Chapter 7.1- All of Infinity in the Palm of my Hands

28 days. That was how long it ended up taking the Kylosians to pack up their things and prepare to move on from their planet. Altogether, it was a short time frame and I recognised that they’d probably end up leaving behind things they wouldn’t even end up realising they needed until it was much too late to fix. But still, I did my best. In the four weeks it took them to get ready, I practically overhauled the entirety of the dark aster’s internals and workings to align with my own preferences and the Kryptonian best practices.

The ship's thrusters were further reworked to work exclusively on  muon particles like Tony’s repulsor tech. The space expansion tech was integrated into the ship’s fundamental internals, turning it from being capable of carrying a couple thousand in cramped facilities, to luxury accommodations for millions. I was even able to perfect the space bending to the extent that every member of the Kylosian race was able to get a room of their own. And then came the slaves. Ronan had stored hundreds of slaves in the brig of the Dark Aster, and when I finally released them, it had taken a few hours to convince them that Ronan was dead and that I was essentially giving them their freedom.

They came from a wide variety of races, most of which I could not recognise without the help of the Ship’s database. Ronan had previously used them as deckhands, so offering to employ them to perform the same functions with better accommodations, no mistreatment, and the offer to turn them over to the Nova corps once we got into the Nova empire had been jumped on by them with little hesitation.

A few of them had declined, of course. More willing to risk it out on Kylos with the Kylosians who had ended up breaking apart from the rest of the species when the decision to travel with me was made than they were to take the risk that I was just like Ronan and was merely lying to them for some sick joke or prank. Still, with those people, I’d taken off their colours and disabled the explosives implanted into them. For those who followed me, I actually went to the trouble of surgically extracting the bombs to make sure none of the dime a dozen tech geniuses in the universe didn’t end up using the inactive explosives against me.

Apart from improvements to the ship, of which there had been a lot, I’d also spent the rest of the time in Kylos preparing for a kind of Noah’s Arc situation. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the Kylosians. Loved them a lot, but definitely not enough to spend the rest of my life on a ship with them. No, they’d need a planet. So, to make sure the planet could indeed become home for them, I was doing my best to gather samples of the flora and fauna of the planet for terraforming the new one when we eventually found it. Of course, the thought of getting them a planet did bring something else to my mind.

I’d checked back on earth, and I did have the codex in me. The genetic information for restarting the entire kryptonian race. When I found out on earth, the information had been of little use to me. Just an interesting oddity that helped confirm the continuity this body had come from, but nothing more than that. But now that I was actively going to be searching for an empty planet for one race, it brought the question to mind again. ‘Why not restart my own?’ I could already see it now, a civilisation of superpowered beings, working to make the galaxy around us a better place.

I’d probably solve universal peace with that kind of army at my control. Just thinking about it. The Guardians of Oa had been able to create 3600 Green Lanterns policing every sector of the DC Universe and used that to keep much of the Universe in line. What could I do with millions or even billions of soldiers more powerful than any green lantern? A lot of good, and also a lot of harm. The Guardians had been able to prevent abuse of power by their lanterns because the rings they gave could be just as easily taken away. If I wanted to do anything even close to that, I’d have to either implant bombs in their heads to make sure they obeyed or brainwash them from birth to ensure their loyalty. Needless to say, neither of those seemed like appealing options in either the short or long terms so turning them into an intergalactic police force was pretty much out of the question.

And then came the question of what the fuck would I do with a whole planet of Kryptonians if I wasn’t going to be making the universe a better place. The answer was not a whole lot. I wasn’t going to turn into the Kryptonian council of old so preventing people from leaving was out of the question. Which meant that in the long run, I’d probably still have to deal with superpowered bad actors with the power to destroy planets if they got ticked off or got into the wrong mood. Nope. And then there was also the possibility that I’d create the Marvel Universes’ very own Viltrum except with the potential to be a thousand times more powerful. I could just imagine it now.

All it would take is one government. One charismatic, ambitious Kryptonian who’d look at what I’d given them and declare it as not enough. If a full powered Krypton sought to conquer the Marvel Universe, I saw very few things that could stop them. So was I going to bring back my race and then accept all the things- good or ill- that could come from that? Not right now, no. Not with Thanos still out there, and probably not for a while after that.