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My fellow Americans and citizens of the world...
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"Yes, the military uniform works best," the wardrobe woman said and took one last look at Nick, nonplussed as he glared up at her. "Better than that scary S.H.I.E.L.D. black." She scuttled off and Nick settled himself in his chair, looking around at all the people crammed into his office. Camera people and military people and a few senators and the guy running the teleprompter he was supposed to read from. Nick Fury, man of the people, Director of
S.H.I.E.L.D., solver of crisis, addressing the world in a live satellite feed crossing millions of miles in milliseconds. Nick Fury's scarred and scowling face on screens all over the globe. Someone told him to smile. He grimaced. They began rolling the footage of the massacre in space. The cameraman counted down, transmission to begin in four-three-two-one-
"My fellow Americans," did the teleprompter really say that? Christ. Nick resisted the urge to roll his eye. "And citizens of the world. The disturbing images you have just seen are real. This transmission was received three days ago from the Horizon Satellite Space Station. Ten years ago, countries from all over the globe sent the Horizon up in a cooperative effort to garner knowledge and foster peaceable relations, to seek out new lives and new civilizations-" oh hell no, someone was getting shot for this, "and as a testament to the earth's tenacious spirit and will. These pioneers have been massacred, and now the world wants to know why."
Drivel over, Nick could finally get to the point, "To answer this question, the United Nations has decided to utilize S.H.I.E.L.D. As Director of the organization, I will head a task force to go up into space, to the Harmony, in search of answers and to combat this alien threat to the planet. I ask for the aid of the earth's meta-humans to accompany me on this mission, to surmount a danger beyond human capability. I hope that you will heed this call not just for the sake of humanity but for the sake of your home, this earth." Someone counted on their fingers. The camera went off and Nick heaved a sigh, buried his face in his hands. If it was up to him, he wouldn't have read what they scrolled in front of him. If it was up to him, Nick Fury would've announced to the world Motherfuckers, we are going hunting.
"Yes, the military uniform works best," the wardrobe woman said and took one last look at Nick, nonplussed as he glared up at her. "Better than that scary S.H.I.E.L.D. black." She scuttled off and Nick settled himself in his chair, looking around at all the people crammed into his office. Camera people and military people and a few senators and the guy running the teleprompter he was supposed to read from. Nick Fury, man of the people, Director of
S.H.I.E.L.D., solver of crisis, addressing the world in a live satellite feed crossing millions of miles in milliseconds. Nick Fury's scarred and scowling face on screens all over the globe. Someone told him to smile. He grimaced. They began rolling the footage of the massacre in space. The cameraman counted down, transmission to begin in four-three-two-one-
"My fellow Americans," did the teleprompter really say that? Christ. Nick resisted the urge to roll his eye. "And citizens of the world. The disturbing images you have just seen are real. This transmission was received three days ago from the Horizon Satellite Space Station. Ten years ago, countries from all over the globe sent the Horizon up in a cooperative effort to garner knowledge and foster peaceable relations, to seek out new lives and new civilizations-" oh hell no, someone was getting shot for this, "and as a testament to the earth's tenacious spirit and will. These pioneers have been massacred, and now the world wants to know why."
Drivel over, Nick could finally get to the point, "To answer this question, the United Nations has decided to utilize S.H.I.E.L.D. As Director of the organization, I will head a task force to go up into space, to the Harmony, in search of answers and to combat this alien threat to the planet. I ask for the aid of the earth's meta-humans to accompany me on this mission, to surmount a danger beyond human capability. I hope that you will heed this call not just for the sake of humanity but for the sake of your home, this earth." Someone counted on their fingers. The camera went off and Nick heaved a sigh, buried his face in his hands. If it was up to him, he wouldn't have read what they scrolled in front of him. If it was up to him, Nick Fury would've announced to the world Motherfuckers, we are going hunting.