Noel had ceased attempting to strangle Mar-Vell some time ago. Though he and his ragtag crew of the dead found no love for one another in the situation they were bound to. On a direct course across the Milky Way Galaxy, Noel was being dragged to Hala, homeworld of the Kree Empire. An emergency protocol by Mar-Vell, which really should have been disabled.

"Food supplement number thirteen, my favourite." Noel murmured in a vicious tone. He glanced across the main hall towards Marv, who looked back at him with a shrug. Noel could be pissy with him all he wanted, There situation wouldn't be changing, and Marv had done all he could to prepare Noel for what lay ahead. Torture, Accusers, the Supreme Intelligence and so much more.

Still, Noel was understandably upset. And the attempts by the others to improve his mood had been borderline impossible. His love of Star Trek did little to help, it was time to change tactics.

"Look, kid. You get out of this, and I can point you at the Nova and the Shi'ar. They'll be able to give you what you want. Nova are like... UN Peacekeepers but capable. Shi'ar... They're more complicated, but you'll learn."

Noel put aside the green slunk and looked to his light-purple skin. Periwinkle? He didn't know, and he didn't really care right now. Still, it was nicer than being blue and looking like one of the twins. He'd have to decorate himself at some point, fortunately he'd somehow brought Mickey's tattoo over to his new person. The bumblebee was there on his arm.

"Captain Mar-Vell. You are approaching Kree space. Power down your engines."

Noel paused, as did Marv, and immediately the two rushed to the comms panel.

"What do I say?"

"Shit kid, I didn't even think this far ahead. Uhh, tell them it's salvaged. You heard there's a bounty." Marv shrugged, looking at the crew of spirits that had followed Noel.

"This is... Bradford. I've retrieved this vessel as salvage. I hear there's a bounty?"

"Salvage? On a Kree vessel? Who is this?" The voice asked. Two displays came to life, showing a small slew of approaching Kree ships. Noel swallowed hard.

"I don't think they bought it."

"YA THINK?!"

"Popwer down your engines, and prepare to be boarded."