" One man's loss is another man's gain. "

- PROVERB

(The Next Day: Abandoned Castle, Somewhere in Romania, 5:45 AM)

Walking around the dungeon, the blue Kree tyrant and his aide inspected the area where his late accuser Lady Alcina Dimitrescu and Mira-Selah or Mother Miranda had perished during the raid from last night. The rest of the blue and pink skinned soldiers including their reptilian counterparts had come to investigate. They found the remains of the deceased allies of the corrupted Kree Empire. Just in front of them, there was a pale skinned man with sunken eyes. He had one eye missing, covered by an eyepatch. He wore a t-shirt that said Dead Man Walking, faded torn jeans and boots. His figure and build were rather thin and he walked with a stagger. His hair was slicked back and black.

The strange man waited for the tyrant and stood from a distance, watching and listening from their conversation. Kasius held his late accuser's hat as Sinara observed him and held her metallic balls on her left hand.

" Life is a fragile thing for Alcina. She may be worthy by deeds, but she failed to meet my expectations, " he seriously spoke.

" My lord, she could have been a better accuser than the one you despise, " Sinara answered.

" I don't want to talk about that bastard. I am thinking he had been sent along with his insolent company to destroy my worthy accuser. I could have ended his life in the first place. "

" That bloke was rescued from the hands of your loyal and attractive disciples. He could have been fed from that horrible freakshow, " the strange man spoke in a deep voice with a smooth English accent and shrugged. " I'm sure that the sleeping Prince of Hala has been escaped by his dear mummy and daddy along with his friends. "

Kasius cocked his eyebrows, turned to him and asked, " Who you might be? "

" The name's Deadeye Jake, mate, " he greeted and respectfully bowed at the blue skinned tyrant. " A faithful follower of Lady Mira-Selah and Lord Taryan. An experimental zombie from one of your Kree scientists. "

" What brings you here, Jake? "

" Just observing and spying at the place when I saw what had transpired last evening, " Jake answered and snapped his rotting fingers. " I saw the Prince of Hala's mummy and daddy blasted my bosses into ashes along with their friends. "

" Prince of Hala?! " the Kree tyrant sternly repeated the words as his eyes angrily squinted. " You mean the Kree Eternal's bastard?! Methu-Selah and Car-Ell could be there..."

" You don't have to tell me twice, boss, " the zombie chuckled and shrugged. " It could have been nice if I killed that despicable bloke and his team for good. "

Kasius rolled his eyes in disgust and sighed. He dropped the hat from the deceased accuser. Sinara was unamused and glaring his eyes on him. Jake loudly laughed and slapped his abdomen which he didn't take seriously.

" You were once a follower of my father, " the tyrant seriously answered. " I understand you spent a long time with him as a slave, but I'm afraid you're not worthy to be Alcina's replacement. "

" Look, I have been doing my job to spy and give information to all of you, " Jake said convincingly. " I may be dead, but still feisty and kicking. " Then, he flirtingly looked at Sinara and smirked, " Perhaps, I can teach your fair lady my best tricks! "

Sinara rolled her eyes and stepped away, becoming irritated at the weird looking Englishman. Deadeye Jake noticed her annoyance and gave the two Kree a boisterous laugh which the other Kree and Lizards had turned their attention.

" You have got to be kidding us, " Kasius sternly spoke.

" Well, kidding or not, I could be the best accuser to kill all those damned slaves, " Jake grinned and shrugged. " Why don't you give me my first gig? "

Sinara looked at her master and lowly said, " My Lord, please do not make him the new accuser. I know you have Darkvile who's worthy to be Alcina's replacement. "

" I know what you mean, Sinara, " the blue skinned tyrant replied and
turned to Jake. " You are really meant to be a slave, Jake. I don't even think you are fit for that job. "

" Really, Boss, Really?! " the pale skinned spy gave him a hardy laugh once again. " I'm so gobsmacked for your nasty remarks! I'll try harder to be one! I swear! "

