" Slavery does not merely mean a legalised form of subjection. It means a state of society in which some men are forced to accept from others the purposes which control their conduct. "

-Bhimrao Ramji Ambedkar

Amnon roamed around the hallway as he saw the crates were moving. His sane self had understood that the father and daughter remained there for a while which he knew was a signal of their presence.

" I need to speak to Andrew and his daughter right now, before it's too late, " he said and saw the crates were labeled, " Fragile: Kree Tech to Ethiopia "

His brainwashed self grinned and thought of a grim idea. He looked over to some iron ball and chains and heard some voices coming from there.

" Hey, over here! " a male voice echoed.

Suddenly, he started to have some headaches and instantly placed both of his hands on his forehead. He was panicking and yelling in excruciating pain when the sane Amnon was again attempting to regain control over his monstrous body.

" You foolish…" he angrily gritted his teeth and snapped out to his sane self. Amnon-Selah spoke to the demon in his head. " You think you'll do that, huh?! I'm not gonna let you do that! Don't you dare to overtake me! I've got full control of this body now! So for Hala's sake, scram and go away! "

Amnon curiously looked around and heard the whispers when he walked over to the crates and opened the cover. A familiar male blond Inhuman and his daughter remained inside a large crate.

" Andrew, Alicia…"

" Amnon, thank goodness, you're here, " Andrew smiled and sighed in relief.

" We heard roaming guards and people, " Alicia added.

" Just stay within the crates. More are on the way, " the Kree-Lizard hybrid lowly replied and shushed.

" Just take us to Ethiopia. "

" Yeah, we heard the guards are planning to take more slaves from the free nomads."

" Fine, but just stay quiet. I don't want to attract attention, " Amnon replied and turned his head around to the place.

" Amnon, are you going with us there? " the young girl curiously asked.

The Kree-Lizard hybrid deeply thought before covering the crate when the father and daughter waited for his response. It took him sometime, thinking about his mother, friends, and the Kree Eternal. He missed his mother very much and felt homesick for six months as he sadly sighed.

" Amnon, are you okay? "

" Well… I'm gonna find my way to escape from here, " he broke his silence. " I need to return to France and start finding my mother and then the Kree Eternal. It's a long story to tell. I will get there soon enough. "

" Okay, good luck in finding them, " Andrew smiled. " Thank you for keeping us safe. "

" You're welcome…" he smiled back. " Thanks…"

Amnon carefully closed the crate, noticed some figures coming, and took them when the crates to Ethiopia were being transported to the trawler or aircraft. Finally, the human aircraft pilot and his crew were preparing for their departure from New York.

" Great Pama, I feel something weird is happening. I don't even know why. Is that a strange cosmic energy wandering around somewhere on this planet? Is this father and daughter helping me to escape and bringing me to the Kree Eternal elsewhere? "Amnon curiously thought and walked around the trawler to find any kind of rope or coil like strap to tie the crate." Maybe so...I should do this and find out for myself…"

Busily working around the crate, he was worried about his meeting with Kasius, he remembered the extinction of the different races when he saw the crate containing the Inhuman father and daughter. Looking at the dark skies, he thought of bringing up the message and met one of the people in the next destination.

" Kasius and his followers might be after anyone else in this world. I need to go home to Rouen and tell my mother what's going to happen very soon. If I find Methu-Selah elsewhere, maybe he could defeat that tyrant by himself, "Amnon anxiously thought and cleared his throat to imitate the deep voice of that demon. " Excuse, creature. "

" We'll be delivering them to the next city, " an African-American pilot in his forties replied and took his seat.

" Yeah, they're some important alien tech to be built for war, I guess, " his Caucasian co-pilot added.

" What city in Ethiopia will we be arriving in? "

" Addis Ababa. "

" I doubt the Overlord's plans of ruling the planet. It has been fifty years we have been suffering like this, " the co-pilot added. " This prolonged invasion never gave us a benefit. "

" I doubt it as well. There is still one force that can stop them."

" The Rebels. "

" But the Skrulls are the sworn enemies of the Kree, " the pilot chuckled and added while controlling the plane. " Who knows they might be after their home planet. "

Amnon recalled the green shape-shifting race which his late cousin Mar-Vell and his fellow slave Katean Knythe had mentioned to him before. Somehow, he suspiciously looked at the two pilots and raised his eyebrows.

" Are you one of them? " he asked.

" You think we're those green freaks?! " the Caucasian co-pilot loudly laughed.

" Hell, no! " the African-American pilot exclaimed. " We ain't Skrulls, okay?! We're red-blooded humans! If you think we're one of them, you might get killed along the way! They hate half-Kree guys like you along with the full-blooded ones with a burning passion! "

" Right…" the Kree-Lizard hybrid nervously laughed and leaned on his seat. " While yes, there is another. As well, there is another force that can work alongside them. "

" Oh yeah, the Faunus race. "

" The Kree and Faunus were once allies before, but another race just caused that break-up. "

" And this race is? " Amnon asked.

