DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Ultimate Spider-Man or any related characters, Spiderman Noir or Pulp era characters and themes. Everything belongs to Marvel, Disney or Dynamite Entertainment... apart from the story.

In short I don't own anything in this story.

This is just for fun.

Hi guys, it's great to be back, hope you all had fun over the holiday period. Ok just so you know; I'm a little busy right now with a few other projects and things, so this story probably won't get properly rolling until the start of February. But the idea for the prologue came to me so ... here we are.

Enjoy

Ultimate Spiderman: Dark Fates

Prologue

Turunal System

In the deep reaches of the cosmos, spread throughout the Greater Magellanic Cloud of the Turunal System, is the great and powerful Kree Empire. This Military-Technocratic Dictatorship consist of 30 billion sentient beings, most are alien species that have been enslaved and blindly serving their purpose in the name of their ruler; The Supreme Intelligence.

The Kree are an evolutionary stagnant race, meaning that biologically they have reached the end of their evolutional potential. To compensate for this they have devoted themselves to advancing their technological prowess, whether it is genetic engineering, psionic or cybernetic technology. The Kree military is also a power to behold; advanced warp-drive starships, robots and energy weapons. However this has brought them into conflict with other major powers in the galaxy; the Skull, the Shiar and even the Phalanx.

In the last few years the fighting between the Kree and Skull has died down to a "Cold War", but that could change ... ships from both sides had been mysteriously disappearing and entire colonies have grown silent. Due to this the Kree military has doubled the patrols of their borders, constantly on the alert for anything that might slip into their territory.

Kree Scout Vessel – Bridge – Boarders of Kree Space

Kree Commander: Anything on the sensors?

Kree Ensign: Nothing sir ... no Skrull activity, everything seems quiet.

Kree Commander: Stay alert; a few of our ships have disappeared here in the last few months.

Kree Ensign: Sir, we have a transmission coming in from Science Navy Command.

Kree Commander: Patch it through.

A hologram appears at the centre of the bridge, right in front of the Commanders chair; a white skinned Kree in a Science Navy Captains uniform.

Kree Commander: Captain Mar-Vell, to what do I owe this pleasure?

Captain Mar-Vell: "Commander, How goes your patrol?"

Kree Commander: Quiet, why do you ask?

Captain Mar-Vell: "We suspect that whatever is causing the disappearance of our ships is using some kind of stealth technology we haven't encountered before. Reconfigure your ships sensors to scan for the frequency I'm transmitting to you."

The Commander ordered his crew to do so and continued their search.

Kree Ensign: Still nothing sir.

The Commander turned back towards the hologram.

Kree Commander: It appears your little theory was little more than...

Kree Ensign: Sir, we have something!

Kree Commander: Where?

Kree Ensign: About a dozen clicks ahead of us ... sector 224

Kree Commander: That close? Open a visual.

A large holo-screen appears at the front of the bridge; showing an area of empty space.

Captain Mar-Vell: "They must have a cloaking device of sorts."

Kree Commander: Charge weapons and fire a single shot at sector 224.

The crew follow his orders to the letter and the Commander and Mar-Vell watch on the screen the single shot propelling through space. After only a few minutes the shot had hit something ... something enormous, and as a silhouette is revelled its cloaking device fell, exposing the enormous alien vessel passing by just in front of them. The sheer size of it was enough to make the jaws of the Commander and his crew drop.

Kree Commander: By the...

Captain Mar-Vell: "That ship ... it's not of Skull, Shiar or Phanlanx origin. In fact ... I don't recognise the design of it."

Kree Ensign: Sir! There's one more to the ... no two, four... Sir I have fifteen more on the scanners.

They look out to see more Dreadnaughts de-cloaking on the screen. However the commander failed to notice the ship ahead of them had its turrets aiming at them.

Kree Ensign: SIR! I think they're arming their weapon!

Kree Commander: SHIELDS UP!

BOOM!

The entire bridge shock violently due to the sheer force of the blast; terminals overloaded crew members through across the bridge and alarms ringing that nearly deafened everyone on the ship. The Commander sat himself back in his chair and turned back to the nearby Ensign, who was fighting the keep conscious after being slammed onto his terminal.

Kree Commander: STATUS REPORT!

Kree Ensign: (coughing) Shields at 12%, we can't take another hit like that ... weapons down ... life support at critical...

He slammed his head against his terminal unconscious and the Commander turned back to the holo-screen to see the alien dreadnaught reading its weapons for a final attack. He presses a few buttons on his chairs console and then faced the hologram of Mar-Vell.

Kree Commander: I'm transmitting the visual data to you now Captain, take it to the Supreme Intelligence ... our people must be warned.

Captain Mar-Vell: "Commander! COMMANDER!"

Kree Commander: For the Empire...

Science Navy Command – Hala – Kree Lar

Captain Mar-Vell: Commander! COMMANDER!

Kree Commander: "For the Empire..."

The next thing Mar-Vell saw was the screen bursting into static, the holo-link with the scout ship went dead and Mar-Vell sighed in remorse for what he just seen. He took a deep breath and turned to one of his assistants before heading out of the room.

Captain Mar-Vell: Send this data to High Command; I must speak to the Supreme Intelligence.

Kree Assistant: Captain ... what happened?

He stopped just as he reached the doors and didn't even look back to face his assistant as he answered.

Captain Mar-Vell: The Kree Empire is at war.

Alien Capital Ship – Bridge

Officer: Sir, the vessel has been destroyed.

Admiral: Very good.

Officer: But we suspect that they may have passed on...

Admiral: That's irrelevant.

Officer: Sir?

Admiral: I have my orders from the Grand Admiral himself, we're to secure this sector and find a planet to use as a staging ground from the rest of the fleet.

Officer: I'll send scout ships to...

Admiral: No need I've already located a suitable planet located in the nearby Keystone Quadrant ... prepare to send a detachment of the feet and have our forces equipped for urban and barren environment.

Officer: Both? Admiral, what is this world?

Admiral: ... Half-World.

A/N: Well there you go ... hope you enjoyed it and please let me know what you think.

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