In a distant galaxy, Ronan the Accuser received instructions from the Supreme Intelligence as he headed toward the Solar System.
As the vast torrent of data flooded Ronan's neural implant, even he, a fleet commander, suffered a wave of dizziness from the sheer volume of information. His temples throbbed as though they were swelling.
Ronan quickly began reviewing the details of the order.
Everything was specified in painstaking detail, from the requirement that every Krieg warrior's armor be perfect and spotless to an entirely new armor design, down to the angles at which the arm plates were to be polished and the curvature of the breastplate modules.
Aside from the requirements concerning the armor's design, cleanliness, neatness, and perfection,
the order also explicitly singled out his fleet's "crude" methods of combat.
The Supreme Intelligence demanded that Ronan the Accuser do everything in his power to demonstrate the perfection of the great Kree Empire in battle. This encompassed every warrior's attitude toward honor, as well as the requirement that every engagement be an overwhelming victory, embodying the very definition of "perfection"!
Every war was to be resolved with elegance.
All warriors were also required to possess flawless appearances and physiques. Any warrior with defects was to be "executed."
No imperfect "flaw" could be permitted to exist within a perfect legion.
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Ronan's brow furrowed more and more tightly as he stared at the strange order, falling silent.
"Lord Accuser, is it an order from the Supreme Intelligence?" Unable to hold back his question, his adjutant spoke up at his unusual silence.
"Yes..."
A trace of confusion colored Ronan's voice. The Supreme Intelligence's inexplicable order clearly struck him as strange.
This directive... was bizarre in every respect!
Previously, under the Supreme Intelligence's leadership, the Kree had developed a code of conduct that