.
And then… the weird part happened.
Aeternus felt an unsettling yank, like his mind and soul got caught on a fishing hook .
Before he could curse whatever it give him this strange feeling in a millie second, he was yeeted through the broken space, crashing into a whole new setting with enough force to make the ground file a noise complaint.
He groaned, brushing dust off his indestructible armor. As his vision cleared, he looked around very confused until further inspection.
Jagged stone. Blood-red sky. An atmosphere of dread that screamed "you're about to get your ass kicked again."
"…Hold up. Isn't this Planet Vegeta? Like, from the movie where it got destroyed by frieza?"
He stood slowly, his healing factor working overtime. "Did that damn green giant ape punch me so hard, I got isekai'd into my own memories of dragon ball series when im still meditating?!"
And just as he had the audacity to think, maybe, this is some kind of joke.
He heard a low growl from above.
He looked up.
"Oh come on…"
The Legendary Golden Oozaru was descending like an angry green meteor… again… smirking like it knew this was personal now.
"YOU SON OF A B—"
BOOM!
Meanwhile his actual body sitting on the throne hasn't move is still meditating, but still fighting the Oozaru within as his giant empire is .
(Location: Earth)
It has been 2 week since the heroes, shield and government help the people around the world to save and fix some old buildings that have collapsed from Aeternus arrival.
Some companies like Roxone, stark industry and parker industries had help and got alot people's recognition for their support.
Inside the Baxter Building, a tense meeting was taking place. Spider-Man, Iron Man, Hawkeye, Captain America, Thor (Jane Foster), Black Widow, Doctor Strange, Deadpool, Luke Cage, Iron Fist, and what's left of the X-Men seated around a large conference table were discussing the mysterious figure, Aeternus Vortigern, who had affected the Earth simply by his arrival.
"So this tall guy in black armor, name Aeternus Vortigern the God Emperor he's from another reality?" Hawkeye asked, watching a recording of news story showing Aeternus in New York, standing tall and imposing. People in the city had recorded him 2 week ago.
Iron Man leaned back in his chair, taping the table. "It's the best we've got for now. But let's be clear there are still a lot of unknowns. His powers are god-like, and his origins are barely clear. But watching his conversation with Nick Fury on the Moon after he humiliate the inhumans, things only got more unsettling."
Steve Rogers, still in his older body, nodded grimly. "He even told Fury on the Moon that he couldn't save his Earth or what he calls it in his reality Terra from the Necrons. Because of an Alien race ... called Tyranids and how he described them was very serious."
Old Man Logan cracked open another beer, leaning back in his chair and take a sip. "From what I heard. His reality makes my world look like a Disney flick. At least in my world, you could still tell who the enemy was."
Deadpool the crazy mercenary who is part of the meeting was fiddling with a Rubik's Cube, glancing up at old man Logan and speaks of his thoughts.
"Y'know, Logan, I always thought your world was the grand prize in the Trauma Olympics of villains winning, heroes six feet under, and that whole inbred Hulk hillbilly thing? Gross.
But after hearing Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Brooding-Aeternus talk to fury buddy about Tyranids? Buddy. That's a new kind of nightmare fuel.
These bug bastards adapt faster than my jokes bomb at church, and they eat everything. Metals, life on planets, and evem each other! Like they are a literal buffet of biological horror.
He even said that it wasn't so bad because they have build many biological bombs to it will only take a hundred years to adapt to each weapon. until their queen ate Galactus' corpse.
You heard me right, because freaking Galactus munched a planet infected with some cosmic parasite draining dry, and then she ate him. So now she's juiced up on some kind of 'cosmic Supreme' combo meal and decided to make Aeternus' whole universe her personal all-you-can-devour warzone.
Dude said it got so bad he couldn't even save humanity before the zombie robots rolled in like, 'Hey, mind if we finish the extinction party?'
So yeah, Logan. Compared to that? Your apocalyptic sandbox looks like freakin' Sesame Street."
After Deadpool speaks of how he thinks about Aeternus talk of the Tyranids, Maria Hill wasn't going to believe Aeternus words that easily after an exhausting and stressful mission that happened the world last week. Because many people in different countries lost their lives and some get crippled from the fall.
"How do we even know that he's telling the truth and not some storytelling from space."
Reed Richards and Doctor Strange shared a glance quiet, tired, but knowing. Reed stretched his arm into the adjacent room and returned holding a scorched, half-intact drone head. Its surface was dented and weathered by time, one lens cracked, the other faintly flickering with residual power.
