"Shut your mouth. No one will think you're mute if you don't speak." The Other, fiercely loyal to Beckett, shot Astra a vicious glare as he sighed over an empty bottle.
Though he, too, had considered advising Beckett to abandon this mission. Judging from what Woz had projected, the Kree Empire and Skrull Empire had dispatched no small number of warships.
The Other even worried that, in a fit of rage, the two empires might join forces and destroy N52 Planet outright. After all, according to Woz's earlier scans, the planet was not resource-rich and did not even possess a basic Planetary Defense System.
"The Kree Empire and Skrull Empire fleets came because of you?" Diana finally caught her breath when Beckett released her chin and began gesturing continuously across the light screen. At Astra's words, surprise flashed through her eyes.
"Did you dig up the Kree ancestors' graves?"
"Fuck you." Astra flung the empty bottle in his hand straight at Diana's face.
"I'm a bona fide Kree! If anyone's digging up graves, it should be those damned Skrulls' ancestral graves!"
Perhaps because Astra had looked so utterly helpless when Beckett beat him, he felt little reverence for the renowned Pirate Queen. He even carried the delusion that I could do it too.
"Woz, still can't you plot a new route?" Ignoring the commotion on Astra's side, Beckett kept pulling and dragging the light screen with both hands, simulating again and again the outcome of taking Astra through a spatial jump back to the Dark Order.
Every result was a failure.
In Woz's projections, not one out of a thousand outcomes succeeded. Astra was either shot dead by the Kree or killed by the Skrulls. In short, Astra always died.
Compared to the firepower of interstellar warships, Astra was simply