kreeborn:
Yon-Rogg was one that didn’t mourn losses of war, or casualties of a battle he albeit had no idea was happening to begin with. He, in truth, felt pitty that such a fine war spacecraft was taken down rather than be sad about lives lost in the explosion. The act itself, in return, simply proved to him that the lad in front of him could play dirty if needed and if he wanted to, hence why he wouldn’t underestimate him in no way, be the boy one of the many experiments other Kree did or not.
“I see you learned something on Hala after all. It’s almost admirable that you’re, in fact, using that in practice,” Yon slowly said, hand on his pistol but not pulling it out. First he wanted to see what the other planned on doing with the weaponry he had pointed at him to begin with. “But do you think it’s fair to pull weapons against those who had nothing to do with anything other Kree might have done to you? And clearly something happened, otherwise you wouldn’t be this aggravated towards us despite us not doing anything.”
There was clearly misinformation, here. Did this commander not know who he was? Or was there simply a blackout on information regarding him? Impossible to say, given he’d never had the chance to hack into Kree computer systems. Still, best to correct the errors.
“Heh. Hala is overrated. I’ve never set foot on that doomed little rock, and I never will if I have a say in it.“
As the Hyperion finished tearing the warship apart, Alec remained focused on Yon-Rogg. “My father was a kree science officer. My mother was terran. I am...” he grinned, “more.” He was reluctant to make the first move, not wanting to give his opponent a chance to retaliate. “And it will take far more than once little kree wretch to defeat me.”
