Post by fan4 on Apr 2, 2007 15:50:53 GMT -5
Captain Mar-Vell #4
Written by mallet
Edited by Aaron Martel
The fighting was fast and furious, with Mar-Vell dismantling the guards outside without a single one having to be permanently put down. He knew that despite their attempts to stop him, they weren’t really his enemies- no more then Carol was his enemy. They were just people doing their jobs. It made Mar-Vell sad that it had come to this, but he was determined to get to his ship, or any ship that might be held here, for that matter. In a way, the military was his greatest ally right now; their secrecy had allowed him to determine relatively easily where he could find a ship worthy of space travel. Though, Mar-Vell thought, he wouldn’t be likely to thank them anytime soon.
Still, he tore through the guards on the surface and headed for the hangar that housed a secret elevator to the underground laboratories. One young guard stepped up to him and attempted a full-on tackle, a foolish move as Mar-Vell’s flight belt kept him silently aloft and unmoved. It would have taken an artillery shell at close range to have thrown him back any, and a blow like that would no doubt cause Mar-Vell more damage than not. He picked the guard up by the collar and gingerly tossed him off, and into another guard who was running towards him, sending both to the ground.
Pulling out his Nega blaster, he blew a man-sized hole in the hangar door, only to be greeted by a hail of bullets. The guards had pooled together inside and attempted to mow him down with a firing line. Their bullets, however, had bounced harmlessly off of him, while he adjusted the settings on his blaster to a widely dispersed beam set at a high frequency. With a single point and click, the blaster fired a large cone of energy, hitting all the guards in its path and stunning all the opponents. He then hovered in through the hole, only to find more guards rising up on an elevator, proving where the others had come from.
Mar-Vell flew straight into the group and into the console on the back of the still rising platform, throwing his attackers off him and hitting the bottom floor button all at once. His punches flew as the platform lowered down into the underground facility; several guards were downed with a single blow. He was actually able to stand and rest for a few moments before the elevator had reached it’s final location- ground floor, twelve stories underground. He then met another party of well armed guards, who were obviously waiting for their chance to ride up on the elevator, and with luck assist their compatriots in ceasing his attack.
Once more Mar-Vell found himself thrown into the fray, battling more servicemen, who were doing nothing, not even slowing him down. His Kree heritage was one of a warriors race so deep inside, he felt remorse not just for attacking these innocent men, but also that they weren’t stronger. An enemy not strong enough to defend itself properly shouldn’t be attacked, unless it’s for a strategic gain, but even then it’s still not very honorable. The Kree had committed horrible acts in the name of war, and he wasn’t denying or ignoring that fact, but he still held their values close to him. Well, he had tried to anyway, but spending so much time on Earth and deciding to stay here even, may have shaped how he subconsciously viewed his home world.
Such thoughts were put into the back of his mind as he continued his march forward. The last guard fell- roughly 60 guards in total now. Such a high number for a relatively small base was a good sign he was right about the material stored in here, though the guards themselves likely didn’t know about the items they guarded. The military had gotten excellent at hiding what it needed to; even now, programs were activated and being tweaked with, should Mutants attempt terrorism. Biological agents, in case of a national emergency, were being prepared that would affect only certain beings on the planet. Other horrible ideas were being spawned every day.
Mar-Vell turned a corner and found himself staring down the hall way at a series of entrances, some larger then others and all with card locks. Card locks wouldn’t stop Mar-Vell, but finding the correct bay holding his or any ship would be difficult, though the most obvious answer would be the largest room in the building. There, at the end of the hallway, was a large door, not unlike the hangar bay doors he shot through at the beginning of this journey. Not being one to turn away a good tactic, Mar-Vell shot through the door just like before, only to find silence instead of gunfire. Mar-Vell slowly entered the room, but not even the slow reveal of what lay in the room could truly allow him to take it all in.
In the center of the football stadium-like room sat a large silver machine, with two large, bulky metallic legs attached to what could be described, at best, as a large egg-shaped pod. It had weapons on either side of the pod and running down the legs. These included weapons not even Mar-Vell had seen the likes of. Some glowed with the faintest hints of light, suggesting energy weapons. Was this what they did with the research they got from the damaged ships? Mar-Vell stopped his thoughts as he realized something. If the energy weapons were on, that meant the machine was on. Mar-Vell immediately flew straight up, and just in time too, as the weapons burned a hole through what was left of the door behind him.
The weapons were relocking on him. Whatever they were, they were slow, and that was more than enough advantage for the agile Kree warrior. He took his blaster right to the couplings that held the energy weapons, slicing through them with ease, sparks flying out as the cannons fell. Then it was onto the egg itself, obviously the control center for the metallic monstrosity, firing at it from all sides, until something inside opened a hatch. Inside the shell was a small bespectacled man, completely bald with extremely large ears. He raised his hands in surrender as soon as Mar-Vell was in sight. Mar-Vell just smiled and began to turn away when a shout came from his side.
There, having entered secretly through the side of the room, stood Carol Danvers, Mar-Vell’s former fiancé, still dressed in plain clothes. Mar-Vell was stunned and stared down at her, wondering not only why she was here but how she was, and he wanted nothing more then to fly down and hold her. Mar-Vell stayed in the air though, because to Carol he was dead, literally, as she only knew him as Mark Hansen, whose life had been lost during an attack by the Kree Sentry robot. She obviously still blamed him, a fire burned in her eyes that would have been clear to a blind man, but there was something different about her. That’s when Carol started towards Mar-Vell, but as she walked she also rose, and to Mar-Vell's astonishment she drifted up in front of him. Carol had a devilish grin on her face as she saw Mar-Vell's awed expresion on the parts of his face not hidden.