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Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

You know comics are great when you get to write a scene between a Norse god and a psychic talking cosmonaut dog.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

THOR AND STAR-LORD

IN

GIMME SHELTER

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Thor staggered drunkenly down the streets of Knowhere towards where Peter Quill had pointed him. He said the head science officer was located where the Celestial's cerebral cortex would have been. Thor thought that was kind of on the nose, but that was par for the course for mortals. They did everything just a little too obviously. They always took the easy route, and tended to never think about anything that wasn't five feet in front of them. Of course, if he lived as short of a life as they did, maybe he would do the same. Still, it often frustrated him how little they understood the workings of the Gods.

Like Quill's boss, Yondu. Thor had seen him in the bar, even if Peter hadn't. Thor was sure the pirate leader was chatting to his underling now about the God of Thunder. Yondu couldn't keep his eyes off of him when he was there. Probably wanted to know why Quill was wasting time. Thor only hoped that Quill was smart enough not to leave him here. While he was using the mortal for what Thor could get, he still planned on rewarding Peter with Asgardian treasure in the end. Thor may not have cared for mortals much, but he still rewarded those who served him.

After what felt like an interminable amount of walking, oh how he missed soaring through the air with Mjolnir already, Thor found himself in the front of the Knowhere science center. It was an amorphous building that resembled an outcropping of crystals which formed in the deepest caves of the mountains of Asgard. The starlight that filtered into Knowhere refracted off of the luminescent metals that it was comprised of, making a spectrum of beautiful colors.

He stepped, well more like staggered, through the doors, startling the robot behind the front reception desk. It singular, ocular lens focused in on him, "There's a bar 'round the corner. I think that's what you're looking for, hun."

"I am no Hun, machine," Thor growled at in insolence. "I require the services of your observatory."

"Mhm," the camera-like robot nodded. "Seems like you need a cup of black caf to me. What do you need the observatory for, sir?"

"I need to triangulate the place I am attempting to reach," the god burped.

"You can't do that with your ships navicomputer?"

"No, it must be done with the eye," Thor growled. "A computer cannot read the stars as I can."

"Sure," the robot clearly wasn't impressed. "Well, we've got quite the backlog. Maybe in a few standard days we could-"

"Do you not hear the need in my voice, machine!" Thor raged. "This is of utmost importance! Thou would not understand the pressing need of the-"

<Well it's no wonder no one likes your kind,> a voice echoed loudly into Thor's head. He spun around to find a sight he had never imagined to see.

<Come,> the dog's voice rattled around in Thor's head yet again, <you vill get your time vith the observatory. And zhen you vill leave mine space station.>

Thor followed with confusion as the dog padded down the corridors of the science center. As they walked, Thor saw dozens of labs containing strange experiments he couldn't begin to comprehend. He could have sworn that in a biological testing lab he saw a brain with eyes and a mouth staring back at him.

"You know what I am, dog?" he asked as they continued their journey.

<Da,> the dog barked in the god's head. <Loud. Obnoxious. Thinks he owns zhe place. It is not hard to spot a god, or someone who thinks zhey are one. Especially when you've been in space as long as I have.>

"Careful with your tone, mongrel," Thor seethed.

<Yes,> the psychic voice laughed. <Zhere is the normal point of view of a god. Vhy are you here?>

"My...home was destroyed," Thor responded, realizing that he may have been allowing his frustrations to get the best of him. "I need to triangulate a cache of my people. It should have weapons and gold to allow me to start to find who did that."

<I see,> the dog looked up at him. <You have my sympathies for that, immortal. I know what it is like to not be able to return home.>

"Thou are from Earth?" Thor inquired.

<Da.>

"Are all dogs psychic there now? I have not set foot on Midgard in quite some time," Thor pondered if humanity had been overthrown by sentient canine. He hadn't heard anything about that. Heimdall probably would have told him about something of that nature.

<Nyet,> the dog shook his head. <Merely a cruel cosmic joke zhat made me this way.>

"Who did this to you?"

<Khrushchev,> the dog barked with venom in his voice. <Here we are.>

The two of them entered a large, grand observatory. It nearly took Thor's breath away at its beauty. It was as if he was in space again, the stars surrounding him in totality.

"This is impressive, dog," Thor admitted. "Nearly as impressive as the Allfather's private observatory on Asgard. You mortals truly are fascinating sometimes."

