The Ravagers' warship gradually slowed, finally coming to a halt in space some distance from Xandar.
"Why have we stopped?"
Hermione lifted her gaze from the page and looked at Yondu.
Yondu forced a respectful smile and explained, "Ma'am, Xandar is just ahead. But we're Ravagers, and we're on every major empire's watch list. This ship is too conspicuous. If we get any closer, the Nova Corps will treat us as invaders and open fire."
There was a hint of excitement in his voice, as though he thought this might briefly free him from the clutches of the menace before him.
After all, if she didn't want to come under attack, they couldn't fly the warship in. She would have to go alone.
Save me, Nova Corps!
Hearing this, Hermione nodded thoughtfully.
True enough, one look at this hulking, ugly black warship told anyone it was up to no good. It practically screamed, "I'm here to rob you."
"I see." Hermione stood up. "All right, then. You're coming with me. We'll take my ship."
The smile on Yondu's face froze. "Huh? Ma'am, that's..."
"Is there a problem?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"No, no problem!" Yondu immediately changed his tune, though inwardly he was howling.
I'm done for. Out of the wolf's den and straight into the tiger's jaws.
He had hoped that once they reached Xandar, he could use the Nova Corps to escape this Witch. Now it seemed he not only hadn't escaped, but would have to march straight into Nova headquarters.
The two of them arrived at the warship's hangar.
As they passed the side of her ship, Hermione seemed to remember something. She briefly paused and glanced at the spot where debris had scraped away the paint earlier.
Yondu and the few Ravagers following her felt their