"The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand."
- Frank Herbert
(TWO DAYS LATER: ROUEN, FRANCE, 11:45 PM)
After learning the events from five decades ago, Skoúro decided to spend more time with Elder Carol Danvers and helped her along with the chores and errands within the mansion on her son's behalf. She told her subordinates from the Mobile Task Force that she needed more time to help out the retired Avenger before going to the Foundation Facility in Paris. This time, she spent reading Amnon's journals that were mostly written in French aside from Russian and English and gradually understood what he was telling.
" J'ai rencontré Bombos et Nukeo dans une centrale nucléaire abandonnée en Sibérie, en Russie. Au début, j'appréhendais tellement de les rencontrer, mais ce sont eux aussi qui m'ont compris quelle que soit ma sombre origine. "
" Ces deux-là sont devenus mes amis et compagnons de voyage. Nous sommes arrivés à Moscou et avons rencontré le vieil Alexei Shostakov. Quelque chose s'est produit en cours de route lorsque j'ai été séparé et que j'ai erré sans aucune idée dans les rues. Encore une fois, j'ai été harcelé, méprisé et poursuivi par des gens à la fois esclaves et envahisseurs. J'ai souffert d'être perdu dans la traduction en dehors du froid extrême, de la famine et de la soif. "
" Pourtant, quelqu'un est venu me sauver de mes détracteurs et m'a amené dans la zone la plus sûre de Moscou. L'homme se trouve être un ancien chasseur Remnite transformé en astronaute qui a passé plusieurs jours dans l'espace. Lui et sa famille avaient quitté leur patrie et s'étaient définitivement installés en Russie. "
" La famille Ryliea avait été si gentille et hospitalière avec moi en l'espace de six mois. J'ai passé à aider le ménage en retour, mais ils m'ont entraîné à devenir cosmonaute le moment venu. J'ai aussi appris à communiquer en russe comme deuxième langue. Ils m'ont traité comme un membre de la famille, pas comme un horrible étranger comme la Fondation l'avait pensé. "
" Lorsque les forces rebelles sont arrivées dans la Cité des étoiles de Moscou et en ont fait leur base d'opérations, je suis tombée amoureuse pour la deuxième fois de la fille du vieux Smolya, Shadra. Elle m'a rappelé mon regretté premier amour, Nancy, mais elle était plus gentille qu'elle. J'ai appris à la connaître et j'ai noué une courte relation avec elle. Shadra rêvait d'être la première femme Faunus à marcher sur la poussière rouge froide de la planète Mars. Je l'aimais tellement que je devais respecter ses rêves. Une fois cette invasion terminée, je reviendrais lui rendre visite bientôt car je prévois de poursuivre ma relation pour de bon. "
" Je souhaitais rester là-bas et être avec ma petite amie, mais je devais continuer mon interminable voyage vers la France. Je lui ai dit adieu, ainsi qu'à sa famille, car mes amis ont aidé à quitter la Russie et à traverser la frontière ukrainienne. Je ne savais pas que les envahisseurs étaient après moi, mais j'ai réussi à me rendre en Ukraine en toute sécurité. "
" Surely, Amnon had experienced so much ups and downs in his stay in Russia to travel to Ukraine, "Skoúro thought and closed the book of the Kree-Lizard hybrid's writings." Now, that explains why he was no longer in sight with our MTF Troopers in Moscow. He spent his six months for his cosmonaut training as he wanted to become one when this prolonged onslaught is over. Yet, he started to fell in love for his second time.I really get it, now! Now, his life is becoming more interesting than I thought. "
The dark angel looked at the wall clock which it was nearly turning twelve midnight. She covered her mouth and yawned in her gentle and soft voice. Skoúro placed Amnon's journal on the side table and stretched her arms up high. Then, she threw herself on the bed and sighed, lying down.
" I want to finish reading Amnon's story as soon as possible. I'll continue this on another day There's still a lot to learn from him! Wait...hold it! I can go to the abandoned Site 19, search some stuff from there, and bring whatever relevant information. That's right. I'll do it tomorrow..."
Skoúro's eyes began to close and drifted into her peaceful slumber. She placed and leaned her head on the pillow. The cool evening breeze from the window greeted and kissed her cheeks when she was softly snored and snuggled on Amnon's pillow.