" Don't count on it, Jake. I mean what I say. "

(Brussels, Belgium: 7:30 AM)

Slowly opening his eyes, the young pink Kree man ended up lying down on a sleeping bag and became disoriented which he remembered being abducted by the tyrant's accuser and her benefactor who turned out to be his aunt. Amnon cocked his eyebrows and felt more confused than ever, realizing he was no longer in that dark and horrifying area of that abandoned Bulgarian castle. He found himself inside the room, slept beside the boxes, and managed to sit up and stretched his arms, giving a yawn. He stood up and looked at the window's view, looking at the MTF and Rebel Forces crowd securing the centuries old structures from those invaders. The sun was observing along with the blue skies and clouds.

" Where am I? " he thought and scratched his head. " I thought I was dead. What the hell happened to me? I didn't do anything on that mission. Why am I still here? "

Amnon carefully rolled and kept the sleeping bag into the box and sniffed a scent of food coming from a distance. Then, he heard his stomach loudly gurgling. He took his footwear and stepped out of the room, heading down the stairs. The young pink Kree peeked at his parents and friends talking to a group of people. He continued stepping down and noticed another elderly bearded man with shades of brown and grey on his hair. Amnon intently looked at him and recalled his memories meeting this man from several years ago. He knew he was one of those MTF troopers who chased him. The Kree was frightened to meet him once again.

" Something wrong, Kid? " the old man with a hard and thick Scandinavian accent curiously asked.

" N-no, S-sir! " Amnon shakingly spoke and nervously chuckled, making an excuse. " I'm just hungry! "

" Hungry? " the former MTF trooper repeated the word and laughed. " It seems your mother prepared breakfast this morning. "

" Oh, right..." the Kree nodded and sighed to his embarrassment. " I overslept from that trip. I'm supposed to help her in the kitchen, but..."

" Young man, no worries. She had let you rest instead. "

" Right. So, where am I? "

" You're standing in Brussels, Belgium, " the old man sincerely smiled.

" Brussels, Belgium? " Amnon curiously repeated the place and found it unfamiliar as he had never been here from his European trips before.

" You have never been here before? "

" I guess so..."

" Take it as a vacation after that exhausting trip of yours, " the old man joked and laughed. " How rude and forgetful of me, I haven't introduced myself. My real name's Torben Heikkinen. Everyone calls me Volt in my former affiliation. I just came all the way from Finland. You must be? "

" Amnon...Amnon Joseph Montmartre, " the blond man slightly smiled with a hint of hesitation, refusing to mention his Kree name. Hearing the name Volt from the previous American Foundation Facility had made him shiver in horror. " It's nice to meet you, Mr. Heikkinen. "

" Just call me Volt, instead. Such formalities don't suit me at all. "

Amnon slowly stepped on the stairs and felt horrified and shaking, remembering those memories of Volt and the other MTF Troopers chasing him. Volt curiously looked at the young Kree man and placed his hands on his waist.

" Are you okay? " he asked with concern.

" Oh, nothing, Volt, " Amnon wryly grinned and gave him a false chuckle. " I'm just hungry. I need to go and eat. It's really nice to meet you. "

" Sure, " Volt nodded. " See and chat with you later, Amnon. "

" I will. "

The young pink Kree hurriedly descended on the stairs and headed to the living area where there were several people coming and going into the premises. He moved his head to and fro, finding the aromatic scent from the kitchen. Then, he was able to spot the food and walk over to his destination. His mother stood on the doorway and carefully brought a nice and hot bacon and mushroom soup in a bread bowl along with a cold and refreshing glass of orange juice and placed them on the table. Amnon sighed in relief and slightly smiled where he took his seat in the dining area.

" Good morning, sleepy head, " Carol greeted him and gently kissed her son's forehead, taking her seat beside him.

" Morning, Mom. I'm so sorry I've overslept, " Amnon replied. " I should have woken up and..."

