S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Legacy (First Update)

"What do you want?" Nick Fury asked. "Isn't S.H.I.E.L.D.'s legacy enough to fill your belly?"

"I've ordered all my forces to stand by, but it's nowhere near enough." Salomon ignored the former S.H.I.E.L.D. director's sarcasm. Even after running into the man himself, he did not feel the slightest shame over plundering so much of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s legacy. Compared to letting secular governments turn those resources into bargaining chips and research material for the next arms race, using them as stepping stones for humanity's internal strife, he could at least put those strategic resources toward the safety of all mankind. "I want you to use the forces you've hidden away, Nick Fury," he said. "I want you to play a few of your trump cards. I don't believe you haven't kept some cards up your sleeve. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come down from that secret Space Station alone."

"What else did you see? I'm just a poor, blind Homeless Man now. Do you still think I'm as omnipotent as I used to be?" Nick Fury's single eye fixed tightly on the Arcanist. "I'm retired, Salomon. I can't even afford my next lunch."

"My missiles are already aimed at the orbital Space Station you built, Nick Fury." Salomon waved dismissively, uninterested in Nick Fury's concealment. "A grand ambition—trying to make Earth interfere in cosmic affairs this way. But I can only tell you that it's the stupidest idea in the world. What you're doing will only hasten humanity's extinction. However, that isn't what we're here to discuss today. Don't try to hide secrets from me. I also know that orbital Space Station doesn't have many orbital defense systems. Now is the time for you to trade the lives of your most loyal Skrulls for human lives. I think that's a pretty good deal.