Half Kree. Half Titan. Bastard child, born in a laboratory. Some
even say he's destined for greatness. Destined to become something
above the photonic energy manipulating powerhouse he is right now.
He is Genis-Vell. He is the son of Captain Marvel.
Captain Marvel Annual #3
"Vengeance of the Cobalt Collector"
Guest-Starring: Manslaughter of the Defenders!
Writer: Black John Flint
Webchief: Canadian Jimmy Swag
[The Negative Zone]
After many months of restructuring and reforming himself, the being
in the dark blue armor was finally whole once more. Now, he walked
the alien landscape of a world entirely unfamiliar to him, searching
for a way to return home and enact his vengeance.
Once upon a time, there had been a man who went by the name of
Willie Refton, a product tester. He knew the long-term risks of his
work, and never expected to live to the age of 60. What he hadn't
anticipated was that the supposedly radioation-proof armor he was
testing would fail. William Refton was instantly incinerated by the
radiation, his memories burned into the energy being forged within
the radiation resistant armor. That being desired revenge on the
company that had destroyed the man he believed himself to be.
Known as the Cobalt Collector, he went on a brief rampage which was
interrupted by The Others Event. After returning to his proper
reality once more, the Cobalt Collector returned to his rampage of
revenge. This time, a mysterious stranger known only as The White
Man assembled a team of Secret Defenders consisting of two young
mutants and an alien.
The Cobalt Collector had been absorbing vast quantities of energy as
he went along, and by this point he had been almost ready to burst.
The alien, Captain Marvel, was forced to transport him to the
Negative Zone prior to his detonation to save the American West
Coast. The Cobalt Collector exploded, his essential essence spread
about, and the Secret Defenders called it a day.
Since then, the Cobalt Collector had been slowly reforming. Even his
blue armor was restructured, molecule by molecule. And so, the
Cobalt Collector strode empty plains, searching for any sign of life
or way to get home.
He was beginning to lose hope until a flame-swirling portal appeared
dead before him, and he paused, staring in disbelief. A white-
burning axe formed in his right hand, just in case...
"Greetings, exile," a booming, inhuman voice spoke from within the
portal, "I have observed your situation, and I believe we might be
of service to one another. I can open a gateway to return you to
your proper dimension, and in return, all I ask is that you kill one
man. He dabbles in the occult, and so will be quite unprepared for
the attack of such a creature as yourself."
For the first time in so many months, the Cobalt Collector strained
to speak, "Who... is he? Who... are you?"
"The man you are to destroy is known as Doctor Stephen Strange. As
for your new master, men call me... Dormammu."
Captain Marvel dropped his green helmet down beside his bed and fell
into his bed. He had spent the last 48 hours in an alternate
reality, battling the Time Legion and dismantling their nefarious
time traps. His muscles ached and his mind was dulled. He was ready
Not even bothering to remove the rest of his costume as he lie in
his comfy bed, Genis-Vell closed his eyes and began to drift off to
the land of dreams. If Nightmare knew what was good for him, he
wouldn't molest the alien hero's dreams, not tonight.
Thoughts of various realities flowed in and out of his mind as he
floated towards dream. He had grown accustomed to this, small
slivers of cosmic awareness seeping through his consciousness as he
passed from one world to another. Predators battled Aliens, the
Doctor outwitted the Daleks, and young lovers did things that even
Starfox might not approve of.
A black man leaned against a tree, his head down and fedora
obscuring his eyes as he sank his teeth into a golden apple. His
business suit was white as virgin snow, and as Genis stared, he
began to hear an annoyed clicking noise emanate from the man as he
waited for something.
"The White Man," Genis recognized. He sighed, waiting for a response
as none came. Finally, he added, "What now?"
"Your work is not yet finished," The White Man explained, "He is
"What, the Cobalt Collector? He blew up," Genis said, and The White
Man pointed to his right. Genis's vision followed after it and the
scene with The White Man was gone, replaced by the flaming visage of
some extra-dimensional being. Genis could feel mystical power
surging through this being, power even he could not compete with
using his vaunted nega-bands. At least, not in that being's home
Genis flared his cosmic awareness to life and whispered the
He watched as Dormammu opened a portal from the Negative Zone to
Earth. The Cobalt Collector, somehow reformed, walked through the
portal, returning to New York City. With the cosmic awareness, Genis
knew his intended victim, the only one who could prevented
Dormammu's coming into this world: Doctor Strange.
Captain Marvel scooped up his helmet and was gone in an instant.
In his Sanctum Sanctorum, Doctor Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, was
busy meditating. The Defenders were on break from their duties after
a particularly world-shaking mission stopping a war between the very
Earth and the Sun themselves. Scanning the many dimensions of
darkness, Strange would not have time for rest or food until well
after sunrise in the morning.
