Marvel 147

Meanwhile, Max stood floating in the sky, looking up at the massive Dark Elf mothership hovering over Earth.

"Hmm… I want it," he mused, smirking as he began moving toward it.

Even as chaos erupted below, he didn't seem the least bit worried.

In fact, he was curious—wondering what Fury would do now that the situation was escalating.

Max found the whole thing amusing, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he hovered just outside the enemy ship.

A squad of Dark Elf patrols stood nearby, but they couldn't see him—

Because he wasn't physically there.

Max's stealth abilities made him practically invisible, allowing him to observe freely.

"Well, I guess it's time to get to work."

With that, he flew straight toward the mothership, phasing through its outer defenses and entering the massive warship undetected.

"Let's keep it as intact as possible," he murmured, scanning the dark corridors of the ship.

He had just infiltrated the heart of the enemy.

Max materialized inside the mothership's dark corridors, his body still cloaked in stealth energy, making him completely undetectable.

The interior of the ship was sleek, cold, and eerily silent. Dark metal walls pulsed faintly with red runes, their energy shifting as the ship remained in full battle mode.

Max smirked. "Creepy aesthetic. I like it."

As he moved deeper inside, he sensed dozens of Dark Elf soldiers patrolling the halls, their movements precise and coordinated.

But they had no idea he was there.

Max raised his hand, and his golden eyes flashed.

With just a thought—

Every electronic system on the ship flickered.

The lights dimmed, security cameras shut down, and the Dark Elves paused, momentarily confused.

Max grinned. "This ship is mine now."

He reached out with his Technomancy, sending waves of command signals through the ship's systems, rewriting them in real-time.

The ship's A.I. resisted at first, but it was nothing compared to what he had faced before.

Within seconds—

Max had full control.

 holographic interface appeared in front of him, displaying the entire ship's systems.

Weapons? Online.

Engines? Functional.

Navigation? Fully accessible.

Max smirked, sitting down in the command chair like he owned the place.

"Let's see what this thing can do."

He swiped his hand, scanning the battlefield outside. The Dark Elves were still attacking Earth, unaware that their flagship was no longer theirs.

Max's grin widened.

"Time to turn the tide."

Max tapped a single button—

And every Dark Elf warship in the fleet received new orders.

The command?

Leave Earth.

Max smirked. "With this, the damage will be minimized."

As the fleet began withdrawing, a communication request appeared on the mothership's console.

"Hmm?" Max muttered, checking the sender. "Oh, looks like their leader finally noticed something's wrong."

The holographic screen flickered, showing a Dark Elf commander's face, his expression twisted in confusion and anger.

Max grinned, muting the transmission. "Yeah, not interested in whatever speech you're about to give."

Instead, he turned his attention to the Earth's battlefield, watching as the Dark Elf ground troops were left behind, completely abandoned by their retreating ships.

Max chuckled to himself. "Poor guys thought they could take over Earth. They might just shit their pants if they realized what kind of monsters actually live here."

From his vantage point, he could see the chaos unfolding below—

With the Dark Elves deserted, they were now at the mercy of the each nation army, though the are Dark Elves with laser guns but now with out the cover of the ships the are now sitting ducks ready to be slaughter.

Thor, watching the ships flee, frowned. "What is this? Why are they leaving?"

Fury, standing beside him, narrowed his eyes. "No idea. But I've got a damn good guess."

Hill's voice crackled over the comms. "Director! The enemy fleet is retreating! But they've left their ground forces behind!"

Fury sighed, shaking his head. "Max."

Thor smirked. "Perhaps he is more of an ally than you thought."

Scoff

Fury scoffed, his frustration evident as he glared at the retreating Dark Elf fleet.

"That bastard… I can bet he hijacked their ships just to get one for himself," Fury muttered under his breath.

Then, turning to his comms, he barked, "Kill these damn aliens. Wipe them out."

The S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives on the battlefield received the order, and within moments, the Dark Elves—now completely abandoned and without backup—were swiftly overwhelmed.

Marie Hill approached Fury, her tablet in hand. "Sir, there's something you should see."

She brought up a live feed from the battlefield.

Fury narrowed his eyes, watching as several nations' militaries and independent organizations weren't killing the Dark Elves outright—but instead, imprisoning them.

"They're capturing them?" Fury frowned. "Why the hell would they do that?"

Hill hesitated before responding. "They think they can learn something new from them."

Fury's frown deepened, his paranoia flaring.

"Idiots."

He turned back to Hill.

"I don't care what they think they'll learn. Have our agents execute every last one of these aliens. No prisoners."

Hill nodded, stepping away to relay the orders.

Fury crossed his arms, watching the battlefield unfold.

Even though the invasion was over, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in his gut.

And that uneasy feeling had a name.

Max Ryder.

"Well, I think this is actually a good thing," Fury muttered to himself, staring at the retreating Dark Elf fleet. "Since that bastard got himself a live space ship, maybe he'll finally leave Earth alone and take his chaos somewhere else."

He nodded at his own thought, as if convincing himself.

Meanwhile—

Inside the Dark Elf Mothership

Max stood before the kneeling Dark Elf leader, who was trembling before him.

The leader had attempted to fight back after realizing the ship had been hijacked, but—

Max easily overwhelmed him.

Even though the Dark Elves were powerful, they weren't much without the Aether—and without Malekith leading them, they were nothing more than desperate remnants of a fallen empire.

Max tilted his head, staring down at the defeated leader. "Hmm… should I just kill you all?"

The Dark Elves flinched, awaiting their fate.

Suddenly—

[Host can use some UP to fuse all the Dark Elves into a single entity—an enhanced version of their leader, without their usual weaknesses.]

Max smirked. "Oh? That's interesting."

He glanced at the remaining Dark Elf warriors, then at their female elites.

"Well… no point in keeping a bunch of extras. Might as well create one ultimate version."

He snapped his fingers, pointing at one of the female Dark Elves—a tall, silver-haired warrior with sharp, elegant features.

"Fuse them all into her."

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