The Dark Aster, reduced to barely a fifth of its original size and riddled with damage, arrived above Fallen Planet. By then, Ronan had reached the end of the road. The Dark Aster no longer had enough energy even to maintain basic functions like oxygen.
If the Skrulls launched a round of concentrated artillery fire now, the Dark Aster would be finished for good, with no possibility of turning things around.
Therefore, Ronan had already been sending messages to the Skrulls, explaining why he had come.
Ronan had come with a way to lift the curse on the Skrulls. Even if they did not believe him, he trusted that they would seize this sole hope and give him a chance to speak.
Sure enough, when the Dark Aster approached Fallen Planet, it did not encounter any attacks.
Yet strangely enough, none of Ronan's previous messages received any response either.
Under these circumstances, Ronan could not worry about anything else. If they did not land for repairs and supplies, everyone aboard would die.
The Dark Aster made an emergency landing, adding countless new scars to its already battered hull. With that, taking off again anytime soon was nearly impossible. Major repairs would take at least half a year to a year.
But Ronan was not afraid in the slightest. As long as he could persuade these Skrulls, he would surely be able to obtain the supplies he needed on this planet.
"Deploy the remaining Necrocraft to search the surrounding area. If you find a Skrull city, send them the previous message. If you find nothing, prioritize gathering supplies," Ronan ordered.
There were now fewer than a hundred Kree left aboard the Dark Aster, but all of them were Ronan's most loyal followers. His orders would be carried out without the slightest