"...Helped me? " she continued. " Kid, you fell unconscious last night after that mission in Bulgaria. "

" What happened after I got knocked down and wounded? "

" That blue old fart and I managed to destroy those damned indestrucs along with our friends last night. Methie just healed you overnight using his Light Soul and Kree blood, " Carol answered, recalling that incident. " Anyways, they were supposed to feed you to that freakish thing on the ceiling. "

Upon hearing the incident and ingesting his pieces of bacon and mushroom, Amnon choked and began to have his nagging cough. Carol became concerned, gave her son his drink, and said, " Kid, don't eat too fast! I don't want to perform a Heimlich maneuver here. "

Amnon instantly drank his orange juice and felt relieved from choking. He looked at his mother and replied, " Did you mention a freakish thing on the ceiling? "

" Yes. "

" Why do they even do that to me?! "

" Kid, what can you remember in that last conversation with them? Can you tell me? "

The pink Kree kept eating and tried to remember that encounter with the accuser and her benefactor who was his aunt. Amnon slowly chewed his bacon bits and mushroom inside his mouth, looking at the bread bowl and then to his mother. This time, he was beginning to doubt himself after hearing from Mira-Selah's subtle revelation.

" Alcina wanted me dead as Kasius ordered her to do so, " he broke his silence. " She failed when her benefactor Mother Miranda told her to offer me to her deceased daughter who happened to be a mound of flesh. "

" Why? "

" Her brother didn't show up to help her save the child from a long time ago. So, she has been looking for the pure Kree Eternal's blood which they placed me as an offering, " Amnon continued. " Mom, there's something I don't really understand. "

" Go on, tell me. "

" Mother Miranda and Mira-Selah are the same person. Master told me that Mira was his sister. Then, she told me that she was my aunt. I was her long lost nephew. Secondly, she mentioned to me that her brother has the Light Soul which she has envied. I just don't know if this is true. Does this mean that my real father is still alive and can be with us all along? "

Carol widened her eyes in shock and heard her son's question. The elderly blonde Kree hybrid had known of Amnon's origins aside from his new body from the Project Marvel. She wanted to disclose her response to him as her son waited. Suddenly, Allen and Karena arrived in the dining area when the mother and son got interrupted. Carol made a deep sigh. Amnon remained confused and kept eating his bread bowl and soup to finish his breakfast which he was still anticipating for his mother's answer.

" Sorry to bother you guys, " the dark-haired mercenary smiled. " We have an important announcement. "

" Well, go on, " the elderly half-Kree woman replied and wanted to hear more.

" Allen and I are engaged, madame Danvers, " Karena answered and kissed her fiancé's cheeks. Amnon widened his eyes in shock upon hearing it and clapped his hands to congratulate the couple.

" Thanks, Bud! " Allen chuckled at the pink Kree. " I'm glad you're listening while you're eating your breakfast. "

" Tell me, when and where are you gonna tie the knot? " Carol asked.

" Perhaps, six to nine months from now, " the brunette Frenchwoman answered. " That depends where Allen and I will have our ceremony and honeymoon. "

" I wish you guys good luck! Methie, Amnon, and I have our blessings for your loving union for the months to come. We're looking forward to it. "

" Thank you. By the way, Old Lady, " Allen smiled. " We're also anticipating your matrimony with that Crazy Ol' Blue Cat that will happen first before ours. "

Carol blushed harder when her son was intently smiling and chewing his meal. Allen and Karena waited for the old lady's answer.

" Guys, I haven't told him yet. I'm still waiting for him to propose, " she chuckled. " Are you that excited? "

" Mom, it's so obvious that you and him are too intimate! " Amnon happily teased her while chewing. " I have known it ever since! "

" Kid, don't talk when your mouth is full! You might end up choking twice! Now, finish your food before you cheer them for good luck! "

" But, mom... "

" No, buts, Amnon Joseph Danvers-Montmartre. Finish your meal! Stop wasting your time chatting! "

" Yes, mother... "

Allen and Karena both laughed at the mother and son. They had a good time hearing their humorous retorts. Amnon helplessly sighed and emptied his bacon and mushroom soup. He was focusedly chewing his bread bowl.

