Chapter 56 - My SI Stash #56 - Godhood: For Dummies by intata (Avengers) (1/2)

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*SI as Star Prince's brother. Yes like Peter he's got the OP powers of a Celestial. I mean with the meta knowledge, he really has got everything to be unstoppable~

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Sypnosis: Reborn as the twin brother to Peter Quill, Nathan goes his own way because, as awesome as the Marvel universe is, he wants to live his second chance to the fullest. Too bad everything wants to kill him. [Rated M for language and violence. Citrus is undecided.]

Rated: M

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Chapter 1

This is mostly going to be in the MCU, though I'll be taking a bit here and there from the comics. Just picture a sort of alternate MCU. I'mma call it Earth-199999.7 (If you didn't know, Earth-616 is the main Marvel universe, and Earth-199999 is the Marvel Cinematic Universe. There's a bazillion in between).

So I basically took the idea that Peter Quill (Starlord) was the son of a frickin Celestial, and ran with it. GotG found a way to prevent him from being OP by making it so that he was only able to use his 'Celestial powers' when he was drawing them from ol' daddy Ego; but then they also made him a bit of an idiot too, meaning he wouldn't ever try again.

I am of the belief that Peter would have been able to use some form of those powers had he spent some time trying to figure them out on his own. Granted I also believe that they would be much less potent than they were when he was drawing power from daddy - Peter being half human and all. Meaning that he probably wouldn't be able to use them effectively inside a normal human lifespan.

Now if you're not aware of what a Celestial is; they're ridiculous. The first of them existed long before the first iteration of the Infinity Stones, and are essentially Gods of Creation. They have powers over energy and matter manipulation that put most things to shame, and are the only beings capable of easily wielding the Infinity Stones. They are not omnipotent in any sense, though. Picture them as superpowered versions of Odin that can manipulate their own energy to physically create things on a whim. We don't actually know the full extent of their abilities.

You get it. They're powerful. So what?

Well… I did a thing.

Our story starts Sixteen years into the life of one Nathan Quill; twin brother to Peter Quill, son of Meredith Quill and Ego. He is the son of a Celestial, and he knows it too, because a lifetime ago he liked to read comics and saw this one series of movies.

Nathan couldn't help it; he was too excited to keep the smile from his face. It took him eight years. Eight years to work up the confidence and skill to split from the rest of the Ravagers without getting caught. He stood now on the deck of a small spacecraft, orbiting an oceanic planet in the Andromeda galaxy. The planet's name? Morag. The spacecraft's name? M'D_i_c_k.

He even painted it on the side a few nights ago, right after he stole it from some pink humanoid thing at a fuel station.

He had been tracking this particular ship for a couple months, just waiting for a chance to grab it without the Ravagers noticing. The ship was a rare find in the sector the Yondu Ravager Clan was based out of. Nathan wanted it because it was a small exploration and recon pod, specializing in mining operations. The amenities on board were common enough, save for one, and it was small enough to avoid most heavy smuggling checks. The first thing he did, though, was remove any tracking systems, which meant he had to almost completely reprogram the navigation system. It was outfitted with a hyperspace drive core, some basic storage capabilities, decent planetary scanners, small workbench with a hard-light analyzer, and most importantly; it was a submersible. As in, it would be structurally sound in the far reaches of empty space, as well as the dark depths of oceans. That last bit was the main reason he selected this ship to commandeer. Why? Well that was because of his plans regarding the planet he now orbited.

Morag. An oceanic planet with warm to moderate temperatures and an oxygen rich environment. The ball of dirt's surface was about ninety-eight percent water, with only one percent livable landmass. The last one percent was taken up by an active volcano. There was also a very popular vacation area on the planet, visited because of its consistently pleasant climate, sandy beaches, and stunning view of the solar system at night. Morag did orbit an eclipsing binary star system after all.

The planet hadn't always been so waterlogged, though. Thousands of years ago, there was a thriving civilization that spanned the globe. Billions of sentient creatures going about their daily lives, none expecting one of their suns to suddenly go into an overheating cycle, melting the planetary ice caps and catastrophically flooding the entire surface. Since then, every three hundred years, the star had done, and will do, so again; evaporating so much of the oceans that a further forty-seven percent of the surface could once again be landed on. Of course you would have to wait for the atmosphere to cool enough, at which point there is a few-day-long window that can be used to explore the surface before the following heavy rains; flooding the surface once more.

