u/reaponder123

Author notes: Hi! So age of marvels is something I love writing but that admitedly takes a long while to write due to university and other things causing me to not have much time to focus on something with a plotline that goes through multiple chapters... So my solution to keep giving content about this crossover while not rushing chapters of the main story is this! A spin off series named after a marvel anthology comic that will tell stories on this crossover world that are interesting but not important to the main story.

Matar looked at the other five dossurs with him. , Sermir, Leter, Folor, Nakir and Honar. A janitor, two guards, and two young apprentices that had come to this ship as part of a internship that now had gone horribly wrong. Damnit! He was the captain! He should have noticed sooner that something was odd... But no. He trusted that the ship was too small for something dangerous to them to enter. That the guards didn't need to keep an eye out for anything. And because of that now they had paid the price. They now had two dangerous beings in a dossur ship. And he did mean dangerous. Even a non dossur would have a hard time with these creatures! He had no doubt!

"Captain... We need to take the fight to them! These creatures already took half of our crew!" Said one of the guards, Folor to be precise. She knew well how to pull emotional strings... But he would not let them all die just for revenge. That was just so... Predatorial.

"No... We need to attack back yes. But with a plan. Something like... Like a trap!"Matar exclaimed though not very loudly. One of the creatures had good hearing. "Both creatures seem to hate each other... What if we can trick one to go after the other while they are on one of the airlocks and when they both are on it... We send them away!"

"Not a bad idea... But one problem. how we get one on the airlocks at all?" Honar asked. The grey furred Dossur seemed oddly calm all things considered... Predator disease? No. Don't think about this now. Think about surviving...

"If the captain would allow... I have a suggestion on how we get one there..." Sermir the janitor spoke, trembling in fear. She was obviously not handling with all of this well. Though honestly he could use more people like that at the moment.

"Permission granted. Say your sugestion, Semir."

"W-well sir... The smaller of the things inside although still bigger than us it is not by that much... And he does seem to have been inside the ship for longer and only started really causing trouble when the other thing started to attack us too... So although fighing the two of them is not a good idea... m-maybe we can fight that one and together we can beat it? I mean everyone who we lost to it was alone when it happened... And then we put it as bait on the airlock-"

"...That.... That could work." Folor thought outloud, and the other guard noded.

The two apprentices also seemed to like that plan if the lack of any spoken issues with it were anything to go by.

"Well seems like we have a plan then." Matar's ears flickered in hapiness. Finally, something good for them.

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The six dossurs walked together. Well except for one that walked in front of them by quite a bit. That being Folor.

Hopefully they were right that the predator was going for those isolated and that it would not notice the rest of them until it was too late...

It happened quickly. Folor was walking and then she was tied onto a net that had come from nowhere! A net that looked... artificial?

Before any of the dossurs could exclaim surprise the predator who sent that net left the shadows, revealing... a furred creature of similar size to dossurs. Wearing some sort of clothing, and with weapons. A lot of weapons. Clothing... weapons... this... this predator was sapient!?

"Attack!" He ordered as fast as he could. If this thing could think then the danger was even bigger than they had thought!

Shots were fired. But not by any of the dossurs. No. By the creature who shot fast with some sort of gun. Sermir was the first one to be hit. Falling unconscious but not dead... at least that was something.

Folor ,who although restricted was still awake, threw herself at the beast that dodged her attack before shooting again. Another dossur was now unconscious...

He himself shot multiple times with the gun at his hand. He was no expert but he would not let this thing hurt his crew anymore than it already had! With each shot of his weapon, he trembled, unaccustomed with the feeling.

And the larger furred creature dodged expertedly as if it had done that many times before. Then went for multiple fast shots, hitting all dossurs except for him... damnit! He shot once again at the same time as the creature shot the electric weapon at him.

As Matar felt the electricity paralyzed his body, the energy making all his fur go high and make his vision extremely blurry as the pain became stronger and stronger... The dossur heard one sentence before being consumed by darkness.

"Flarking bastard actually hit me!"

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For a moment as he opened his eyes, Matar considered that everything before had been a dream... That he had not been shot by some predator. That no one in his team had been shot by a predator or eaten by another.

That moment was brief however for the first thing he saw after his eyes accustomed to the lighing of the room was the predator from before.

"It... it was not a dream.."

"Yeah. And now you and your buddies will help me, understood?'

To that he could think of only one awnser.

"... DONT EAT ME!!!"

The predator looked at him with a expression that was hard to figure out... then he put his hand on his own face?

"Are... you... serious!?" The predator snarled. "You really think I kept you alive just so I would eat you!? What are you, a Son of a Sch'ma!?"

"W-well that is something that the arxur would do..."

"...Do I look like a reptile to you!?"

"N-no! You look like uh... Something? A mammal? Probably?"

He really did not know why but in some odd ways the predator actually reminded him of his own kind... Just... How was that possible!?

"Hmmf. That's right. I am a mammal. Name is Rocket. And though I am no softie that goes around helping random people... I also won't let that thing that is here besides us,eat all your crew. So guess what? I am helping you."This ... Rocket said. His voice sounding more and more like a snarl. Just what sort of game was this predator playing? Helping them? What!?

"You want me to believe that you, a predator, wants to help us!?"

"Well from my point of view you all have only two options... Or you don't help me and we all probably die. Or you help me and most of you all survive. Besides even if you don't trust me, which i get why anyone wouldn't, I am still the far less dangerous thing when compared to a Flerken."

"F-flerken? What are you talking about?"

"Never heard of them? Heh. Well sorry to ruin your innocence I guess." The creature called Rocket said withouth a single hint of actually being sorry. "They are these small freaks that have giant tentacles on their mouths and can eat practically anything. It takes a good while for them to digest though... so hey if we do deal with it, your guys will probably still be alive. So what will it be? We work together? Or not?"