(The Next Day: In the Forests, Near Site 19 Facility, California: 8:05 AM)
After eleven hours of air travel from France, a small quinjet in a stealth mode had arrived and landed on the earthly ground. The fleet had folded and unveiled its hatch where the angelic being with dark wings had walked out along with MTF troopers. She looked at the forest, trying to remember those days when she was assigned from fifty years ago.
" Ma'am, how long are you going into that abandoned facility? " the man in a kevlar suit and helmet asked and held his rifle.
" Less than two hours, '' Skoúro replied. " I'd just need to find something where Elder Danvers had told me of this exact place. "
" We're worried for your safety, General Commander, " the other MTF trooper added. " You almost got shot by a Kree Soldier. "
" No worries, " she softly chuckled and assured. " I'll be fine, guys. "
" We'll be there if you need us. "
" Sure, thanks. "
The MTF Troopers saluted her in unison when she made a friendly wave. The luscious forests greeted her when Skoúro continued walking on a grassy ground where she felt the rough and solid ground. She noticed some fox running around and birds flying above the bright blue morning skies.
The dark angel spotted an abandoned Foundation facility where it turned out a mini-forest. On the walls, fences, and gates, there were growing and creeping vines. She noticed a rabbit hopping around and searching for food. Then, there were wild flowers and bushes flourishing on the premises where the insects fluttered and exchanged pollen through the open air. Skouro saw some cracked walls and corners of this building covered with moss. The other side was growing with ferns and vines.
" I barely remember this place, "she curiously thought and skidded." How come it seems to be so familiar to me? This place is defunct for fifty years. The earthquake could have stopped the operation of this facility. This is really intriguing as I need to find out. "
As the hallway grew dimmer than the entrance, the dark angel formed an indigo radiance on her left hand. She moved her head to and fro and became vigilant for any intruders who would dare to attack her. Suddenly, a chirping sound caught her attention when Skoúro's light grew intense. She intently looked at the distance and saw a group of mice running around.
" I thought it was just another SCP-object on the loose. It was just mice, "she thought and sighed in relief.
Then, there were several cobwebs attached from the ceiling onto the wall when the angel with raven wings continued walking and reached at the most distant corner of the facility. She curiously tilted her head and noticed that door was locked and barricaded by metallic chains made of Vibranium. Skoúro crossed her eyebrows and frowned, thinking what's inside the room and how to break the door. It took a while for her to deceipher and act.
" Perhaps, this purple light on my hand can blast and open the door, " she said to herself. " I'll give it a try and see what's inside the room. "
Skouro focused to form another light on her right hand aside from the one on her left. She concentrated and aimed at the door when an indigo radiance had caused the door to open by blasting it. The forest animals in the abandoned facility were startled by this sudden explosion. She nervously chuckled and sweat as she felt sorry for them in disturbing. Then, she entered the place and looked at the metallic shelves. There were several archived files inside the boxes. Skoúro began to have a look of each shelves and boxes, looking for files related to Amnon.
It took seconds to minutes searching every paperworks and archived documents as she tirelessly went from shelf to shelf. There were written and redacted details of numerous SCP objects and assets which they were contained in the facility from more than fifty years ago. Skoúro continued searching which it added more minutes into an hour when she had gone into the entire room and shelves. She became exhausted and sat down on the floor.
" I have checked everywhere, "she heavily sighed and sat on the floor." This search is pointless. I kept finding for Amnon's files. They're nothing, but other SCP objects before him or while he was here. I guess I should go back to the quinjet and then tell Carol that I have given up finding for those files. "
In the verge of quitting, Skoúro was unaware of the farthest shelf where she didn't take a look this morning. She eyed on the corner and facepalmed for not realizing it. There was a box placed on a vacant shelf where it remained sitting and untouched for five decades.
" This must be it! "she happily thought." I hope this is the right box to look for! Time to check it for good! "
Skouro reached for the most distant area of the sealed archives room and found the box. She carried it and frowned as she realised it was too heavy. The dark angel carefully took the box into her arms and noticed it was sealed by a plastic clear tape. She was very curious of what's inside and thinking of opening it. She placed it on the floor and noticed the word,archived.Skoúro took out her blade from her belongings and mindfully and slowly slashing the tape on the box, like a saw cutting the wood. Finally, she sighed in relief, opened the box, and saw folders and paperworks. The dark angel curiously took a disclaiming letter and carefully read it.
To whom it may concern in finding this box of classified documents,
I am writing to you for handling and searching about such relevant information of the Kree-SCP 682 hybrid clone. There are paperworks and future plans for this child who the Foundation claimed to be an experiment or a weapon. For me, he is my only son through my Kree genes.
