❝ What's left to lose?
What's won is won
But it can always be undone ❞
Doctor Stephen Strange saw fourteen million six hundred and five possible futures. They lose. They fail. Thanos wins and half of the population is gone. Out of all the possible f...
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"THIS IS THE ASGARDIAN REFUGEE VESSEL STATESMAN. We are under assault. I repeat, we are under assault. The engines are dead, life support failing. Requesting aid from any vessel within range. We are 22 jump points out of Asgard. Our crew is made up of Asgardian families! We have very few soldiers here! This is not a war craft. I repeat, this is not a war craft."
Sybbyl Torunndottir quickly made her way to the room where the Asgardian man is speaking over the radio. He's leaving a distress call where hopefully someone out there will hear it and help them. Hopefully before they're all killed. But Sybbyl won't let that happen. Enough Asgardian blood has been spilled. First, it was that whole ordeal with Hela and just moments after they kill her and leave their destroyed planet, they're attacked by none other than Thanos and the Black Order.
These past couple of days haven't been the best.
"Come on!" Sybbyl called out for the man in the room. He turned to face her and then turned back again to tell the people hiding in there to come out and follow him. Two families came from hiding and Sybbyl checked her surroundings.
The ship is destroyed, inside and out. Fire is happening in some parts of the ship but they're small and controlled. Bodies laid on the floor where Thanos and the Black Order killed innocent and defenseless Asgardians. They're not soldiers. They're families. Families who up to a couple of days ago had a perfectly happy life on Asgard. Sure, Loki was impersonating Odin and Thor was off somewhere, but they were happy, they were safe. Now they're scared, and injured and homeless. Their home was destroyed and now they must make new lives on Earth. If they're even lucky enough to escape.
"Everyone stay close to me." Sybbyl instructed the families as she adjusted her grip on her bow and arrow. She raised it slightly before her and took the path she used to get to that part of the ship.
She heard whimpers and screams. Her blood boiled at the sound of her people suffering. She's an Asgardian warrior, her duty is to protect the people of Asgard and she can't do that right now, not without putting others at risk, not without the help of more soldiers. It's like the distress call says, there are very few soldiers there and a lot of families to protect.
Sybbyl tried not to wince when she felt pain on her side. Earlier she was stabbed by Hela on the left side of her abdomen and on her leg. She bandaged the wounds but they're fresh, blood slowly trickling out of the wounds. She carefully walked around the fallen and she heard the gasps and whimpers of the families behind her. It's a horrible sight but there's no other way to the evacuation ship at the back of the ship.
"Stay with me" she called over her shoulder once she noticed they're staying behind. They picked up the pace but slowed down when Sybbyl came to a stop at a corner. She pressed her back against the wall, poked her head out and when she saw it's clear, she looked back over at the people and motioned them to follow her. She still kept her weapons drawn so when she heard approaching footsteps, she swiftly turned right and raised the bow and arrow.
