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After his fight with ArcLight, Shi'a felt strange.  For the first time in his life he'd let his target live.  For the first time in his life he had disobeyed a direct order from his father, and it felt strange.  He was conflicted.  How many more lives would it take for his father to be happy?  Shi'a wondered what else he could do to put a stop to it all.  He wanted his father to stop, but he didn't want to be the one to stop him.  Guilt welled up inside of him as he found himself strolling through the park.  He floated, in his mortal shell, and humans gasped as they watched him for a brief moment before scurrying away.  He was so absentminded that he hadn't realized what he was doing.  He felt a sudden tug in his being and his eyes wandered over to a bench where a man was huddle on and what looked to be a galaxy in humanoid form.  Shi'a eyes took in the sight as he hovered closer.

"Have you murdered him?" Shi'a asked, quite intrigued by whatever the being was that had the power to form light in its hands.  "That's quite a nice trick you have there."

"Hm?" Quasar's attention was pulled from the frozen face of the man. He had been so caught up in his pity and mourning of this stranger that he hadn't even noticed the odd being approaching him. Not that it mattered much; being effectively indestructible gave him quite a bit of leeway for sloppiness. 


"Oh, no, I don't believe I'm quite capable of such," Quasar's form shifted to observe his new company. He nodded at the compliment. "Thank you. Perhaps you could help me find this gentleman a more respectful end. It's such a shame to see a human life wasted like this." 


Quasar gave off the energy of someone who had found a dead turtle along the highway. This deceased human was completely inconsequential to him, and yet, he couldn't help but wish he could have done something. He, an infinitely greater and more powerful being, felt as though somehow, the shortcomings of this world were his own to bear as well. After all, what chance had this poor fellow had against such a cruel and unforgiving existence?

"Such a shame.  You found him like this."

Shi'a hovered over to the man and examined him.  Needle marks trailed along the man's arms.  His bear was crusted with bile and his eyes, though lifeless, held a pain within them, a pain that the man had finally escaped.  Shi'a reached out and moved a stray hair from the man's face.  He didn't know this man, but he was somehow curious as to the cause of his death even though in the back of his mind he felt he knew the answer to his question.  The needle marks alone told the story.

"How do you presume he died?"

"Admittedly, my knowledge is limited on the subject," Quasar's voice crackled, "But it appears to be some sort of drug overdose. It's becoming increasingly common among the impoverished. The siren call of a few moments of bliss becomes too loud when everything else around you is miserable." 

For a galaxy spectral form, Quasar was surprisingly expressive. Despite his face consisting only of two brightly glowing eyes, his shoulders slumped in a sad sort of way, and his head tilted to the side as if he was trying his best to understand. Death wasn't something he ever had to fear, but he knew how significant it was to mortals. 

"Perhaps there is someone we can call? A non-emergency line that can come to collect him?"

Shi'a took a moment to consider Quasar's words and sighed.  This was the world he lived in, the world he protected with every fiber of his being.  He enforced his father's ways and this was the payout for what he did.  This man, who probably had a family, had resorted to drugs to ease whatever demons he was rustling with.  It was sad to behold and Shi'a reached into his pocket to dial 911.  He gave them the information they asked and slid the phone back into his pocket before gazing at Quasar.

"You're connection with humans is quite fascinating, but I know you are not of this realm.  Your form is that of a ghast, a spirit, and I bet if it..." Shi'a hovered over to Quasar and reached out his hand only for it to phase into Quasar before he pulled it back.  His hand was frozen.  "As I thought.  We aren't that different you and I, but tell me what is your name?"

His hand flexed and the ice cracked around his hand, shattering to the ground as he looked at it.  He couldn't remember the last time he felt pain of any kind.  Even now, he wondered what it felt like to bleed, to hear death's voice in one's ear.