<Da, fascinating,> the dog patted away from Thor. <Not fascinating for your kind to care much, zhough.>

Thor wasn't sure why the dog was so hostile towards him and the thought of gods. They may not have answered every prayer the mortals have, but they did their best. At least Thor thought he did. Though he had to admit he couldn't remember the last time he answered one himself.

"Why do you hate me so, dog?" Thor pondered.

<First, my name is Cosmo,> he replied. <And I do not hate you. I merely have seen what zhe indifference of the powerful can result in for zhe weak. And I tire of it.>

"Understood," Thor nodded. "If I can use the observatory, I will then leave you and your station in peace."

<Do what you wish,> the dog growled as it left the observatory. <That's what you normally do.>

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

A quiet permeated the domed, stone ceilings and walls of the bomb shelter lair were quiet as the frogs sat at the breakfast table. The place had been built by some wealthy San Franciscan during WWII when they were worried about the Japanese coming to the mainland. Apparently they didn't have the same belief in the US military most did at the time. Still, it had been forgotten as time went on, making it a perfect place for them to live. It was outfitted with plenty of furniture, running water, and electricity. Clara had managed to rig it up to allow them some more modern creature comforts of course.

"So are we gonna talk about it?" Bach asked as he watched everyone pushed their breakfast around on their plates. None of them had said a word before that. Hell, they had barely looked at one another since they sat down. It wasn't normal for them. Well, it was mostly normal for Lud, but he didn't talk all that much to begin with. The other three, however, were usually going a mile a minute. Art would be discussing the episode of Star Trek he had watched last night, Clara about the chapters in the book she had read, or Bach about whatever video game he was currently playing through.

But this morning there was nothing.

"Talk about what?" Clara asked, a hint of trepidation in her voice.

"The dream we all had last night," Bach put his fork down and looked at her incredulously. "Dyer. The shadow dog. Giant frog lady? Come on. I know you had it too."

Clara rolled her eyes. Art understood exactly why, of course. Clara was a being of pure rational thought. If something could not be understood and explained by science, it simply could not be. He wasn't sure if it was the way she had been altered in the experiments that created them, or if it was just a natural predisposition to science. But Clara was just too rational to believe they all had the same dream, whether she had it or not.

"Bach come on-"

"I had it," Art interjected before she could shoot the youngest turtle down completely. "Just like you said."

"Me too," Lud nodded. "With the five spheres of light? Saying we were 'chosen' or something?"

Clara's eyes narrowed at her brothers. Art wasn't sure what she was going to say, and neither did she. She seemed to be choosing her words carefully.

"Okay, if this dream was real, and if we all had it, that wouldn't mean anything, would it?" she asked sheepishly.

"You think all of us having the same dream at the same time is meaningless?" Lud asked with a short laugh. "Clara even for you that's a bit too rational."

"Come on, you guys," she shook her head. "There's no such thing as being a chosen one. We're not Harry Potter."

"If we were, I'd totally use that invisibility cloak inappropriately," Bach laughed to himself.

Art knew this was going to spiral out of control. Clara was nothing if not persistent. Lud wasn't much of a talker, but he was as immovable in a conversation as he was in a fight. Bach...well Bach just liked egging people on. If he didn't put a lid on it soon, they'd spend half the day bickering with one another.

"It doesn't matter what the dream was or meant," he interjected himself into the conversation. "What we know is that IDRG is going to keep making more mutants like us. They're building some sort of army. Why? We have no idea, and we need to find out. And we need to save those other mutants."

"You mean the mutant that tried to eat my face last night? Yea. Great plan, Art," Bach groaned.

"Seriously? That's the play, fearless leader?" Clara rolled her eyes.

"Why shouldn't it be?" Mozart was defiant. "We should just sit back and let another one of our kind be used as a weapon by the people who were gonna do the same to us? Last time I checked the whole idea of us sticking around was to make sure IDRG was stopped from doing...whatever the hell they're planning."

"Count me in," Ludwig shrugged. "I remember what they did to us in those cages. If we can stop anyone else from experiencing that it's worth a try. And we might just take those bastards down along the way. I could live with that."

"I go wherever the big guy goes," Bach patted Lud on the shoulder. "Little guy like me needs his muscle around. Besides, if he's not there, I get hit a lot more in the face, and that's no fun."

Clara looked at her brothers with annoyance. She knew they were right, but she was stubborn as always.