" In fairness, I agree with Cupid Jr. here! " Allen ceased his laughter and shrugged. " Why don't you tie the knot after the invasion? "

" Definitely, we are looking forward to it, " Karena added.

" As long as Methie says something, I'm gonna wait for it, " Carol replied. " For now, let's finish off some Kreepers and Lizards' mess before that lovey-dovey happens. "

(MOMENTS LATER)

As Amnon finished his breakfast, he helped his father segregate and carry the crates and cargo boxes like he had used to before. They knew that items were very important to the allied forces. Just behind them, a family of insect Fauna approached the two Kree men. The elderly brunette wasp man with his wife and daughter were murmuring and looking at them. Amnon and Methu-Selah turned their attention to them and paused working.

" Sorry for keeping you waiting, Tahu, " the Kree Eternal said. " Amnon and I are busy sorting out these boxes for food, other consumables, clothing, and weaponry. We're almost done before lunch time. "

Tahu Hellfire nodded in agreement and replied, " No, that's fine. We're checking on you two and..." He paused, intently looked at the blonde pink Kree from head to toe, looked at his wife and daughter, and asked, " Mai, Michelle, do you think this guy is? "

" Dad, It's him! " Mai happily beamed, stared at Amnon's green irises in his eyes, and instantly hugged him. " IT'S REALLY HIM! "

" You mean Svet the Lizard? " Tahu asked. " I mean... Amnon Montmartre? "

" Yes! "

" Oh, my goodness! That's incredible! How come he has a new body! The scales are gone! " the wasp man turned to his wife. " Mich, we've found the boy, at last! "

Michelle looked intently at Amnon and turned to Methu-Selah, seeing the young blonde man, a chip of the old blue block. She was surprised to see him again. Then, she exclaimed, " It is you! My! You look so exactly uncanny to the Kree Eternal except for your skin color and hair! You definitely have Carol's smile! You are indeed very handsome! "

" Thanks! You must be Tahu and Michelle Hellfire? " Amnon asked to confirm. " I can remember you're secretly following me all the way from Russia to France. Am I right? "

" Why! Of course, Svet! I mean, Amnon! It's so great that you remembered that and so glad to see you again! " Tahu happily beamed.

" Right, " the pink Kree nodded, becoming uneasy at the tight hug from Mai and asked. " Excuse me, have we met before? "

" Oh, I'm so sorry, " the Wasp and Bullet Ant hybrid got embarrassed and parted her arms from him. " My name's Mai Hellfire. Sorry, I just got really carried away to meet you! "

" Yeah, it's fine. I don't know if I met you somewhere else. "

" Wait, you can't remember the time you and your mom met in New York City?! " Mai raised her voice and explained. " You got brainwashed by that evil tyrant and turned you into an accuser! Your mom tried to rescue you! "

Amnon turned to his father and gave him a curious look, upon hearing Mai. Methu-Selah remained non-speaking and nodded in agreement. Michelle was composing her thoughts when she waited for Amnon's response.

" Yeah, you're right, " the pink Kree sadly sighed and spoke. " It's a long story which I didn't want to tell any further. I should have stayed with my mother, instead. "

" Amnon, those scars aren't a curse or a burden that you will carry forever, " Michelle reminded. " They are just one of your building blocks of life that you have learned and grown from, so you can have a better future. "

" She's right. We do have scars in life, " Tahu added. " But don't you ever dare to return and scratch it. Got it? "

" Yes, sir. "

" Amnon, a while ago, I was speaking to some of our friends that they were stationed here, " Methu-Selah changed the topic. " Perhaps, you will be meeting with some familiar faces. "

" Master, who do you mean? " Amnon curiously queried. " Did I meet them before? "

" Yes. "

" Right, " he nodded and turned to Tahu and his family. " I'll take it. You guys left Rouen for a mission? "

" Absolutely, " Tahu replied and scratched his chin. " Mai received a call from Commander Tackran here in Brussels. There are more onslaughts and mixed race trafficking around Belgium and Switzerland. That's why we're here to support the MTF and the Rebel Forces for the slave den raids and on site battles. "

" It looks like I missed the action, " Amnon sadly sighed and bowed.

