After taking care of the odds and ends, everyone headed into space and boarded Hyperion's ship.
Tony surveyed the ship's luxurious interior with a peculiar expression.
He didn't know anything about spaceships, nor had he seen any others.
But honestly.
Bionic Beauty Robots served them snacks and tea, the technological patterns practically screamed sophistication, and the interior was as spacious as a cosmic battleship.
Every detail reminded them that this thing had been built to the highest possible specifications.
Tony stroked a Bionic Beauty Robot's skin. Her skin flushed red, and she gave a soft, coy whimper. "Master, you can't touch me there..."
That tinglingly seductive voice nearly turned him into a wolf on the spot.
"How'd you get your hands on this ship?"
Hyperion blinked. "It's an Imperial Ship. I'm the leader of an interstellar empire. Didn't I tell you guys?"
Tony's eyes widened. "You're a what?"
With that bizarre brain of yours, you're the leader of an interstellar empire?!
Mephisto sprayed out the red wine he'd just sipped. "Holy shit!"
He wouldn't have been surprised if Hyperion had said he led a gang of space pirates.
How did someone with your brain become the leader of an interstellar empire?
The generals stared at Hyperion in horror.
Unbelievable!
This guy actually led an interstellar empire!
You really couldn't judge a book by its cover!
Feeling mocked, Hyperion protested indignantly. "Thanos can do it! I'm one of the Eternal Race, so why can't I?!"
Thanos was a genius!
You weren't!
Thanos could beat up The Ancient One-or get beaten up by her-and build spaceships in a laboratory. Could you?!
Everyone exchanged a look and tacitly agreed to drop this ridiculous subject.
Sorry, but they simply couldn't picture Hyperion as a leader.
That goofy face just didn't fit the role at