Xandar was a highly developed planet.
It housed an interstellar federation formed by numerous races.
Its currency was accepted on many other planets, making it a major hub of trade and technology.
The Silver Hand 2017 descended from the sky.
There were landing pads here specifically for welcoming visitors from other worlds.
To John, this place was essentially a more developed United States.
Multiple races lived here, but the people of Xandar still held the real power.
They had fleets of warships capable of interstellar combat and the confidence to engage with the wider universe.
As an open planet, it had achieved its prosperity by integrating technologies from many outside sources.
It could be considered an all-around upgraded United States. Its only shortcoming was its lack of powerful individual fighters.
Though the state possessed considerable military strength and fleets, it still fell short against the one-person armies of the Super Heroic Age.
Over the course of its development, Xandar had suffered invasions, relying on unity to repel foreign enemies time and again.
Nor could it produce anyone capable of wielding the Power Stone, which was why the Guardians of the Galaxy had chosen to leave it here.
John's ship carried a large quantity of supplies, something Xandar's merchants welcomed.
A blue-skinned man greeted John enthusiastically.
"Welcome, visitor from afar. I hope you've brought treasures tempting enough to excite us."
He was very welcoming toward John. These offworlders always brought things that caught the locals' eyes.
Xandar was more like a massive trading post, where sufficient profits enticed visitors from foreign lands to stay.
The blue-skinned man rubbed his hands together, smiling, but when Paluru emerged from the ship, he recoiled in fright.
"Watch the ship," John told Paluru.
"Don't let Aurelion run around."
"Yes, my master."
Paluru nodded respectfully, and