The spaceship's control stick shook like a sieve. Even gripping it with both hands, Yondu was being jolted violently, while the seat beneath him made a rapid woodpecker-like "rat-tat-tat" sound.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans slid down his blue scalp, but he had no time to wipe them away. His eyes had to keep searching through the complicated surroundings as he maneuvered the ship, trying to find a safe descent route and avoid the various debris now flying everywhere.
Yes, the ship had energy shields, but shields had a limit. If they got hit by some giant iceberg blasted into space, no shield would save them.
Interstellar pilots were a very special sort of people. They might not have strong individual combat abilities, but they could fly a spaceship around lasers.
The current environment was complicated, but compared to a real space battle, the burning rocks flung into space by the planetary collision had not yet reached light speed.
So although the descent was harrowing, under an old captain like Yondu, the Guardians of the Galaxy reached the planet's surface without incident. It was just that, due to the violent geological changes, conditions outside the ship were not suitable for disembarking yet.
"I watched a movie when I went back to Earth this time. It was called The Day After Tomorrow." Star-Lord stuffed a piece of gum into his mouth and took off his headphones. "What it looks like outside now kind of reminds me of that."
They had landed on the middle planet of the Triple Star System, like the tomato sandwiched between two slices of bread. Perhaps the temporary failure of the atmosphere had caused the planet's temperature to plummet, freezing the tsunami that had occurred at the same time. What they saw now was a