A Native Meeting a Native
Alvin floated in midair. Carefully maneuvering War God 4, he drifted over to where Ronan's corpse lay and searched it briefly. Then he shook his head helplessly, pressed his Communicator, and said, "Guys, this is a trap!
Any good ideas about our current situation?"
Rocket Raccoon said urgently, "Don't touch anything here...
If you really can't help yourself, I suggest we take out the scumbag who led us into this trap first!"
Alvin glanced at Carol. The woman in the red-and-blue Uniform looked cocky as she floated in midair, searching the area...
She'd clearly heard the conversation over Alvin's Communicator...
She carefully used the energy around her to gently feel the golden barrier. Then she turned to Alvin and asked, "Who are you?"
Looking at the composed Carol, Alvin pressed his Communicator and said, "Guys, this trap might not be meant for us...
Can you find a way through to me?
We need to figure out how to get out of here together. I'm really not used to being somewhere that could blow up at any moment!"
Peter Quill shouted into the Communicator in a panic. "'Blow up'?
You might have misunderstood. It's not just going to 'blow up.' It's going to blow up BIG BIG BIG...
The energy Bombs here could kill every living thing in this part of the Universe...
Ronan's a complete Madman!
He's not even sparing his own fleet!
Is he really doing all this just to deal with nobodies like us?"
Rocket Raccoon had clearly taken a close look at how the energy Bombs were arranged. He said helplessly over the Communicator, "Quill's right...
Ronan used an energy Battery I've never seen before to form an Energy Matrix. The detonator's right at its core, and there's no way to remove