OOC: Memory 4 - Aliens on my lawn
He'll find a pizza box sitting innocently on his bed. WHAT LUCK! But instead of pizza it's a Touch/Sound crystal of lame. You see this picture? Dash will be wearing the lambie outfit when he wakes up. For FOUR DAYS.
Reference: Young Avengers Issue 10, Pages 20, 21, 22, 23 and 24.
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Dash touched the crystal in the box, knowing he was in for something new and probably weird. But hopefully enlightening.
Like most of the times he got one of the crystals, everything went black. That made the loud explosion directly in front of him more startling.
“I knocked, but nobody answered.” That was his own voice, sounding a little sinister. The explosion was probably his then.
"Who dares...?" It was a voice he didn’t recognize at all, speaking with a strange accent.
“Billy..?” That was Throne’s voice, sounding tired and uncertain, surprised.
“Nope.” Dash answered. “Do we really look that much alike?”
“I’m here, Ted.” That was Code’s voice, next to him. “Don’t worry, we’ll-“ Code’s words were cut off by sudden heat and the sound of fire and Throne yelling.
“Kl’rt, no!” Was Kl’rt the unknown voice?
“Tommy, stand back.” This was Code again. Tommy… Was that him? Dash felt heat on his skin, felt his arms moving and knew his movements were the same ones he used for explosions. He could feel himself moving, the air changing as something was destroyed in front of him, and then he dodged forward, speaking. “The super-Skrull situation…” Dodge. “…is under…” Duck. “…control.” Just at the last word he felt something hit his face. He felt like he’d run into a brick, that fist hadn’t been actual flesh, had it? He had to have been hit by a stone-not that he had much time to process that, falling back and away, his nose bleeding and definitely broken.
"Thomas!" That was another voice… The masked man of his first dream, but then Tommy was definitely him, right?
“I’ve got him.” That was Code again.
"Then leave the super-Skrull to me." The other man said.
"And what can you do to me, wraith?" The other voice with the weird accent, Kl’rt, had to be this super-Skrull guy, asked.
"I can solidify my hand inside your chest cavity just enough to render you unconscious." The voice replied.
“How’d you find me?” Throne asked a moment later, and Dash didn’t even need sight to know he was hugging Code from the sound of their voices.
“Locating spell.” Code sounded relieved and happy.
“Can we go now? I think my nose is broken.” Dash asked, voice thick with pain. He definitely agreed with his memory, that sure felt like a broken nose.
"Your highness, wait..." The super-Skrull-Kl’rt-spoke, voice weak. "...Your people-your family--need you."
“What family? My mother?” Throne’s voice was gentle.
“Ted, what are you doing?” Dash felt the familiar tingle of magic when Code spoke, questioning and slightly hostile.
“It’s okay. He won’t hurt me.” Throne reassured.
"Unfortunately, your mother was killed when Galactus consumed the Skrull throne-world." Wait. What. Dash wanted to ask them to rewind that. Galactus? Skrull throne-world? What was Teddy?
“What about my father?” Throne was asking, the conversation continuing despite Dash’s confusion.
"Your father...?" Kl’rt started, then cut off with a choked cry. "AUGGGH!" And the sound of a laser.
“Kl’rt!” Throne sounded shocked.
“It’s all right, child.” This was an entirely new voice, coming from somewhere a little above Dash. “The super-Skrull will not harm you-or anyone--ever again. The Kree army protects its own…” There was a significant pause before the man finished the thought. “…And you are one of us.”
Wait what? Dash wanted to ask, but sight returned as the memory ended.
What the hell had that been? He raised a hand to touch his nose-thankfully intact and not broken and hurting, but the memory had him reeling. He’d already known Throne and Code’s names, for a long time. But was he… Thomas? Was that his name? He was Tommy? It felt really, really weird to have a name.
