"Those damn Kree! Why did they suddenly attack us?"
"How the hell would I know? Those bastards didn't even send a communication. They started firing the moment they appeared."
"Get me their commander! I want to know what the hell is going on!"
"Sorry, Yondu. The Kree have shut down the public communication channel. We can't contact them at all. At this rate, we won't last much longer."
"Bastards!"
Without a doubt, Ronan the Accuser's sudden attack caught Yondu and his Ravagers completely off guard.
Although they were relatively well-equipped, there was still a significant gap between them and the Kree's large warships.
The Dark Aster in particular had been designed along the lines of an aircraft carrier, with countless small Fighter Jets stored inside it.
Once all of them were deployed, even an advanced space civilization like Xandar would have a hard time dealing with them, let alone a mere group of Ravagers.
Not long after the battle began, Yondu and his men had already suffered heavy losses.
Ronan the Accuser had also lost quite a few Fighter Jets, but against such an overwhelming numerical advantage, those losses were nothing.
Just as the power balance between the two sides began to shift decisively, Rocket finally completed his last Space Leap in his beloved ship and appeared in space not far from the main battlefield.
Staring at the fierce battle ahead, he widened his eyes and asked, "What happened? How did the Kree end up fighting the Ravagers?"
"No idea. But I do know that if they keep fighting like this, our bounty is going down the drain." Allen shrugged.
After all, even an outsider like him could see how disadvantaged Yondu's Ravagers were.
"You mean we help the Ravagers fight the Kree?" Rocket Raccoon's eyes gleamed with eagerness.