While his new companion used the phone, Quasar hung back at a safe distance so as to not disturb the electronic during the call. Once he was finished, the space specter slowly drifted back over. He blinked as the man spoke and then ran a hand through his form. It wasn't advisable to do so, but clearly this fellow was unbothered. He didn't seem quite human. Not in the way that Quasar's super powered friends didn't seem human. This one seemed nonhuman in a more...sideways sort of way. 

"I am Quasar," He said in a more chipper tone, "But before I came to Earth, I had no name. There is no word in any human language for entities such as I, as they are exceptionally uncommon. A good friend of mine, Dr. Reed Richards, has informed me that my presence on Earth is the first contact of the sort. You also seem to be not of this world, but not from outer space, I gather?"

His name is Quasar.  Shi'a closed his eyes for a moment.  How interesting that he would run into the very individual he wanted to speak to.  He tilted his head.  Quasar was asking him a question, but also giving him information.  His assumptions were true in that Quasar was not of this world.  That was something they shared.  Shi'a was not of this realm.  His existence was on going, never ending, much like Quasar.

"You are correct in your observation Quasar.  My name is Shi'a.  I ran into one of your colleagues earlier, a man known as ArcLight.  He's a rather handsome man, but I digress.  He put up quite the fight too; however, it seems as though I've found my true target."

Shi'a smiled whimsically at Quasar.

"Tell me, how did you come to be on this blue orb we call Earth?  Why have you been targetting the KingPin's warehouses?"

Quasar tilted his head again as he blinked at the man. "If you aim to hurt me, then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. It is not possible."

He turned back to look at the man on the bench. Flashing lights and sirens were approaching from the distance. Soon, this area would be flooded with EMTs and police investigators. 

"I came to Earth to stop a great injustice from happening. I failed. Now, I suppose I just seek to stop slightly smaller injustices. If the Kingpin and others like him didn't poison these streets, then people like this poor man might have had a fighting chance. Instead, humans like the Kingpin profit off of the suffering, grief, and poverty that they themselves take part in creating. I may not technically have a heart or a soul, but even I can see how that is wrong."

Quasar turned back to look at Shi'a. Through his swirling form, the red and blue lights of a squad car appeared around the corner. 

"Relax, I wouldn't attack you for you've given me no reason to," Shi'a said as he moved closer to Quasar noticing the red and blue lights of the squad car.  Their conversation would soon end, but he wanted to make sure it wasn't the last time they would see one another.  There weren't many if any at all of their kind or rather anyone who understood him the way Quasar could.  

"This man will be given a proper burial, I will make sure of it," Shi'a said. 

He had attempted to block out the harm that his father was causing.  Even if his hands were directly involved with distribution, he was the head of it and could stop it, but the money was too much of a driving force for the man.  Shi'a wanted there to be better options than delivering poison to the people of the world.  He had managed to educate so many on various business ventures, and had grown his father's business in a legitimate way, but the drugs had to stop.  Shi'a looked down at the results of of the poison that coursed through the streets, the poison his father and his men distributed.

"The drugs have to be stopped, but I cannot do this alone.  I can't face him.  Quasar, it is beings like you and Arclight that will clean the streets, not me.  How can I go against the man who raised me and protected me?  I fear I don't have the strength to do it." 

Quasar knew they didn't have much longer for this meeting. "I understand that the relationship between parent and child can be complicated. I don't have parents myself, so it's a hard concept for me to grasp, but I can respect it." 

He paused. 

"We should probably leave. But I will certainly be in touch if you really want to do what you say. Unfortunately, I am unable to carry a cellular device, so I will have to find you later. So long, Mr. Shi'a." 

With that, the entity disappeared. It would seem as though he merely vanished. In reality, he had fled at the speed of light.

Shi'a closed his eyes when Quasar left.  The police arrived shortly after, but Shi'a managed to leave before they noticed him.  He hovered in the background within the shadow of a tree wondering what it must feel like to not have someone come back.  The man's family would suffer, it was a thought that plagued Shi'a and it was because of drugs.

"One day, things will go back to how they were before you became the KingPin father.  One day."