The Homeworld of Hala.
The morning sun over the Kree capital was a sterile, engineered gold. The city was a marvel of logic and silicon, a clean tech-metropolis thriving under the gaze of the Supreme Intelligence. Suddenly, the sky didn't just crack—it burned.
A massive, sparking ring of orange fire materialized against the backdrop of the stars. Through the aperture, a giant, spinning metal sphere appeared, its conical tip glowing with a terrifying, concentrated heat.
"Level One Alert!"
"All citizens to the shelters! This is not a drill!"
On the other side of the fire-circle portal, back at the Asgardian Observatory, Loki admired his handiwork. He had recently taken a whim to teach his family this "glitch" in the magical fabric of the universe. Divine power didn't require a physical Sling Ring; it required intent. Hela and Rose, having scouted the Kree Empire previously, combined their strength to tear open a channel that spanned the galaxy.
In the old stories of the sorcerers, these portals could remain stable for hours, completely disregarding the law of conservation of mass. Loki didn't need hours. He only needed three minutes.
"Heimdall, my loyal dog," Loki commanded, leaning on the Eternal Spear.
"Activate the Bridge. But be careful with the intensity. We want to sear them, not crack the planet... yet."
"Yes! Your Majesty!"
BOOM!
The Bifrost flare didn't travel through the void; it traveled through the portal. It was the ultimate tactical "magnifying glass." The rainbow beam struck the Kree homeworld with the precision of a surgical laser. On the other side of the universe, the ground didn't just shake—it liquefied. Destructive shockwaves swept through the Kree industrial districts, turning obsidian towers into glass.
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How's that for an idea? Loki thought, watching the cosmic fireworks. If the Bridge can't reach the target, bring the target to the Bridge. Barbecue the blue-blooded ants from the comfort of your own balcony.
The Mental Radio.
The telepathic link was a mess of adrenaline.
"COOL!" Rose shrieked, her voice echoing in Loki's skull. "What a brilliant light! Why didn't you let me pull the trigger? That big dark brute at the Observatory must be thrilled to death!"
"Because," Hela replied, mentally swatting her sister's excitement away, "I was afraid you'd lose control and sink the entire planet. We need a battlefield, not a graveyard."
"Next time!" Rose promised. "I'll do anything! My dearest sister, let me fire the big gun next time!"
Hela tilted her head, her silver-tipped hair catching the glow of the Bifrost. "Loki, my Prince... what are your thoughts?"
"No thoughts," Loki shrugged, appearing as the aging Odin. "I haven't killed a king yet. When the flare dies, tie a challenge letter to Mjolnir and throw it through the hole. Then we wait for them to deploy."
The King's Ambition.
Loki patted Heimdall's shoulder. "Good fellow. Your contribution to peace is noted. I hope you will be as loyal to my son, Thor, as you have been to me."
"I swear it, Great King!" Heimdall knelt, his orange eyes wide with reverence.
Loki nodded, though inwardly he sighed. He was an insulator to male loyalty—always had been. He could only rely on mental trickery and the weight of the crown to keep men like Heimdall in line.
"Notify Frey's divisions," Loki commanded. "The warriors will march with me soon to drink the blood of the disobedient."
At this point in the timeline, Loki knew exactly where the rot lay. Tyr was long dead, and Sigmund was loyal but lacked the spark of genius. Odin's perceived decrepitude had fueled the ambition of Frey, who had secretly recruited the old generals to his side.
Loki's expedition had two secret purposes: First, to let Hela (impersonating Thor) establish a legend for the real Thor he had in storage. Second, to lead Frey's commanded units into a meat-grinder. He would eliminate the internal opposition under the guise of an external war.
The Siege of the Matrix.
The Bifrost opened several wide-area portals in the starry sky above Hala. Hela, wielding Stormbreaker and summoning Mjolnir to her left hand, was the first to charge through.
"I! The Crown Prince of the Eternal Kingdom!" she bellowed, her voice amplified by the lightning crackling between the two weapons. "Thor Odinson! By the command of the All-Father, I march to conquer the disobedient! All for Asgard!"
"VALHALLA!" the army roared.
The golden phalanx swept through the portals, followed by the medium-sized warships and the mobile shuttle units. They emerged to find a Kree energy shield matrix that blotted out the sun—thousands of space fighters forming a hexagonal web of protection.
"Asgard! ATTACK!"
Mjolnir and Stormbreaker flew as a twin streak of light, but the Kree energy matrix rippled, absorbing the impact. The Kree responded with a concentrated bombardment of heavy laser fire, centered directly on Hela.
"Form ranks! Shields up!" Hela commanded.
Frey, following behind, looked grim. The firepower was staggering. He glanced toward the "Odin" watching from the rear. Is he trying to kill me? he wondered.
BOOM!
The sky turned white. Smoke filled the battlefield. Hela flew through the gunfire, striking the matrix with the force of a falling star. Space fighters exploded in chains, but the matrix held.
Loki, seeing the stalemate, decided to tip the scales. He tapped into the Heart of Asgard.
A massive, golden-red World Serpent made of living fire erupted through a central portal. It didn't fight; it was a kamikaze. It slammed into the southern energy matrix and self-detonated in a burst of endless light and heat.
A gaping hole appeared in the Kree defenses.
"Embrace death, my little blue babies!" Rose's voice rang out as she breached the northern gap. She wore the Power Stone Gauntlet, her presence a terrifying blood-red plague. Wherever she flew, Kree soldiers turned on one another, consumed by the Curse.
The Descent of the Red Sun.
The Kree defenses were shattered. The "magnifying glass" of the Bifrost continued to sear the western flank like a welding torch, providing infinite staying power.
Loki slowly stood from his observer's chair and walked toward the hangar. He approached his new toy—the Red Sun Destroyer.
"I shall—" Loki whispered as he entered the Uru-Vibranium cockpit, his eyes glowing with the fire of a thousand suns.
"Attack in Gundam form!"
The massive metal titan stepped through the portal, its three-bladed wings unfolding as it prepared to turn the Kree capital into a memory.
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