" Hey, don't think that way, Amnon! " Mai reminded. " You have inspired my parents to continue this fight while you're away! "

" Yes, it's true, " Michelle added. " Thanks to your previous exploits, we know what we're gonna do next. "

" Speaking of Russia, someone was assigned here around three months ago. His son was leading the Rebel Forces. Then, his daughter and wife remained in Star City to aid the former slaves, " the brunette wasp man answered. " You might know him, Amnon. "

" Old Smolder Ryeliea? That Remnite-Russian spaceman? " Amnon snapped his finger and knew of the man being mentioned. " How is he? Is he with you? "

" Yep, he's here! "

Everyone turned their attentioned to the bearded man with short onyx locks. He was wearing a white turtleneck and fully buttoned trench coat and a pair of dark slacks. Methu-Selah smiled at him and said, " Smolya, my navsegda nashli nashego stranstvuyushchego kazaka! (Smolya, we have found our travelling cossack for good!) "

" Dyadya Metu? Eto deystvitel'no on?! (Uncle Methu? Is that really him?!) " Smolder asked and scratched his beard which he couldn't recognize Amnon at first. Like Tahu, he closely glared at the Kree and remained suspicious.

" Da. (Yes.) "

The former Remnite-Russian cosmonaut recognized the same verdant irises from the blond man and gave him a wide grin. Smolder instantly hugged Amnon, happily beamed, and laughed, " Ty deystvitel'no takoy, Svet Yashcheritsa! YA tebya pomnyu! Vy khotite byt' kosmonavtom ran'she! (You are indeed, Svet the Lizard! I do remember you! You wanted to be an Astronaut before!) "

" Da, nakonets-to vernulsya, bez tverdykh zelenykh cheshuyek! (Yes, I'm back finally, without any hard green scales!) " Amnon joked and laughed, hugging him back. " YA sobirayus' prodolzhit' svoi interesy v oblasti kosmicheskikh poletov i aviatsii posle etogo vtorzheniya. Blagodarya vam! (I'm going to continue my interests in space flight and aviation after this invasion. Thanks to you!) "

" Nakonets-to vy sokhranili podgotovku v kosmonavte! YA nadeyus', u tebya vse poluchitsya. (Finally, you retained your cosmonaut training! I hope you can do well.) "

" Da, ochen' skoro, ser. (Yes, I will very soon, Sir.) " Amnon smiled and saluted his former mentor in Star City.

Smolder nodded in agreement and said in English, " If only Trifa, Shadra and Enenra were here, they would be thrilled to see you again, Svet."

" So, they are busy with their duties, I presume? "

" Yeah, it will take a lot of time to return to normality. Of course, I will never forget the space program to be revived along with the Bradford Brothers and anyone in support. Soon enough, Shadra is still determined to take the manned Mars mission after the war. "

" So, she's following my advice to achieve her dreams. "

" She will never forget your words, Svet, " Smolder gently patted the young Kree's shoulders.

As the conversation continued, Carol, Allen, and Karena joined them before taking their lunch. Listening to the group, Uldrin Vanasoul finished his cleaning duties in the base. Suddenly, he noticed a grey haired woman who arrived from Bulgaria along with the group and watered his eyes. His sister, Lenia was weeping for joy and instantly hugging her brother. Uldrin threw his arms around her. Amnon and the rest were pleased to see the siblings being reunited.

