[Next... direction?]
Standing by the warship's window, looking at the Chitauri homeworld that was now close at hand, Beckett's mind was still replaying the scenes his adoptive father, Thanos, had described to him.
"Your Highness Beckett, we are about to arrive at Chitauri Prime. Please prepare yourself." After returning to the Dark Order, the Artificial Intelligence Woz had left the Babel Tower system and found a well-made battleship.
"Tsk, tsk, Thanos really trusts you, giving you an entire planet to manage," Astra, who was also on the battleship, said as he wiped a wine stain from his beard, marveling.
Astra, who insisted on witnessing his enemy's death with his own eyes, had chosen Beckett over Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight. The reason was simple: at least he had some understanding of Beckett's strength.
"Hm? Isn't that the sycophant?"
Astra hadn't seen The Other since arriving in the Dark Order yesterday, but here he was. Appearing with The Other were Chitauri soldiers stretching as far as the eye could see.
"Your Highness Beckett, the fleet composition is complete!" The Other, hearing Astra call him a sycophant, glared fiercely at the nonchalant Astra before respectfully saluting Beckett.
"Your Highness Beckett, here is the resource consumption list for this operation. Please review it."
The Other waved the Azure Scepter in his hand, and a light screen immediately appeared before Beckett.
"Also, I have some good news to tell you. During this evolution, I tried adding the energy of the Casket of Ancient Winters, so our army now has a batch of soldiers who can use ice magic."
"However, due to resource depletion, I didn't create too many soldiers with this ability."
"Oh, and I've also found the manufacturing technology for mechanical behemoths left by the former Chitauri King. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be debugged and synthesized within three months, ready to be deployed onto the battlefield."
"These behemoths..."
One by one, The Other presented the results of his hard work to Beckett, making Astra's eyelids twitch.
As a knowledgeable researcher, he could naturally see how powerful the "weapons" The Other had brought out were.
[I didn't realize this sycophant had any use beyond flattery.]
Seeing all the information, Astra glanced at The Other, who beamed with joy at Beckett's affirmation.
Well, that's all the ambition he has.
"Proxima Midnight will be here soon to take over the army. Organize these things and leave them for her."
After reviewing the extensive data, Beckett affirmed The Other's work and then made a decision that stunned him.
"Take... take over the army?!"
The Other's speech became a little slurred with shock. If he remembered correctly, Chitauri Prime had been gifted to Beckett by Thanos. Why was Proxima Midnight coming to take over now?
"Your Highness Beckett, Lady Proxima Midnight has arrived."
Woz's voice from his wristband reminded Beckett. He glanced at the stunned The Other. "Is there a problem?"
"No, no." A strong survival instinct made The Other shake his head quickly. How Thanos allocated resources was Thanos's business; he, a mere underling, should just focus on his own duties.
The Other absolutely did not believe that Beckett had lost Thanos's trust, leading to the ownership of Chitauri Prime being revoked.
After all, everyone in the Dark Order could see how much Thanos valued Beckett.
"Beckett, where's the data?"
Proxima Midnight's warship slowly descended. A woman clad in black armor emerged from the hatch and walked towards Beckett.
"The Other will transfer it to your warship," Beckett replied, turning his head.
"Understood." Proxima Midnight looked at The Other and nodded. She remembered Beckett's most loyal subordinate, but what she remembered most vividly was his ubiquitous "Congratulations."
No matter what Beckett did, his congratulations were always present, never late.
"Oh, right. Corvus asked me to tell you that he's uploaded all the data on the current opponent to the information database. You can check it directly."
"Don't disappoint Father. Though you never have," Proxima Midnight said, patting Beckett's shoulder with a smile as she gazed at the man she had watched grow from infancy.
"Annoying."
Beckett glanced at Proxima Midnight's right hand on his shoulder and curled his lip dismissively.
He would never disappoint Thanos, not in the past, and not in the future.
"I still think you were cuter when you were little," Proxima Midnight said, clapping her hands. Several soldiers emerged from the warship, pushing a Full Moon Image Creator.
"This is your power amplifier. Don't lose it this time; we don't have many in stock. Good luck. Corvus and I will be waiting for your good news on Planet U40."
Shrugging, Proxima Midnight, having delivered the package, counted the Chitauri soldiers and left Chitauri Prime with them.
"Your Highness Beckett, this...?" The bewildered The Other looked at the figure before him.
"Bring the Casket of Ancient Winters and prepare to depart," Beckett commanded directly, with no intention of explaining.
Though confused about what was happening, the dazed The Other obediently went to the Chitauri evolution crystal, retrieved the Casket of Ancient Winters embedded in it, and trudged onto Beckett's warship.
"Woz, connect to Corvus Glaive's information database, download the mission-related information, set the destination, and prepare for spatial jump."
After watching Woz maneuver the mechanical arm to push the Full Moon Image Creator onto the warship, Beckett, buckled into his seat, gave the order.
"As you command, Your Highness Beckett."
"Logging into the information database... Login successful. Information download complete..."
"Destination: Planet U40, location of the Seventh Army of the Skrull Empire. Target individuals: Baltan, Gesra."
"Approaching spatial jump point in ten seconds. Initiating spatial jump."
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
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