Hala, "your" homeworld, a beautiful planet filled with clear warm oceans, dark forests and high mountains. And all its grand cities. It was a warlord world. Home to districts whose entire purposes were to advance the might and reach of the kree empire.

It was all you had known, unable to remember a time before hala, and the kree that surround you. Their blue skin was the norm, your's... a warm tone, was much more of a oddity.

The kree's angel, you, had always been a singularity. Warm toned skin, your energy powers, your soft eyes and kind aura among a race, who yes could often be kind in civilian or domestic moments, was known to be ruthless conquerors.

Truly, you knew your handler was no better. The idea you needed a handler was always one that you turned over in your mind. You were harmless when it came to "your" people, right?

No matter. Faulnak was nice enough. A good companion to have around and watch your back. He was a young kree warrior, but already a lieutenant. A younger brother of Ronan the Accuser. But also your friend.

In his hands were two warm cups of talnar tea from the planet of tala over in the requiem sector. it tasted of a distant citric memory. If you could recall what citric meant. "It's best to start your day off with a little communion" He was smiling. That was a good sign.