Kontraxia was a barren planet locked in eternal winter, and one of the Ravagers' favorite places to visit.
It lay far beyond the reach of the major powers in the universe.
No matter how many bounties had been placed on their heads elsewhere, they could come here and drink themselves into a stupor like ordinary people, indulging all manner of physical and psychological desires.
Most importantly, Kontraxia was one of the few planets where the Ravagers could resupply. It was also a place rife with smuggling and black markets.
Whether they were fencing stolen goods or buying necessities, this was the best choice for those who lived on the fringes of the gray zone.
As one of the Ravagers' many factions, Yondu brought his crew here every so often to unwind, sell their spoils, replenish supplies, and gather the latest information.
For Ravagers, a piece of gossip could often bring in a considerable profit.
"Hey! Yondu! Long time no see! How have you been lately?" the leader of another Ravager gang called out, raising his glass.
"Hahahaha! Not bad! You know, I recently made a small fortune." Yondu laughed and raised his glass in response.
"Oh? Don't tell me you were the one who raided that Kree transport ship?" the other Ravager leader asked in surprise.
Yondu nodded proudly. "That's right! We did it! Those Kree were unbelievably stupid. They sent only two light cruisers to escort so many supplies. I took them all in a single assault. With this money, I'm planning to give my ship a proper upgrade."
Upon hearing this, the leader of the other Ravager gang immediately revealed an expression of envy, jealousy, and resentment. "Damn it! You really stepped in shit and got lucky. But the lack of escorts wasn't because the Kree were stupid.