The Solar System
The sudden outburst of the boy in blue was of concern, but only for a moment, as she spoke with the pair. Their manner, in entirely different ways, expressed emotions similar to those she felt. The relief and rush of a battle when one has little experience of such things. Either they were excellent actors, or they weren’t another insidious alien threat.
“I’ll let you know if I have any further wars with aliens planned.” Carol replied with a brief laugh,
“I think that will do, no need for me to - ,” Her words were abruptly cut off as a sudden flash of light burst across her vision. It was deeply unusual for such a thing to have such a direct blinding effect on her, but it did all the same. By the time her vision had adjusted, the pair were both gone.
That was a little more concerningShe took a moment to ensure she wasn’t about to vanish from reality herself, before allowing her words to once again transmit back to her handlers on Earth.
“This is Operative Warbird, all hostiles have been neutralised, no prisoners, I’m afraid. The two unconfirmed friendlies just vanished before my eyes.” Even over the modulated nature of her communication, some frustration was clear.
“Received, Operative Warbird, on return, you have been requested to fly by Boston. Make a show of it.”
“Well, if I must.”
The Pama Star System, Hala
The vast distances between where she stood and the receiver of her communication provided the briefest of delays to even the highly advanced technology of her people. Some devices would be more clear, but none that would not also be traceable in their power.
“It has been some time since your last report, Mar’vell.”
“As the Supreme Intelligence decreed, I was to not distract you with details.”
“That is not what the Accusers believe, Mar-Vell. I cannot convince them without evidence for eternity.” She paced back and forth before the device which transmitted her image to the far flung star. Her view of Mar'vell was flickering at best, but she could make out the concern upon his features.
“She is not ready Mari-Ell, her life has not been easy in your absence.” The human features of the Kree being on the other end of the call had become more familiar than his true form, and she could read the doubt across his features.
“This was as we were commanded.”
“Then perhaps our orders were wrong. The Girl needed her mother.”
“You question the orders of the Supreme Intelligence itself?” Her question had the edge of an accusation, but something buried within sounded like a desperate plea. A forgotten hope that someone else might see the madness of what they had been forced to do.
The figure of Mar-Vell paused for longer than could be explained by the communication delay, his grainy eyes fixing on hers across the great span of the cosmos.
“Perhaps.”
Those were the final words on the call before it was cut off, allowing Mari-Ell to slouch slightly in place, the pressure of deception washing off her to be replaced with the far more easily dealt with sensation of dread.
“It was decreed that whichever of you was left behind would fail in your duty.” The words were military and clipped, belying the vast frame of the being who spoke them, stepping out of the shadows within the communication chamber. “I wonder what is is about this Earth which breeds such weakness of purpose.”
“Mar-Vell is a loyal son of the Kree Empire, Accuser. He still performs his duty.” She kept the quivering from her words, but as Ronan towered above her, she could not hold his gaze.
“Be weary, Mari-Ell, and remember well the name of our order, lest our attentions fall on you.”
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