Marvel 1919 : Rise of an Empire

George stood up from his rocking chair, walked to his study and called out, "Monday, adjust a satellite to New Mexico. I want live footage of Roswell."

"Yes, adjusting now. Estimated time: ten minutes," Monday replied.

"Report any abnormalities immediately," George commanded.

"Understood, My Lord."

While waiting for the satellite to align, George also considered the urgent need to upgrade their surveillance systems.

The satellite technology currently in use had come from the Suicide Squad dimension, and even after acquiring better technology, the satellites had never been properly updated. This oversight was precisely why George had been caught completely unaware when an alien had entered Earth's atmosphere.

However, George could easily understand why Earth, this broken, defenceless world, was so frequently visited by extraterrestrial beings.

Take Drax the Destroyer, that rough warrior from the Guardians of the Galaxy. In one origin story, he was named Arthur Douglas and was born in Burbank, California, United States. He had worked initially as a simple real estate agent.

One day, Arthur had been driving through the Mojave Desert with his wife and young daughter, Heather, when he had accidentally witnessed Thanos's spaceship passing overhead.

To avoid exposing his current location to potential enemies, Thanos had attacked Arthur's car without hesitation. Arthur and his wife had died in the assault, while Thanos's father had later adopted his daughter and eventually became the mighty Moon Dragon.

Thanos's grandfather had given Arthur himself a new body and powers specifically to fight against the Mad Titan, thus becoming Drax the Destroyer.

Similarly, Cyclops's parents had been an ordinary couple flying a small plane with their three children to visit relatives when hostile aliens had suddenly hijacked them.

Cyclops's parents had thrown both Cyclops and his second brother out of the hijacked spaceship to save them, while the alien captors had taken the couple and their youngest son.

Star-Lord needed no introduction. His extraterrestrial father had come to Earth for a vacation and had fallen in love with his human mother.

When his mother had died from cancer, Star-Lord's father had been so heartbroken that he had cried and run out of the house, only to be immediately snatched up by the space pirate Yondu right at his own doorstep.

So in essence, Earth was basically like a cosmic sieve, completely open to anyone, utterly undefended against extraterrestrial intrusion.

Earth's primary mystical protector, the Ancient One, only dealt with dangerous invaders from other dimensions. She deliberately didn't interfere with normal spaceship entry and exit from Earth's atmosphere.

The other potential protector, Odin, the aging King of the Nine Realms, was already growing old and frail. Since Earth also had the Ancient One watching over mystical threats, he generally didn't bother himself with Earth's affairs.

This combination had led to the current situation on Earth, where entry and exit remained completely free and unmonitored.

However, in the eyes of most alien civilizations, Earth was merely a remote and backward planet with little strategic value. Provoking the Norse Asgardians for this broken world simply wasn't worth the consequences.

Therefore, no major alien race actively wanted to occupy or conquer Earth.

Considering the serious potential security issues that would arise in the future, merely upgrading the satellite surveillance system wouldn't be enough. Defensive orbital bases and a fleet of space warships would also need to be prepared.

"The satellite is now in position, and live footage is being transmitted," Monday reminded him.

George carefully observed the footage projected by Monday but found no immediately useful information in the current images.

However, this setback didn't stop George for long.

The next moment, George teleported directly to the neighborhood of Roswell, appearing near the location where the alien spaceship wreckage had been discovered.

Perhaps influenced by the news coverage of the alien spaceship incident, the entire area was now lively, with curious people everywhere discussing the alien encounter.

It seemed that the habit of enjoying a good spectacle was exactly the same everywhere across all cultures.

George heard many local people claiming to have personally witnessed aliens with their own eyes, though the creatures they described sounded more like terrifying alien monsters. Their accounts sounded completely made up.

George stood quietly in place for several minutes, carefully observing the crowd, then walked directly toward a dimly lit bar located on the street corner.

"Bartender, another one!" As George entered, he immediately heard a slightly magnetic female voice calling out from the bar counter.

"Hey there, beautiful, you've already had quite a bit to drink tonight," the portly bartender advised with concern.

"Old Tom, hurry up with those drinks! Don't you worry about the beauty getting too drunk and not paying her tab. If she gets drunk, all the drinks are on me tonight. Haha…" came a teasing shout from across the room.

