“They call me terrorist, radical, zealot, becau I obey the a laws of my people, the Kree, and punish tho who do not.” Ronan spoke as he ro from a sing pool ofmidnight-black fluid. His attendants gathered around him to anoint his body with sacred powders and apply the mask of the Accur to his face. “Becau I do not five your people for taking the life of my father. And his father, and his father before him. A thousand years of war between us will not be fotten!”
This speech was addresd to a prisoner, who k in the chamber, his upper body immobilized by a heavy steel collar around his neck. He could barely turn his head. The prisoner was an officer of the Nova Corps, theXandar-bad law enfort agency that policed the ctor. Fully dresd in his armor and the cowl of his office, Ronan turo face the prisoner, who glared defiantly up at him.
“You ’t do this! over signed a peace treaty!” he protested.
Ronan despid the Nova Corps becau they reprented everythied about Xandarian civilization. The weakness, the cowardly u of diplomacy to avoid the righteous fury of war. The Nova Corps’ vision of law was nothing more than saving the weak from their own weakness. They were a siess.
“They call me terrorist, radical, zealot, becau I obey the a laws of my people, the Kree, and punish tho who do not.” Ronan spoke as he ro from a sing pool ofmidnight-black fluid. His attendants gathered around him to anoint his body with sacred powders and apply the mask of the Accur to his face. “Becau I do not five your people for taking the life of my father. And his father, and his father before him. A thousand years of war between us will not be fotten!”