[center][h2][color=fff200]Carol Danvers Is[/color][/h2][/center]
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[u]Cape Canaveral, Florida / December[/u]

[indent]It had been a while since I had been able to look over that famous launch pad.  It was currently night time so the many lights all over space program grounds made it seem almost magical.  There was of course no space shuttle on the pad and the entire place was practically empty except for some random vehicles and equipment.  There had been a time when I thought NASA and all the hubub surrounding the space program was the most exciting and fantastic adventure ever.

Boy did that ever get flipped around fast.

My time had NASA had certainly changed how I viewed the world.  Before that we had known about hostile alien life but the most prominent 'alien' had been Superman.  Superman looked just like us, though he was of course ridiculously overpowered compared to humans, and he seemed to be a force for good.  Then I got to first hand experience the terror of a hostile alien empire and their ruthless ways.  Now even the glamour of Superman has lost its appeal to me.  The launch pad was empty, like my dream, like my job, like my life goals.  

My best friend certainly helped, we had a wonderful time in that small bar a few days ago, but I was still quite out of it.  I had been so busy dealing with my own crap that I had completely missed all of that Silver Surfer business and that superhero gang up battle that had happened.  The Raft had been pretty much obliterated in the process and a lot of really bad folks gone free, but frankly I was sure they would all get rounded up sooner or later, my eyes were fixed on the stars and the terrors that could come from them, or even the ones that were already here.

Cupping my hands in front of me I blew into them, my breath turning into frost as it exited my lungs.  It was quite a cold night.

[color=fff200]"Maybe it's about time I visited home, the holidays are coming up after all."[/color]

I spoke to no one but myself as I considered what to do next.  On my person at all times was a special messenger device that S.W.O.R.D. had given me in case I was needed.  Really I had no real choice in that matter but as an ex-solider I knew my duty even if I didn't really feel up to the task.  A few random things to look into had popped up in the last three months but nothing major, actually knowing that there were alien forces interested in our planet, the silence was rather unsettling.

At the moment I was wearing a purple hoodie and blue-jeans but that was soon to change.  One of the strangest abilities I had gotten from the incident was the ability to change my own clothes on a molecular level.  I wasn't very good at it and needed a little energy boost so, taking out a small light flashlight from my pocket I turned it on and placed my hand over it.  The heat and light energy from the flashlight permeated my hand and I could feel my body greedily devour the energy, it was a very strange sensation.  The best I could describe it, was like drinking a coffee and instantly feeling that caffeine rush, it was kind of like I was a rechargeable battery these days.

Within moments I had enough excess energy to do the simple task of restructuring my clothes.  Kind of like a strange liquid, the clothes seemed to dissolve on my body and then reformed into my new 'flight' suit.  A red-leotard like suit with a star like shape on the chest, a black eye-mask, thigh-high boots, and black combat gloves.  It really was nothing like I thought I would ever wear but ever since the explosion this outfit had just seemed right for whenever I took to the skies.  I had a feeling the outfit actually had some significance to the Kree but I was not exactly sure how or why, but I did know it was very similar to the outfit Mar-vell had worn when he rescued me. 

I suppose he had more of an influence on me than I thought.

Taking off into the sky I couldn't help but comment to myself, [color=fff200]"Well flying with my own power had always been a dream when I was small, wish it could have been achieved without my DNA being bound to some alien race though.  I will admit, it is gonna save me an arm and a leg in the long run though."[/color][/indent]
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[h3]Captain Mar-vell[/h3]

[u]Somewhere in central USA[/u]

[indent]The Kree operative was currently cursing his bad luck as he searched high and low for any sign of the object he was looking for.  The last time he had check it had been hidden in a nearby cave, well actually he had positioned it there himself so it wouldn't attract unwanted attention.  Just a week ago he had realized that all communication and signals had been cut off, which was strange as it should have been transmitting at all times.  Sometimes it would move on its own but never very far and usually it had been easy to find.

The absolute worst case scenario was that Colonel Yon-Rogg, when he had escaped the blast, had somehow found out where it had been hidden and had taken it for himself.  If that was the case he had no idea...no wait he actually had the exact idea what kind of damage the anger driven navy colonel could do to the planet if left to his own devices.  But even if he had somehow done that, he doubted the colonel knew how to shut off all communication with the device so thankfully that scenario seemed unlikely.

With a sigh, he returned to the cave where he had hidden the object and decided to take a closer look this time.  Very quickly he realized in his haste he had totally missed the tell-tale signs that recently a rather large object had been moved with the help of machinery.  He also realized that there were foot-prints, human foot-prints on the cave floor, which would have been unnoticeable normally but with some special Kree sensor goggles it was readily apparent.

"Son of a Schlag!  [i]That[/i] has actually fallen into human hands!  If they somehow set off one of its alarms the entire planet could be doomed depending on the most recent set of instructions and information from the Kree homeworld!  I need to find it before something irreversible occurs!"  Cursing in Kree, Captain Mar-vell exited the cave and tried to think about how he could tract it down.  If he was getting no signals then it had to be place in some area that blocked off all signals, which would severely narrow down the search parameters.  Even if it was in such an area it was still a powerful piece of Kree technology so he should be able to track it down somehow, his best bet was to make a device that could track down its unique power source which should be detectable no matter what human material tried to block it.

All of humanity could be in danger if he did not retrieve it before it was too late.[/indent]