[ In hindsight, sending her defiant message back with Yon-Rogg might have been a mistake. Carol had pretty much declared war on the Kree Empire, and of course they were not just going to sit on Hala and wait for her to show up. Starforce had already squads after her. She'd had to leave the Skrulls sooner than she would have liked when she realized she was likely to lead the Kree right to them. Hopefully she'd gotten them far enough away before she had to leave, and they would find their new home world without her.
That left her at loose ends. She had no idea how to make good on her promise to take down the Supreme Intelligence. She needed information and allies, and had no idea how to find either. Going back to Earth wasn't really an option. Hopefully the Kree would leave her home planet alone if she wasn't there.
So far she'd been able to stay ahead of her pursuers. She still had her Kree star charts, so she had been moving from one random planet to another, sticking to the ones without an active Kree presence. As long as she kept her head down, she was usually able to fly beneath the Kree radar. Eventually she might stumble upon a world that could stand up to the Kree.
This latest planet didn't even have a name in the charts, just a number: F-97. It had an industrial level of technology, and biped inhabitants that were close enough to human for her to disappear in the crowd. Carol had landed quietly outside any populated area, then set off for the nearest town to have a look around.
Her spacesuit has been changed to muted colors, and she pulls her bomber jacket on over it to try to blend in. There would be a bar somewhere. There was always a bar. ]
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That left her at loose ends. She had no idea how to make good on her promise to take down the Supreme Intelligence. She needed information and allies, and had no idea how to find either. Going back to Earth wasn't really an option. Hopefully the Kree would leave her home planet alone if she wasn't there.
So far she'd been able to stay ahead of her pursuers. She still had her Kree star charts, so she had been moving from one random planet to another, sticking to the ones without an active Kree presence. As long as she kept her head down, she was usually able to fly beneath the Kree radar. Eventually she might stumble upon a world that could stand up to the Kree.
This latest planet didn't even have a name in the charts, just a number: F-97. It had an industrial level of technology, and biped inhabitants that were close enough to human for her to disappear in the crowd. Carol had landed quietly outside any populated area, then set off for the nearest town to have a look around.
Her spacesuit has been changed to muted colors, and she pulls her bomber jacket on over it to try to blend in. There would be a bar somewhere. There was always a bar. ]