Chapter 2: Age of Inhumans
"I'm pretty well-armed," said Blackeye. This wasn't a great situation-- they were supposed to help the resistance, but what if the Shi'Ar were going to just wipe out the planet? He could talk to them, of course. He knew their language; that might help. But they'd been sent here on the assumption that they could help, somehow, and just a few more people that could fight wasn't going to be much...
Oh. Oh, yes. There was one thing he could do, and it might be key.
"Hey, I can do more with the tech," he said. "I can take control of technology I'm touching. I can fix alien tech, too-- I know how to fix or control Shi'Ar stuff. I could probably do the same thing to Inhuman tech, but I've never tried. I can handle lots of other tech, too-- Skrull, Badoon, Kree, whatever. Tony, no offense, but your stuff wouldn't be a problem at all. I'm a good space pilot; I could get to an ship or whatever if I can get a fighter or something to get close, and then start to reprogram it. If the Shi'Ar turn hostile, I can do something about it. So, what have we got that I can work with?"