The room fell into silence as the heroes leaned in.
"We thought the same thing," Reed said quietly. "That he might be lying. So while assisting global recovery efforts, I kept running passive scans for any unique multiversal signatures that could match his so-called 'home reality.'"
Strange picked up the explanation. "And a few nights ago, Reed's system picked up something—a faint signal. Buried, but persistent. I tried sensing it through the arcane plane and felt… something. Like a sealed pocket in a empty space. A void. Hidden, but not empty."
"So we opened a controlled portal and brought back what was giving off the signal." Reed placed a hand on the drone head. "This. It's definitely one of Baxter drones, but… it's old damaged nd the tech inside it is both familiar and advanced like something from a future that never came to pass."
Strange added solemnly, "When Reed connected it to the baxter systems… it played a recording. We haven't fully deciphered it, but what we saw was horrifying."
Reed pushes a button on the main screen, a cracked timestamp flickered:
"~1003 Standard Terra Cycle - Archive Drone 72-BX // Observation Log".
The heroes sit silently as they watched the screen.
The footage began with static and shaky cam. The world on screen looked scorched, cities reduced to rubble and smog, robots firing green blasts as screams echoed.
Massive space arks hover above as dropships descend in waves. People flood the ruined streets men, women, and children guided by towering figures in hulking power armor, the Space Marines. Some carry wounded civilians. Others shout orders, bolters firing at enemies offscreen.
A squad holds a broken checkpoint. One marine turns, yelling to the other group
> "Fall back! Get people to the ark—hold the line brothers!
The group fall back while continuing firing at the machines shooting green energy, a person was hit by it and that person entire body is being evaporated.
Other space marines use grenade launchers at the marching necrons, it immobilized them as a mech 10 meters tall is carrying minigun and starts shooting at the Necrons with great accuracy.
The plasma bullets are destroying a big portion of the marching necrons army, one by one their mechanical bodies are destroyed and some that are stronger and durable than normal ones. Parts of their bodies are destroyed beyond repair and looks like they getting the upper hand...However.
> *BOOM*
A explosion so loud that the audio was static, the drone camera zooms in to see some ruined buildings being destroyed. As a group of necrons resembles the heroes of earth.
Hawkeye, hulk, Captain America, ant man, Thor, black widow, black panther, vision, Falcon, and captain marvel.
The heroes were completely stunned to see a group of necrons look exaclty like them, wonderful if the Necrons they're seeing are actually the heroes that were killed and their bodies used by them.
>"Release the shield and focus your attack on them!"
A force feild was slowly forming and the space marines start putting their attention and attacks on the green mechanical monstrosities that are throwing their own attacks at them. the footage end when the drone got hit by necron throwing Captain America's sheild at it when the force feild nearly formed.
The room fell silent for a moment. Everyone was still uneasy, their minds replaying the video of people running away and those space marines defending them from the Necron army and what's more unsettling was a group of it look like the heroes.
Reed breaks the silence. "I checked that if this was fabricated footage and everything we saw from it wasn't fake, Strange also checked if it was magic involved but he told me that footage wasn't tempered at all and what Aeternus told us was true."
Thor (jane foster) speaks.
"Our counter parts from that reality were used to be those necrons weapons to harm innocent people."
The heroes can't even get words out of their mouths after watching a recording about Aeternus Vortigern reality.
But in reality that the recording of Aeternus "reality" was actually made up and looks so real, because a certain powerful someone that the marvel universe doesn't know created for Aeternus lie to be believable by making a drone with that fabricated footage.
.....
(Location: Planet Virell-9)
The twin suns of Virell-9 glinted off the scaffolded hulls of unfinished warships, their metallic skin gleaming like the bones of dying beasts. The canyon below roared with noise—buzzing fusion cutters, the clanking of plasma coils, and the bark of clipped, harsh orders that bounced off the stone like gunfire. It was no longer chaos; it was routine. A grim, practiced symphony of forced labor.
The Tethari worked in silence.
They hauled shimmering alloys and bio-crystal panels tools of their own once-great civilization, now reassembled into weapons and ships under constant surveillance. Massive tanks were being constructed too, sleek and alien, adorned with symbols not of their own making.
Skrull enforcers stood above them on platforms and towers, weapons in hand, eyes never blinking watching them like vultures on rusted perches, always ready to strike.
