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AN: Hey everyone just to let you know the only people I own are Artemisia and Cavan. In this Story you may find numbers through out at the bottom will be the meanings. Thanks for taking a look everyone let me know what you think R&R.
Centurion Artemisia tried to stop the Kree form making it the earth only to placed in Hydra's care. Fallow Centurion Artemisia as she try's to find a place on this world or find a way back to Nova.
Unknown Space, Quadrant Omega, Year Unknown
Shots were fired as the crew were boarded by a group of men and women of different species – alarms blaring smoke was slowly filing the vassal. The crew knew their mission and would not fail or die trying. The captain of this curved vessel was left with very little choice with one final look at the planet before him he let go; with this new trajectory the ship would crash land on an uncivilized world. He and the invading crew would die.
"Cavan," a female voice called out, "you can't hide out forever. This is going to end one way or the other Cavan. We already have your keys," Moving through the uneasy silence of the ship, "Nova knows what you're people are trying to do Cavan."- Looking over her shoulder as she moved around the cold husk of a ship - "you're the only one left; this is a means to an end." Blasts could be hard over the commas, "Team call in."
"Beta call in." A male voice whispered over commas.
"Delta call in." Whispered a humanoid voice.
"Gamma call." The Alpha female growled over the commas. "Gamma...Shit."
"Centurion Artemisia," a deep velvet voice spoke over the commas, "what a pleasure it will be when I ripe you apart."
"Cavan." Growled the alpha female.
Cavan's laugh echoed around the ship, "You think that Nova can stop the Kree's plan, that this is a means to an end as you say." The lights went out, "This is going to end with the two of us Centurion, I will kill everyone and saver your death."
Artemisia closed her eyes and let out a deep breath and made the call, "Nova fall back."
"Centurion." One of the members of her team tried to speak.
"This is not up for debate, GO!" She barked at her team, she would not let any more of her team to be slaughtered like cattle. They had but minutes till the ship entered the atmosphere, till the ship would either be pulled apart on entry or crash land on this uncivilized blue planet. "Cavan you want to kill me, here's your chance." The commas maintained silence; inching her way to the medical bay.
"You care for your team they are like family to you yes." There was a jolt, felt throughout the ship. "Your serving kind never knows family did they, and you will never see your team again Centurion."
"Centurion, the Kree ship is breaking apart. Centurion we..." static covered the commas.
"Now shall we..." the ship quaked and moaned as it entered the planet's atmosphere. The dark ship was hurdling to the planet's surface.
With not much time Artemisia ran to the medical bay; manoeuvring through the dark she found the MED-bay doors open by a foot. Pushing the door open and finding Cryo tubes, pulling the one closest to the door open before entering it herself. Cooling almost instantly, she never saw the Kree man now as Cavan runs into the room, nor had she felt the crash soon after.
January 1941, Somewhere In the Middle East
Weeks the men were digging, their lives, depending on it – sand sounding the men for miles – the leader of this group could feel it they were getting close. He remembers the story he heard years before in winch he committed to memory. Years ago star fell from the sky, this star was in a crescent shape glowing orange and black. The star fell deep in the Middle East with the ever changing sand dunes. With the help of technology today, he has been able to find pieces of the star which fell so long ago.
"Reinhardt!" a young man running over to him, "Reinhardt we found it sir!"
Moving passed the young man coming to the hole that they've been working on for so long; deep in the hole sat a black ship untouched for all this years. Pride filled him, he knew this day would come with just a raise of his hand shots were fired around him; no use for the worker any longer.
He turned to his men with a smile on his face, "This is a momentous day for Hydra."
"Hail Hydra." The men called out over and over, filling the air.
His smile winded, "Today we will see what has been gifted to us." He mooched to three men having them venture down into the hole and soon into the ship.
The men moved through the ship trying to map their way back working as a group. Sparks still flying out some downed cords – avoiding them the best they could with their bulky black suites – they saw it a severed leg just in front of them. Guns at the ready they turned a corner there not twenty feet from them was the owner of the leg in his blue glory, half way through a doorway. The men divided out of his way out to report their findings to the man known as Whitehall. One of the Hydra men looked at the blue blood trail from the leg to the body that lay there – moving into the room the blue man was trying to enter. There was a long line of clear tubes, one stood with its frosted glass – the black dressed man tried to see what was inside – pressing a button on the tube opening the door showing a brown haired woman dressed in a purple uniform.
It happened so fast the man never saw it coming; eyes snapped open and hands wrapped around his head breaking it a small 'crack' was heard. Running on the balls of her feet coming up be hide the other men as he rose to his feet; with her right her nails clawed their way through the black suit, finding their way to their goal severing the man's spine - letting him fall to her fight. The women moved, pushing forward, giving it all she had – hearing her way out so dove out of the hole; light blinded her.
1"Nicht schiessen!" a strong, demanding voice called out, 2"Kein Bewegung Damen!" The woman's eyes adjusted to the light looking around seeing sand, looking up she sees the mouth of the hole has men about a dozen or two. Her chest moving reapply as a man moved forward speaking in a language she could barely understand; unmoving she glared at him. "What is your name girl? What were you doing on this ship? Answer me girl!"
The women - was in a dark blue and yellow like military outfit with three glowing circles on her chest - would not move Reinhardt back handed her wiping her face; spitting out blood from her mouth turning her face back to him, "I am no girl." She growled at the man, hair standing up on the back of her neck; in one swift move a knife landed in the man's neck looking back at the man before her a gun was aimed at her head.
"Now that is quite enough girl." A menacing smile covering his face – looking into her eyes, he saw her eyes change something that happened in most felines – he knew she was no normal girl. "We will have much fun together girl. Hail Hydra." Gas curled its way around her and with that darkness took over the women, 3"The things we can do together my katze." Was the last thing she hard.
't Shoot!
't Move Women!