More than that, what was a Skrull? What was a Kree? Instinct… No something, not quite a memory, but he knew those weren’t human. Hell, that Kl’rt guy had mentioned a throne-world even, so of course they couldn’t be human… But then was Throne... An alien?
Reference: Young Avengers Issue 10, Pages 20, 21, 22, 23 and 24.
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Dash touched the crystal in the box, knowing he was in for something new and probably weird. But hopefully enlightening.
Like most of the times he got one of the crystals, everything went black. That made the loud explosion directly in front of him more startling.
“I knocked, but nobody answered.” That was his own voice, sounding a little sinister. The explosion was probably his then.
"Who dares...?" It was a voice he didn’t recognize at all, speaking with a strange accent.
“Billy..?” That was Throne’s voice, sounding tired and uncertain, surprised.
“Nope.” Dash answered. “Do we really look that much alike?”
“I’m here, Ted.” That was Code’s voice, next to him. “Don’t worry, we’ll-“ Code’s words were cut off by sudden heat and the sound of fire and Throne yelling.
“Kl’rt, no!” Was Kl’rt the unknown voice?
“Tommy, stand back.” This was Code again. Tommy… Was that him? Dash felt heat on his skin, felt his arms moving and knew his movements were the same ones he used for explosions. He could feel himself moving, the air changing as something was destroyed in front of him, and then he dodged forward, speaking. “The super-Skrull situation…” Dodge. “…is under…” Duck. “…control.” Just at the last word he felt something hit his face. He felt like he’d run into a brick, that fist hadn’t been actual flesh, had it? He had to have been hit by a stone-not that he had much time to process that, falling back and away, his nose bleeding and definitely broken.
"Thomas!" That was another voice… The masked man of his first dream, but then Tommy was definitely him, right?
“I’ve got him.” That was Code again.
"Then leave the super-Skrull to me." The other man said.
"And what can you do to me, wraith?" The other voice with the weird accent, Kl’rt, had to be this super-Skrull guy, asked.
"I can solidify my hand inside your chest cavity just enough to render you unconscious." The voice replied.
“How’d you find me?” Throne asked a moment later, and Dash didn’t even need sight to know he was hugging Code from the sound of their voices.
“Locating spell.” Code sounded relieved and happy.
“Can we go now? I think my nose is broken.” Dash asked, voice thick with pain. He definitely agreed with his memory, that sure felt like a broken nose.
"Your highness, wait..." The super-Skrull-Kl’rt-spoke, voice weak. "...Your people-your family--need you."
“What family? My mother?” Throne’s voice was gentle.
“Ted, what are you doing?” Dash felt the familiar tingle of magic when Code spoke, questioning and slightly hostile.
“It’s okay. He won’t hurt me.” Throne reassured.
"Unfortunately, your mother was killed when Galactus consumed the Skrull throne-world." Wait. What. Dash wanted to ask them to rewind that. Galactus? Skrull throne-world? What was Teddy?
“What about my father?” Throne was asking, the conversation continuing despite Dash’s confusion.
"Your father...?" Kl’rt started, then cut off with a choked cry. "AUGGGH!" And the sound of a laser.
“Kl’rt!” Throne sounded shocked.
“It’s all right, child.” This was an entirely new voice, coming from somewhere a little above Dash. “The super-Skrull will not harm you-or anyone--ever again. The Kree army protects its own…” There was a significant pause before the man finished the thought. “…And you are one of us.”
Wait what? Dash wanted to ask, but sight returned as the memory ended.
What the hell had that been? He raised a hand to touch his nose-thankfully intact and not broken and hurting, but the memory had him reeling. He’d already known Throne and Code’s names, for a long time. But was he… Thomas? Was that his name? He was Tommy? It felt really, really weird to have a name.
More than that, what was a Skrull? What was a Kree? Instinct… No something, not quite a memory, but he knew those weren’t human. Hell, that Kl’rt guy had mentioned a throne-world even, so of course they couldn’t be human… But then was Throne... An alien?