Then… the sky ripped.
A low, guttural distortion spread across the atmosphere, like the groan of an ancient god waking from slumber. The clouds twisted, parting for a sudden, titanic structure that bled into view from nothingness. It shimmered, massive and arcane, hanging silently in the air like judgment itself.
Inside one of the larger towers overlooking the site, a figure in black-and-gold armor rose from his chair. His face hard and scarred, looked up at the anomaly through narrowed eyes.
"Tch."
He clicked his tongue, displeased.
"What are your orders General Vor'Lek."
Said one of the group of skrulls next to the one with black and gold armor.
"Send a squad to investigate. I want eyes on that thing now and bring him along," the one with black and gold armor called general Vor'Lek ordered, his voice like gravel in fire. "If there's a fight to be had, that boy needs to learn where he stands."
Several soldiers saluted and immediately launched into the sky, streaks of green trailing behind their boots.
Vor'Lek didn't watch them leave. His eyes were fixed on the structure. Whoever had arrived it was not by accident.
....
(Unknown POV)
I stood at the edge of one of the upper walkways, eyes drifting across the construction yard. My name is Kelrith. I'm seventeen. Just an engineer.
And I don't belong here.
Around me, four other Skrulls stood silently, armed with rifles, their uniforms sharp and unwrinkled too clean for a battlefield, too proud for a lie. A few Super Skrulls paced behind us, their bodies still have residual powers scavenged during our failed invasion of Earth. Some bore flickers of human flame or stretched arms they didn't own.
And then… there were the Tethari.
I watched them carry heavy fusion rods and energy cores, some with their frail bodies, others using flickers of shimmering telekinesis. Their limbs shook, knees buckling under the weight, skin glistening unnaturally from the heat.
Then came a cry, a shrill, pained howl that cut through the humid air.
"Raaahhh!"
My head snapped toward the sound. A Tethari man, tall and blue-skinned with ridged crystal formations down his back, had collapsed. He twitched violently in the dust, his telekinesis flickering like a failing light. Above him stood an enforcer, baton crackling with electricity.
"Back to work," the soldier barked, "or the next one gets double!"
The enforcer didn't wait for a response. He kicked the Tethari in the side and walked away, already looking for his next victim.
I clenched the railing in front of me, my fingers digging into the metal rod.
I wasn't raised for this.
I was raised on plasma schematics and thermal converters, on ship diagnostics and quiet lectures in labs. I fix machines. I build things meant to help people not enslave them.
I stared out at the Tethari, their skin faintly glowing in the sun a biological reaction to heat, or so I'd read. They weren't warriors. They were builders, artists, philosophers.
And now… just shadows of their intelligent selves.
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Six Months Ago
We arrived on Virell-9 barely alive. Our ships were falling apart patched together with emergency welds and leftover debris. Fuel was so scarce that captains wept just to make it through the jump. The Skrull Empire had fractured after the Cosmic Restoration, some cataclysm we still don't understand. Entire fleets vanished. Entire cities were erased.
The Kree were in chaos. The Shi'ar withdrew to protect their core worlds. And us?
We were starving.
When the Tethari greeted us, they didn't raise weapons. They raised hands.
They gave us shelter. Shared food. Translated their language for us. Opened their bio-crystalline libraries to our scientists. I remember their children singing in the streets, voices layered with harmonic resonance. Even some of our commanders cried when they heard it.
I did too.
For a moment, we believed peace was possible. A new alliance. A way to rebuild without blood.
But then… he arrived.
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Vor'Lek's Rise
General Vor'Lek.
My uncle.
He had survived every war he'd ever fought, including the bloodbath on Xorr-Prime and the siege of the Kree Dyson Gates. To him, they are weak and an opportunity for our people to survive.
"They offer peace," he said, voice like cold steel, "because they know we are weakened."
He stood before the disbanded council like a king returned for the throne. "We will take this world. We will rebuild. The Skrull Empire will rise again."
And just like that, everything we were giveneverything they offered was taken by force.
Some of us objected, Engineers, scientists Medics and young warriors with enough heart to speak up.
But the choice had already been made.
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Within one week, the bombs fell. Bio-crystal towers shattered. Tethari cities plummeted from the skies, crashing in flames across the canyon floor. Floating monorails turned to shrapnel. Their defenses were minimal meant to protect, not destroy.
They tried to negotiate a peace treaty.