Wong had been relieved of his duties until morning, and Manslaughter
stayed in the place simply because he had nowhere else to go. The
other Defenders had all gone to their private duties; Andromeda was
back in Atlantis, Valkryie was busy in service with the Asgardians
rebuilding their home, Blaze was visiting with scientists and
surgeons around the world, searching for a cure for his current
physical problems. All was relatively quiet.
That was the case, until an intruder sounded a secret psychic alarm.
Manslaughter rose from his bed, quickly and silently slipping into
his costume and telepathically informing Doctor Strange that he
would investigate the source of the disturbance so that Strange
could continue his work.
Manslaughter slipped down the halls, stealthily, to find a shadowed
figure stalking towards the doctor's study. Manslaughter felt the
beginnings of a migraine as he approached the figure. He assumed the
cause was some sort of psychic feedback device to keep telepaths out
of the intruder's head, which meant he was no ordinary cat burglar.
Sliding free one of his poison-tipped knives, Manslaughter inched
closer to the man. A moment before he was to attack, the man before
him swung his right arm back, and in the moonlight Manslaughter saw
the glimmer of a gun aimed at his chest. "Don't bring a knife to a
gunfight," the intruder commented.
"Let's see how good you are," Manslaughter suggested, hoping his
adversary would turn around to find him suddenly gone.
The intruder did finally turn to face him and looked right into his
eyes. Manslaughter smiled and used his mental powers to make himself
seem invisible to the man before him, then swung with his knife.
Before he could swipe his foe, the intruder shot him in the chest,
knocking him back against the wall. Manslaughter held his burning
chest, shocked. His knife fell to the ground.
"Parlor tricks don't mean much to a man with cosmic awareness,"
Captain Marvel walked forward, revealing his green and white costume
in the darkened hallway. "Be thankful I kept the power in that shot
down to a minimum, Manslaughter. By the way, my name's Captain
Marvel. I'm a super-hero."
"That's what I hear," Manslaughter admitted, "don't know that super-
heroes generally shoot each other... you got an appointment to see
"No," Captain Marvel said, holstering his gun, "but I need to see
him anyway. Dormammu sent a powerful creature called the Cobalt
Collector after him. He'll be here in a few minutes."
"Then," Manslaughter said, then swallowed hard, his chest still
abnormally warm, "let's go warn him."
The Cobalt Collector smashed through the front door with the style
and subtlety of a bulldozer. His electric voice buzzed loudly the
name, "Doctor Strange!"
"What is the meaning of this?" A thin, tall white man walked
forward, a large red cloak flowing after him seemingly with a mind
of its own. "Why have you invaded my sanctum?"
The Cobalt Collector formed his white-shining axe once more and
pointed it towards the Master of the Mystic Arts, then unleashed a
blast of cobalt energy at his target, who went flying back into the
wall, yelping. "To... kill you."
"No offense, but you do know who the doc is, right?" Manslaughter
asked, knife in hand, leaning against another wall, "This guy's
tight with the Silver Surfer and Eternity itself, y'know."
The Cobalt Collector staggered, feeling curiously weak all of a
sudden. He slapped Manslaughter away and staggered towards his
With Manslaughter's attention wavering as he struggled to remain
conscious, the illusion of Doctor Strange faded away and the Cobalt
Collector saw the man whom he had actually struck out against
earlier. He was familiar with this man, and he did not like him.
"Don't concern yourself with him," Dormammu instructed the Cobalt
Collector, "you are only where you belong once more because of the
deal you made with me! You must live up to your end of our
agreement, Mr. Refton!"
Having associated Captain Marvel with those that had killed Willie
Refton, the Cobalt Collector paid little attention to the voice in
his head and threw himself at his foe. Captain Marvel continued to
drain the cobalt energies from his form, but it was slow work.
Captain Marvel threw up an arm to block the Cobalt Collector's own
as he swung his energy axe downward. The pair struggled silently for
a moment before Captain Marvel pushed the Collector back.
Captain Marvel breathed heavily, not daring to reenergize his limbs
through the stolen energy of the Cobalt Collector. Instead, he would
allow the energies to be dispersed harmlessly, perhaps on the sun;
he could always get Norrin to deliver the energy there.
"Listen to me, you deplorable wretch!" Dormammu shouted into his
servant's mind, "your primary goal is to destroy Doctor Strange,
find a way to distract this one and destroy the magician!"
"No," the Cobalt Collector replied verbally, "Not... right now.
Shocked at the very idea of a servant speaking so boldly towards
him, Dormammu spoke a new spell and fired it from his Dark Dimension
to Earth, striking his new servant and whisking him off to another
realm altogether. He was immediately vanished, and Captain Marvel
could sense he wouldn't be back for some time.
"Are we good?" Manslaughter asked, still shaking free the cobwebs in
"We're clear," Captain Marvel told him, the cobalt rays already gone
from his nega-bands along with the rest of the Cobalt Collector