Chapter 16
The team's tech-trio (as Peter very much wanted to call it) began overlooking the armor of the Kree soldiers, hoping to find something that could point them in the right direction.
Alongside them were Carol and Osborn, both of whom were tinkering with the alien devices as well.
"Say what you will about these guys, but their tech is chef's kiss," Osborn noted, "I wouldn't mind getting me one of those gliders those green beans were using. Would go great with the five Ferraris."
"Oh, you mean the Goblins?", Peter looked up from his work.
"Pardon?," Osborn asked back.
"Oh, it's just something I've been calling that crazy guy in the monster suit. The Green Goblin," Parker explained, "Or, I guess now, Green Goblins."
"Catchy use of alliteration," Osborn chuckled before looking to Danvers, "You sure you don't know anything about those freaks?"
"The Kree like picking up aliens, forcing them to be their personal cannon fodder," Carol shrugged, "Wish we were able to pick off at least one of them."
"Yeah, those...those guys were something," Peter nods slowly. The boy was still disturbed by those things. Something about being surrounded by hordes and hordes of rampaging monsters felt too much like being covered by Thanos's Outriders or...E.D.I.T.H.'s drones.
"Captain, are you making any progress?", T'Challa looked to Carol.
"These guys made a few updates. It's gonna take a little longer to get into this system," Carol explained, "Y'know, sometimes I forget it's been thirty years since I've worked with-"
"The genocidal fascistic aliens that almost murdered all of us yesterday," Hope finished the sentence.
Carol nodded, "That's one way of putting it."
Osborn looked over to her, "I gotta ask, you've got some Infinity Stone-juice in you, right?"
"You really love asking unhelpful questions, don't you, Mr. Osborn?", Carol smirked.
"I'm just wondering. Thirty years, not a single wrinkle. What's your skin care routine?"
"Explosions and a shit-ton of Tessaract energy," Carol rolled her eyes.
"Damn. To be twenty-eight forever," Norman sighed wistfully.
"Not as great as it sounds, buddy," Carol groaned, growing tired of the billionaire's comments.
"You know, I can't help but notice you and that commander dude back there. Singling him out," Norman commented, "You've got some history?"
Carol became silent, her eyes staring down at the table.
"C'mon, what was he? Ex-friend? Ex-lover? Secret brother you never knew about?," Osborn egged the girl on to answer.
"Yon-Rogg was the asshole who took my life away from me," Carol glared at the billionaire.
"...Damn. No wonder you want to kill him so badly," the Iron Patriot chuckled.
"Oh come on, sir, she's not gonna kill," Peter laughed, thinking the man was joking, "She's Captain Marvel, for crying out loud!"
He looked to his ally hoping for confirmation that this was just a joke, but Carol's silence didn't help.
"Man, this guy really must've done a number on you," Norman couldn't help, but allow a small smile to appear on his face.
After a moment of silence, T'Challa scooted a little closer to the captain, "I know it is none of my business-"
"Here we go," Carol sighed.
"I know that you are years ahead of me when it comes to being the hero, but there is one lesson I learned that I think all who fight in the line of fire must know. One I think even the most highly-regarded of people forget. Vengeance...Vengeance is a toxin. It wraps around your heart, smothers your focus, your thoughts...Eventually, it consumes you," T'Challa explained.
He couldn't help, but think back to going after the man who murdered his father. Who forced him into the role of Black Panther before he was ready. He knew what vengeance could do to good men and women.
Carol, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel the rage grow inside of her. The feeling that she had the chance to take out such a massive threat, but she failed to do so. She couldn't let him escape again.
"You know what, I gotta go," she shot back up onto her feet and walked away, "Smells too one-percenter up in here."
As she left the room, Osborn clicked his tongue, "You know, she could've wiped the floor with those guys. I've read the reports, she's a living nuke."
"Believe me, I've seen her action," T'Challa sighed, "She is impressive."
"Y'know, her and the mutant have the potential to be powerful assets to the country-er, I mean, the team," Osborn quickly corrected himself.
"You are quite the patriot, Mr. Osborn," T'Challa raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I believe in doing my civic duty, of course. As a king, you should know the importance of helping your country," Osborn chuckled.
"I believe there is a difference."