"Fine, but if one of you get eaten, don't come crying to me," she crossed her arm.

"I mean, if we get eaten we're not gonna be able to cry to anyone," Bach's face scrunched into a confused mug.

"It's an expression, B," Clara smiled at her little brother. "Don't think too hard. The fire suppression system in this place is shot."

The four of them laughed hard, erasing any tension.

**********

Angel shifted her feet nervously as the eyes of Jordan Dyer stared holes into her. She had never dreamed she would be here sitting in his office. Of course, she also never imagined she'd be here after a group of giant frogs had stolen her keycard and used it to break into her place of employment. In her mind she had always figured this moment would come after she discovered cold fusion or something. Though realistically that was probably just as unlikely.

"You know why you're here, Miss Aquila?" Dyer asked, folding his hands on his desk, the light reflecting off his bald head like a spotlight.

"Yes, sir," she looked down at her feet. "My card was used to gain access to the building. Something bad happened."

That much was certain. The main entrance way had been blocked off for use for the day. Whispers from people who had seen it claim it was covered in blood. Angel couldn't be sure if the frog creatures could have been behind that. They stole from her, of course. And even drugged her or something. But they hadn't really harmed her, and had placed her safely home. They even brought back her keycard. They couldn't be murderers, could they?

"Yes, unfortunately that is an understatement," Dyer nodded grimly. "Did you see who stole your card?"

She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, "Yes, sir. They were...well they were giant frogs, Director."

The Director's eyes narrowed at her before softening into a smile, "Well, you saw something that not many ever have, or were supposed to."

"I understand, sir," she started to shake her head and apologize profusely. "I'm not gonna tell anyone. I want to work here. And I didn't want to give them the card but they like-"

"Relax, young lady," he smiled warmly. Well, at least it was meant to be warm, she thought. But there was something unnatural about it, like he rarely smiled or didn't know how to do it correctly. "We aren't going to fire you or do anything to you. We're just happy that those dangerous experiments didn't hurt you as they did others in this building."

So they were behind what happened here. Amazing. Why they spared her when they ripped others apart was a mystery.

"Still, best be careful from now on going home," he warned. "We don't want a repeat of last night. And if you ever see the creatures again, please contact me immediately. I've authorized you to be able to email me."

"Thank you," she smiled with relief. "But, sir, if I may ask...what were they?"

"We live in strange times, as you're aware miss," he became serious. He continued, lying, "They were an alien life form. We believe they are not friendly. We are hoping to recapture them and make sure they don't harm anyone."

Made sense to Angel. She had seen so many weirdness across the world in her life. What's another group of aliens?

"Thanks for the straight answer, Director," she got up to excuse herself. "I'll make sure to let you know if I see them again."

"Thank you dear," the Director saw her out.

**********

As the girl left his office, Dyer heard Doctor Dyson step out of the shadows of the office, "So, do we need to have her followed?"

"No, I don't think so," Dyer shook his head. "She's eager to please and too scared to work with them. If there's any more contact, she'll let us know."

"And what are we to do, sir?"

"Continue working on the transporter," Dyer commanded. "And have the bioengineering department continue making soldiers. We're getting close, Myles. I can feel it."

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

The next installment of Thor and Star-Lord's Bogus Journey should be up Wednesday

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Hoping to have a post up tomorrow!

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

THOR AND STAR-LORD

IN

GIMME SHELTER

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The severed head of the ancient Celestial floated in the void of space like a specter through the halls of Hel. The lights of the city that countless lost creatures built inside of the skull flickered like neurons firing in its brain. Even its eyes glowed like there was life inside the being.

In reality there was, of course. Millions of beings lived inside Knowhere. It was the refuge of many, a trading post, and even a scientific outpost. It was a place people could come to disappear or make a new life for themselves. Even Thor had heard of it during his travels. It was famous or infamous depending on your point of view. For the God of Thunder, it was the first data point in a quest to find a weapon that could kill a butcher.

"Welcome to Knowhere," Quill smiled as he pulled the Milano in towards the space port. "It's a real shit hole, but at least it's a fun one."

"Aye," Thor smiled as they passed into the head of the Celestial. Beneath him a sprawling metropolis spread out before him. But not just below, above and around as well. He had never seen such a breathtakingly inventive construction from the mortals. He could see even from this altitude that there was a mix of different architecture from building to building. Just from here he could see modern Kree towers, squat Thanagarian pagodas, and gleaming Shi'ar spiral buildings. It was a testament to the mortals' ingenuity. "This is somewhere one can move about unseen."