" I'm glad it ended well for Uldrin and Lenia, " the pink Kree thought and smiled. " They do deserve this reunion despite this long term crisis. I guess it goes along with me and revisiting my old friends. "

(LATER THAT EVENING)

After a joyous discussion and supper with anyone else in the Brussels base, Amnon had to meet the Belgian Rebel Forces commander which he heard from his old friend, Tahu. He walked on the hallway and reached the commander's office, politely knocking on the door. Then, someone opened it, revealing a blond man with a goatee in his fifties to sixties with red irises in his eyes. He was wearing dark clothes and intently looking at the young blonde man as he busied himself doing some paperworks and tactical plans for the Rebel Forces and the MTF. Amnon looked closely at the man and raised his eyebrows, remembering someone in Poland who was identical to the officer.

" Hello? Is this Commander Tackran? " he curiously asked. " Someone just referred me to have a chat with you. "

" Really?! Do I know you from somewhere? " Tackran asked suspiciously and crossed his arms.

" Sir, you looked like someone else I knew back in Poland. I was Svet the Lizard back, " Amnon replied and made gestures back in the broadcast. " I believe you and your friend rescued me from that hunting slave from the Kree. "

" I believe you met my brother and his friend, Tomulk, " Tackran sternly responded and rolled his eyes to his annoyance. " Why would you want that useless good for nothing goody two shoes? You got me, Kid? "

" Sir, I'm really sorry. I've mistaken. "

The commander heavily sighed and let his visitor enter the office, offering him a seat. Then, he asked, " So, do you want something to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee? Beer? Whiskey? Wine? "

" No, thank you, sir. I had dinner with your subordinates and support team. "

" Right, " Tackran nodded no furiously and glanced at Amnon. " Wait, a sec? Did you mention you were Svet the Lizard? "

" Yes, I joined your brother and the others to form a vigilante team, back then. "

" No way!! " he exclaimed in awe. " Wow, looking good and descaled, kiddo! I figured it was time to turn things around, start fresh!! Dracken once told me of your exploits before! Anyway, do you have a real full name to address you? "

" The name's Amnon Joseph Danvers-Montmartre. It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Commander Tackran, " the pink Kree shook hands with the Rebel Forces officer as Tackran responded with the same gesture. Then, he chuckled. " Sir, it's a long story. "

" Very soon, we have a lot to talk about, Montmartre. Maybe one of these days, your superiors in France will assign you here in Belgium to resume your old work. I am willing to guide you, if that happens. "

" Perhaps, so. That depends on the mission. "

" Fair enough. "

" Svet? I mean Amnon? Is that really you? " another male voice echoed.

" Dracken?! " Amnon curiously raised his voice.

A dark haired man with spectacles and a moustache phased from the wall. Tackran facepalmed and became annoyed at his brother's arrival. Dracken widened his smile and gently rubbed the visitor's short golden wavy locks. Amnon chuckled and saw another old friend, reuniting with him.

" Oh, hello there, old chap! Long time no see, I'm so thrilled to meet you again after those decades! " Dracken happily beamed. " Look at you! You're a new and beautiful piece of art being remodeled from scrap and junk! "

" Thanks! I'm glad to see you too, friend! If you may, I might speak out in signs as you and your friend told me before. Anyways, thank you for sparing my life back there. "

" Why not?! I would love to see you do that, Amnon! "

" Dracken! What the hell?! " Tackran angrily pounded the table and loudly yelled. " You're not supposed to interrupt my conversation with my guest! I thought you're supposed to remain in Vienna for that slave den raid! "

" Tackran, My team with the MTF Troopers had done our work there. It was an ultimate success, " his brother answered.

" But still, you can't leave your post! You don't even know if our enemies will pursue us! "

" I assure you no one will get near us for good! "

" Still, you have to wait for my signal to return! "

" So, what?! We're done! Is it a breach to return quickly and see my old friend here?! Tell me, my dear brother! "

Amnon nervously gulped and stood up as he couldn't tolerate the siblings' heated argument. He cleared his throat and made a false smile, hiding his annoyance and disappointment. Dracken and Tackran exchanged glances and felt embarrassed at their guest.

