On the way, he grabbed a crippled soldier, mindfucked him, and learned where the so-called commander was. Then he stormed the building and did what a god would, blew it to fucking pieces.
After that, he killed the entire military command of the camp, every single one that was out there.
Reading the commander's mind had told him many things. There was even a memory of Hitler.
Marshall had the misfortune of seeing the inside of Hitler's office. It was filled with artefacts related to him, ancient things, paintings, statues, even. Anything related to him was there. One of the massive walls was entirely painted to show a fantastical depiction of Dinosia.
It was impressive and disappointing. His name was being used to take inspiration for a genocide.
Amazing!
Haha! This is fun!
Let him do it!
Stop him!
What a toy!
Kill them all.
…
…
Just for a moment, Marshall tried to think about the matter deeply, and the voices and uncontrolled thoughts came bursting through. He quickly forced them into a corner, a bit used to them now.
"This ain't right. Even my crazy ass never painted the walls with this many randos for zero reason." Marshall flew back towards Marty, thinking deeply on the way. "Still ain't my circus, ain't my murder-clowns."
At last, he landed back beside Marty.
By then, thousands of prisoners had gathered around the big T-Rex, not scared of him at all. It was a surprising thing how those people feared other men more than a T-fucking-Rex. It did help that Marty was an absolute darling, letting kids climb his back, his little arms waving around.
"Alright, here's the deal," Marshall shouted from on top of Marty's head.
"Every swinging dick in uniform is currently fertilizing the dirt, but lucky for your asses, I'm the last Uber still running, wait, what's Uber?... Anyway, strap in, and enjoy the complimentary flight to the nearest Allied shithole in jolly old England, courtesy of Captain Insanity."
It was a pitiful state of affairs indeed. The German military was so powerful that the Allies hadn't made any progress inside Europe. All raids were foiled, all land offensives were halted. The only place allies had seen success was in Africa.
Of course, Marshall's raft wasn't big enough to carry so many people. So, he made a few more. A whole fleet of rafts. After that, he told some of the prisoners to go and grab as much food as they could so they could eat it on the journey.
Marshall couldn't fly too fast, as that would kill them. He couldn't fly too high, as that would freeze them. So, he stayed under the clouds, high enough that nothing from underneath could hit them. But they were also low enough for all to see.
As they flew over many cities, the massive fleet of rafts was photographed. But all of Europe was Nazi territory, so Marshall didn't stop. He did find many more concentration camps, however. There were many big ones in the Netherlands. There were likely many more down south, as the memory of that previous commander told Marshall.
But he didn't go there, they just crossed the English Channel and arrived in London. The entire city was decimated by German raids; barely any building was left standing. So, Marshall went further and reached Bletchley, where he finally landed among all the people.
At that point in time, Marshall was too recognisable. Moreover, Marty always gave him away. There could be many people masquerading as Marshall, but there was only one handsome T-Rex in the world.
There, Marshall deboarded all the people. By then, the military stationed there also arrived to greet him. They didn't bother taking out their weapons, and the military general in command came over to greet him.
"Uh… God? Good evening."
"..."
Marshall stared at the man who came to meet him. "Good evening to you as well, my good tea sipper."
"..."
"I'm Alastair Denniston. I head the Government Code and Cypher School here. Thank you for saving these people. It's a crime against humanity what's happening in Europe."
Marshall was busy scratching his ear. "Horse shit. Absolute horse shit on toast. You've been raping and pillaging continents in the name of 'mah empire, where the sun never shat'. But now that the chickens are home to peck your tiny imperial dick off, suddenly you're the victim? Eat my whole ass, Queen's boy. Where is that midget Queen anyway? She alive?"
"..."
"Ah, I presume you mean Queen Victoria? She's no lo—"
"She dead? Good riddance. Anyway, you said Code and Cypher, that means you got nerds in there?"
"..."
Denniston didn't know how to react to all the things the god was saying. The thing was, he didn't even feel angry or the desire to counter. A god was saying it, after all. And honestly, he saw a reason for it.
"Uh… We do, God? Yes, we have very intelligent people helping us—"
"Great, I can always use some nerds. You got some paper?"