" From Lady Basha's people, " the head pilot replied. " The one whom we serve aside from the blue and the pink freaks. "

" Like the Elder Enoch the Chronicom says, " UNKNOWN "," his partner snickered.

" Wait… Enoch…"the Kree-Lizard curiously raised his eyebrows and thought." I met this guy back in Alaska some years ago. I should have talked to him further, before I had gone missing to Russia. Nevermind, I'm playing along with these guys. "

Crossing above the Atlantic Ocean, Amnon kept staring at the crate which he secretly let Andrew and Alicia in hiding. Then, he turned his attention to the window and sadly sighed, remembering his days with his friends on his trips from California to France. His mind was wandering and drifting off to his mother. He was reminiscing about his two years when he remained in hiding in Rouen. Amnon missed hearing her words of wisdom as well as telling his adventures to her. Somehow, his homesickness had visited him without being bothered by his monstrous and brainwashed self.

" I wonder if Mom has already returned to the mansion since the last time I saw her. I hope she's okay right now. I really want to go home, "he thought, turned to the pilots, and asked. " How much further until we land? "

" Three hours more, " the African-American pilot answered. " Why? Are you getting bored, Hybrid? "

" I guess so…"

" If you want more answers, you have to meet the other Elders, " his co-pilot spoke up while controlling the plane. " I hope you can meet them very soon. Oh, by the way, there is a strange guy that you need to meet, the Kree-Faunus hybrid, named Methuselah Belladonna. People call him the Old Blue Cat. "

" Belladonna...That last name brings music to my ears, " Amnon replied and found the last name familiar which his mother had mentioned.

" Actually, Methuselah is believed to be the cat lady's nephew who died on the streets of Paris more than a decade ago. I don't even know how on Earth he returned to life! Anyways, the cat lady went to Asgard with her hubby when Kasius' father went nuts on our planet. "

" Not what I was intending, but close enough…"'

" Methuselah's mother is a Kree nomad. You know the exiles from their planet, " the African-American added. " But he and his aunt met somewhere else when he was younger, I think."

" Well, Mom just mentioned to me that the guy's last name was Belladonna. Was he a friend of hers before? I'm getting an odd familiar feeling, right now,"Amnon deeply thought, crossed his arms, and pretended to chuckle darkly. " ...That makes them a new prey to hunt for me! "

" Not a prey, but rather an old lunatic, like you, Hybrid! "

" We're both thinking you're a wacko and thinkin' yourself as the real SCP-682, but you're not! You're just damn crazy and stupid, that's all! Man, get yourself a shrink after this invasion! You might end up wearing a straight jacket for sure! "

The human pilots loudly laughed at him. Amnon heavily sighed and felt ashamed of himself being Kasius's brainwashed slave. That Telekill incident from four months ago had helped him to gain his true sanity and consciousness. Somehow, he regretted staying and working for his lot. That harsh joke turned out to be a wake up call for him to get back to his true senses in full.

" Why are you two laughing? Are you ridiculing me? " he asked, feeling offended. " Am I a joke to you?! "

" No, we're not! " the African-American pilot ceased his laughter with his partner. " We're just joking you, Dude! Come on, don't you have a sense of humor? "

" Look, we're talking about someone else, " his co-pilot added. " We're getting rumors that Methuselah Belladonna is the Kree Eternal in disguise. "

" Methu-Selah?! " Amnon widened his eyes in shock and slipped the Kree Eternal's name out of his tongue. " Do you know who he is? "

" How do you know, Hybrid? Do you have a scoop to tell which we have never known? "

" It's just…. a friend of mine had told me about him. Do you know where he is now? Please, I need to know…"

" What concerns you, then? "

" I really need to find him...and his missing son…Do you people have an idea where they are? "

The two pilots intently looked at him and exchanged glances. Amnon-Selah waited for their answer which took them several minutes to respond.

" No, " the Caucasian co-pilot instantly replied. " We don't have a clue of where that guy is. Secondly, we have heard some rumors of a half-Kree Eternal boy escaping from an MTF Facility in California after the earthquake happened. It could be him. Methu-Selah's missing son could have wandered around and searched for his old man on planet Earth for years. Why are you asking? "

Amnon remained silent for a while and spoke, " Nothing…."

" Heh, really? " the head pilot raised his voice and replied. " You really wanna know why Taryan and Kasius both hate him? "

" Yes? "

" A long, long time ago, Old Methu-Selah had predicted this planet would be in the hands of his fellow people, " the co-pilot explained.

