Xandar, homeworld of the Nova Corps, a planet that looked wonderfully free and beautiful—so free and beautiful it was practically on the verge of national collapse.
Evenson's group had only just arrived on this new planet. According to the tracker's intel, that idiot who had cut Ronan off, the one who could sing, dance, rap, and awkwardly dance, had taken the Power Stone because of a transaction. The other party in that secret deal was a merchant called the Broker, who was on Xandar.
The Nova Corps really did know how to harbor filth. Upon hearing this, Ronan first reflexively voiced his disgust for Xandar before beginning his analysis.
Broker. Just from the name, it was obvious he was merely a middleman profiting from the price difference. So who was the true buyer behind him?
As an outstanding strategist, Ronan usually considered the worst-case scenario first. Coupled with his strong personal feelings, he believed there was a good chance the Nova Corps was behind this.
Recently, the Kree Empire had shamelessly signed a peace treaty, giving the Nova Corps a brief chance to catch its breath. That gave them spare energy to focus on other matters, and they had finally discovered the secret of the Power Stone.
So, in order to turn the tide and resist the Kree Empire's oppression, they wanted that treasure. But they did not dare search for it openly, so they secretly hired scavengers to do their dirty work.
Yes, such sneaky, petty tactics certainly fit Xandar's usual style. Ronan thought his analysis made perfect sense!
And even if that was not the case, with the Power Stone appearing on Xandar, there was no guarantee the Nova Corps would not discover it and take it for themselves.
And then what? Another glowing woman would fly in