"Disappear?" Quill's eyebrows rose. "You looking to stay out of sight?"

Thor cursed his loose tongue under his breath. He didn't want Peter to find out that he may be hunted. Quill was one that would possibly turn him in if a bounty was placed on the God's head.

"It is possible," Thor conceded. "Whoever killed my people will almost certainly have designs on my death as well. I hope not to cross paths with them until I am prepared."

Peter shrugged, "Just put your hood up. You'll be fine."

He landed the Milano and added, "And if the price on your head is big enough, I sure hope you have a shit load of treasure."

A chuckle escaped Thor's lips. He was almost impressed by the honesty from the pirate. At least Quill was forthcoming. Most mortals wouldn't even joke about something like that. Then again, Quill had no idea what Thor truly was. Maybe if he did, he would not think twice about betraying Thor. The gods were not always loved, and Peter was clearly not someone who had devotion. Few mortals truly did any more.

"You will not go empty handed," Thor assured him.

The spacefarers left their vessel, and once on the deck of Knowhere's space port the smells of a thousand different cuisines from around the galaxy filled the God of Thunder's nostrils. They passed through the entry point and into a street bazaar that went as far as the eye could see. Stands lined the walkway, manned by all manner of creatures. A pink lizard-like being with six arms peddled some sort of teal porridge to a blue Kree with his arm around an orange Tamaranean he was clearly trying to impress. But as Thor walked by, she looked the God up and down and threw him a wink.

"Maybe you should put your hood up, big guy," Peter cautioned. "You tend to draw attention. Not that putting the hood up will make you any smaller or anything...but it can't hurt. Plus maybe it'd give some of the other males on the station a chance."

"Aye," Thor chuckled. "Tis hard to top a god in the eyes of mortal women."

"Okay, well, no need to brag," Quill rolled his eyes. "Come on, there's a bar I like around the corner. I could use a drink."

"Tis the best idea thou has had yet," Thor clasped Quill on the shoulder heartily, nearly knocking the man clear to the ground.

**********

Chitauri Warship Annakul
Unknown Space

The Chitauri warrior chattered away in clicks and hisses to the being sitting in the command chair. He listened to the report intently, the anger rising in his throat all the while.

"You're sure?" he asked with a calm betraying the fury rising in his heart. "Absolutely positive?"

After a few more clicks from the Chitauri, the image of the Asgardian prince appeared on the screen. The image was taken moments ago on Knowehere according to the data.

The being in the command chair slammed its massive fist down in a fit of rage, "The Odinson still lives! And if he survives so do others of his kind. Dispatch a legion to Knowhere. Kill the bastard. And put a price on the head of any Asgardian in the universe so high that every two bit bounty hunter will track them down. I want them dead!"

The commander slumped back into its chair and seethed.

**********

"Barkeep!" Thor yelled boisterously. "Another round of Thanagarian mead! By the Old Gods, tis delicious!"

The bar went up in a rousing cheer along with the God of Thunder. Quill couldn't tell how many rounds his new passenger had put back so far, but it was enough to kill a normal person. Whoever this Thor was, he was the very opposite of normal.

The band on the dirty stage at the back of the bar began to play some sort of ungodly tune from A'askavaria. Quill elbowed Thor, "I love this place! It reminds me of the bar from Star Wars. You ever seen Star Wars?"

Thor slapped him on the shoulder, almost sending Peter's face crashing through the table they occupied, "I have seen many wars in the stars, Peter Quill!"

"No, man, it's a movie...never mind," Peter shook his head.

"I once fought a great space serpent that was devouring mortals across an arm of the milky way!" Thor began recounting the tale. "The beast was bigger than a moon and stronger than a black hole's pull! Its skin was so think even the mightiest strike with Mjolnir produced nary a scratch! In order to bring the beast down I had to choke it with a vine take from Yggdrasil itself! When I finally brought the foul creature down, the locals of the planet where it fell and I feasted on its flesh! The planet did not want for food for centuries after!"

Quill had absolutely no idea what half of that meant, but he laughed along with his traveling partner. If nothing else, he was a good time.

"Now I must find an observatory on this space station that I might discern where the nearest cache of my people is," he laughed and placed a few odd coins Quill had never seen before on the table. "I will meet thou here after the task has been complete!"

