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For all that various members of the Warbird programme doubted the wisdom of their mission relying on the young and untested soldiers of a young woman who had been a civilian, let alone still (just about) in High School) Carol had thrown herself into training with Mar'vell even before she had known it would result in anything more than time spent with someone who had actually known her mother. She was not just raw power and a can-do attitude, as she weaved around attacking forces, both the strange chariot-small craft and the much larger ships, it became obvious how much of Mar'vell's direction in Kree martial arts was actually preparing her to be [I]this[/I], to be the Warbird, a being capable of taking her fight to the stars themselves.

Carol realised just how much of a hindrance Earth was to her, with its magnetic field fending off Stellar radiation, with the checks on her power to prevent harming those around her or altering the enemies of her government to her existence. Out here she was free.

Free as a bird, come to think of it. Maybe she could ask for Spotify on her earpiece?

The momentary distraction of her thoughts was enough for the bad guys to land a hit on her, a blast of power flinging her into the surface of one of the alien craft with enough force that the metallic  hide of the ship buckled and melted beneath her. She had absorbed too much energy to truly recognise it as pain from the impact but it still blurred her vision for a moment as she pulled herself free of the tangle of molten metal she had caused with her fall.

It was a convenient enough landing point though, not far from her (relatively speaking) the other figures who had engaged with the larger number of aliens forms were fighting, apparently with what looked to be a giant cat-man of some kind.

“Space is weird.” She thought to herself, even as further evidence of the same shot towards her. Humanoid, and more human than oid next to the cat-thing but clad in a suit of blue armour. She braced herself for a moment as various warnings shot through her comm device about the unknown allegiance of any combatant involved, but for all she was an increasingly finely trained weapon she wasn't quite a soldier, not yet, and so hesitated to simply treat everything she encountered as hostile, particularly when everything else around her, including the cat, was trying to kill the three interlopers she counted herself among.

Carol knew that those back home couldn't hear her empowered communications without the help of technological implements, but she was hoping whatever allowed these two to survive in the vacuum of space also put them on a similar level to herself, at least in terms of conversation. Also, as the blue one was heading towards her, she noticed the rather more nasty look the cat-man was giving the Bucket-helmed second individual.

“Excuse me, I think your friend is about to get lion-pounced.” Her form bristled with golden light as she leapt from her place on the ship, covering the distance across its hull in a matter of moments, the bright glow also a sign of her using her powers to communicate. She made to fly straight past the blue-clad being, not out of ignoring them, but trying to intercept whatever killing blow the cat had planned for the bucket-guy.

She landed hard and with force again, enough to kick up more molten hull, but this time as a controlled show of power. Her fists blazing golden as she raised them.

“Hey Garfield, pack it up and push off, if you've got a problem with Earthlings we're going to have a problem.” Carol wasn't exactly sure on the details of sovereignty out in space, but she was pretty sure the cat-man and his grim alien friends were less American than the other two fighters and that was enough for her, even if it upset a big wig or two.