News of Loki's arrest for destroying a Skrull hatchery made the front page of the Interstellar News Network the next morning. Interstellar society was in an uproar.
What did it mean to provoke the tiger on its own mountain? What did it mean to strike a snake at its vital point? What were arrogance and audacity? Even though Loki had once been an infamous liar, now everyone who mentioned his name had to express their admiration.
That was right. Loki, who was usually best at slipping away, had not run at all this time. Using Asgard's signature weapons, the universally recognized power of Thunder, and his identity as the Asgardian Prince, he had charged into the heart of the Skrull Empire without concealing anything, destroyed the Skrulls' newborn population for the next decade or so, then simply stood there and waited for someone to arrest him.
"Arrogant" was no longer enough to describe it. Even the bravest Asgardian warrior could at most fantasize about destroying a few more robots in a frontal battle, like breaking a Skrull's nose; Loki, meanwhile, had pulled off a Flying Thunder God move followed by a super assassination, nearly gouging out the Skrull Empire's kidney.
Schiller sat in the tavern reading the newspaper. Whenever shocking news like this broke, the tavern was the best place to gossip. Crux II had just lifted its restrictions, and workers from the construction site poured into the tavern in droves, each with a beer in hand as they chatted about the incident.
In the past, while living within the territories of the Three Great Empires, they had not dared to speak so freely. Who knew when some camera might catch them? But here in the Milky Way Galaxy, they no longer had to worry about the Three Great Empires