The Little Martian Who Regained Her Freedom
Robet fell silent as he looked at the collection and living beings inside the Collector's secret base. With Star-Lord proving so useless, Robet really could not think of any proper way to settle these lives. Of course, Star-Lord's inability to look after them was not entirely his fault.
The main reason was that the current Star-Lord was no longer wandering the universe alone. Even after only a few hurried meetings, Robet could tell that Star-Lord fit very well with Rocket Raccoon, Gamora, and the others. They seemed born to be a team.
But from the auras Rocket Raccoon and Gamora gave off, Robet could also tell that they were not exactly good people in the strictest sense. Even if they would not slaughter innocents, at most they counted as chaotic neutral types. Asking them to help look after these alien lives that might already be extinct was still a little too much to force on them.
As for bringing them back to Earth, that was even more impossible. The Avengers were not babysitters either, and if these alien lives were allowed to live freely on Earth, even if they did not cause a huge commotion, they would still attract the attention of people with ulterior motives.
Robet still did not know what races these aliens came from, or what abilities they possessed, but he felt it would be better if these potential troubles did not happen on Earth.
"Counting it up like this, I don't seem to have many choices, do I?" After thinking it over, Robet could not help muttering, "One is Xandar, and the other is Knowhere. Other than Star-Lord, those are the only two places I know..."
"If the Kree Empire's Large Magellanic Cloud hadn't been destroyed by my battle