Nova Prime stared at the hologram. It showed a Kree warship just entering the solar system.
"Long range telemetry confirms Dark Aster is on approach to Xandar," a tech announced. "Estimated arrival in twenty minutes."
"I want every dreadnaught, heavy cruiser, frigate, and destroyer on an intercept course now! Send the entire home fleet." Nova Prime ordered. "We'll destroy Ronan before he even reaches the atmosphere."
The Nova Central officers looked at one another. Finally, one of them spoke while ringing his hands. "About that, there's sort of a problem."
Nova Prime turned to the man. "What problem, lieutenant?"
"Well… we don't have any capital ships in the system right now."
"What?! We are the heart of the entire Nova Empire! We were powerful enough to fight the Kree to a stalemate. The home fleet has no fewer than a hundred and twenty frontline warships. How could we not have any in system?"
The lieutenant's eyes darted about the room as he answered. "You sort of ordered the fleet to the Kiln."
Nova Prime gaped. "I didn't mean the entire fleet!"
"You didn't specify, and we didn't want to ask since you were sort of upset. And no one actually thought there was any chance we'd be attacked here. I mean we did sign that peace treaty."
Nova Prime wondered why she'd even bothered signing that stupid peace treaty in the first place. "Well what exactly do we have in system?"
"A few hundred short range fighters."
"How are Nova fighters going to bring that down?" She waved at the image of the Kree ship.
"Maybe we could stop it by forming a blockade?" Someone suggested hopefully.
"Right, blockades are awesome," the lieutenant said nodding. "Plus the Ravagers are saying they'll help!"
Nova Prime put both hands to her face and started calling everyone there a dick.