"That's right, Old Tom! We're all betting on who can successfully take the beauty home tonight, so don't be such a spoilsport about it."

"Exactly right, mind your own business and keep pouring, haha…"

Although the crowded bar instantly erupted with raucous shouts and laughter, the lady who had ordered the drink seemed completely oblivious to their crude comments, continuing to savor the wine in her glass with elegant composure.

George sat down directly beside the lady, glanced at a severely damaged seat nearby, and then spoke calmly to the woman in front of him.

"It seems this particular establishment is not entirely suitable for someone like you, Madam."

The lady who had been drinking looked up slowly at George and replied with a knowing smile, "This place shouldn't be suitable for a wealthy person like you either."

"Is that so? My name is George Orwell Swinton. How should I properly address you, beautiful?" George asked with his most charming smile.

"Mar-Vell," she replied simply.

Indeed, the lady sitting before him was Mar-Vell, originally from the planet Hala, a member of the Kree Empire's elite Starforce, and also a genius scientist.

That's right, she was Captain Marvel Carol Danvers's Kree mentor and guide.

However, Mar-Vell currently appeared to be in her early thirties. Since the Kree possessed significantly longer lifespans than ordinary humans, George truly had no way of determining her actual age.

It was no wonder that even twenty years later, in 1989, when Captain Marvel's origin story would unfold, Mar-Vell would still appear to be a middle-aged woman in the historical records.

Recently, she had been assigned to a mission involving the elimination of Imperial fugitives, and her primary targets were naturally the Kree's ancient enemies, the shapeshifting Skrulls.

However, during the course of this mission, she had made a shocking discovery that the war being propagated by the Kree Empire was actually an unjust conflict. This revelation had caused her to switch sides and begin protecting the innocent Skrulls instead.

Her new plan involved building a super engine that could transport the Skrull refugees to a distant location where the Kree military couldn't find them to live in peace.

She had discovered detailed information about the Tesseract in the Kree Empire's classified historical records and intended to harness the Tesseract as a new energy source for her project.

This quest had brought her to Earth, which was labeled as Planet C-53 in the Kree Empire's official galactic catalog.

She simply hadn't expected that when she had detached her small reconnaissance spaceship from the main Kree Empire cruiser, preparing to enter Earth's atmosphere undetected, she would be discovered by several dangerous Kree fugitives.

Thus, a violent battle had broken out between the opposing forces.

The pile of twisted wreckage that the U.S. military had previously discovered belonged to those Kree Empire fugitives. Unfortunately, her own spaceship had also been severely damaged during the battle.

"Hello, Mar-Vell. This drink is entirely on me," George said to Mar-Vell after signaling the bartender for another round.

"Thank you for your generosity."

"Then, to ask more formally, may I inquire why Ms. Mar-Vell has chosen to come to Earth?" George asked with politeness.

"Excuse me, but I don't understand what you mean by that question." Mar-Vell suddenly noticed that the previously noisy and boisterous bar had fallen into complete, unnatural silence.

As a highly trained member of the elite Starforce, Mar-Vell immediately attributed this suspicious change to the stranger sitting directly in front of her. She was about to quickly pull out her photon gun from her waist.

"Please don't be nervous. I mean absolutely no harm to you," George said calmly, waving his hand.

The pistol in Mar-Vell's hand instantly transformed into a living, writhing snake.

Mar-Vell immediately threw the snake away from herself without hesitation. The small serpent fell to the floor with a dull thud, rolled over once, and then began crawling directly toward George.

"For an outsider like you who brings potential instability to Earth, we always need to properly understand the situation first, don't we?"

George picked up the small snake with composure, effortlessly turned it back into a pistol, bounced it casually in his hand, and then politely handed it back to Mar-Vell.

"That depends on whether you actually have the ability to make me comply."

After Mar-Vell spoke these challenging words, her wrist began to glow with brilliant energy, and then a powerful photon blast was fired directly from her clenched fist.

George calmly caught the photon blast with his bare hands. The photon blast grew smaller and smaller between George's hands, finally disappearing completely into nothingness.

Looking at a somewhat surprised and impressed Mar-Vell, George said with quiet confidence, "Very well, since you choose to settle this through force."

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