I just want to make a difference, and end the war at my planet but I failed. I failed my people, I broke the promise...they had to exile me, I cannot come back to my world anymore but I guess it would be good time to live on a different planet.
I choose a planet, called Earth...
A world filled of low-threat beings called humans, they have no powers or furry special appearances. They sure are weak but full of compassion and hatred but they sure can break and die easily. So, the only thing that is holding me back is that I cannot show my true self to the humans, knowing that they will react badly. So, I remained hidden as human for so long time and suddenly for some reason my stupid self had to enlist in the army who doesn't let women in but I made them change their minds about me. Maybe I'm just like my great-great-grandmother, stubborn, braver and willing to sacrifice our lives for our people. This is the story about how I knew Steve Rogers the Captain America.