Chapter 115: No Mercy!

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One after another, the 69 ships came out of the jumps and surrounded the small planet of Moran. The star system was named after the planet itself. The native people were called Moranians.

The species exhibited a few unique features. For example, they had hard light blue skin. They don't have hair. Instead, their heads have horns. The only way to visibly differentiate between a man and a woman was with facial features and horns. The women had four horns that went in a curve to the back and down, and the men had two, which instead of going down the back, went up. All of them had red eyes, and their physical strength was unknown.

As soon as they blockaded the entire space around the planet, it became evident that those thugs on the ground had learnt what was happening, as they, instead of sending their warships to fight, called those in space to land on the ground. They already knew that they had the advantage of being on the ground.

"Start the bombardment. Skull Knight, go out and capture as many of their ships as possible," Hector ordered. The only reason he was allowed to command was that he started this job. Plus, he had experience.

Skull Knight was already outside in an escape pod. As soon as he received the order, he let out the hellfire and started to convert the pod into his custom means of transport. All he needed to do was reach the enemy ships, and then use hellfire to take control while killing the inhabitants with the fire itself.

He then flew directly to a medium-sized warship that belonged to some pirates. He rammed the converted space pod on it and extended the hellfire like a tree spreading its roots.

The Ship started to turn into a demonic-looking skull-faced ship. Then, just as it completed the evolution, all its guns began to shoot red blazing energy blasts precisely at the nearby ships, trying to flee.

Everything seemed so destructive and quick from a distance that many were left staring at it dumbly, hearts beating faster than usual. "Thank god he's on our side," Yondu muttered.

"GET READY! As soon as Kraglin brings the Moran's military general hiding on the moon, we're heading down. So take all your blasters and bombs; this is the time we start blasting."

His orders were followed, with all 10,000 members who would head down armed themselves to teeth with armour and weapons. One thing good about Ravagers was that they were decently armed.

But nothing could compare with Hector's clan, as he had the money to buy the latest and the best equipment for his people. They wore matching armours with the Ravagers logo and his personal clan logo, which was just the shadow of Moony's face howling at the sky.

On top of that, since they needed heavy firepower, he bought ten units of Exo-Skeleton arm suits. These exoskeletons could hold heavy weaponry, such as machine guns and high calibre bullets.

Logan donned his Wolverine yellow and black suit. Adam Warlock didn't change; he was always in his suit. Moony, too, didn't have anything special. Hector remained in his Grand General uniform, as it was his trademark.

Peter Quill was not coming with them, as the boy was still just 14 years old, too young to take part in wars. In a few minutes, all got ready to be deployed.

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Kraglin, Yondu's first mate, arrived soon after with the Moranian General. The man wore normal grey pants and a jacket. On his shoulder were a few crescent moons, four in total.

As soon as he saw Hector, and noticed the six stars on his shoulder, he saluted by thumping his right-hand fist on his stomach, as his heart was located there, "Good to meet you. I am General Kul, the last remaining loyal General to Moran."

Hector responded with Earth's salute, "I am President Hector King Washington. It's good to see a strong lad like you fighting for his planet. Tell me about yourself, as I don't know much about your species, or the situation on the land."

Kul nodded and started briefing him, "My planet has a total population of 9 billion. Half of it is dead or sold to slavery across the Galaxy. The remaining is forced to mine and serve the thugs for all their needs. If you want to start an attack, I recommend the newest mine, as the Moranians there are the youngest and physically strongest. They can join us if we supply weapons."

"How many fighters can we gather from your species? Give me an estimate." Logan asked him, as he too was a general and knew a thing or two.

"About a billion, I'd say. The rest would be too weak to do anything."

Hector rubbed his beard and thought, "Hm, but we won't be needing that many fighters. Even if we get a million, it'd be enough. The reason you people lost was because of your dumb General. Otherwise, you were a strong species. Now, we have firepower."

He turned to Krugarr, "Make a portal to the cheapest planet for arms trade and buy a hundred thousand basic armours and blasters."

"Woof!" Moony barked at Kul all of a sudden.

"He's asking you why your name is so small." Hector translated.

Kul wryly replied, "I was born on the coldest night of the year. Kul rhymes with cool; hence my parents named me Kul."

"That's... a very straightforward name. Well, it's nice to meet you, General Kul. Let's liberate your planet from oppressors. It's time you get freedom!"

Kul's face showed emotions of sadness. He pulled out a locket tied around his neck, opened it and looked at an image, "I do hope we're successful, President Washington."

"That's your?"

Kul nodded, "My wife. She died in an orbital bombardment when the initial attack happened. I only found out a month later when we cleared that sector. This war... it's not just for the liberation of my species, my home... It's bloody personal,"

Hector patted his shoulder, "I can understand you to some degree. I can't share the burden of sorrow, but I sure can provide the solace of vengeance. Don't worry; we will win this time,"

"I hope we do,"

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*SLASH!*

"Faster, we need to clear this sector of the mine before midnight, or forget about your food." A blue-skinned lizard-like alien whipped the enslaved population of Moran. He had already killed an old female right there for falling and being unable to stand up.

