u/MajestorGladiator

Gladiator sat on a throne in the Shi'ar capital ship. The pride of the Shi'ar Empire fleet. His throne was simple. Unlike some of his predecessors, Kallark felt no need to flaunt opulence. He allowed his actions to show why he was Majestor.

He waited patiently for his guests to arrive. He had signaled them to arrive with haste. There was a small respite in the current war. It would not last.

They had all been communicating regularly throughout this galactic threat. But now was the time for an official convening.

The Annihilators were back...and they were ready for what was coming.

Gladiator rises to his feet in the epicenter of the massive hole in the ground that his attacker and himself had caused from their impact onto the surface of the small moon.

As the Shi'ar Majestor stands, his eyes glow. He is angry..and he will give no quarter.

You dare strike me!

Gladiator unleashes his eye beams at Hyperion, twin streaks of red energy that pierce the darkness of space.

Gladiator streaks through space circling a planet. With his vision he could see the battle below. He recognized many of the familiar faces of X-Men. He was grateful they had heeded the message he had sent Beta Ray Bill to deliver.

However, his task today was unfortunate. Despite his satisfaction with these new allies...Abigail Brand, Earth's chosen defender, was harboring one of his Empire's biggest threats.

He had already warned Deathbird once, to return to her exile, stay out of these affairs. She had chosen to ignore him.

So Kallark now found himself floating in front of the Falchion. Arms crossed, confidence certain, an air of command in his stance.

Abigail Brand. Your aid is appreciated but you are harboring an enemy of the Shi'ar Empire. Turn her over...and our alliance can continue without further issue.

Turn over Deathbird. Now.

Gladiator streaked across the battlefield, his crimson cape snapping behind him as a colossal Skrull dreadnought filled his vision, an immense, city sized behemoth of jagged armor plating, bristling with planet cracking weaponry and swarms of fighter craft.

While his fellow warriors on this day would deal with other things. Gladiator decided to go for the Flagship of this fleet.

The Shi’ar warrior’s eyes narrowed with unshakeable confidence, his powers surging to their peak. “For the Shi'ar Empire!” he bellowed. He slammed into the ship’s forward shields at speed, shattering the energy barriers in a cataclysmic explosion of sparks. His fists, capable of leveling mountains, punched straight through the reinforced hull, tearing open a gaping wound that vented atmosphere and crew into space.

Inside the breach, Gladiator unleashed his heat vision in twin beams of searing intensity, carving through decks and bulkheads like a plasma torch. Skrull warriors fired disintegrator cannons and shifted into monstrous forms, but their attacks bounced harmlessly off his invulnerable skin. With a roar of effort, he grabbed the edge of the massive primary reactor housing and ripped it free, hurling the glowing core through the ship’s spine. Chain reactions detonated in the wake, entire sections of the dreadnought erupting in brilliant orange fireballs before being put out by the vacuum of space.

The massive vessel began to break apart, its fractured hull tumbling in its destruction, as Gladiator burst out the far side, hovering amid the expanding debris field. He crossed his arms over his chest, eyes glowing, daring any surviving Skrull ships to approach. The fleets flagship was now nothing but glowing wreckage drifting through the stars as Shi'ar ships closed in on the remaining Skrull vessels.

I am Kallark. The Gladiator. Praetor of the Shi'ar Imperial Guard. Enforcer of the eternal space. Majestor of the people. In the endless expanse, where stars are born and die in the blink of eternity, I stand as both guardian and a weapon.

My strength can sunder worlds, my speed outpaces light itself, and my gaze burns with the raw power of a supernova, yet these gifts weigh upon me.

I have shattered moons and broken planets not in rage, but in solemn necessity. I have crushed threats, wondering each time what purpose the universe still holds for one such as I.

Duty is my constant companion, a quiet fire that never dims. Loyalty to the Empire had been my creed for so long. I have fought against the tide of darkness. Chosen, again and again, to be the shield that preserves order amidst chaos. For the throne, for the harmony of the stars, and for all that must endure... I will face whatever comes.