Chapter 6: The Wrath of the Kree Empire
A Storm on the Horizon
The skies above Xandar were burning. Explosions rocked the once-thriving capital of the Nova Corps as the Kree warships descended, blotting out the sun with their massive forms. Sirens blared across the city, alarms ringing in desperate warning.
But for Nitron, this was exactly what he wanted.
He stood atop a crumbling Nova Corps command tower, the Power Stone pulsing within his Cybertronian core, filling him with raw, untamed energy. His newfound power crackled through his circuits, amplifying his very being—but he could still feel it.
The stone fought against him, testing his will, trying to consume him.
But Nitron was no ordinary being.
> "You will obey me," he muttered, focusing his mind, forging a link between his own Primus-Unicron essence and the Power Stone's limitless strength.
And then… he mastered it.
A pulse of violet energy surged through his body as the Power Stone synced with his core. The surge of cosmic might nearly overwhelmed him, but he embraced it—contained it. He was now beyond what any Cybertronian or human could be.
The Kree Invasion
Above, the Kree warships unleashed a relentless bombardment, leveling buildings and reducing Nova forces to ash. In the skies, dozens of Kree Accusers descended, their armor gleaming under the dying light.
At their forefront stood Ronan the Accuser, battered but far from defeated. His hammer crackled with renewed fury, his pride demanding vengeance.
> "You dare claim the Power Stone, Cybertronian?" Ronan roared. "You will return it to me, or I will rip it from your broken corpse!"
Nitron's optics flashed.
> "Come and take it."
The Battle Begins
Ronan lunged, swinging his hammer with immense force. The very air trembled, the ground beneath them fracturing from the sheer power. But this time, Nitron was faster.
He dodged mid-air, thrusters roaring, his Unicron-forged blade materializing in his hand.
Ronan struck first, his hammer releasing a devastating shockwave.
Nitron countered, his blade colliding with Ronan's weapon, the impact ripping through the battlefield.
Energy clashed, sending both warriors skidding backward, but neither faltered.
Above, Kree warriors and Nova Centurions clashed, their dogfights streaking the sky with explosions and energy blasts.
Nitron Unleashed
Nitron grinned, feeling the Power Stone coursing through his veins. He raised his hand—a sphere of cosmic energy formed instantly.
With a mere thought, he unleashed it.
A blinding explosion erupted, ripping through an entire Kree battalion, sending bodies and warships crashing down.
> "This is the power of a god, Ronan. You are nothing before me."
But Ronan was unrelenting.
> "I am the Accuser! I do not bow to false gods!"
With a mighty leap, Ronan brought his hammer down. But this time, Nitron did not block.
He caught the weapon mid-swing, his grip crushing the cosmic-forged handle. The moment stretched as Ronan's eyes widened in disbelief.
> "Impossible—"
Nitron snarled, his Power Stone-enhanced strength surging, and ripped the hammer from Ronan's grasp, shattering it with a single squeeze.
Ronan staggered back, for the first time in his existence feeling fear.
Nitron closed the distance in an instant, grabbing Ronan by the throat. The Accuser struggled, his hands clawing at Nitron's unbreakable grip, but it was futile.
> "Your war is over."
With a single motion, Nitron crushed Ronan's throat, the Accuser's lifeless body falling to the ground.
The Kree Fleet Falls
The Kree forces, seeing their commander slain, hesitated. That was all the Nova Corps needed.
Star-Lord and the Guardians led a counteroffensive, blasting Kree warships from the sky.
Nova Centurions rallied, turning the tide against the invaders.
Cybertronian reinforcements arrived, with Tarn, Jetfire, and Soundwave tearing through Kree forces.
With their leader dead and their forces crumbling, the Kree fled, their once-proud invasion now a crushing defeat.
Cybertron's Expansion
As the battlefield settled, Nitron stood atop the ruined Nova headquarters, the Power Stone gleaming in his palm.
Cybertron was rising.
And now, with the Power Stone in his grasp, he was ready for the next step.
> "Tarn. Soundwave. Begin construction of a Space Bridge. We are expanding Cybertron's reach across the stars."
His conquest was only beginning.
Next Target: The Vaults of Asgard.