After capturing Gamora, Kraft propped up his chin, unsure what to do with his prisoner.
Unlike Riot, Gamora's species had nothing particularly worth studying beyond being a little stronger physically and having greener skin.
Although she showed some signs of modification, Kraft had never been particularly interested in that field. Besides, the dreams contained plenty of knowledge about human modification, so he had no need for it.
"Guess I should just kill her."
She had come aboard the Crossbone Vanguard to rob him, and Kraft wasn't kind enough to let her go. He drew his Bang-Bang Gun and aimed it at Gamora's head.
"Hold on, buddy!"
Peter Quill, who had a soft spot for pretty women, suddenly jumped in to stop him.
"You're just going to kill her like that?"
Normally, even if Peter Quill was completely blinded by lust, he wouldn't do something as stupid as pleading for an enemy. For some reason, however, he found this green-skinned girl particularly appealing, so he couldn't help stepping in on her behalf.
But Kraft glanced at him and sneered coldly. "The only reason I'm not holding you responsible for bringing her here is the Orb and the fact that we're both from Earth. I'd advise you not to push your luck."
"Hey, hey, hey, I only dared bring her here because I had faith in your abilities."
Peter Quill shamelessly offered an ingratiating smile, then tried a more roundabout approach.
"What I mean is, aren't you going to question her about her background? Someone with skills like hers probably isn't a nobody."
When Gamora had been fishing for information from Star-Lord earlier, she hadn't introduced herself. Star-Lord didn't usually pay much attention to women's names anyway. As long as he could sleep with them, their names didn't matter.
"Her skills are...