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The words only help in bringing spark brighter again, some curses shouted and words along the lines of LIKE YOUR MEDICS ARE ANY BETTER YA PIECES OF KREE SHIT’. Some struggle is presented when she’s being near dragged into the ship, further protest and some fight bringing a kree a busted lip from a sharp blow of the elbow to the mouth. Nothing as harmful as she desired, but considering her weapons were swiftly taken from her - it’s the best she can do. ______

Which it’s deemed smart when they cuff wrist tight to the table, ankles the same to her chair. Had it been Corvus he would find a way to get out so much easier than her, but this was something a bit more complicating to her.

      “This the part where I leave before ya ask me anythin’; change your mind ? “

She would be a difficult one to deal with, her screams and insults already testing his patience as was. A deep sigh escaped the Kree Commander as he followed inside the ship, ready to take off back to Hala for further interrogation and, perhaps, something more. It all depended on if she would be willing to cooperate and what information she’d deliver, though given her current behaviour, Yon-Rogg somehow doubted she’d be willing to say anything.

Upon returning and sticking her into one of the many interrogation rooms, Yon had a few minutes to himself to mentally prepare himself to be absolutely be annoyed and infuriated in no time. Another deep breath and he entered the room, an absolutely indifferent look on his face as he sat opposite her.

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Wanda came around slowly, her head throbbing. She was in some sort of medical bay or hospital, she realised as her vision cleared. She tried to put her hands up to her head and made a groaning noise. Then she realised someone was standing over her. “Where am I?” She asked. 

“You’re not from around, are you?”

The Kree had been watching the other for a while now, and he wanted to believe he was Kree as well, he really did. But he just looked so damn out of place. Like he didn’t belong. Spies were usually much more careful than that, at least they tried to make an effort to blend in. So who exactly was this guy?

It seemed that he had to take things in his own hands. The rivalry between Vers and Minn-Erva had been going on for far too long (all thanks to him, in essence, but it wasn’t as if he’d ever admit that), and the commander wanted to put a stop to it once and for all. It brought nothing but disruption in the team, and that was something they didn’t need. Starforce had to work harmonious, as one, there was no place for arguments or potential fights breaking out. He wouldn’t have any of it. 

So there he was, going to the training rooms, or rather the shooting range, with the hopes of finding Minn there. Seems like it was his lucky day, or not, depending on how one viewed it, considering Minn did have a temper. “We need to talk.”

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             the world is a special place, filled with so many different kind of spiecies.                     and it amazed yennefer, so many different kinds of species, living in peace in one small place. probably because they look like normal humans and others not knowing they are not human.      ( SUCH COMPLICATED LIVES )     but, it didn’t withheld yennefer from enjoying her time on earth. she never really thought about space, or life in space. it sounded impossible for yennefer, for humans living in space -         or other species. but oh, she was so wrong.     ( BUT SHE DIDN’T BELIEVE IN LIFE IN SPACE )      for her to believe, yennefer had to see it with her own eyes.

Staying on Earth, Terra, C-53 --- once could call the planet many ways --- still felt weird, but less weird than when he first arrived. The planet itself seemed so... backward in many ways, mainly in the technology used, not to mention the means of transport. Cities were big, yes, but loud, there seemed to be chaos everywhere, no established rules one had to follow or anything else. Many times, Yon had to remind himself that this wasn’t Hala anymore, that there was no Supreme Intelligence to dictate the ways of behaviour, and that he couldn’t just walk around freely without the authorities knowing where he was. S.H.I.E.L.D. folks were forever wary of him, but he understood why. Having a completely new species wander the face of the Earth surely wasn’t easy to stomach, and then there was the issue with him getting (if that should ever happen) sick. It wasn’t as if Yon could simply walk into the hospital and have things taken care of, his blue blood being the main issue.

It had been several weeks up until this point that Yon had ventured from the ‘safety’ and the comfort of the Skellige isles to the Continent. Call it the thrill of travel, the call of a witcher’s Path, or simply the need to earn coin somewhere else that wasn’t Skellige. The journey itself had been quite eventful and, if one could put it like that at least, with the bear school witcher encountering more hostility towards witchers on the Continent than on the isles, and there seemed to be less work, at least by the coast. However, as he traveled further inland, things got more interesting. Leshens, kikimores, the occasional fiend to fight as well brought in nice coin, making the trip worth it.

It had been several weeks now that he roamed the wast Continent, the Path taking him towards the kingdoms of Aerdin and Kaedwen, and the witcher had made camp in the woods outside Ard Carraigh where he’d be undisturbed for the evening before going towards the capital to look for work, maybe even check out any nearby towns as well while he was at it when he heard footsteps coming his way --- rapid ones as well, as if somebody was running. It was no monster, he’d feel that through the vibrations of his medallion. It had to be a person. “Who goes there?” he called into the woods, hand at the ready to reach for his steel sword just in case.

Being lectured wasn’t exactly Yon really looked forward to, but Kal-El’s concern was more than justified. He had been injured, quite badly at that, his side bleeding, and not even half an hour after he was pulled out of the fight to get proper care, Yon moved back in, solely because he saw a kid, a girl in immediate danger, and he wasn’t about to stand around and do nothing. So he saved her, gettting hit once more, causing the stitches that he received earlier to break and cause bleeding once more.

@starforcecommander​ asked:     “ i love you, but i swear to god i’ll leave you if you ever make hot chocolate using water again. ”

“ CONSIDER    IT   PAY-BACK,   MY   LOVE. “   her   tone   is   sweet,   the   exact   sound   of   innocence   as   she   cups   his   face   in   her   hands,   pressing   a   soft,   chocolate-flavored   kiss   to   his   lips.   “ you   might   just   think   again   the   next   time   you   imply   my   form   is   weak.   i   can   take   you   on   any   day   of   the   year,   my   darling,   and   you   know   it. “   she   licks   a   swirl   of   cream   from   her   thumb   as   she   returns   to   the   kitchen.   “ just   as   much   as   you   know   that   hot   chocolate   can   only   ever   be   made   using   milk. “