After a fairly pleasant meal, Alvin had made some initial connections with the crew who called themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy.
Maybe it was because they were in space, but Alvin found himself needing to keep busy to ease his anxiety.
Space travel—especially aboard Peter Quill's little ship—wasn't nearly as enjoyable as people imagined.
It was cramped and oppressive. Worst of all, there was always a strange smell...
And the anxiety of not knowing where he was had been bothering Alvin the whole time...
Using distant stars as reference points to calculate their course and speed was a little too difficult for Alvin.
Apart from the initial acceleration, he couldn't even feel the ship moving.
Rocket Raccoon, however, told Alvin that they were constantly accelerating...
They didn't need tremendous thrust. In space, once you reached the third cosmic velocity and escaped a planet's gravitational pull, you could keep accelerating as long as the engines kept running, all while counteracting the gravitational pull of celestial bodies.
In theory, that acceleration could continue until they reached some fantastical speed...
Alvin wasn't particularly interested in learning what that was...
But for Alvin, who was feeling uncomfortable, improving his living conditions and making himself a relatively comfortable place to stay for the foreseeable future was very important.
After a full 12 hours of work...
Alvin had not only tidied up the entire cabin, but had even cleaned the ship's ventilation system and sprayed a generous amount of air freshener.
He had the Corpse-Eater Vine act as a cleaner, devouring every nasty thing aboard the ship that might be giving off a bad smell.
At last, Alvin had managed to make a tiny cabin where he could sleep...
Peter Quill watched Alvin, wearing an apron, use a terrifying Biological Weapon to clean the ship's