Denniston nodded and eyed his assistant, who quickly opened a bag and handed paper and a pen to the First Man.
"Alright, let me write it down." Marshall scribbled, not too much, just a single line that says 'All of you nerds are welcome in Dinosia after the war,' and finally, he signed his name, and scribbled Marty as well.
"Lose it, and I swear on my left nut I'll fry you from inside out with holy fire, till your eyeballs pop like champagne corks."
"I-what… I understand."
With that, Marshall started walking back towards his raft.
"Sir—I mean, God! Will you not stop this war?"
"Huh? Why should I? I didn't start it, I got nothing to do with it. But the shitstorm's gone too far, I guess. Dinosia will help you all, my fine nerds probably got some shiny weapons and shit. Money too, I think. Anyway, I'm off."
As Marshall stepped on his raft, he looked at the mutant boy. "Hop on, kid. You're coming with me. I smell untapped badassery in you."
"Me?" the boy asked back, shocked, looking left and right.
"Damn right. And that girl, you sweet on her?"
"I… what?"
"Love, you in love with her?"
The boy, Max, looked at Magda and blushed, but nodded in the end.
"Bring the girl as well, then. We're going to Dinosia, and it's gonna be your new home."
At that point, being invited to Dinosia was like being invited to the kingdom of god, the literal heaven on Earth. Everyone had heard the rumors, and Max had as well. He grabbed the girl's hand and climbed the raft, as if scared it'd leave without him.
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Camp Lehigh, USA, 1943
"What's the fucking point? You already bagged my sexy ass, so why keep pumping cash into this super-soldier thing?" Helvar asked as he stood at the side and eyed the soldiers being trained for the project. "Feels like pissing gold into a volcano, geniuses."
"But how long is that supposed to last?" Phillips said. "With respect, the First Man doesn't stick his nose in world matters. It helps us and hurts us. When things get rough, we can't count on him. Right now, you're here to deal with Schmidt, and these soldiers will carry the weight of the regular war."
"I ain't moving till I go blind from staring, and even then I'll get braille lessons on her ass," Helvar said with a shrug, heatedly eyeing the gorgeous woman nearby. "Fucking hell, man, you dug up a goddess."
"..."
"Agent Carter?" asked Chester, looking towards the woman in question. "She is a beauty, and that's a weapon she wields."
"Um-hmm, I'd love to fight that weapon," Helvar replied with a smug look. "Be a pal and pimp me out to her, yeah?"
"Understood." Chester Phillips left with a sigh, as he was supposed to check the new batch of soldiers anyway.
The old Secretary of Defense approached the line of soldiers and inspected them all, finding one scrawny boy amongst the otherwise fit men. He sighed, but didn't say anything as selecting the men was Erskine's decision.
In the end, he advised Peggy to go and talk with Helvar, maybe flirt with him a little, and keep him dancing around her fingers. No matter what, Helvar was a demi-god, and having him on their side in the war was going to be a game-changer. While the man looked to be in his twenties, Chester knew he was in truth thousands of years old.
"Him?"
"Just keep him on a leash."
Soon, Peggy Carter was standing in front of Helvar. The gorgeous agent eyed the dark-haired iteration of the First Man, just more sleek-looking. She could see Hela's trace on him.
"You wish to speak with me, Sir?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely, hot stuff. Let's pound some booze and finish that sentence with my—"
"Before we proceed, you should know I have shared several discreet and rather pleasant evenings in 'conversation' with your father."
"..."
At first, Helvar's face froze. Then his face lost color. His eyes sank. Then his mouth opened wide, and dry heaves came out. He grunted in disgust and started coughing, frowning at the same time.
"Holy fucking shit! Disgusting… ugh, I gotta drink magma to rinse my mouth. My bad… shit, sorry, forgot your old man screws like a rabid jackrabbit… Ugh… I just imagined him pounding you, no-fuck… I need a drink. Ma'am, we're wiping this timeline. Never saw you, never spoke, nice and professional."
He could swear he saw Peggy smirk, like she knew he'd react this way. But he couldn't care less and just flew away.
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