" Okay, why? "

" The Kree Empire wanted to gain more power and conquer every planet in the cosmos and thought of getting even against the Skrulls and other races. Methu-Selah told them to stop their extraterritorial nonsense. So, the Kree race banished him on his planet as he is schizophrenic, just like you. "

" This is exactly what the Lord Supremor told me about before I got controlled by Kasius, " Amnon muttered.

" What did you say, Hybrid? " the Caucasian co-pilot asked and clearly heard the hybrid's words.

" Nothing, nothing. Just carry on, " he dismissed and cleared his throat, diverting their attention by making a fake sneeze and covering his mouth.

" Oh, yeah, if you find him, you will get mind blown off his words, " the African-American head pilot added. " Some people think he's crazy or something. "

" If he'll be able to, that is. "

" He's just like Rasputin of our age, but he sees the future as well. "

" Plot manipulation then. Hm, what a shame, " Amnon falsely chuckled and grinned. " Too bad, it wouldn't affect me then. "

" You...sure do have a lot of hubris within you, to think of that. "

" And why is that? "

" Here's the thing, if you meet him, you have to give him something to eat first. Plus, he knows everything about the past if you ask questions. Just be aware that he has psychotic episodes aside from his shadow clones."

Amnon completely understood and pretended to be sighing in disgust as he spoke, " Why do all heroes these days have to be so critical? Yes, it would introduce more challenges, but I believe one of them could be an overpowered one like the Inhumans or my Kree-side, but nevermind... "

The plane had reached and landed at the airstrip going near Addis Ababa. The pilots carefully opened the hatch when the Kree-Lizard hybrid stood up and walked out from the cockpit and back to the hangar.

" Hey, Bud, " the Caucasian co-pilot asked." Do you think that guy might be...you know of? "

" Man, what are you talking about?! " his head pilot raised his voice.

" Well, that hybrid guy kept asking about the Kree Eternal. Do you even think he's Old Methu-Selah's missing son? "

" How did you know? "

" Did you even notice the green humanoid irises in his eyes? " he asked. " I encountered that old Kree man back in Bolivia twenty years ago, along with that guy Ignatius Knightfall. He rescued us from the lizard and his fellow blue skins. "

" Was this before you got enslaved for the second time? "

" Yeah, " the co-pilot nodded. " Now, I'm seeing the same eyes as the Kree Eternal's! Seriously, that hybrid guy could be…."

" Okay, okay, okay, " the African-American pilot nodded and dismissed his partner. " I get it. Look, I haven't seen the old blue man myself nor his alter-egos. I'm thinking if he meets that Kree Eternal. I hope he'll change his mind or something. "

" I mean, who in the right mind would think he's immune to any plot manipulation?! Or probably, he's just making excuses to protect himself and diverting our attention by secretly spying on us. This is ridiculous, man. I have heard from the other slaves that he got brainwashed before to be like 682, until that Telekill incident brought his sanity back, " he replied. " I'm even sure he's struggling to regain his true senses for sure. "

" Kasius has totally messed up the boy's head," the head pilot said. " I'm pretty sure that tyrant has a lot of explaining to do. "

" Right, I hope that hybrid guy finds his true savior, I mean his long-lost father…"

" That explains why he's asking us, " he nodded. " Okay, we'll just take the crates first. Then, we'll find that Old Blue Cat somewhere else. Remember, he wanders around. Get it? "

" Yeah,Yeah, I know. "

Inside the crate, Andrew and Alicia overheard the Kree-Faunus man's story as they knew what they would do next. Amnon stood near the crate where the father and daughter remained and gently knocked on it with his boot to check if they would respond.

" Smart move for them, this reminded me of how I got to Moscow with my friends back then, "he thought and waited for the response." I'm not sure if they could survive that long without oxygen for more hours. "

" Hey, Hybrid, you can leave the crates for now, " the African-American pilot called him. " We're going to the streets of Addis Ababa and meeting some traders. "

" Well, nevermind...okay, now to execute the plan, I just thought of, " Amnon sighed and turned to them. " Just keeping them in check, that's all."

" Good! Just guard and handle them with care, okay?! "

" Got it! "

While watching them carrying the other crates, the Kree-Lizard hybrid heard the slight knock from the larger crate, smiled, and sighed in relief. Suddenly, he sensed the same cosmic energy from a distance and enlarged his eyes. His both hands began to spark a small light. Amnon was surprised that his Kree powers began to unleash.

" Great Pama, what's going on?! "he anxiously thought and attempted to stop the light coming from his hands." Why am I still feeling so weird tonight?! That same cosmic energy, I can sense it! What on Hala is going on with me?! Is this my Kree side starting to awaken again?! I can't conceal this! Don't tell me… I am going to see him for real! I have been searching for him for years! This is it! I just need his help right now to break free from 682! This is my only chance to escape! "

(Scenes on this chapter is based from Great War RP byFlashlightMan,Budderwriter1, and yours truly.)

(Additional scenes and dialogues by yours truly.)