Over the course of a few days, because of an unstable star, billions of people died.

But they had left something behind, and right now Nathan was pretty much the only one who knew what that something was. To everyone else this place would be just a rumor for another seventeen-ish years when the sea level would lower and the temple ruins get spotted, and subsequently reported. The ex-Ravager was not; however, visiting the planet while its surface was clear. It was still quite wet down there, and was precisely why he needed a submersible ship.

”Structure Found. Analyzing path. Warning: Intense undersea currents in area. Suggestion: Proceed with caution,” said the computerized voice of the navigation system.

Nathaniel's grin nearly split his face. He moved away from the observation window and sat back down in the pilot seat, kicking the ship out of orbit and making his way towards the undersea structure.

It took him about ten minutes to reach the waters directly above the structure. ”Alice, start mapping the Temple and get me an overlay up front for the undersea currents.”

”Mapping in progress. C_o_c_kpit overlay display ready… Presenting water current projection.”

The glass in front of the pilot seat blinked for a second as a holographic image of blue tubes with various colored arrows appeared. The colored arrows represented the severity of the currents, where the tubes were the currents themselves. Simple stuff, really. All he had to do was avoid the 'tubes'. The sixteen-year-old was rather proud of the new software around the ship, as he had written most of it himself. When he gutted the navigation system, he was also given the opportunity to upgrade certain other features. Alice was one of them.

In Nathan's past life, he had been a bit of a cyber nut. He had gotten into programming and working with computers early on, and liked to think he was pretty decent at it. Taking classes up through a Bachelor's degree in Cyber Security and a Master's in Artificial Intelligence development, he stuck his head into that life pretty hard. He wasn't a genius by any means, but he was dedicated. The farthest he had ever officially gotten was in the creation of an intelligent, multipurpose defense software when he was in his mid thirties. For the next ten years, he and his team had continuously upgraded it until he had reached a pinnacle. What they had created was widely seen as the perfect cyber defensive net and information gathering system. No other system could compare to it, at least. It was the first true AI, after all.

Then over the course of a year and two months, his entire team started to systematically disappear. They were the only ones that knew the inner workings of the system; the only ones who might have stood a chance in blocking it for a time, or possibly recreating it.

He didn't work for the government, instead having brought his team together in their off hours, or through phone calls across the country. They had all met in certain communities online, or were professionals who attended talks and conferences. The AI wasn't a paid creation. It was a fun past-time. A hobby for everyone involved. But then it happened, and all of his friends started dying because of it. What they created was apparently 'too effective', or at least that's what the masked man said, right before he pulled the trigger.

Then he woke up as the son of Meredith Quill, a beautiful woman in her early twenties that was obsessed with new music from nearly fifty years in his own past. It seemed he was the victim of some sort of time-jump rebirth, having died in the year 2024, and born again in 1980. 1981 was spent on the whole: just freaking out.

He never had much of a relationship with his parents from before, but it was impossible not to care for the ray of absolute sunshine that was Meredith Quill. He quickly grew to love the girl, as did his twin brother, Peter, who clung to her nearly every waking moment. Peter was his best friend in this life, regardless of how reckless and prideful he was. Oh they hated each other in the beginning; Peter being jealous of any attention their mother paid Nathan, and Nathan being utterly and totally annoyed at the resulting fits. That changed; however, when Meredith Quill, the happiest twenty-nine-year-old on earth, died of a brain tumor. With a smile on her face, she whispered her last 'I love you', nudging over two small presents, and asking to hold their hands. Nathan did so almost immediately, but Peter didn't. She smiled at Nathan warmly, but he could see the hurt in her eyes as she turned to Peter.

”Peter?” She had called, and the heartbeat monitor went flat.

Peter had to be dragged out of the room by their grandfather, kicking and screaming, while Nathan cried quietly, not wanting to let go of his mother. In the end, though, he allowed himself to be lead out of the room so the doctors could work. There, he found his brother bolting out of the hospital. He followed.

F_u_c_k_i_n_g insult-to-injury, right?

Anyway, after that things started to click. Names started to ring bells and events started to make sense: He was in the Marvel Universe… The Cinematic one, too, because in the comics Meredith was murdered in cold blood by an alien, and Peter wasn't abducted by Yondu at the tender age of eight.

