The Nova Corps could arrive at any moment after receiving the alert. If they left too late, they could easily be trapped. Although Star-Lord's Milano was a good ship, against the Nova Corps' numerous warships, they would either have to surrender or risk being destroyed outright.
To avoid running into Nova Corps reinforcements on the way, Rocket Raccoon deliberately chose a direction away from Xandar. After flying far enough to make sure the Nova Corps could not catch up, he turned the ship around and headed toward the buyer of the Orb Gamora had told him about.
Meanwhile, after receiving word of the riot at Kyln Prison, Nova Corps headquarters on Xandar swiftly dispatched a fleet to provide support.
At the same time, however, in the space not far from Kyln Prison, a massive warship several times larger than the prison itself was also speeding in that direction!
After getting out of danger, Rocket Raccoon set the ship to autopilot, then went down the gangway into the lounge.
Everyone aboard was there. Having just gone through a perilous prison break, they had finally relaxed for real. No one was in the mood to chat, and each found a place to sit and rest or simply brood.
Star-Lord sat at the table, cradling a cup of hot water to ease the chill brought on by space travel.
Chen Mo and Groot sat casually, but Gamora and Drax seemed somewhat off.
Rocket Raccoon could not help glancing curiously at the grim-faced Gamora and Drax. He found one of them idly playing with an ornate double-bladed dagger, while the other kept drawing and sheathing the curved blade at his waist.
Sensing that neither of them was in the right mood, Rocket Raccoon did not go looking for trouble. His gaze swept over the