It was a fact that the content of Vibranium was low on the planet. And that only made mining and finding it more challenging. Hence, the situation with the Moranians was worse than a Kree War Slave. Here, they were only given meals once per day.

There were women, men, and children, all forced to work and serve. They were banned from holding a gun, or face instant execution. Many had already been executed, and this spread fear through their hearts.

It didn't matter if you were old enough to die or were sick here. You just can't take a break, and the only break is your death. It was a cold hell.

*BEEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP...*

However, suddenly, warning sirens started to scream around the planet, near every single mine. All aliens belonging to all factions began to gather around to face the threat. These sirens usually meant their neighbouring territory attacked. So their protocol was to stop mining and send all slaves to the front as meat shields, with no weapons, only their digging equipment.

This was no less than death, so they feared the sound of that siren the most. Because it signified the death of someone's mother, brother, sister or father.

The dread took them all; tears started to fall. "Mama, I don't wanna go," the kids cried, but they all knew the price to defy.

So once again, they all were forced to come out of the mine under the open sky. However, when they reached there, instead of seeing other slaves being rounded up, everyone was looking at the sky.

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There were giant clouds of fire, blasts occurring one after another. It was a war in space. Ships were slowly falling to the surface. Not only that, various lander aircraft were coming down, while spewing a cloud of red, white and blue smoke behind, creating some sort of a flag.

*WOOSH*

"KILL THE PESTS!" Hector's loud warcry resounded. Moony's portal was big enough to let Hector, Logan, Adam and Kul walkout.

Logan went into beast mode, ripping apart the enslavers. Adam started to fly around, killing them with his blaster. Kull went absolute beast and started shooting with big rifles in each hand. He also used his jetpack to jump around.

Moony remained behind as his job was to use his magic portals to send out troops to strategic locations first.

Hector, meanwhile, walked forward to the lead slaver, the man-in-charge of the mine. Of course, various blasters were shot at him, and they even hit. But the burns would heal in no time.

His towering figure was taller than every other being in the vicinity. As the Moranians watched things span out in fear, Hector reached the lizard-like enslaver.

He took a glance at the people, the slaves. They all shared similar features as Kul. But they looked malnourished. Many of them didn't even have clothes, and they stood naked. There were kids as small as babies, wrapped in clothes on their mother's back. There were also toddlers, hiding behind the knees of others. Then there were old, hunchbacked seniors. One thing they all had in common was their eyes. They were full of exhaustion, fear, pain and hope.

~Kul said this is supposed to be the most recent mine with the most normal-looking Moranians. I can't imagine what's the condition around the planets. They are probably as thin as sticks, women raped, children tormented, stolen from their childhood and innocence. THIS IS BARBARIC!~

Hell's Inquisitor was taking over his mind now. These were sinners, no less than the evil spirits he exorcised. They deserved to be killed brutally. So he made a declaration for all poor souls near him. There were tens of thousands. He raised his fist up and bellowed, "MORANIANS! FREEDOM—IS—HERE!"

"AAAA..." Without wasting a second, he raised both his palms and grabbed the lizard alien's head in between.

He lifted him up and pressed on it, "Your madness now ends!"

"RAAAA..." *BAM BAM*

The Alien tried to wriggle; agony was making him go crazy. Finally, he took out his blaster and started frantically shooting Hector. But no amount of those stopped him.

"Remember this name when you arrive at hell. It was Hector King Washington who killed you. And for this, a special welcome awaits you!"

"NOOOO... AAA..."

The aline's skull started to crack, blood vessels burst, and his eyes turned completely red, as dark red blood began to ooze out of his nostrils, ears, eyes and mouth.

"M-MERCY!"

Hector pressed harder, his grey eyes shining, "NO! ONLY FREEDOM!"

*PLOP!*

Like a small lemon squashed under the tyre of a car, the skull burst open from the top, releasing all the blood and brain matter out like it was a spray. The blood then fell on Hector as if it was rain. His white hair, beard and his face turned red with the droplets.

But Hector didn't stop just there. He pressed the skull completely, to the point the bones turned into a messy paste of blood and brain matter. The white chunks of the skull looked more like a seasoning over it.

*THUD*

The body fell, releasing more blood and creating a puddle. Then, done with the leader, he turned his face to glance at nearly a thousand other lackeys of the same lizard race.

But just his cold glace was enough. The reddened face and hair were scarier than death at that moment.

"WE SURRENDER!"

"ME TOO!"

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"

"FORGIVE ME!"

One by one, all 1,365 armed enslavers laid down their weapons and sat down on their knees, hands raised behind their heads.

Hector looked at the Moranians, "Take the guns,"

They were too scared to defy him right now. So they did as asked. The abled men picked up the guns.

Next, Hector's face turned darkly, "SHOOT THEM ALL!"

"NOOO!"

*BANG*

It didn't take long for the first bullet to fire. The pain, the torture and the anger were too much, and it was all coming out now. As they shot their guns, again and again, riddling the bodies of their tormentors with holes, their eyes cried.

These were tears of healing. Finally, they let themselves go, and one by one, they started kneeling, their bodies feeling too weak.

Hector took out the communicator and messaged all Ravagers, "KILL ALL SLAVERS ON SIGHT! NO MERCY!"

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