"Yea, sure," Quill cursed under his breath, realizing that he'd have to pay for all these drinks. "Have fun."

Peter sat back and twirled his own drink in his hand. At least until it was knocked out of his hand by someone approaching from the side. He whirled around to sock whoever did it in the face, only to be met by the smirking face of Yondu Udonta. The yellow, snaggle-toothed grin stood out starkly against the older man's blue skin and red, cybernetic fin on his head. Quill shook his head and lowered his fist. Yondu was an ass, but he was still his boss.

"So your new blond friend is a hoot!" Yondu laughed. "You gonna sell him to a pleasure yacht or something? Cuz last I heard you were gettin' me your share with a quick salvage job."

"Yea, Yondu, I know," Peter shook his head. "There was a complication."

"How come there's always a complication with you, boy?" the Ravager leader asked and took a sip of his drink.

Grumbling, Peter responded, "I mean sure, sometimes. A lot of the time. But this guy says he's loaded, and all we gotta do is find it. He promises there's enough for me and you. Don't throw away good money, Yondu."

The blue alien waved a finger in Peter's face, "There better be enough. Cuz if there ain't, you're done, boy. This is your last chance."

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Does anyone have any designs on Sportsmaster? I've got an idea or two for him, but I figured I'd give someone else the chance to snap him up first.

@DocTachyon

Damn there goes my plan for my evil multiverse destroying mastermind

Should have a post up tomorrow as long as I finish my CAH post as well.

Also if any of the cosmic heroes want to have a run in with the Guardians at some point let me know. Lots of craziness coming from this story

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Well we're almost a week into the IC and already on our third page so out of curiosity, what are the driving factors and influences in your story?

@Lord Wraith

Outside he obvious answers like the MCU GOTGs, Thor Ragnarok, and Infinity War, my main source of inspiration is Stephen King’s THE DARK TOWER. Asgard (Gilead) has fallen, and the Gunslinger (Thor) is traveling to find and kill his Man in Black. As he and his new group of warriors will uncover a conspiracy to undo the multiverse.

No big deal

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

THOR AND STAR-LORD

IN

GIMME SHELTER

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The stars passed by the windows of the vessel as Thor peered out over the vastness of the universe. Pinpricks of light fade and swirled around the ship as it sailed silently through a sea of nothingness. In the distance a nebulas and quasars twirled and flared like storms of the void. It was a view he had seen for centuries. Nothing new to an Asgardian, especially one as well traveled as Thor was.

But it had never felt so lonely before. In years past it had been shared with Loki, Heimdall, or Sif. During the best of times Thor had been with the Allfather on a trip to hunt a dragon or a troll. Now, however, he had an unfamiliar ship and a space pirate as company.

How far he had truly fallen.

Thor looked into the mirror of the ship's facilities. His face and hair were caked with dirt and grime from the battle on Asagard. Normally, he would be rejoicing at the sight of them. He and the Warriors Three would be drinking mead in the halls of Asgard when they looked like this. Instead they were now the marks of his failures. They were the grime of failing his people as he had never done before.

He stepped into the ships meager shower and began to rid himself of the muck. It was barely big enough to fit his frame, but it felt good to try and cleanse himself of his failings.

As the water splattered against him weakly, he considered his situation. Without Mjolnir he was restricted to conventional forms of travel, at least until he came across Toothgnasher or Toothgrinder. But the likelihood of that was low. He had freed his goats the day his father delivered the hammer to him all those centuries ago.

Quill seemed capable enough for a pirate. Thor couldn't put much stock in his honor, but as long as the Thunder God could use the fool he would. As of now he was the only form of travel Thor could bank on. He had a thirst for recognition and riches. They were easy aspirations to manipulate, especially for a God. Thor would use that to his advantage.

After he was cleansed, Thor joined Quill in the cockpit of the ship he named the "Milano", whatever that was. It was a good ship, Thor had to admit. Filthy, though. Quill clearly wasn't one for cleaning in the slightest. But Thor could tell it was fast and could pack a punch when it needed to.

The man was listening to some baffling music that Thor could barely decipher, though he was never one for the Mortals' music.

"So where are we headed, big guy?" Peter asked, looking back at the God of Thunder. "You haven't really told me where you came from. Or how you can breath in space and all that good stuff."