They sent envoys under white flags. One of them, a woman with iridescent skin and eyes like starlight, tried to speak to Vor'Lek personally.
She died before we could listen.
The Tethari king, along with his family, was executed in public. Vor'Lek called it a message. He claimed leadership over the planet that day, standing of the tower
And now, they build weapons they'll never use. They build our future while their own is erased day by day.
Vor'Lek calls it victory, every time i try to reason with him. He looks at me as a disgrace.
I'm his nephew. The only son of his sister my mother. the woman he trained personally, the one warrior he ever admitted was his equal. She died fighting the Kree before our empire crumbled. She died a hero .
He says I shame her memory by refusing to join the military just to ne an engineer.
He says I've ruined her legacy by choosing schematics over carrying a weapon.
He never calls me family. Only "boy and Kelrith." An embarrassment. A weakness in his Skrull blood.
But deep down… I wonder if she would've understood, i wonder if she would've looked at this canyon full of broken souls and wept.
And I wonder… if it's not too late to do something about it.
"Stop looking at the slaves and focus on the mission, Kelrith."
A firm hand clamped down on my shoulder. I turned slightly as one of the armed Skrulls in our squad, face obscured behind a green-tinted visor, stared at me with a warning in his tone. He wasn't being cruel, just... numb. Like so many others.
I gave a stiff nod and forced myself to look away from the suffering below. The cries, the heat, the Tethari collapsing under weight not meant for them it all vanished from my sight, but not from my mind.
We marched in silence toward the sleek obsidian ship waiting for us on the edge of the platform. Its hull shimmered faintly with shield auras, ready to launch. I boarded with the others four armored Skrulls and two Super Skrulls, each brimming with raw, unstable power stolen from Earth's defenders. Even in the cramped ship, they seemed larger than life, radiating menace like heat from an engine.
The ramp sealed behind us with a hiss, and the engines roared to life, propelling us skyward.
…
As we climbed into the upper atmosphere, the object came into view—and for a moment, I forgot to breathe.
It wasn't a ship. It wasn't even a city.
It was a realm.
Massive, golden towers stretched upward like the fingers of gods, shimmering in the dim light of Virell-9's twin suns. Arched bridges spanned impossibly wide chasms, linking whole towns suspended in the sky and radiant rivers snaked through the air like veins of starlight. The whole landscape serene yet overwhelming like this is paradise.
"What… is this place?" I muttered aloud, eyes wide. "Why would something this beautiful be her?"
*BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.*
A sharp, mechanical alarm snapped me out of my trance. Red runes flashed across the console in front of me.
"Picking something up," I said, leaning forward and rapidly typing commands into the ship's computer.
The holographic screen flickered to life, displaying a pulsing energy signature—massive, wild, and utterly foreign. It was like staring into the heart of a star wrapped in a hurricane.
"Whatever's down there…" I paused, scanning the waveforms. "It's off the charts. Maybe it's the source of this massive place to float."
One of the Super Skrulls leaned in beside me, his eyes narrowing. "Show us the source now."
I complied, fingers flying across the interface. The display zoomed in, pinpointing a singular location to the heart of this floating land mass. A golden palace surrounded by Crystal clear water.
The ship landed with a soft thrum, its descent cushioned by invisible force fields. As the ramp lowered, golden light spilled into the cabin, almost blinding in its intensity.
We stepped out into something that felt unreal.
The palace loomed before us—no, encompassed us.
The entrance hall alone was vast enough to hold an entire Skrull battleship. The air hummed with a strange, sacred energy, thick with the scent of ozone and something older… something ancient.
"incredible." one of the soldiers muttered, eyes darting between the structures.
Statues lined the corridor we walked through of massive figures cast in shimmering gold, their armor bulky and ornate with a sigil on their chest.
Each one stood with weapons in hand, gazing down at us. They looked like guardians of a forgotten age, their presence oppressive and awe-inspiring.
"Who built these?" one of the soldiers whispered.
No one answered—at least not immediately. A few seconds passed before I spoke up, my voice low.
"I don't know… but this place gives me a bad feeling. We should head back to base and request some back—"
"No."
One of the Super Skrulls cut me off sharply.
"We're not retreating just because your gut's acting up. We're here to locate that massive energy reading. And besides General Vor'Lek said this mission would be a good chance for you to gain some real experience, in case things go south."
He shoved past me with his metal-clad arm, the force enough to knock me slightly off balance. I caught myself before I hit the floor, glaring at his back as he walked on without another word.
