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“You are Kree.”

“Kree?”

“Correct. Kree. The architects of this universe of ours. My name is Mar-Vell. Let me show you the way.”The Past

“This is Captain Marvel. Sorry about being late.”

The half-Kree smirked widely as she spun around a flurry of energy blasts.

It wasn’t often that planets with protected status in the Kree Empire were targeted by pirates. In her experience, pirates typically didn’t like messing with the Kree; especially when the current situation with Xandar made most of council space ripe for the taking. Carol still wasn’t sure what was going on with the Nova Corps or its centurions, but the last few months had sort of left her too preoccupied to do much thinking.

Not that she was ever good at thinking.

Distant colonies in Kree space had been left to their own devices. The Supreme Intelligence had ordered Ronan and the rest of the Kree military forces to assemble toward another sector. Only Hala and the central nucleus of the empire remained well protected by the reserves as a result. Places like Halexa? They were now new targets. Pirates–and low rent ones at that–could now target Kree resource magnets like Halexa without much recompense. How did the Supreme Intelligence think this was a logical course of action? It seemed like the dumbest thing ever.

“Das’t, girl.” She heard over Kree communication lines. She could hear the resentment. “We didn’t call for your help.”

She held out her arm, stopping a blast of energy from one of the pirate ship’s turrets before sending it right back.

“Nobody ever does.”

It didn’t take long for the pirates to scatter back before moving into a defensive formation. Made sense. They had all pretty much a clear idea of who she was. She had been aiding the Kree ever since she had been awakened by the Psyche-Magnetron and she had built up a pretty sizable reputation due to it. The Kree treated her with kid’s gloves, but most of the time when they needed her she was there to at least pull them out of a sticky situation. It was a pretty safe bet that they knew who she was when she showed up.

Her eyes shot to the ships before her as what remained of Halexa’s defensive force got into formation behind her. 

“I don’t see any colors. Definitely not Ravagers or Starjammers.”

“They could be unmarked.” Another Kree uttered over comms. 

“Guess we’ll find out.” She smashed her fist into the palm of her hand and begun channeling more of her latent energy. “This’ll be quick. Stay behind me.”
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