<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/40500000/rs-634x1024-151228150233-eva-marie-6-1-eva-marie-40584238-634-1024.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Thundra<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Femizon Warrior Clothing (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e5/50/98/e55098d2d3d2ecc8d421a14acc3d540e.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Equinox -> Kree Space<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>A mild disagreement in the Mess Hall<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Star Lord, Open<br/><hr/>Thundra sat poised at the table across from Peter as he nonchalantly listened to his helmeted music, eyes glued to the holographic computer screen before her eyes. With his head bobbing and toes air-tapping on the table to the beat, he was hardly noticeable at the moment. She had traveled back in time from her world to this one, seeking DNA from a male befitting her race, gender, and great nation, to mix with her own advanced genetic code and produce the next generations of daughters. She had heard and done research to find a few very acceptable prospects in this dimension, The Thing of the Fantastic Four being one....The Hulk being another; could one just imagine the daughter she would give birth to with just a swipe of their coding? But of course, plans changed upon entering and finding out these ones had either perished or vanished, and now....with a few hiccups in the road on the way....she found herself on the newest group of Protectors of the World and a new organization that continued the Avengers legacy.<br/><br/>She still had a goal, however, to bring back the absolute best she could find. Bah! “The Best” this world had to offer of the Male Gender was pathetic! Wasteful! Hardly worth her time and attention! And the women....goddess above, how could they stand for this? How has there -not- been a rebellion already? The beginnings of what led to her own great world?? What were the women waiting for!? It made the red headed woman clench her fists as she scanned news article after news article after news article exposing the patriarchal corruption of the world and its effect.<br/><br/>“Look at this!” She hissed, pointing to the letters on the holographic screen hovering as Peter continued to listen to his music. She could vaguely hear the beat of the blues through his helmet but she knew he could hear her as well. “‘<em>Saudi Arabian Woman Life Imprisoned For Leaving House without Husband and Being Raped’,</em>or this one: ‘<em>FGM on the Rise in Sub-Saharan Africa’</em>.” She flipped through more articles with her fingertip, her golden eyes raging as she read of the treatment of women throughout the world. “In parts of Indonesia they make women stay in a hut outside the house when they menstruate. They are actually made to eat, and sleep outside like some dog for a whole week each month....and here! Look at this bullshit!” Thundra landed on an article from Georgia. ”This woman shot her son’s rapist and got a longer sentence than -him-! UGH!” The powerful woman swiped her hand so hard through the holographic screen it fizzled and disconnected, going offline and closing back down into the table where she sat. ”Historical targeting, abuse, witch burnings, lashings for having hair uncovered, beaten for not submitting, thrown into asylums for so-called hysteria-“<br/><br/>With a surge, she stood up, the chair falling back behind her to the floor with a bang as she began to pace. Her towering form was already taller than anyone she had met thus far, but with her booted heels they added almost two inches to her height, making her a full 6’8” powerhouse of advanced, ruthless, feminine glory. Her skin was of bronzed cream, stretched tight over a body honed and bred for war. A thick crimson mane billowed behind her shoulders as she moved with aggression, the golden band at her forehead blinking under the lights. “Primary mission is still in tact....but secondary mission is to teach my sisters the way to their light. What madness has wrought this world!? Is this where we hail from? Such broken corruption ruled by the weakest of us!? Where women are treated as chattel as their patriarchal overlords fatten themselves on the subjugation of the very ones who gave birth to them? Carried them in the ocean of their womb, pushed them into life with their very essence still on their tongue, and they grow up to become<em>this??</em>”<br/><br/>She thrust her hand seemingly back towards Quill, but it was really towards where the hologram had been displayed. It was at this time when the man spoke up with great frustrated disdain in his voice, tossing aside her tormented anxiety over the plight of her sex and calling her “boring”, and “fascist”. His disregard for her words, overt dismissal, and focus on her body and outfit was exactly proving her point, and with a roar of righteous indignation, speeding around the table far faster than he could possibly see, Thundra grabbed the smaller man by the front lapels of his shirt in a mighty right fist and bodily lifted him from the chair and high into the air with ease.<br/><br/>The woman’s bicep flexed thickly, hefting Peter just over four feet into the air, her teeth gritting as she was clearly going to educate this simpleton on factual female domination and how his little person was about to get a firsthand, merciless taste of it, but that was when Peter lifted his own weapon into the fray, aiming the barrel of some gun under her chin.<br/><br/>They were about to fight.<em>Hard</em>. When suddenly—<br/><br/>"<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">My War Brothers and Sister, we have arrived at the agreed Local!"</span></em><br/><br/>Thundra paused, her eyes like molten amber as she hissed with a gruff nature, tossing Peter to the side to collide back into the chair he had been sitting it.<br/><br/>“Saved by the bell, Twinkle Boy.” Star Lord? Not in her eyes. And with that she stepped over him. “Get your ass up,” she sneered down at him. “Can’t be late on our first day....”