I clicked my tongue in frustration. Everyone always jumped to follow my uncle's orders, especially when those orders had me doing things that doesn't involve with my status as a engineer and technology.
No matter how hard I worked to prove my value with technology engineering, with things that actually mattered I was still treated like some weakling that needed to learn the way of battle.
So we continue on walking through the hallway for a minute, until the radar i was holding is beeping rapidly we reached where it's coming from.
Then, without warning, it reached its peak.
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.
"This is it," I said. "It's just ahead."
We stepped through a towering archway into a colossal throne chamber. The ceiling stretched into shadow, and golden pillars lined the sides like the ribs of some ancient, sleeping beast. And at the center—raised above a broad staircase—was the throne.
And the figure on it.
He was tall, clad in angular black armor that shimmered faintly with ancient energy. His long blue hair hung down past his pauldrons, unmoving. He sat as still as a statue, not a breath, twitch, or flicker of life to be seen. His hands rested on the arms of the throne in a stiff, almost lifeless posture.
Embedded into the golden floor before him was a massive sword—crimson-pink energy pulsing from its core, casting an eerie glow across the chamber.
The radar in my hand went haywire.
"That's it," I muttered. "The signal—it's the sword. That's where all the energy's coming from."
The soldiers around me raised their weapons, stepping into a cautious formation. The Super Skrulls moved slower, eyes locked on the throne.
"Is… is he even alive?" one of the soldiers asked.
"He hasn't moved at all," another replied. "Not even a twitch."
"Look at his body," said one of the Super Skrulls, narrowing his eyes. "That doesn't look like someone meditating. He's too… rigid. Too still."
"Like he's frozen," someone whispered. "Or dead."
"Or maybe he's part of the throne," another said with a hint of unease. "Fused into it somehow…"
A chill ran down my spine. The figure gave off no heat, no sound—nothing but the aura around that weapon. It didn't feel like power waiting to be unleashed… it felt like power left behind.
"Do we approach?" asked one of the Skrulls.
The lead Super Skrull stepped forward, eyes narrowing at the sword.
So we decided to get closer and it hasn't move, the super Skrulls observed this tall figure black armor.
While the soldiers maintained a loose perimeter, a few of us stepped in closer to observe the mysterious figure and the radiant weapon. One of the Skrull soldiers activated a communicator, his voice low and urgent.
"This is Recon Unit Twelve we've found something… major. Unknown structure, massive energy readings from the sword. Transmitting visuals now. Get this to General Vor'Lek, now."
As he relayed the intel, two of the Super Skrulls approached the embedded sword, its energy pulsing steadily like a heartbeat.
"Alright, let's see what this thing's made of," one muttered, planting his feet beside it.
The other grinned. "If this is tech, maybe we can bring it back as a prize."
They both gripped the hilt. With a synchronized heave, they pulled—but nothing happened. The blade didn't even tremble.
"Tch… it's like it's fused to the floor."
"Or doesn't want to move," I said, kneeling nearby as my scanner finished compiling the energy readouts. "This thing is ancient—like, predates any technology I've seen. It's not mechanical. It's something else."
As I studied the readings, one of the Super Skrulls—the cocky one—stepped around the sword, eyeing the seated figure. His gaze lingered on the smooth, otherworldly black armor.
"Huh," he mused. "This design… actually kinda nice. Looks expensive."
He reached out slowly, fingers nearly brushing the helmet—
CLANK.
A giant gauntlet, black as the void and twice as cold, snapped around his face with incredible speed.
"HHMMPHH!!"
I turned around to see what has happened,
the soldiers raised their weapons.
The armored figure stood, rising from the throne with a sound like grinding metal and waking storms. Towering over everyone, three meters tall, his red eyes ignited like twin burning suns.
Every Skrull froze.
The Super Skrull trembled as the being held his entire head in one hand, slightly squeeze it's hand on his head
The armored figure look at the super Skrull that was about to touch its helmet, it's voice calm, but layered with immeasurable pressure.
"You interrupted my meditation,… by reaching for my helmet? How about I rip your head off for doing that."
End
[Author note: Hey everyone, sorry for the late update, I was kinda lazy to write because of work and I doing some research what was the Skrulls situation from the aftermath of secret wars 2015. Couldn't find anything related to it so I decided to make a made up alien race and planet while making some original Skrull characters with small background.
Anyways sorry about that late update and please leave a comment of any mistakes]