Galactus's World-Ship

[exiles-extras.livejournal.com]

The enormous vessel has entered Earth's solar system - seemingly oblivious to all broadcast entreaties, it inexorably closes the distance to Earth. So insignificant to the ship's master are the beings of Earth that only the most perfunctory of the ship's defenses have been activated.

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[marvel-cosmic.livejournal.com]

"Your terms are acceptable, Benjamin Grimm. You will serve as my herald, then, to increase the efficiency of my feeding. And in so doing, you may strive to spare worlds such as your own - but Galactus's survival must come first. You may face difficult choices."

He stretches out a hand towards General Grimm.

"Do you accept these terms?"

[nuttinbeatsrock.livejournal.com]

Grimm looks behind him, to Bucky, and actually seems sort of...bashful. "Times like 'dis, I wish I had a girl back home or somethin' so I could go, 'Hey, say goodbye to' ... I dunno, 'Alicia', there, 'Say goodbye to Alicia fer me.'." Ben shrugs. "Side effect'a workin too much, I guess."

So, this is it. He might be the murderer of billions. And might, eventually, give Galactus the time he needs to not require those deaths. Is it worth it? Does he dare? Can he...not?!

Slowly, the hand moves forward. "Yeah." Ben says, finally. "Yeah, I do."

[marvel-cosmic.livejournal.com]

"So be it."

Energy arcs from Galactus's hand, transforming Benjamin Grimm - connecting him to the bottomless font of the Power Cosmic - and enclosing his body in a protective cloak reminiscent of his homeworld.

[spidey2099.livejournal.com]

Spider-Man is not sure what's going on here... but he certainly has a pit in his stomach about it.

And Galactus... Galactus is so beyond the scope of his universe up to this point.

"This is... this is..."

He doesn't have words.

[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

Raven gapes at the new Herald of Galactus.

"Grimm?" She shakes her head. "Is that you? It's like he's turned you into some kind of ... thing."

[nuttinbeatsrock.livejournal.com]

At first, it looks like the cocoon is sitting there; perhaps the transformation takes a signifigant amount of time, even as the horrible mist that marks transference of the Power Cosmic starts to waft away into the void.

And then, the cocoon moves. The stench of burning clay is suddenly overwhelming, as the rounded, neckless rock seems to have arms...legs...fingers, even. Those familiar with the mystic arts might think of a Mindless One, those familiar with religious myth might think of a golem, but that's not the cruel part. The cold, downright cosmically mean part of this transformation is revealed when that earth-shod behemoth opens his eyes...

...and they're the same piercing blues of General Benjamin J. Grimm. Just enough familiarity that he'll never be able to completly forget what he once was, and what he's become.

"...thing." The Thing grunts, his jaw almost cartoonishly shaped, his voice like an earthquake and a rave had some sort of terrible party, "...yeah. I...I guess dat fits."

[proteus-maximus.livejournal.com]

Morph remains hopeful. He's seen the outcomes for other heralds, and their transformations are sometimes, if rarely, undone.

"We'll let Reed know, Ben. Don't worry."

[marvel-cosmic.livejournal.com]

"Galactus must feed, and soon. Find a suitable world, Benjamin Grimm.."