Please do not report to Dr. Clef or the 05 Council in regards to this box. I do not trust them during the days when my son is constantly and brutally experimented by SCP-682. I have selected a few people who would claim it: Dr. Valery Fedorov, a Russian Foundation scientist, Loki Laufeyson, an Asgardian god of mischief posing as an MTF Trooper, Mar-Vell, a former Kree Army captain and my greatest grandnephew, and finally Carol Danvers as Captain Marvel who will care for my abused son in the future.
As much as possible, please keep the box secured from those people who were not selected. The Foundation personnel will dare to expel me for some reasons along with the invaders who will dare to destroy this planet. They shall gain interest in bothering my child's life and put him into an imminent danger.
If you have found any of those mentioned people, please give this box to them. I would appreciate if you have followed my instructions and assisted them.
By Hala's Blessing be with you on your search for them.
Thank you and my kindest regards,
Dr. J.M. Montmartre
" Carol was one of the people whom Dr. Montmartre had chosen, "Skoúro curiously thought and held the letter." I wonder why. "
Skouro placed the letter inside the box and carefully released the papers and files. She noticed a twenty page document scribed in an unearthly lettering and intently eyed on it as she browsed and flipped the pages.
" These are writings in Kree. They seemed to be a series of encrypted messages which are too hard to deceipher. Dr. Montmartre or Methu-Selah didn't let anyone to discover it. I need someone to translate this. "
Skoúro placed the Kree document into the box and found a long brown envelope, opening it. She carefully read and browsed the pages, disclosing the observations and writings of the Foundation scientists to the hybrid clone child. On those files, they wrote about their findings and discussions about theharsh andrepetitive playtimesof SCP-682 to the boy.The names of the other Foundation personnel involved were redacted. Skoúro felt uncomfortable in reading the dialogue on the next page and silently wept for it contained profanity and insults below the belt towards the hybrid child. She quickly skimmed the page and gently rubbed her eyes when her tears had dropped on the paper.
Skoúro had proceeded on the next pages and kept reading which she discovered there were MTF Troopers and other SCP objects who occassionally attempted to kill the hybrid child after SCP-682 had done his turn. The dark angel became guilty and ashamed for herself if she would deliver the documents to the retired Avenger. She heavily sighed and read another series of condescending observations and remarks to the physically abused eight month old boy from the other Foundation scientists.
" I've understood those were part of the experimentation, "she sadly thought and returned the pages into the envelope and then to the box." I know how Carol and Methu-Selah have been tremendously infuriated with this. I feel sorry for them. "
Then, she found a sealed black folder which it labelled asPrototype Project Marvel Origin: CLASSIFIED.Skoúro carefully took off the seal and checked the five pages of the file. She focused on the first page and began reading.
Conception Date: 04-July-2017
After nine months of experimentation and monitoring the first test-tube child, we have conceived a full-term male hybrid clone from the H2O chamber. From my colleagues Doctors Fedorov and Price, they suggested me to name him, George, Benjamin, John, or Alexander after the founding fathers of the United States of America since my son was born on the Independence Day. It's interesting, but I have a Kree name in mind which I predicted several months ago. My son will be pleased if I call him from that name.
Unfortunately, thenewborn boy doesn't have a given name as Dr. Clef forbids it. The Foundation's top scientist has dubbed it: SCP-682-B from its surrogate predecessor SCP-682.The others disclosed that my child would be dangerous as the indestructible lizard. Yet, I need to validate a series of tests after his birth.
The main objective of this hybrid clone child is a prototype of my Project Marvel asset through genetic engineering as my fellow Kree have mastered in creating the Inhumans and supersoldiers against the Skrulls and other colonizing alien races in the cosmos. Definitely, the Foundation will regard him as a weapon once his abilities are unleashed. In my case, he can be a Kree super weapon, but I'd rather treat and raise him as a normal human being under my care.
My son has inherited 28 chromosomes from my Kree Eternal genes and the other 22 from SCP-682. It was an unusual combination, but the boy has to find out my abilities in the future as the true heir of my light soul. In case of dire times, he must act out in protecting the planet. But there is one problem, he will be monstrous as the indestructible lizard if someone triggers his SCP side. With that, I have to make a series of tests to make sure that his Kree side will be more dominant than the other.
You can read through the other related attachments and notes of the early days of test-tube observation and his other genetic details. You will find something interesting from there.