The next eight years of their lives s_u_c_k_e_d; being the defacto grunts of the Yondu Ravager Clan, but Nathan couldn't really be happier. Growing up in the eighties, with access to none of the technology he was used to, made a man who spent the majority of his existence creating an AI, very unhappy. That changed almost immediately when he joined the Ravagers.

He was given access to tech that far surpassed what he was used to in his previous life, and the opportunity to fiddle with it all. He started out as a basic mechanic under a man - at least he thought it was male - named J'gaar. J'gaar was outrageously fat, had purple, studded skin, and a flat face with a partial overbite. He was an alright guy most of the time, but hated answering questions, which Nathan had a lot of.

After a year or so, Nathan had finally learned enough about the technology to recreate his baby: the AI, which he named Alice in honor of being the only thing he brought with him down the rabbit hole to new life.

This immediately put him in good standing with the Ravager group, as AIs were expensive. Oh they totally existed in this universe, and were even readily available too, for the right price, but due to the nature of being intelligent, they couldn't be stolen. One had to either buy it legit, or make their own. The Ravagers were all marked criminals though, meaning no one would even consider selling them an AI.

Originally, Alice was a program that was given a directive, and went about a systematic intelligent approach to solve that directive. After completion, she would simply wait for the next order. The original program was completely objective based, but after living with the Ravagers for an extended period and gotten his hands on bits of some AI source code, he was able to add a reactive element to Alice, making her more life-like.

She wasn't complete by any means, still very much a computer with no personality, but if he could make her more self-aware, then she would be a true intelligence like she had been back in his previous life. As of now, though, she was just a multipurpose tool. It was unfortunate, really, but he couldn't recreate the AI from his old world completely. There, he had a team of people all working towards it, all knowing different aspects of the code to different extents. Here, he had himself, and a couple reference materials. Not nearly enough.

The next step in her evolution would probably come about by picking Tony Stark's brain, who already had an AI by the first Iron Man movie. That; however, happened in the later 2000's, and he joined the Ravagers in 1988. It would be a while.

The Sixteen-year-old cut the engines and let the ship drop into the water with a splash, then flipped a switch on the dashboard in front of him, revving up the under-sea repulsors and eased into the throttle. Yondu always said he was a terrible flier, and that Peter was the natural with a HOTAS. Anyone who rode with Nathan was going to throw up afterwards.

So he was a little jerky with the stick, and the throttle was either at full tilt, or null. Doesn't mean he was a bad pilot. He still got where you needed in the end, without a single scratch too, and that's what matters… Well that's all that mattered to him at least.

Not to mention he was flying a spaceship. That part was awesome.

'It's kind of weird that I remembered the name of this planet. Out of all the things I could have remembered from the movie, what made my mind say 'Morag! Now that's a name I'll use in the future!'? I mean I'm glad I did, but come on, brain! Remember more important things!' He thought as he pulled up to the entrance of the Temple.

He sat there for a second, admiring the architecture, before continuing on through a gap in the columns and further into the depths of the ruins. Soon, though, he came across a door blocking his path. He just grinned.

Hopping out of the pilot seat, he jumped toward the back of the ship to the small air-lock and quickly donned a pressure suit. The suit was just a vest and helmet, where the vest did little more than relieve pressure on his diaphragm, and the helmet did the same for his head, but with added goggles and six-hour air supply. He spared a brief moment of jealousy towards the movie version of his brother for having that magical fricken helmet. He knew his actual brother didn't have the damn thing yet, but apparel with Holographic Materialization was f_u_c_k_i_n_g complicated. Nathan had been working on trying to reverse-engineer the technology, but never got very far with it.

With Nathan's normal, boring pressure suit now on, he cleared the air-lock and opened the hatch, pulling himself into the water. From there, he swam forward and picked the rotational lock on the door. Two minutes later he was looking at what he came here for.

An orb, floating lightly within multiple plasma-mesh barriers.

He pulled out a small triangular device and laid it next to the orb's display. If he was being honest with himself, he felt like he was cheating; just taking the exact same route as the movie version of his brother, and using the exact same tools. Taking a few steps back, he activated the device and watched as the orb was s_u_c_k_e_d through each plasma-mesh barrier, landing solidly on the center of the device.

”Alice, I'm going to need a scan of the inner mechanisms of this orb,” he said, holding up the orb in front of a small blue pyramid on the workbench.

”Scanning.” The pyramid pulsed, and a blue, flat laser swept over the orb a few times. ”Scan complete. Object is a rotational puzzle sphere containing an unknown item.”