" If you may, guys, I shall leave you, " the pink Kree politely broke his silence. " We still have time tomorrow to chat before I leave for Rouen to Paris in the afternoon. "

" NO! DON'T LEAVE US, YET! " the two brothers yelled in unison.

" Uh...okay? Fine...we'll talk..."

" Look, Amnon. We're sorry for that argument, " Dracken sighed and felt ashamed. " Tackran and I have been like this ever since. So, I hope you understand. "

" Alright, " Amnon nodded, sat down, and clasped his both hands. " I hope we can continue. "

" Of course! " Tackran dryly laughed and asked in a smug manner. " So, are you still friends with the paranormal whack job? "

" Dr. Vandark is still living in Rouen. I just came from Bulgaria along with my mother and friends. You know, they ditched that lady accuser and my evil aunt which I never did. "

" I see. That seems out of luck to give you a chance to fight. "

" Right. So, how's Tomulk and Nirvana? '' Amnon asked.

Dracken shook his head for his turn and replied, " We got separated when we were in Switzerland two weeks ago. We were holed up in Interlaken when a psychic dwarf on a levitating chair jumped us. We believe that blue tyrant assigned him to form a team. Like they always do, they terrorize the hiding villagers and capture them as slaves. "

" Is that the report that I have been waiting for aside from the recent Austrian mission? " Tackran asked.

" Yep, " his brother smiled and handed him the device. " You can check in this handy dandy holographic file viewer. "

" Thanks. I'll check that later. "

" I see. I missed a lot of things from all of you, after I left you guys, " the Kree slightly smiled and sadly sighed. " It's almost a year since my mother and I got separated in Paris. The rest had turned into one of my darkest histories. Commander, I am so ashamed of those experiences..."

" We all have our battle scars. Treat them as lessons not shame, " Tackran said, crossing his arms.

" It's not too late to heal, Amnon. You have much time to rebuild and gain yourself from the losses, " Dracken added and sincerely smiled back at him. " I'm glad you found your family who will help you. Learn from your mistakes and appreciate small things. Who knows? You will find your silver lining. "

" Thank you, sirs. I'll keep that in mind. "

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door as both Amnon and Tackran had noticed. He turned to the door and opened. The blue skinned man with long silvery-white hair appeared and entered the office. The Belgian Rebel Forces commander was surprised to see the two identical men in front of him. Dracken smiled at him and respectfully bowed.

" Who are you?! " Tackran yelled and was caught by surprise as he jumped back. His brother loudly laughed at him.

" The Kree Eternal Methu-Selah. It's nice to meet you, " the blue skinned guest replied as Amnon offered his father another seat beside him.

Tackran noted some similarities and raised an eyebrow. Dracken ceased his laughter and intently smiled at his brother. They were now seeing two identical persons in front of them.

" Am I seeing double? " Tackran asked and became baffled, scratching his goatee. " My! Are you...No! Montmartre?! You..."

" Do you ever use glasses, Tackran? Isn't that obvious? They look uncanny except for their hair color and skin. " the dark haired brother shrugged. '' I told you the Kree Eternal is real! "

" Ummm....Right..."

" It will take a long discussion, but our differences are the skin color and hair, " Methu-Selah explained and crossed his arms. " For the record, I have been using disguises and other aliases in my entire lifetime. The only formal Terran name for legal documentation is Jean Meir Montmartre. You can address me by my Kree or Terran name. "

" Got it, sir. How can I help you? " Tackran nodded and asked nervously, knowing the rumors about his other guest.

" I need to talk to you privately, " Methu-Selah replied and turned to Amnon. " My boy, you can go outside and check your mother. She might be asking you to sleep early for our overnight stay. I will catch-up with her later. It's a serious discussion between old men. "

" How? " Amnon asked and curiously tilted his head.