- JMM
" Right, " Skoúro nodded no furiously and followed the first page's instructions when she flipped and ran through the other pages.
She found some dates and progresses of the experiment before his birth. On the fourth and fifth page of the file, there were sketches and genetic make up of the child. Skoúro crossed her eyebrows and intently read it, although she found it too difficult to comprehend. Suddenly, she saw two actual pictures of each blue blood cell sample from the Kree Eternal and the hybrid boy, widening her eyes to her surprise and finding them very similar. She noticed a result of the fifth page, showing DNA perfectly matched the boy with Dr. Montmartre or Methu-Selah's genes. Then, she began to have some flashbacks from fifty years ago and saw a enormous splatter of blue blood from Amnon in his containment cell. Also, in her New York City encounter, she saw the same blood color from his scars.
" Blue Blood?! DNA Perfectly Matched?!" she muttered in shock to herself and thought, returning the files into the folder and the box." Amnon-Selah is indeed the Kree Eternal's son aside from being an SCP clone,but why did the Foundation badly experiment him?! I don't fully understand. How come?! "
Next, she kept digging out some paper evidence, there was another file folder and a portable MP3 player. The raven haired angel carefully released them and checked the file folder, revealing an argument between the disguised Kree Eternal and the Foundation's chief scientist, Dr. Clef. There was a written document and an audio recording. On a small piece of paper, there was an imperative sentence written.
" Dated: 08-July-2017. Please play and listen while reading the entire dialogue. "
Skoúro took the MP3 player and began to browse the pages, playing the recording and listening.
Dr. Clef ( in sarcastic tone):Congratulations, Montmartre. You have done a good job on the Independence Day for your Proto-Project Marvel. I have a very important question for you since the 05 council ordered me. Do you even realize splicing an SCP-682 gene and your extraterrestrial gene can cause a major ruckus with your career in the Foundation? You made a son of gun bastard that can be a threat to humanity!
Dr. Montmartre (in serious tone):With all due respect, Dr. Clef, the Kree race has been stagnated for several centuries, only the Inhumans were considered their success. Please don't you ever address that condescending remark to my son.
Dr. Clef :Your son?! That freak of nature with your blue Kree blood!(laughing)I don't think he will be just like you! He' s still a damn indestructible lizard! He should be terminated as soon as possible!
Dr. Montmartre:You don't understand, Clef! My child has to be trained and treated properly at an early age! Then, you can see the results!
Dr. Clef (scoffed):How are you gonna prove that to me and the 05 Council? Are you gonna follow that pathetic paraphlegic bald man from the X-Men who helped those freaks that we the Foundation consider them as Indestrucs?
Dr. Montmartre (indignantly):Don't you dare to insult my friends from the outside, Clef!
Dr. Clef:What's the matter, Montmartre? You should be an SCP subject, just like your dear hybrid boy. Or I should say, both of you will be exterminated along with your scientist friends involved with your little pet project?!
Dr. Montmartre:I have enough of your foolishness, Clef. My son will be the heir of the Light Soul. Then, a year from now, the Kree and Lizard race will come after the inhabitants and my son! You will die in their hands soon!
Dr. Clef (loudly laughing):You made me laugh, Montmartre! You sound so Shakespeare! That will never happen! Are you playing god or somethin'?!
Dr. Montmartre (remained serious):FrancisWojciechoski, you are just like my people back in my homeworld, stubborn and full of hubris. Yet, I wonder why the Foundation chose you. I followed your concepts as a scientist, but you don't even give a damn at all.
Dr. Clef (infuriated):How the hell did you know my real name?!
Dr. Montmartre:I can secretly read minds, Francis, through my Kree Cosmic Awareness. I've predicted that you will initiate these untolerable treatments to my son as you would be using 682 for this. Surely, the 05 Council will permit you! I want him out of your bamboozled mess for Pama's sakes!
Dr. Clef (shouting): Damn you, Montmartre! You son of Kree [REDACTED]!
The recording was finished as Skouro sadly sighed, closed the folder, and returned it into the box along with the MP3 player. She noticed there were DVD copies of the experimental videos recorded by Dr. Montmartre and looked for a player and tv box, but there was none. At the bottom of the box, she saw another envelope and took it. The angelic being carefully opened it, released a letter and an additional two pages. She curiously read it, finding a conclusion.
