The days passed, and more and more people underwent the transformation to an astarte's; the others were injected with the perfected supersoldier serum's, be it a citizen's elderly or even kid's, they were injected with it, after all, their world is about to become one that requires strength for survival,thankfully those serum's were considered old tech for the human empire, so the chose to leave it behind.
The astartes were given their armour, further increasing their power, now being a force to be reckoned with. The supersoldiers, with their increased cognitive capabilities, started making plans on how to use the technology they were given to its utmost potential. Where will their base of operations be? How will they take care of more than one billion people? Food wasn't a problem; there was a lot of it left behind and even if there wasn't, they had also received technology that allowed for food cloning.
What the actual problem was, was how to keep order; humans were humans after all,no matter how united, conflict would still exist,and conflict was something they currently could not afford,so they chose the old-fashioned way, big men with big guns that looked too threatening to provoke,they may act polite with bright smiles on their face's yet still their height of 2.4 meter's wasn't exactly comforting nor did it make them look harmless.
And so they simply send astartes to patrol the streets,a temporary solution until they find more efficient ways to keep order, without intimidation as the main factor.
On an alley, a woman could be heard screaming for help,her desperate voice echoing through the empty streets.
Slap!
A slap landed on her cheek, leaving a red mark. She was grabbed by the throat and slammed to the ground.
"Shut up bitch!"said the lustful and crazed man holding her down. The man was nothing sort of disgusting; his clothes were filled with dirt and dried blood, along with white marks that smelled suspiciously fishy. His face was full of scars that seemed to be from nails. He had a dirty brown beard,and his head was full of bald spots.
Zip!
He unzipped his pants, causing the woman to start sobbing in despair and fear,however before he could even blink.
Slap!
Crack!
An armoured hand slapped him in the side of his head,and the shivering sound of bone breaking echoed in the alley. The man collapsed to the floor, his body entirely motionless.
The man who slapped him was an astarte who happened to be patrolling nearby. He rushed here the moment he heard the woman's cries, and when he saw that lustful man above her, he slapped him with a bit more strength than he should have.An Astarte has enough strength to shatter the skull of a normal human just with a flick of his pinky finger,yet the fact that the man's head was intact was more than a miracle.
The astartes didn't even glance at the possibly dead man and simply went to comfort the probably traumatised woman. He helped her up and walked her to her home. On the way, she constantly expressed her gratitude for being saved.
"It is my duty, ma'am, no need for gratitude. "said the astarte. When he saw that they reached the woman's house, he waved her goodbye,watching her figure enter the apartment in a hurry, still shaken by what almost happened to her.
The Astarte retrieved his gaze from the apartment and sighed while shaking his armoured head and continued his patrol.
Back into the Marvel universe, on a distant solar system, there was a blue planet 73% larger in radius and 5.6 times the mass of Earth. It was LHS 1140 b, known as the super Earth, now inhabited by the human empire that was forced to flee its home planet.
Somewhere on the planet, a giant futuristic city made of metal was under construction,thank to the human empire's highly advanced technology. The construction of the megacity was almost complete, needing at most another 1 and a half months to be completed.
In the middle of the megacity was a giant futuristic castle made of metal with the symbol of a shield engraved on it.
Inside an office, two people could be heard having a heated argument.
"WHY IS ELDRIN STILL ON EARTH?!DID YOU UNGRATEFUL FOOL'S LEAVE HIM BEHIND!?"Shouted Erskine as he smashed the metal table into metal shards while looking at two custodians clad in golden armour,in anger.
However, the custodians were standing still, unfazed by their emperor's tantrum; they had been tasked by the Darkling himself to prevent the emperor from getting to him.
One of the custodians bowed and spoke with respect.
"The darkling chose to stay behind to protect the portal that led to the 2 world, sir. We cannot possibly stop him."
But Erskine wasn't having it; his friend was protecting a doomed world,dooming himself too in the process,he could not let him die,not today and not ever.
Erskin was about to teleport away, but 4 mutated custodians appeared behind him and grabbed him, preventing him from getting away.One custodian spoke with a firm but respectful voice.
"We cannot let you go, sir. The Darkling himself has tasked us to prevent you from getting to him at all costs."
But when the custodian looked back at the already gone Erskine, he muttered.
"Shit"
"Well that didn't go well whatsoever. "The ancient one's amused voice broke the tense silence.
A mutated custodian nodded in agreement.
"Indeed"