Marvel’s Disassembler

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Up! Up! All the way up!

Arthur shot into the sky, his focus unwavering as he ascended. He ignored the chaos below, though the inferno swirling around his form incinerated every Kree fighter that dared come close.

At this point, calling him "human" no longer felt accurate.

He was something else, something more.

Wreathed in cosmic fire, his obsidian wings stretched wide across the void, a silhouette of divine fury cutting through the darkness as he soared into space like a celestial being.

Inside the Xandarian Command Center, the Mark Series earlier barrage had stunned the staff into silence, but now, all eyes were fixed on Arthur. He burned brighter than anything else in the sky.

"Incredible... What a force," Someone whispered.

Nova Prime watched in awe. "Is this the Instructor?"

"We've had scattered intelligence reports about him for years... but none of it explains this. Where did he even come from?"

The room stirred with growing curiosity.

Nova Prime took a steady breath. "He's from Earth. He came because of the crisis threatening our planet."

"Earth?"

"Never heard of it!"

"Some fringe system... Is it even part of the Nova Coalition?"

"Who cares? With a guardian like that, even a backwater planet's a force to be reckoned with."

The topic died down quickly, they were still in the middle of an active battlefield operation. There was no time for speculation or side conversations.

Yet Nova Prime remained pensive, her gaze fixed on Arthur's image, thoughts clearly racing behind her calm exterior.

Beyond the atmosphere, Arthur broke free of gravity's hold and surged into the vacuum of space. The instant weightlessness was liberating.

He swept his gaze across the starfield. Activating the Eye of Horus to its maximum scan range, he instantly locked onto the battlefield's focal point, a massive Kree Warship pressing forward.

In front of it, Nova Corps fighters formed a defensive lattice, their golden lights forming a glowing net that kept the Warship from advancing another meter.

But behind him, another Kree vessel was slowly deploying, releasing wave after wave of reinforcements. Some dove toward Xandar's surface, others engaged the Nova fleet.

The cold void was alive with explosions, drifting debris, and high-velocity skirmishes. Sparks bloomed like deadly fireworks in the abyss.

Arthur's eyes narrowed. With a burst of power, he raced toward the massive Warship.

But just then, bzzt!, a comm line crackled.

"Can someone please tell me what I'm supposed to be doing right now?!" Yondu's voice rang out in unmistakable panic.

Arthur blinked. In the frenzy, he'd forgotten to assign the old Ravager a role.

"Yondu," Arthur said quickly, "Head to Xandar. Link up with Iron Man and intercept those incoming fighters!"

"Say no more!" Yondu shouted. The line went dead.

Arthur didn't slow down, but space proved even more frustrating than he expected.

The Warship still looked the same size. No matter how fast he flew, it didn't seem any closer.

"Seriously?" Arthur muttered. "At this rate, I'm gonna die of old age before I get there…"

He contemplated summoning the emergency ship he had tucked away in the Disassembler space, until two Kree vessels intercepted him.

They didn't hesitate. Spotting a lone figure floating in open space, they opened fire without restraint.

Waves of plasma bolts cut through the void, yet when the smoke cleared, Arthur was gone.

Standing silently atop one of the ships, Arthur raised an eyebrow. With a slow exhale, he placed his hand on the hull.

A prompt shimmered before his eyes:

[Disassemble pilot-class item (Blue)]?

He smirked. "Disassemble."

With a single command from Arthur's mind, the Disassembler activated.

The Kree Spaceship shimmered out of existence. Left behind, the pilot found himself suddenly suspended in the vacuum of space, utterly confused.

He didn't even get a chance to process what had happened; his body contorted violently as decompression took hold… and then he was gone.

"The vacuum of space," Arthur said flatly, "not exactly beginner-friendly."

He shifted his focus to the second Kree vessel. With a pulse of energy and a blink, he teleported straight into the cockpit.

The pilot, head down, was desperately scanning the radar for Arthur's signature when a faint sound came from behind. He turned instinctively and found himself face to face with a grinning Arthur.

If heart attacks worked in zero-g, the guy might've keeled over right then and there.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, he didn't die of fright. Arthur ended him with a swift, effortless strike.

Tossing the body aside like garbage, Arthur dropped into the pilot's seat and keyed into the control system. While navigating, he opened a channel to Tony.

"How's it going on your end?"

The comms erupted with explosions, "BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!", before Tony's voice finally came through. "Where are you?"

"Not far from the target…" Arthur lied without hesitation. That said, commandeering the Kree ship had drastically sped up his travel time.

With coordinates locked, the thrusters pushed to max, and every piece of spatial data projected across the HUD, Arthur added, "I'll be there in two minutes. Quick question, are these guys actually worth using for combat drills?"

Tony replied, "They're decent target practice… but kinda soft."

He chuckled. "If this is what counts as galactic military might, maybe we should go ahead and conquer the universe ourselves."

Arthur smirked. "You sound like someone a certain hell-bound goddess would get along with."

"But hey, it's good to see you enjoying yourself. Just don't forget, these grunts are the bottom rung. There's worse out there."

He wasn't wrong.

Ronan's Warship was now looming ahead, its titanic silhouette casting a shadow across the stars.

Arthur found himself wondering, could something this size actually be Disassembled?

It hadn't looked this intimidating in the movies. But up close, in real space, it was massive, easily dwarfing the dark elf warships he'd seen before.

It didn't feel like a ship. It felt like a mobile fortress.

As he neared, Arthur set that question aside for the moment.

Exiting the Kree vessel in a flash of light, he casually sent it into the Disassembler space with a flick of his wrist.

Then, without pause, he teleported to the outer perimeter of Ronan's Warship, materializing just above its hull. He extended a hand to make contact.

[Disassemble pilot-class item (Pink)]?

The system's prompt told him two things.

One: he could Disassemble this behemoth of a warship.

Two: he had now reached a level capable of breaking down higher-tier equipment.

The only question now was, should he?

Ronan had poured time, resources, and firepower into bringing this Warship all the way here. Surely it wasn't meant to be gifted away like this…

But then again, Arthur grinned as a singular, ridiculous thought crossed his mind:

"A thousand light-years to deliver a Warship? Big gift. No sentiment."