07-February-2018
To whom it will read,
I am writing you to express my total disappointment and anger to the Foundation people. Forgive me for my intense ranting, it seems I have enough enduring and tolerating such maltreatment to my son in the past seven to eight months. Ever since Dr. Clef and I had an argument, I have no choice, but to oblige his horrifying orders watching my child suffering on the hands of that beast and other entities. I appealed to the 05 Council several times, but they ignored my plea and requests. All I want is to be with my son and raise him, but they didn't care to me at all.
I have decided to leave this cursed facility before my son will escape on an earthquake a few days from now. I will find my way to be with him until the distant future. Dr. Fedorov has decided to leave as well returning to Moscow for good. As for my friend, Dr. Price, he was brutally murdered by SCP-682.
I knew it was a set up by Dr. Clef himself to let the Englishman die horrendously.For that indestructible lizard, it was his own will that he had escaped and breached his containment, using that bloody opportunity after murdering my friend.I have greatly mourned for Al's demise as I had to follow 682 very quickly. I already knew that lizard murdered most of the homeless people in Los Angeles. Mar-Vell and his friend Xenocide witnessed such malicious acts from 682.I could have done something right to end that monster for good whichI have predicted his series of genocidal acts to the outside world. Great Tam-Borr truly knows when he will end.
For my son, someone will help him free and make his way by himself, but there will be challenges for him along the way.
A month ago, Valya and Al took my DNA samples as we have decided to recreate the Project Marvel. My cossack friend would keep my genes as he suggested to have a female chromosome. I knew exactly who would be the perfect half. It was Carol Danvers or Captain Marvel who will be my child's destined mother. Twenty years from now, I shall meet her and perform this new procedure in Paris, France. My son will be reborn on the 4th of July 2038 as his new body will be contained for thirty years until I find him and his mother. His future mother has a part light soul which I have chosen her.
I have given enough information about my son. Please give this box to those people I have chosen. When my son asks in the future, he truly deserves to know and fully understands these once I have passed on.
May Hala's Blessing be with you for this exploit,
Methu-Selah,
Son of Ymir-Selah and Alia-Con
Former Captain of the Ancient Kree Army and Foundation Scientist
" Well, I have so many things to talk about when I get home to Carol, " Skoúro said to herself and sighed in relief, feeling determined. " She has the right to know all of these! Yet, I wonder why I feel so connected to the Kree Eternal, Captain Marvel, and Amnon. I just need to find out why. Oh, well. I'm going to bring this box to her. "
(THE NEXT DAY: ROUEN, FRANCE, 1:45 PM)
Skoúro had returned from an eleven hour trip via stealth quinjet and landed on the forests. She slept in Amnon's vacant room and brought the box with her. Just this afternoon, she woke up late and thought of taking a brunch which she got hungry. The dark angel hurriedly went downstairs and into the kitchen as the residents got surprised to her instaneous speed.
An elderly half-Kree woman entered the mansion and carried a large basket of harvested tomatoes. Skoúro instantly closed the fridge's door and rushed to help the old woman carrying the basket.
" Skoúro, thank you, but are you supposed to..." Carol paused in shock and saw the new angelic resident carrying the basket on their way to the kitchen.
" No worries, Carol. You're just in time meeting me and going to the kitchen, " she chuckled. " I'm about to eat my brunch there. "
" All right, have it your way, then. Speaking of brunch, why don't you grab something to eat, first? It seems like you're gonna tell me about your trip from yesterday. "
" Oh, right! " she smiled and remembered, carefully bringing down the basket of tomatoes on the kitchen table. " I was so eager to tell you about it since last night, but you were sleeping. Now, it's the right time to talk about it. "
" Go on, but grab something to eat or drink. You can't tell me such things with any empty stomach, " the elderly Kree hybrid reminded.
" Thanks. "
Moments later, Skoúro had finished eating and drinking when she invited Carol into her son's room. The angelic being with blackened wings and hair carried the SCP Foundation archived box and placed it on the floor. The elderly half-Kree woman intently looked at it and placed her both hands behind her waist.
" So, what are these? " she asked.
" These are files and documents about Amnon from around five decades ago. The Former MTF Scientist asked me to deliver them to you according to that letter. "
" Me, as a recipient? "
" Yeah, why don't you take a look on these? "
Carol and Skoúro opened the box and saw some paper documents, DVD recordings, and other files. The elderly half-Kree woman took the letter and began reading it. She remained silent and focused which she was understanding them.
