The Skrull Mothership had lost power. The enormous starship lay in darkness, floating like a gigantic piece of trash in the space lane beside a dead planet.
The small escort ships were clearly frantic, darting around everywhere nearby. Perhaps they were searching for Ronan's trail, or perhaps they were expanding their warning perimeter against the Brood.
Now that patrol fleet was stranded in a cleared-out sector. That was not good news, because there was a high chance the Brood's main force would pass through here.
A powerless ship was obviously a space coffin. No, a space lunchbox. The bugs were already on their way to eat.
The faintly pink-glowing star made everything seem shrouded in a thin blood mist, as though it were saying—they did not have much time left to repair the ship.
The surrounding star systems had all been looted clean long ago. Finding a new energy source was basically impossible. The best option was to strip the energy supplies from those cruisers and transfer them to the mothership, then have everyone board the mothership and flee.
Unfortunately, the Skrulls did not seem to have thought of that. They were still searching for their arch-nemesis, the Kree, searching for Ronan's Dark Aster Fleet.
"Right, chew it hard for a while, then put it in your mouth and take a drag."
At that moment, aboard a small cargo ship hidden within the asteroid belt, Deathstroke was teaching Black Bolt how to properly use betel nut and cigarettes.
As the saying went, betel nut and cigarettes together made your power boundless. After following Deathstroke's instructions, Black Bolt's expression visibly became a little floaty.
He was not nervous at all anymore. His only regret was that he could not blow smoke rings like Deathstroke.
He could open his mouth, but he