"Well, while I am proud of the nation I live in, I'm not doing this just to serve the interests of America," Osborn claimed, "The world is in trouble and if no one steps up...we're gonna end up with another Thanos on our hands. I'm sure you three of all people wouldn't enjoy that."
The three heroes tensed up, remembering the shiver that came down their spines as they felt their bodies drift off into nothing. Remembering watching their friends turn to ash and wondering if they would be next, the answer coming to them seconds later.
"Yeah, I thought so," Norman nodded, looking almost...somber before flipping back to his usual demeanor, "But that's why we're here, am I right? To stand up for the little guy who can't help themselves?"
He turned to look at Peter, "Mr. Leeds tells me you believe in the same thing."
Peter nodded, "Yes, sir."
"Good," Norman nodded approvingly, "We need more people like that."
Hope rolled her eyes, stepping away, "You know, I think Danvers had the right idea. I need a break."
T'Challa rose away from the work table and eyed Peter, "You can rest whenever you feel like it, child."
Once the other two heroes exited, only Osborn and Parker were left to work on tracking the Kree.
"And then there were two," Osborn noted.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"I notice that's been a common thing with you, Mr. Parker. Not to intrude or anything but...it kind of seems like whenever you need help, everybody else just isn't there."
"Oh, uhh…"
"Oh, I don't mean that as a 'these guys are complete slackers' type of way, of course not!," Osborn hastily corrected himself, "I just can't help but wonder. If there are so many heroes still out there, how come you were the only one dealing with the chaos in Europe?"
"Uh, well, the guys at S.H.I.E.L.D. said everyone was unavailable."
"Is that really true?," Osborn asked, "I mean, everyone ? Even the dude with the arrows?"
"That's what Mr. Fury told me."
"Fury? As in Nick Fury?"
"Yeah, it was crazy! I was just chilling on my school trip when he suddenly appeared and told me about this whole thing with these Elemental dudes-"
"Who turned out to be some ruse by a psycho in a fishbowl helmet."
Peter gulped, flashes of Quentin Beck's insane creations appearing in his head.
Osborn noted the silence, "You know, when I saw the news about Beck calling you a murderer, I never believed it. I saw the news of the trial. How the press, Jameson, kept hassling you. Would've thought at least one of your super-friends would've lent a helping hand."
Peter couldn't help but let Osborn's words get to him a little. Yeah, he forgave the others for not coming to his aid and he knew they were busy. Still, a phone call could've been a little nice.
No, Peter thought to himself, You can't listen to that, Pete. You have to stay focused. Can't just go along with whatever this guy says.
Osborn cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, that was none of my business-"
"No. No, it's fine, I get it. But seriously, though, you...you can trust them."
"Happy to hear, kid," Osborn chuckled, "This...This is nice. Beating up bad guys, saving the world. Though I guess that's your life nowadays. Fighting crime, spinning webs, all that jazz."
"Heh, basically, yeah."
…
Scott sat on the ledge of the building, overlooking the vast scenery of the land. He's really come a long way from robbing houses in San Francisco.
On his left was a laptop, a Skype call being made to Cassie. Within a few seconds, his daughter answered, Scott getting a view of her in her room.
"Hey, Peanut!"
"Dad, hey, how's the new job?"
"Uh, it's going...it's going," the man awkwardly shrugged a little.
"Saw your team on the news," she commented, "You really got Norman Osborn to become an Avenger?"
"Yeah. So, this guy, he's a big deal, right?", Scott asked.
"Yeah, he was basically Tony Stark when Tony Stark wasn't Tony Stark anymore," his daughter explained, "Took over the business world. Even opened up a small place in San Francisco. Crappy security, though."
"Right. Right. Wait, what?," the ex-con gave a confused look.
"What?," Cassie quickly pretended she didn't say anything.
"Is X-Con doing a job over there? Luis didn't tell me anything about that."
"Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's this thing we've been working on. It's been so busy and I've been helping the guys over there with security," she hastily explained, "Anyways, how's Hope?"
Scott noticed the quick way his daughter changed the subject, but he decided to simply go with it, "She's having the time of her life over here. She loves all of this. Getting to work with some of the smartest people in the world. Getting job offers from billionaires. It's...I haven't seen her this excited in some time."
"Well, what about you? You're helping her out, right?"