Skoúro watched the old lady taking out such paperworks and aided her to grab another document. Carol kept reading them one by one and intently studied. Most of them were observations and findings about the daily brutal experiments to Amnon including SCP-682's horrifying acts. She sadly sighed and finished reading those documents. Then, she took out Methu-Selah's descriptive letter about Amnon's birth and focused in skimming through. She silently wept and took out another document which it was an argument of the Kree Eternal and Dr. Clef. Skoúro took the portable MP3 player to let the elderly woman listen and played it while she was reading.
The recorded conversation happened to be an exchange of bitter remarks of the two Foundation scientists that lasted around thirty minutes. Skoúro listened for the second time and felt ashamed in seeing Carol weep in rage. The elderly half Kree truly understood why she was upset at the Foundation in the past.
" Carol, I'm really sorry, " the raven haired angel replied and sadly sighed. " I know what you're feeling right now. "
" I understood..." she spoke and gently rubbed her eyes with her red scarf. " Clef deserved his fate."
" What do you mean? "
" Dr. Fedorov mentioned to me of that Foundation's chief scientist had his untimely death in the first two decades of the Kree-Lizard invasion. Clef and his men were on their way to Paris from Moscow planning and trying to interfere Amnon's journey, " Carol continued. " They were trying to search and hunt him, following his trails from Alaska to Europe. "
" Then, what happened? "
" A group of Kree and Lizard troopers hindered them as Clef was brutally shot and pinned down by a French speaking blue skinned lieutenant somewhere in Versailles. The rest had tried to retaliate and then perished. "
" That's terrible. I didn't even know a lot of people lost their lives. "
" I know, " Carol nodded and seriously spoke. " There was one saying which I will never forget.You reap what you sow.I have proven it true. So many mistakes and wrong thinking can lead to your failure. Clef had met his consequence as Methie once told me. "
" Words and actions can be powerful sometimes, " Skoúro commented and agreed. " If I meet Amnon for the third time, I'll do my best to help him as soon as I can. I'll repay everything for you and him to live in what you all truly deserve. "
Carol slightly smiled and turned to her, " I hope this will come to fruition. There are promises that are meant to be broken. "
" I will never break promises, Carol. I'll make it happen, " the dark angel sincerely replied and firmly held the elderly woman's hands, assuring her. " As long as your family gets reunited, I will help you all until this invasion is over. "
" Thank you for your genuine concern, Skoúro. "
" You're welcome, Carol, " she smiled and changed the topic. " Speaking of helping you guys, I really need to tell you something important. "
" What is it? " the elderly half-Kree woman curiously asked and refrained from reading the new resident's mind.
" That final letter from Old Methu-Selah tells me about the New Project Marvel asset which Dr. Fedorov helped him to recreate Amnon's new body, " Skouro answered and took out the letter from the box. " The Kree Eternal has mentioned of you as Amnon's destined biological mother. His birthday was on the 4th of July 2038. Did it happen before? "
Carol recalled of those evenings when she was taking care of her son and contemplated to tell him truth. She wanted to mentioned that Project Marvel body to him, but she was too afraid. Skoúro noticed the long silence from the retired Avenger and waited for her to respond.
" Carol? "
" It happened, " the elderly blonde woman seriously broke her silence and explained. " Methie found me in hiding somewhere in Madrid, Spain around nine months before Amnon was recreated on his birthday thirty years ago. He brought me to Paris in a disguised French Foundation facility. Dr. Fedorov took my DNA sample and combined it into the Kree Eternal's genes. We spent monitoring another test-tube hybrid child for nine months. On that Fourth of July in that year, the newborn baby boy was circumcised as his artificial umbilical cord was removed. The baby spent living inside the H20 tank just like Amnon's first existence in California. Methie and Dr. Fedorov asked me to find the Kree-682 boy. I spent another decade for the search until I found him in Rouen two years ago. "
" Were you and Amnon supposed to visit that facility in Paris? " Skoúro queried.
" Yes, we were. I intended to let him see the City of Lights as I was supposed to bring him there, " she replied and gloomily sighed. " But I failed when those invaders took him away in Champs de Mars, I could have..."
The dark angel placed her right hand to the elderly Kree-hybrid's shoulder and smiled assuringly, " It's alright, Carol.It's not too late to do that. We will wait for him to return home and have his life back. I'm sure he will have his new body as you have intended for him before. "
(Plot idea from FlashlightMan as his OC Skoúro Valour also belongs to him)