"Alright Blink," I said, "take us to the Skrull homeworld."

"Uh, wait a second, Professor," Hudson said, raising his hand. "Don't you think we might need re-enforcements?"

"What, you think the Skrulls are going to be tougher than the demon hoards of hell?" asked Henchman.

"Well we didn't have to fight them, did we?" he answered. "We just zipped right into the throne room."

"We can do the same here with the Skrulls," threw in Dark Jedi Kriss. "How many troopers are they really going to have in their throne room? Those kinds of soldiers are usually cerimonial, unless there's real fear of a revolt or attack."

"Um, yeah," added Noah Bennet. "I'm with Hudson on this. Let's go back to Earth and call the Avengers or Dick Cheney or someone. Or how about the X-Men? Isn't this your gig?"

"Greatness is not born by shuffling our challenges off on others," I told the group. I looked at Blink and nodded.

In an instance we were standing before the Skrull Empress. 10 of her elite troopers standing at her side immediately sprang into action, extremely large rifles suddenly appearing in their hands. Their guns were pointing at us.

"Vaporize them, your Majesty?" one growled to the Empress.

"Oh, game over man!!" wailed Hudson.

"We come in peace!" I shouted, raising my hands. "We're very sorry to interrupt you like this, your Highness. We're just looking for a friend of ours. Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator."

The Empress smiled. "Ah yes. Even now he prepares to battle my champion, the Super Skrull."

"What are you talking about?" Kriss asked.

"The Gladiator's prowess in personal combat is well known throughout the galaxy. We recently aquired him so that our people could be provided with entertaining sport. They have so little since Galactus ate our homeworld."

"You got Jon from Mephisto so that he have a boxing match with your boy?" asked Henchman in disbelief.

"Oh this is no little spar," the Empress purred. "This is a fight to the death."