Scott faltered, awkwardly coughing, "Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, totally, one-hundred percent. Doing some...doing some helping here, helping there. Saving the world."
Now, it was Cassie's time to be suspicious, "Wait, are they seriously not letting you help?"
Lang sighed, "These...These guys got it figured out, Cassie, they know what they're doing. I mean, too many cooks spoil the broth and all that."
"C'mon, Dad, you saved the universe and they don't even want you to give 'em a hand! That's bullshit!"
"Hey, language!," Scott scolded the teenage girl.
"Dad, why don't you show them what you can do? You're the freaking Ant-Man! You've taken on asshole billionaires and supercriminals! You punched a space whale!"
Scott sighed, feeling a pang of nostalgia from how she began idolizing him. It was almost like she was a little kid again, the only one who actually saw him as a hero, even when the world either saw him as a criminal or a joke.
"I did, didn't I?," Scott allowed a small smile to pass across his face.
"Dad, come on. You can do this. You're the world's greatest grandma."
The Ant-Man chuckled a little, "Thanks, Cassie."
"Alright, I've gotta head out. Luis wants me back from break."
"Okay, see you around, Peanut."
"Love you, Dad," the girl clicked her mouse, ending the call.
Scott closed the laptop, breathing in deeply. From the pocket of his jacket, he pulled out something. A small screen, the type that the Kree had in the arms of their armor.
"Alrighty, Scotty," the ex-con pulled out a screwdriver, "Time to get to work."
…
As Carol walked around the place, searching for somewhere to take off and fly away, she noticed a gaggle of Strange's students walking behind her.
She turned, smirking, "Hey, if you're looking for your teacher, I've got zero idea where he is. Why don't you walk off and go pull rabbits out of your hats?"
"Well, is that any way to speak to an old friend," one of the students spoke up in an Australian accent.
Carol's eyes widened, "Of friggin' course."
The group began to morph, their skin changing from your typical human hues to a plant-like green. Their ears sharpened and their eyes became black.
Standing before Carol now was a group of Skrulls, led by an old friend of hers.
"Talos, you green son of a bitch," Carol chuckled, walking over to give her friend a hug, "And here I was hoping I'd never have to see your lime-colored ass again."
"I see your taste in snark hasn't changed," he smiled.
"How've you been, man? Been a while since I've heard from your people."
Talos's smile dropped a little, "I've been better. Fury and his lot have been helpful, giving us jobs and a place to rest our heads. We're a step closer to finding a more...permanent home."
Carol couldn't help but notice the shift in mood, "Guessing you heard the news?"
Talos nodded, "We don't know how the Kree got past S.W.O.R.D.'s radar. We're only lucky they haven't found our base...yet."
"It gets worse."
"Oh, when does it not?"
"Yon-Rogg's leading the charge," Carol groaned.
"...I see."
"Something's wrong with him," Carol began to explain, "He's always been about the Kree way. Fighting alongside your men until death. Now, he's been running away like a coward every fight, sticking around long enough to throw some taunts before booking it. I think something else is happening."
"That or your little blood buddy lost his spine," Talos joked.
Carol's snickering got a reaction out of one of Talos's entourage.
"You laugh as my people are now facing extinction because of the monsters you once served?," the thin Skrull shouted out in anger, "As those same monsters are closer to finding out where our families rest their heads?"
"Calm yourself, Kl'rt," Talos turned to his subordinate.
"Hey, look, we're doing the best we can do right now," Carol explained.
"You've destroyed countless of their ships before, yet this is too much trouble for you?," the Skrull known as Kl'rt yelled, "I'm beginning to wonder if we should place all of our faith in the 'great Captain Marvel' anymore."
"Enough," Talos sternly faced Kl'rt, glaring down at him to shut him up, "It is the attitude of Skrulls like you that is warping the minds of our children."
The Skrull's argument hit Carol, feelings of guilt washing over her. The soldier wasn't aware of all that she has been through, the chaos she's had to deal with. But there was truth to some of things he complained about. As powerful as Carol was, she couldn't solve every problem. There was a fear that if she somehow fell in battle, the Skrulls and any of the other races she's fought alongside would be destroyed by the Kree.
She shook her head, trying to dispel the annoying thoughts away, "Quite the company you have here."
