Open Tell-Phone Time

[kree_soldieress]

Hello. I have been told that this device, as primitive as it is, is a form of open communication to the community of residents here. Who seem to mostly be human. But that is another matter entirely.

I am Lauri-Ell of the Kree. I have some questions that I wish to see if people can provide answers to.

[She sighs. This is all so... strange.]

I have been told that I am stuck here and cannot return to space where my people are. I have been allotted a residence as well. It is much larger than I have ever had to myself. Not like my sister's place, but it's... Empty.

Is there perhaps somewhere that I could acquire cut flowers to liven up the room? Nothing potted.

Oh, and what do people do when they are not in their residences?

[Someone explain employment to her, please.]

Comments

[chaosvessel]

We're trying, but our own sins are deep.

I...hope you find your flowers.

[kree_soldieress]

Yes, I understand this complication. My people have been at war for thousands of years.

[chaosvessel]

After so long...do you remember what you're fighting over?

[kree_soldieress]

Until the Emperor took the throne, we were fighting because we had always been fighting. I know the origins of the war, of course. But the purpose was long since foolish. Now we fought because we had always fought, and for those who had already died. No good reasons.

[chaosvessel]

[Vincent listened to her reasoning, nodding along with her story.]

Have you stopped fighting?

[kree_soldieress]

Between our species? Yes. We are united under the Emperor Dorrek-Vell. He is of both and neither of our species.

[chaosvessel]

How is someone both and neither?

[kree_soldieress]

He is Kree and Skrull, but was raised on Earth among humans. He does not know us well, but he is of us. But not.

[See, it makes sense.]

[chaosvessel]

Your leader never lived among you?

[kree_soldieress]

No. The Prince was living in hiding.

[chaosvessel]

Was he aware of his station?

[kree_soldieress]

Not as early as he should have been.

[Poor child. But she cannot do much about that.]