Methu-Selah pointed to his forehead and then to his son. Amnon nodded in agreement and left the room. Tackran stood up and watched the young pink Kree head out and turn to the Kree Eternal. Dracken understood that it would be a very serious discussion. Then, he nodded to his brother and instantly left.

" So, I take it you want information from the underworld?...Maybe..." Tackran asked hesitantly and closed the door.

" No, it's something about the future, my friend, " the ancient Kree said. " I don't want my son to overthink for now. "

" And, you assume I can tell fortune? "

" No, I predicted a couple of months from now. This planet will be free from my corrupted brothers' chains. I want your people to work harder to attain your freedom, without my help. "

Tackran returned to his seat and looked puzzled as he scratched his chin and raised his eyebrows. He couldn't understand what the Kree Eternal had said and sighed heavily, " Why? Listen, I owe your kid a debt when he helped my brother and formed a team. Now, the battles are getting a little much. I was a killer, not a soldier. This long term global invasion has changed me a lot, seriously. Everyone is looking after you to change the world. Why all of sudden, you sound like a ticking time bomb?! You're the highest form of the Kree race! Maybe, you can do something before you die. "

" I spent almost 2,000 years in the cosmos. In fact, my time is up, Tackran. I met a lot of people who believed in me and some had threatened me. When that time comes, I have to pass on. My son has to step-up. He's going to confront that tyrant on my behalf, " the Kree Eternal seriously spoke and sadly sighed. " But the problem is, he doesn't know I am his real father. "

" Why not tell him? Also time's up so soon? Take it from me. Even after death, you can still fight." Tackran asked, smirking.

" He might get angry at me when he finds out. I owed him a lot of time, effort, and love. I'm still making amends with that boy before I pass on, " he replied. " With that, I will no longer fight after my death. My son will continue this, since he will inherit my Light Soul very soon. "

" Right. I get what you mean. That boy is the rightful heir of your ability. It will take time for him to realize upon your post-mortem."

" Are you continuing this fight when this invasion ends? "

" Well, it's not like I can go anywhere, but this plane, so yes. I guess it's been fun, but just totally different for me, " Tackran admitted as he let out his burdens from his chest. " I'm looking forward to the end of them. I'm tired of seeing and hearing slavery, deaths, and casualty counts in the past five decades on Earth. Can everyone live normally like they used to do? "

Methu-Selah made a deep sigh and heard the Belgian Rebel Forces Commander's venting out. He replied, " I'm so sorry to hear that, Tackran. It's just that I tried my best to convince my fellow Kree by warning them about the disaster they have made, but they refused to listen to me. Even the humans from the Foundation, I wanted to see my son and bring him out of SCP-682's clutches. They still hindered me. Seriously, I have enough, Tackran. I'm beyond old for these fights. We are all on the same page. We tried and failed. "

" So, you predicted your son would save the world from them? Is there somebody who can help him? " Tackran curiously queried.

" Yes, he will meet someone to stop this mess. " Methu-Selah stressed. " Once this onslaught is over, promise me to look after my son and visit him.

" Right, I will until I cross at least. I hope I can see him at some point. I owe him a life debt. In the meantime, I've been busy dealing with a threat while it is still new. "

" Thank you, " he nodded and smiled. " There's a possibility that you may succeed, Commander. "

" Only a possibility huh? We will see, " the commander replied with a smug smile and chuckled. " I hope your visions may come true. "

" Make it happen and you will make a great beginning. "

(Plot collab through RP with valorithsaga as Tackran, Dracken, and Deadeye Jake belong to him.)

(Torben Heikkinen belongs to BjornGamR27)

(Allen Stroud, Smolder Ryliea, Tahu, Michelle, and Mai Hellfire, and Uldrin and Lenia Vanasoul belong to @Knightfall077)