"Yes, well, I've heard your group is even stranger," Talos raised an eyebrow at his comrade, "I've heard you even have the Asgardian king fighting besides you."
Carol scoffed, "More like fighting with me. This woman...I've got no idea what's up with her. She calls me up to join this mission, yet she keeps trying to drive me crazy. I swear, if the world wasn't in trouble, I'd give her a photon blast to the face."
"It only figures," Talos shrugs, "You know how her people feel about the Kree."
Carol's head rose up quickly, "Sorry, back up. What?"
"You don't know?," Talos asked, "The Kree and the Asgardians have a...bitter history. Most know nothing of it. The Kree wouldn't want to admit to losing against a group of sword-wielding warriors riding on flying horses."
Carol took the information in, thoughts racing in her head. Unfortunately, she couldn't ask more questions as she needed to stay on track, "I'm guessing you didn't come here just to say hi."
Talos nodded, "S.W.O.R.D.'s found something. That tech your gang got off the Kree. One of our top scientists up there, guy named Richards, he found something. The armor has trace amounts of vibranium."
"What? Wait, you mean the stuff King T'Challa has?," Carol asked, "I thought that stuff was only in Wakanda?"
"You speak of the Black Flerken?"
"Panther."
"What's a panther?"
"Nevermind," Carol rubbed her eyes, "Really gotta take you to a pet store one day."
"The substance didn't originate from Earth. The planet it came from is long gone, but remnants still exist out there. Damn thing makes for some powerful armor and even better artillery," Talos explained, "However, it's a limited resource. If they want to invade this planet with enough firepower to wipe you out, they'll need a heaping supply."
"And the only place to get that is...Wakanda" Carol's heart sunk, "I have to tell the others."
She stepped forward and took Talos's hand into hers, "Thank you. I promise you, all of you, I will not let the Kree take your home away from you."
"Thank you, Carol Danvers," Talos nodded.
Suddenly, a large beam shone from the sky. Carol looked up to see a cloaked spaceship pull the Skrulls up, the last thing Carol seeing being the thankful look of Talos and the angry mug of Kl'rt.
As the blonde sighed, a cough was heard behind her.
"You know, I knew aliens existed, but a part of me hoped the whole little green men thing was wrong," Wanda looked up with amusement at the spaceship as it flew off.
"Believe me, there are far weirder things than those guys out there," Carol chuckled.
"They seem to really like you."
"Yeah, well, who doesn't?," Carol cheekily smirked, "Not gonna lie, you would fit right in up there."
Wanda scoffed, her signature red mist flowing around her fingers, "I don't even fit in down here."
"Well, neither do I. Get in line, Maximoff," Carol joked, "Now, come on. We need to get everybody together."
…
T'Challa and Hope walked across the courtyard, trying to clear their heads.
"God, I really needed a break," Hope sighed with relief, "A whole damn day and so far nothing."
"It has only been a day, Doctor. Results take time," T'Challa explained.
"Well, we've got a massive armada coming to destroy us all so time isn't exactly on our side," Hope rebutted, "My parents could solve this issue in a damn snap if they were here."
"Why aren't they here exactly?," T'Challa asked, "I would assume Dr. Strange sent them an invitation."
"No," Hope shook her head, "They didn't want to come. Said it was too risky. Coming out into the open, it just wasn't safe."
"I thought the government pardoned your family?"
"They did. It's just...My parents made a lot of enemies and if we want to keep our research going, we can't risk doing anything too...public."
"I'm not sure 'public' means the same to Americans as it does to me," T'Challa joked, "Unless keeping a low profile involves wearing a suit and fighting alien soldiers."
"This is already super risky for me," Hope explained, "I mean, I love being the Wasp. I love saving people, fighting bad guys, doing more than hiding, but...I still can't help looking over my shoulder thinking something bad's coming my way."
"I'm assuming your husband convinced you to join."
Hope burst out into laughter, "Scott's not my husband!"
"Oh, my apologies. Your partner?"
"...Yeah, let's go with that," Hope shrugged, "He pushed me a little, but it was my choice. And now I'm hoping that I'm not gonna pay for it."
T'Challa nodded, "You know, I believe I can understand what you are going through."
"Really?"
"For years, Wakanda kept itself hidden. I, as well as my father and his father before him, we all had to hide what we were capable of in fear of what would happen. So far, it hasn't been easy, not in any way, but...It was needed. The world needed the Black Panther."