Thor studied the man. He had told Quill his name and title, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that broadcasting his status was probably dangerous. Whoever had destroyed Asgard was clearly capable. They would not take the chance of leaving any Asgardians alive. If it was discovered the crown prince had survived, there would be a price on Thor's head no one could ignore.

"My home is...gone," Thor didn't lie to the man. "I am looking for a way to kill the one responsible for that."

The pilot's eyes went wide at that, "Well, that's not the answer I was expecting. Your hammer back there can't kill anyone? Seemed pretty heavy to me."

Thor's nostrils flared. He had tried to lift Mjolnir. Of course he had.

"The hammer...will not respond to me," he responded curtly. "But there are other tools to fell a beast."

"Okay, great," Quill rolled his eyes. "That doesn't sound like it's going to pay the bills, though. And me not being able to pick up your Whack-a-Mole Mallet back there means I'm gonna be behind on that front."

"Thou darest to sell Mjolnir!?" Thor raged.

"Listen, Endless Summer," Peter defended himself, "I gotta make money to keep this ship goin'. It's not my fault I thought it was just floating out there alone."

Thor considered his words. He hadn't been around mortals much, if he was being honest. A passing moment here and there was all he really had. They often worshiped or thanked him, but he never gave much thought to them. He guarded the realms that held them, but the people themselves? They were like sand on a beach to him. He understood not their worries, not when there was so much more important things to consider. This worry of Quill's alone could be used. Thor needed transport, and Peter needed treasure.

"If thou shall continue to aid me in my quest," Thor said, breaking a few moments of silence, "you will be rewarded with treasure from my people."

It pained Thor to offer such a bounty. The treasures kept in storehouses across the universe were not worthy of Odin's treasure room, but they were still won through victories against mighty foes. But if it was what it took to ensure the mortal's dedication, then some of the wonders of the Nine Realms would be his.

"Treasure, huh?" Quills eyebrows shot up. "How much we talkin'?"

"More than any mortal could ever spend in their lifetime," Thor answered with a wave. "And enough for your organization as well."

Quill considered Thor's proposal. He studied his passenger intently.

"Okay, but you're gonna have to start answering some questions," Quill shot back. "First, you keep calling me 'mortal'? You immortal or something?"

Thor's eyes narrowed, "Not completely. But I am incredibly long lived."

"How old are you?"

"Tens of thousands of your standard years," Thor did the math in his head.

"No shit!" Quill laughed. "You don't look a day over thirty-five!"

"Verily," Thor nodded.

"What's with the belt?" Quill motioned.

Thor ran his hand over the Belt of Strength, one of the other gifts Odin had given his son in his youth. He felt the runic incantations carved into the Uru, "It amplifies my godly strength. With it I can perform feats greater than any other being."

"And the cape? does that like make you fly or something?"

Thor looked down at the red garment on his back, "Nay. The cape just gives one a regal air."

Quill chuckled lightly, "Right."

The God of Thunder leaned back in his seat and looked at his new traveling partner. Quill was nothing spectacular, even for a mortal. He was tall and wiry, with a disheveled look. He dressed like a common ogre, and smelled only minimally better. Still, there was a spark in him that Thor couldn't place.

"What is your story, Peter Quill?" he asked. "Where does thou hail from?"

"Earth, originally," he replied and popped some sort of food into his mouth. "Been with the Ravagers for like two decades now though. Yondu picked me up on Earth. Said I was gonna be an exhibit in a zoo somewhere past Xandar. Used me as a thief to fit into small places instead. It sucked early on, but the thievin' life ain't bad in the end."

So Midgard was the home of the man. That made sense. He looked to be a human.

"And your mother and father?" Thor continued his questioning, staring out into space.

"Well, my dad died before I was taken off earth," Peter shrugged. "And I don't right know who my mom is."

"Ah, you have my sympathies," Thor said, not truly with conviction. "My brother was adopted as well. I am familiar with that sort of estrangement."

"Aw, well that's nice that you guys got along."

"Oh, do not misunderstand, Peter Quill. Loki attempted to smite me many a time. He really was quite the bastard sometimes."

"well, that's family I guess," Quill chuckled.

"Verily."

An uneasy quiet fell over the cabin and the pilot fiddled with his displays, "Well, we're relatively close to Knowhere. That's as good of a place as any to get our bearings. I need to refuel the ship anyway."

"Aye, and I need to ascertain the closest cache of my people," Thor nodded. "From there we will plot our next move."

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

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