[The last thing he remembers with Lincoln is - waking up. Not a part of anything greater, no white light, just waking up. The details are sketchy and it doesn't help that the inside of his mind is screaming, they're all screaming. It takes him days to sort out every tangled thought the humans wrapped his brain around, he swears revenge. Alone on a dying planetoid, alone again until he hears...a space ship.
There's no other word for it. that's what Daniels had, a space ship, and this is a space ship only it's unlike any ship that Daniels has ever known existed. The beings in it are just that - beings.
For the first time in millennia he sheds his human skin and appraoches the beings ready to kill them, ready to raise his hands and devour them, he is the storm - but they're willing to get him off planet. You're from Pax right? sure I've been. How the hell'd you end up way out here? Lost on a star ship?
It's a family, and the little boy is...pink.
He can only face up to the stars with a human's sense of wonder. Among them, among aliens for the first time who don't want to kill him, or use him, or torture him, his wonder is reborn.
There are a few people who guess, a few people who throw around what he is - Kree experiment. Drucking Kree! he has over a millennia worth of experience under his belt.
Nothing has prepared him for this.
It makes him nervous. He's had to kill a few beings, their remains reduced to ash and bone and their meat and flavor sit heavily in his belly. However in some planets - ironically the ones close to the Kree homeworld he begins to realize that the food agrees with him more. It stirs up feelings. Regret. Anger. He remembers every day of his transformation. He remembers it very well. It is etched in him and discovering that the Kree are not well liked...
Perhaps he could return to earth. Plead his case. Perhaps inhumans could be persuaded to take arms against their former overlords in a more direct manner. Perhaps even, the so called avengers could help. He can set aside his directives, his biological directives for that. Whatever has left him here, whatever has left him alive has done so for a reason.
Still he feels more accepted here and more free to be himself then he ever has before. even if this self was made with torture. There are rules here however, ones he doesn't know which is what brings him to the dive bar in Knowhere. He is looking for Star-Lord. Star Lord destroyed Ronan the Accuser. Star Lord is a human living in space.
Will Daniels has quite a lot to say about this, but he doesn't have to pretend to be him. Grant ward's facade hasn't appeared in what feels like years. It is his flesh, his meat suit, there is after all a shortage of bodies, but strangely the more he remains as himself the less he wants to change back. Being a monster made of tentacles does not shock many here.
The question becomes, will it shock his contact. Wearing a hooded robe he procured on a nearby planet he lowers it, boldly, red eyes grim.]
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Date: 2016-09-04 05:24 am (UTC)There's no other word for it. that's what Daniels had, a space ship, and this is a space ship only it's unlike any ship that Daniels has ever known existed. The beings in it are just that - beings.
For the first time in millennia he sheds his human skin and appraoches the beings ready to kill them, ready to raise his hands and devour them, he is the storm - but they're willing to get him off planet. You're from Pax right? sure I've been. How the hell'd you end up way out here? Lost on a star ship?
It's a family, and the little boy is...pink.
He can only face up to the stars with a human's sense of wonder. Among them, among aliens for the first time who don't want to kill him, or use him, or torture him, his wonder is reborn.
There are a few people who guess, a few people who throw around what he is - Kree experiment. Drucking Kree! he has over a millennia worth of experience under his belt.
Nothing has prepared him for this.
It makes him nervous. He's had to kill a few beings, their remains reduced to ash and bone and their meat and flavor sit heavily in his belly. However in some planets - ironically the ones close to the Kree homeworld he begins to realize that the food agrees with him more. It stirs up feelings. Regret. Anger. He remembers every day of his transformation. He remembers it very well. It is etched in him and discovering that the Kree are not well liked...
Perhaps he could return to earth. Plead his case. Perhaps inhumans could be persuaded to take arms against their former overlords in a more direct manner. Perhaps even, the so called avengers could help. He can set aside his directives, his biological directives for that. Whatever has left him here, whatever has left him alive has done so for a reason.
Still he feels more accepted here and more free to be himself then he ever has before. even if this self was made with torture. There are rules here however, ones he doesn't know which is what brings him to the dive bar in Knowhere. He is looking for Star-Lord. Star Lord destroyed Ronan the Accuser. Star Lord is a human living in space.
Will Daniels has quite a lot to say about this, but he doesn't have to pretend to be him. Grant ward's facade hasn't appeared in what feels like years. It is his flesh, his meat suit, there is after all a shortage of bodies, but strangely the more he remains as himself the less he wants to change back. Being a monster made of tentacles does not shock many here.
The question becomes, will it shock his contact. Wearing a hooded robe he procured on a nearby planet he lowers it, boldly, red eyes grim.]
Are you Gamora?
[His voice is poised.] Friend of Star Lord?