Hope snickered, "Funny, from what I've heard, you've been a bit reluctant to put on the uniform."
T'Challa sighed, "Yes, well...turning to ash does that to you."
…
"Absolutely not!," Rhodey yelled, "Sam, this is insane! What the hell do you think you're doing letting some Fortune 500 dumbass in a suit join the team?!"
"I'm with the Scrap Metal on this one," Valkyrie looked to their leader, "I get that we're backed into a corner here, but does he really seem like the type of man we need for this?"
"Oh come on, man," Sam groaned.
"I've seen people like him before. Who rush in with no plan and hope that their ego and confidence can get them as far as they need to be. Guess which type of people were the first to fall on the battlefield," Valkyrie explained.
"Look, is Osborn a bit of a showboat? Yes! But he turned the tide against the Kree twice now and that was just as a rookie!," Sam pointed out.
"If that was enough to be an Avengers, I would've joined long before," Strange sarcastically commented.
"Wilson, it's not just your world on the line here. It's mine too!," Valkyrie looked at the ex-soldier, "My people will be wiped out if that half-wit's blunders end up costing us this war!"
Strange contemplated for a minute before speaking up, "I agree with Wilson."
"Are you serious, Wizard?," asked Brunnhilde, incredulous.
"I swore an oath to protect this world and I will do whatever it takes to uphold that oath," Strange explained.
Rhodes bitterly snickered, "Yeah...I think we all know that."
Strange swiftly turned his head to Rhodey, the two staring at one another for a moment in silence. Valkyrie couldn't help but notice how Stephen's hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Colonel Rhodes, are you sure there's nothing else making you uncomfortable with working with Osborn?", Strange squinted his eyes at the colonel suspiciously.
Rhodes hesitated, "I think I could ask the same of you...I just think he's not ready."
"Rhodey, none of us are ready," Sam walked over to him, "Look around you! Half of us want to tear each other apart, we're still several steps behind the Kree, and we can't even get our shit together! This guy might be an asshole, but maybe we need an asshole if we're gonna make it out of this alive! If you can't take that, then what the hell are you still standing here for?!"
The two faced each other, standing eye-to-eye. Rhodes was a bit taken aback by Sam's sudden change in tone, but he's never been the type to back down. Sam was already dealing with a shit ton of stuff on his plate and he didn't need the cherry on top that was more bickering.
Thankfully, before something could break out between the two, T'Challa and Hope walked in, confused looks on their faces.
"I'm assuming this is a bad time," Hope looked at the two comrades facing off against one another.
"Unless you want us to watch as you strike each other down like crazed gorillas," T'Challa joked.
The rest of the group arrived as well. Hope noticed Scott's shifty looks and Strange saw Peter's uncertain glance.
"What's the deal, gang?," Osborn asked in a comedic tone, "We're on another wacky adventure? "
"You are asking for me to punch you, aren't you?", Rhodes muttered.
"I'm sorry, what's happening?," Peter asked.
"We've decided to let the rich man join our little crusade," Valkyrie told them, "Hope you enjoy the jokester in the metal suit before he ends up getting us all blown to Helheim."
"Yes!," Osborn pumped his fist in the air, "You're not gonna regret it. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to make sure this goes well."
"Well, we're gonna need all the help we can get," Carol barged into the room, Wanda behind her.
"Danvers, what's going on?," Rhodes asked.
"S.W.O.R.D. just dropped by," Strange told the team before Carol could say anything.
Carol tilted her head, "How-?"
"You think a giant spaceship just plopped right through here without me allowing it?," Strange smirked.
"Could've used that skill earlier, Sideburns," Carol joked before returning to a more serious demeanor, "They figured out where the Kree are going to strike next: Wakanda."
Fear struck T'Challa as the world slowed down around him, "What?"
"The Kree are using vibranium for their weaponry, but they need a new supply of it soon," explained Carol.
"I think we all know the only place they can find that," Wanda sighed.
T'Challa walked to the middle of the room, eyes widened with terror, "We need to go. NOW!"
Sam nodded. However, before he could say anything, Osborn butted into the conversation.
