Galacta: Daughter Of Galactus CP: 1000 Drawbacks: A Plague Upon Your World +200 Craptastic Reality Stitching +300 Location: Earth-616 Origin: Son of Galactus Perks: Body Free Mind Free Power Cosmic Free I’m Not Like You Dad! Free Cosmically Fit in Body and Mind -200 Unlimited Power -300 Galaxy Brain -600 Items & Companions Mutie Food (Planet) -100 Holy Weapon of Some Divinity You Never Met (Makulan Rings) -100 Galacta -200

“Uatu, thanks for entertaining this visit.” I spoke calmly but even with the vastly enhanced mind granted to me as a child of the World-Eater I still felt nervous before the being who stood ​ ​ there, watching me. Still thanks to my new mind I could go whole ham with the panic on the inside while also presenting a calm facade outwards. “Why should I not call your father’s foes and tell the of you and your sibling?” The Watcher spoke sternly, like an elderly grandfather who had just gotten tired of dealing with children being so wild and rambunctious. “We mean to defend this beautiful blue pearl.” I smiled as I turned to the Watcher’s viewport. Truly the ancient being had the best view I’d ever seen. “Oh?” Uatu didn’t sound surprised, but he did sound interested. “I personally want to live free of father’s influence a while longer and he tends to stay far from Earth since his little Herald ran off here.” I explained. “I think he’s just giving the Surfer some room while he tries another hair-brained fasting diets or something. Still, we get some room to breath and grow on our own and he does… well he does what he does.” “And when your sister and you finally get hungry, what then?” The elder being asked.”Should I just allow you to consume the world I’ve watched grow into the ‘beautiful blue pearl’ as you put it?” “No,” I flipped my hand up and an illusion sent reality away to show a wild world filled with predators where the law of the jungle was the only law that mattered, “Logan-1, a deathworld which has, at it’s very basic levels, a regeneration factor that can easily feed both my sister and myself, as long as we don’t gorge ourselves too much. I’m keeping it hidden away in Sol behind some Reality-Pattern Camouflage.” “Hmm,” the Watcher gazed as the illusion swept through the world, “and your outfit?” “I went to an alternate reality for a weekend and found some guy flaunting it.” I smiled as the memory surfaced with the explanation. “I liked the look of it so I took the from him. Guy was kind of being a dick to the Iron Man of that world anyway.” “You’re telling me you took a set of the most powerful relics from the Mandarin of some alternate Earth... because you liked the look of the armor that it summoned?” Uatu must practice that blank faced stoic look, because it was like his face was carved out of marble. “Basically, yeah.” I replied. I reached up to scratch my nose and wound up hitting the helm’s face. “I’m planning on upgrading it a bit before going out on anything more than a milk run, but I really wanted to speak to you.” “So, what is it that this visit is supposed to do, other than assure me of your childish kleptomania and naivete?” The Watcher deadpanned. “My sister’s wish to protect the world aside. I have another reason why I’m doing this.” I said before I flexed my Power Cosmic and felt it as more of me bled into the world, a reminder ​ ​ of who I was before all this power. “What is that?” The Watcher spoke with the type of reverent awe that only came from thinking you’d seen everything and then being shown something completely new. “I was once, in a life before this one, a simple human.” I said as the Liar painted my life in high speed around us. “Then, she came. She offered to grant me power, money, and most important to me, importance. She said that as long as I kept her entertained she’d keep me moving forward.” The the air flushed with color. “She made me important, she made me matter. I’ll spend the next thousand lifetimes paying her back for that kindness.”

“I suppose she’s fetching to your more human sensibilities?” Uatu asked as I smiled up at the figure the Liar had helped me recreate. “More than that really.” I said with a sigh as the projection from the Liar faded. “She’s something more than me, but she’s something I can believe in. Have faith in. She’s not just a pretty face, she’s a being so above me she arraigned for my rebirth into this world. In order to entertain her I will do anything, but first I must spend a decade here upon this Earth. I must defend its peoples and keep in one piece while discovering my powers and learning the uses for this power.” “And my place in all this?” Uatu asked. “I need you to warn me as well as the other heroes you’re so soft on. I don’t have the weight to make you intervene directly, but you can keep up the good work you’ve already been doing with one more link to your little phone chain.” “Hmm,” the Watcher stared out at the blue of Earth for a long while, “fine, though I will be honest.” His eyes turned to me once more. “I’ll be watching you with great interest. Galan, Son of Galactus.” I told myself that the Liar and the armor could block his view of my face when I heard that. I told myself it was raining and that’s why my cheeks were wet. I tell myself many things, but the fact that Galactus had named me after his own Taa-an name really choked me up I’ll admit.