KellHound270's Work
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Chapter VIII
Carol hovered in the air as the Kree warships burned in their entrance into Earth's atmosphere.
Carol had sent Yon-Rogg's attack pod into the ground when he attempted to destroy the cargo plane. Carol saw that Mothra had saved the plane from the other pod, and was grateful, but it was obvious that Mothra wouldn't be able to help her with Yon-Rogg.
Now, Carol was to face off against the feared Kree general, Ronan the Accuser.
Carol felt the presence of a massive creature behind her. She turned to see a creature similar to Mothra, but radically different.
This creature had a larger body than Mothra, but it's wingspan was smaller. Unlike Mothra, who's exoskeleton was brown and covered in white fur on her back, this creature's carapace was black and hairless. It's wings were a brilliant pattern of yellow and red, and it seemed to glow a devilish red, unlike Mothra's angelic blue glow. It's eyes were red, and it had a row of yellow spikes along it's brow, with a larger horn between it's eyes.
"Hello, there," Carol said uneasily, not knowing how the demonic creature would respond. "What is your name?"
The demon moth turned it's head to the side as a gravelly, masculine voice spoke in Carol's head,
"I... am Battra... brother... of Mothra... and Guardian... of Earth."
"Wow, that's a lot of responsibility," Carol remarked.
"Indeed..." Battra replied, not seeming to get the joke. "Now... the Earth is... threatened by... the presence of... these aliens."
"I could probably take them on my own."
"Indeed... you could... but... there is... something... else..."
"What?"
"A massive... creature... not unlike... me... and Mothra..."
"Well, wouldn't be the craziest thing to happen today. Where is Mothra?"
"Resting... Needs to... heal..."
"Understandable. Now, let's show these clowns what for."
"Yes..."
The Kree ships landed with tremulous thuds, sending sand flying a short distance away. Gang planks lowered from the front of each ship, the foremost ship revealing the form of Ronan the Accuser.
He was angered at the knowledge that Vers knew her origins, and had turned against the very empire he swore to protect. Now, he would claim this primitive planet for the Kree Empire, and wipe out the species that dared to exist in the same universe as he did.
A significant distance away, Ronan saw the form of a massive moth-like creature land on a sand dune. It raised it's red and yellow wings in what seemed to be a threat display. Ronan wasn't worried about this creature's appearance, until a ball of pure energy flew directly in front of him and landed just a few yards away.
The ball of energy subsided to reveal Vers, who had changed the colors of her suit to her own liking.
"A most stylish color palette, Vers," Ronan said, choosing to go the polite path, "or do you prefer Danvers?"
"Don't patronize me," she said aggressively. "You and your institution have lied to me for far too long. It's time they stopped."
"Very well, Danvers," Ronan said. "How do you prefer to die?"