The city seemed to hold its breath, though far away a fight raged between two of its powerful inhabitants, it seemed to know something was coming. It started out as a bright blue spark on the horizon, an unnerving and whistling sound somewhat like the V-1 rockets of WW2, falling upon London. This missile however was capable of far… far worse. 

It was a quiet day in downtown, though the sun was out and a number of people had elected to leave work early and have a pleasant picnic in the local park. The birds were singing, and the people were whimsical, forgetting the troubles of every-day life on a planet very much like Earth.

Then, Fury hit the ground.

The park erupted, as the ground itself split under his bulk and the force of energy unleashed as he ensured his survival, after dropping from space. He left a crater twenty foot wide and ten foot deep, and the people’s alarmed curiosity (for a world with superheroes were more accustomed to such events.) suddenly turned to alarm, as the Fireen floated serenely from the crater and hovered above them. His intent was still unclear, though it was hard to imagine the harshly faced, bulky Fireen, was anything but a villain, even though he looked remarkably similar to them. His face glowed blue with veins of energy, like scars, and his hands bunched into fists. He looked equipped for war, in armour that looked like nothing the people had seen. They backed away from him, turning the children from the park, then their alarm grew as two figures appeared at his side, though grounded, each to one edge of the crater. They were blue skinned humanoid males, with spears that seemed to glow at the blade. 

“Stop this dramatic ballshit. We’re here for the General, calm yourself down Fireen.” 

Fury stared at his reprimander, the armed Nas’Gaduran to his right. After a long, dangerously quiet moment, he looked back at the crowd. 

“These people are weak, it is pitiful the Angar-Ryllan want one of their number removed as a threat.”

“You know nothing, and remember we’re supposed to be recruiting him, you make it sound like we’re here to kill him.”

The Fireen continued to stare at the crowd as the solder continued to speak.

“We know he’s in the city, any idea how we’re supposed to find him?”

“Yes.” Fury replied, his voice cold. He spread his hands wide, and they grew bright, energy discs forming beneath each palm. The crowd backed away further. His grin was feral as he launched them, like blades, they cut through the innocent people in the park as if they were nothing but paper. Blood splashed the grass, and the screaming began.

“You fool.” The stony guard shouted. His fellow simply shrugged. “It will draw him out, I suppose, doubt he’ll be all too happy about it though.” The Fireen remained silent as he continued his grisly work, until every human around him was dead or dying. 

“Come to me, little hero!” He roared out his challenge, his face etched with madness.