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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]Oliver's Mother's room
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A 
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	Oli was amazed to see his mom's heart rate grow stronger, fully expecting them to be near the end. He smiled at his mom, drying his eyes,, but something prickled in the back of his head. He was practically sent here by skrulls, and now his mom, on her deathbed, was stable? Something wasn't adding up. His eyes turned to the doctor, before he cleared his throat and said, "[color=7d16c7]I take it you're the one in charge of my mother's care?[/color]" His eyes catching the off tinge of the blood transfusion, before he continued, a bit on edge, "[color=7d16c7]I must say, I'm impressed with how well you've taken care of her, what have you been doing, exactly?[/color]" He felt defensive, but whoever this was, they seemed to be keeping his mother alive, so he'd remain peaceful, for now.

	"No, I'm not," Dr. Larson said. "I'm.... I'm here as a favor to Nick Fury. You might want to sit down," she then added, pointing to a chair.

	At the name Nick Fury, Oliver turned his head a bit, surprised anybody had managed to maintain contact with him. He wouldn't normally be so quick to believe somebody with a claim like that, and he didn't completely, but he played along and sat down, "[color=7d16c7]So, what's Foxtrot want?[/color]" he asked, resting a hand on his mother's as they spoke.
	
	Dr. Larson stepped the rest of the way into the room, closing the door. Oliver's father looked incredibly bewildered, alternating between looking at his wife, his son, and the doctor. Oliver's mother gave his hand a squeeze and while she was doing better, she was still rather frail and not up for much of a conversation. "He wants to stop the skrull invasion. I've been helping him, as my people have been at war with the skrulls for generations -  I should stop and explain that I'm a kree... It's my blood that healed your mother. And my people eons ago were the ones to create the first inhumans here on Earth."

	Oliver looked over at the blood, and then back to her, then over to his dad, "[color=7d16c7]Sorry dad, work stuff.[/color]" He then returned a look to Dr. Larson, before saying, "[color=7d16c7]So what do you want from me? The best I know is that somewhere along the line, the Illuminati probably were the vector the Skrulls came in through. I take it that's what the blood is for? I give you what you need, and you save my mother?[/color]" Oliver wasn't much of an optimist for his relationships with strangers at this point, and he figured that, all things being equal, nothing in this world was free.

	"[i]Work stuff?[/i]" Oliver's father mouthed to his mother, who just sort of shrugged in response. Dr. Larson looked a bit sad at Oliver's cynical and jaded worldview. "I don't want anything in return. Fury didn't ask me to save your mother - I did it because I wanted to, no strings attached. I don't need anything from you, Oliver.... It's more the other way around. I'm here to help you reclaim your planet, before it's too late - before the skrulls or the kree take it."

	Oliver's eyes widened a bit, this would be the first purely good news he had in a long time, "[color=7d16c7]Well, in that case, I have nothing to say but thank you.[/color]" He responded earnestly, before continuing, "[color=7d16c7]So you're not batting for the Kree's side? Alright, team human needs some help, if I understand the situation correctly. What'd you have for me?[/color]"

	Dr. Larson nodded. "I've lived among humanity for a while now - I'd fight for your species any day," she explained. "The situation is complicated, to say the least. Fury believes that the skrulls are going to replace world leaders at the UN Summit in Geneva this week. If that happens, then your world will be lost and it will be ruled by the skrulls. You could call the kree for help, but then you would be ruled by them and be a part of the kree empire. And if you beat the skrulls too decisively, the kree may become afraid of the threat Earth poses and decide to attack your planet anyways... I believe the expression being caught between a rock and a hard place is a good descriptor of the situation."

	Oliver rubbed his temples, processing what he was told. Playing politics while fighting for the Earth just made things harder. This also meant that they couldn't just strike early and beat the Skrulls before any damage was done, they needed losses in some way, or at least make it come very close. "[color=7d16c7]So, I tell the team I have it on good authority that the Skrulls are aiming for Geneva to be their checkmate, suggest we move on them then. Use the coming days to prepare, beat them back at the last moment. The Kree don't become scared, the Skrulls are defeated, and humans remain free. Am I missing anything?[/color]" He asked. This was stressful, but this at least gave him time to come up with a game plan. "[color=7d16c7]You're doing humanity a big favor here, I can't tell you how much this means to all of us.[/color]" He added, giving her a mile. He didn't want to seem cold, or jaded, but it'd been a rough few months, and he was walking the tightrope of hope and despair.

	“Yes, exactly - you’re a quick study,” Larson said with a soft smile. “I’ll assist any way that I can. There’s unfortunately no way we kree have found to prove someone’s a skrull or not, I’m sorry to say.”

	Oliver smiled at the complement, "[color=7d16c7]Well, I expected as much to be honest, if people could identify skrulls, they wouldn't be an interplanetary threat.[/color]" He agreed, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone, "[color=7d16c7]Look, I really appreciate what you're doing here; not just for humanity, but for my mom. If you need anything, please reach out, I owe you one here.[/color]" He said, before typing out his number and showing it to her.

	"Please, the pleasure's all mine. I should warn you - your mother may want to go to hospitals used to dealing with the superhero community, as she's now genetically half-kree. Her blood will be blue like mine. Might raise a few eyebrows."

	Oliver nodded, "[color=7d16c7]I'll be sure to fill her in on what that means.[/color]" He said, before looking between his two parents, and giving a smile, "[color=7d16c7]You both probably have a lot of questions, and I'll explain what I can, but... hold on.[/color]" He said, before his phone buzzed, and he got a text from Cass. Responding quickly, he wrote

	"Things went tits up over here, Niah's leg got banged up pretty badly, and I got some intel in the Skrulls. I'll tell more when we can meet up in person, can you guys make it over here? I need to check on Niah's condition before I can tell you when we'll be able to move."

	Sliding his phone into his pocket, he sat back in his chair, and actually smiled. There was a task ahead of all of them for sure, but this meant his mom was going to live, a fact that hadn't totally settled with him yet. He grinned to himself, before taking a long look at his mom, unable to believe he wasn't going to lose her.