...He hated what he was about to say. He hated it so much. Yet... Matar had no choice. This truly seemed like was the best option. He just hoped this did not come from insanity.

"Fine. We will work with you. But my crew better still be alive like you said, Rocket." If they weren't... He would never forgive himself for working with a predator.

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Part one of the plan... Managing to spot the creature. That was surprisingly easy thanks to a tracker that this "rocket" had managed to put on it. And when they all finally were face to face with the abomination... Matar was shocked. Around the size of his species, with eyes that looked like daggers, and way more fur than one would expect on a feline... Its flufiness was actually almost... cute. Of course the eyes, the claws and the fact it had eaten others of his crew made him know it was not cute. In fact if it really had a pocket dimension for a stomach like Rocket had explained then this might be the most evil creature he had ever seen. Though he admitedly did not understand how that would work biology wise...

As for part two of the plan...

"ATTACK! WITH ALL YOU HAVE!" Rocket shouted

Well that was the second part. They would fight it and buy time for that machine Rocket was working on to activate.

They ran at the creature. Weapons held, and on the case of one of the guards, a gun. With each swing of the bastons they held, the creature dodged as if it was nothing, and when Leter pointed their gun and shot... ot ate it as if the shot was nothing! .... this thing... it really could eat anything!

It then opened its mouth and from it large tentacles that seemed way too big to reside inside it appeared. The tentacles lashed. Acting almost as biological whips! One of them hit Folor sending them to a wall. Another held Leter as if it was helding a tool. And another tentacles slapped Nakir with enough stenght to make them fall to the ground.

"Rocket! For how long we have to hold this thing!?" He shouted.

"JUST ONE MORE MINUTE!" the talking predator shouted from afar. Tinkering with something.

One minute... they could do one minute... they had to be able to do it!

"Hey! Fluff ball!" Matar said to the creature. Hitting the floor with a batton. The noise catching the full attention of the creature. "Yeah! I am talking to you!"

It screeched and let Leter fall from its grip as all tentacles went after him.

Matar did what came first to his mind. He ran and jumped non stop. Only not leaving the room because of that stupid plan needing them to be not that far away. At each swing of the tentacles, the beast seemed to get closer to hitting him. It was practically pure luck if he would survive long enough.

And eventually the luck did not favor him anymore. The dossur felt immense pain as a tentacles hit his back and sent him to the floor. He had not broken any bone of his at least... but the pain was too big. He would not get up in time.

"This is it huh?" Matar whispered to himself.

ZOMP

That noise ringed in the air as if thunder had struck flesh. Just... what was that!? Well whatever it was its seemed to have made him not die yet. So he would not complain.

The small being got up slowly and looked where the monster was at. The flerken... it was down. Toasted. Literally. Its tentacles fried. Its fur blackened where it was struck at by whatever hit it.

"Hah! Told you I just needed a minute." That voice... it was of Rocket!

He looked at the direction of the predator and saw him near what seemed to be a gun as big as him. The machine he was working on previously... it had worked! For once he was glad to see such a large weapon aimed somewhat at his direction.

"Fine. I admit. You did well Rocket." Matar's ears went up in a happy way as he said that.

"Of course I did. I always do." Rocket walked away from the gun. Moving closer to the Flerken. And then kicking the creature's belly with as much strenght as he could muster.

It took a moment but then as if giant fruits somehow leaving a small can, the rest of his crew was vomited out.

wait... vomited!? Was it still alive!?

"Is... Is this thing not de-"

"It is." Rocket said while doing a strange expression on his face. He was not sure what it meant. But it involved almost closing his eyes. "But it's body is still functioning. Gross, I know. But its what happens to dead things. Takes a bit for them to stop fully working. Guessing you never learned that huh? Anyway your guys seem alive. Just knocked out."

"..."Matar closed his eyes. "So. What now? Don't get me wrong. I am thankful you saved my crew but if we tell someone about you helping us... well we all will be declared to have predator disease and will put us on a facility."

The predator chuckled at that. "Then dont tell them! Now where is the escape pods or whatever is the equivalent you all have?"

"Take a turn to the left then two to the right and you should find it- wait actually i have a question for you. How did you even end up on the ship in the first place? Or the flerken?" His went fully up from being scared at some of the possibie awnsers to that... but he had to know.

"Hmmf. Guess I owe you that after you and your guys were basically fancy bait huh? Alright so here is the deal. I crashed on the planet you and your crew came from. Thankfully for me my ship managed to trick your sensors on thinking it was a asteroid. From there it was a matter of getting to the spaceport while hidden and entering one of the ships. Luckly for you all I happened to choose your ship." He turned around and started to walk away while still talking. "As for the Flerken?They reproduce via eggs. And said eggs can survive a really long time. Now do the calculus, genius."

"...The weird rock we saw on the sensors and the scientists asked we to bring inside..." He realized as he spoke... That was the egg.

"Yup. Now if you give me a moment I gotta go. And remember. Keep it a secret about my visit."

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It had been a few hours since all the stuff involving the two predators had transpired. And there was one thing that had become clear. Rocket might have helped them but he also seemingly stole from them. That... would be hard to explain

"I should be angry, you know? But honestly considering he didn't eat us? And even helped beat the other predator? I find this a small price to pay. Wouldn't you say so? "

Folor seemed unsure what to say before replying with a "Sure captain... You aren't the one who will have to write down everything that went missing..."

Well... Guess the happiness for being alive after all that was gone. It was back to angry at their jobs for the crew. Not that he could exactly blame them. That one task in specific sounded horrible.