𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 (
usaf) wrote in
capencowl20202020-01-16 10:18 am
[closed] Kree hybrid vs. Last Son of Mars
On the surface, it seemed like any other op. The big brass had uncovered a Resistance safehouse, and sent The Captain to bash some heads in. All in a day's work. Carol's been a busy woman since the Porter started up again, bringing in vigilantes left, right, and center. Some more bloody than others. So she doesn't expect this op to go any different.
As soon as she arrives at the safehouse, she busts open the door with a well aimed photon blast, flying in, ready to fire more blasts at anyone who tries to run. Only... There's nobody running. There's nobody there.
"It's a trap!" She calls out on her comm to her team of native soldiers outside. "Search the back of the building, they could have gotten out another way."
It's then that she realizes she's not as alone as she thought. Her computer readout on her modified Starforce suit is showing one sign of life. Carol stills in the center of the room, peering into the shadows.
"Show yourself. Resistance scum."
As soon as she arrives at the safehouse, she busts open the door with a well aimed photon blast, flying in, ready to fire more blasts at anyone who tries to run. Only... There's nobody running. There's nobody there.
"It's a trap!" She calls out on her comm to her team of native soldiers outside. "Search the back of the building, they could have gotten out another way."
It's then that she realizes she's not as alone as she thought. Her computer readout on her modified Starforce suit is showing one sign of life. Carol stills in the center of the room, peering into the shadows.
"Show yourself. Resistance scum."

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Out of the floor rises a man with green skin, wearing the ancient battle gear of his people.
"Hello, Captain Marvel." He uses the name deliberately, hoping he wont have to go the hard way, but ready for it, nonetheless. He stands there, eyes a brilliant red as he looks at her.
He has been preparing for this confrontation for a long time. He does not get involved often anymore, but the loss of a friend made him abandon his old habits and finally come in out of the cold, so to speak.
And now, he was here to help bring home someone else.
"Its time to come home, Carol."
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sorry for the delay.
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