"Alright, men, we're about to roll out! Strange, any of your little Harry Potter buddies you can convince, bring 'em along. Peter, King T'Challa, Lang, grab as much of that Kree tech as you can. We could use that over there. I hear they've got some kickass labs down there and we need as much firepower as possible. Everyone...suit up."
The group stood still for a minute, amazed by the billionaire suddenly taking charge.
"Well, are we waiting for Christmas? Let's go, people! Planet to save and all!", Osborn waved his arms.
The team quickly did as the man told them, rushing out of the temple. Sam walked over to the Iron Patriot, trying to get a read on him.
"Sorry, was that your cue over there? Didn't wanna steal your thunder," Osborn apologized.
"Let's just go," Sam groaned, already regretting this.
…
Far from Earth, a massive ship hovered in the empty blackness of space. Within it, soldiers walked through the halls, devoted to protect the vessel with their lives.
Yon-Rogg marched through the area, opening a door into a small room. In the middle of the room was a small teal square that he began to kneel upon.
He closed his eyes and when he reopened them, he was no longer on the ship, but rather a massive white world, the light almost blinding him. The commander scoped the area, looking for the one he was supposed to meet.
"Yon-Rogg."
Yon turned to see a figure in the distance, one with pale white hair and green Kree armor. The figure kept its back away from Yon, who kneeled in respect to the being.
"Intelligence," he spoke almost in reverence, "I am honored to be in your presence once more."
"As you should be," the Supreme Intelligence replied, "How goes the plan?"
Yon faltered a little before answering, "All is going well so far. The humans are unaware as to what we have in store for them."
"Our troops?"
"Only three of our useful men have fallen to battle," the commander explained, "As for the others...It matters not. Sending prisoners of war and freaks in monstrous gear was a brilliant move on your part, Intelligence."
"Of course it was," the figure chuckled, the laughter causing the commander's spine to shiver, "Why send the best of the best for some shithole of a world like C-53 when we can send the disposable, the broken?"
"Intelligence," the commander's voice trembled, "I know it would be...dishonorable to fight alongside enemies of the empire, but...isn't it also dishonorable to not face this challenge head on?"
The being tilted its head to the Kree, "I can only hope this isn't about wanting revenge against Vers?"
Yon's words were caught in his throat. Before he could say anything, green tendrils began to slowly wrap around his body. They slowly pulled Yon down to the floor, lifting his head up so he could face his superior.
"Yon, you have served my people well," the being began to walk over to the man, "The spitting image of a true Kree soldier. Yet you allow your feelings for the human to cloud your judgement."
"I only wish to uphold our values," Yon gulped.
"And you will," the Intelligence soothingly stated, stroking the man's face, "Once you complete the assignment. Now...will you do that?"
A tear ran down Yon's face as he was forced to stare his ruler in the eyes, the image of the being horrifying him, "Yes. Whatever must be done will be done."
"Good," The Intelligence said, Yon's own voice coming out of the being's mouth and Yon's own smile covering the being's face.
…
At the ship's cockpit sat three Starforce soldiers: Minn-Erva, Att-Lass, and Bron-Char. Minn-Erva's face was heavily scarred, her own goggles fused to her after her last battle on Earth.
Yon entered the room, his face appearing disturbed.
"How did it go?," Att-Lass asked.
"The Intelligence has been informed," Yon explained, his voice hoarse, "We will commence as planned."
"Are you okay, sir?," Bron-Charr wondered.
The commander cleared his throat, "I'm fine. What's important is that we signal our troops. Set coordinates for the nation of Wakanda."
"Perfect," Minn-Erva smiled maliciously, "I cannot wait to watch that planet burn."
"Remember the objective, Minn-Erva," Yon sternly told his subordinate, "You know your roles. You know what we must do."
After a moment of silence, Att-Lass spoke up, "So, Vers is really there?"
The commander sighed, "Yes, there is no doubt she will be."
The crew nodded solemnly. Although they attacked her, they still remembered her time with their crew. And Yon...he couldn't help but think of the more fond memories of the human. However, they had a mission and they were going to do whatever it takes.
"Alright. The dispensable ones are prepared to be deployed. Let us begin," Yon-Rogg straightened his composure.
"For the good of all Kree!," the three soldiers chanted.
Yon nodded slowly, his voice quieter than the others, "For the good of all Kree."