While Star-Lord waited for Kraft on Contraxia, Kraft returned to the Crossbone Vanguard through the Portal on Planet Arale.
"Angela, let's make a trip to Contraxia."
Unless something unusual happened, Angela never eavesdropped on Kraft's communications, so she had no idea he was going there to pick someone up. As a result, her response sounded rather strange when Kraft told her their destination.
"Um, well... why are you telling me you're going to Contraxia, big brother? You could just sneak off there on your own..."
Kraft looked at Angela on the screen in bewilderment. Gone was her commanding presence as the pirate Red Queen; she was now fidgeting shyly, a blush spreading across her little face. He had no idea what she was so embarrassed about.
"So what's wrong with going to Contraxia?"
"You don't know, big brother?"
Seeing Kraft's utterly confused expression, Angela realized she might have misunderstood something.
"Know what?"
Kraft was even more baffled.
"Contraxia is a famous 'nightclub' in space... you know, the kind Uncle Martin always goes to..."
Angela answered from the screen, her little face bright red.
"...Fuck!"
Speechless, Kraft slapped his forehead and hurriedly explained to Angela, "I'm going there to pick up Peter Quill. He said he wanted to visit our base."
He really couldn't understand it. Why did these adults spend all day thinking about going to nightclubs? Women were nowhere near as interesting as robots.
But when he thought back to the traces of a certain bodily fluid he had detected all over Star-Lord's ship while repairing the Milano, it wasn't really surprising that the man was on Contraxia.
"I-is that so... I'll go get the ship ready!"
Angela covered her bright red face in embarrassment and vanished from the screen in a flash.
The Crossbone Vanguard was still quite