Star-Lord's plan was sound. If they captured someone alive, they might be able to extract some intel, and the cameras could get a good look at the enemy too.
Based on his guess, the enemy would definitely have been designed by Deathstroke to look hideously grotesque, the kind that made people feel physically sick at first glance. Wouldn't a few close-ups make the film even more horrifying?
But he had only been half right. The enemy was indeed terrifying, but leaving any of them alive would be difficult.
Because what came swooping toward them was a squad of monsters that looked like Undead Creatures. They seemed dead to begin with.
The monsters resembled skeletons. Their bodies were somewhat like gorilla skeletons, except they had two extra bones protruding from their backs like chicken wings. Yet those wings allowed them to fly, and not slowly either.
The universe was vast and full of wonders. And considering that this was something Deathstroke and the Adjutant had cooked up, it made even more sense.
But what was with these flying skeletal gorillas carrying Plasma Cannons? The script had never said the enemy would be a combat species like this.
Before they could think further, those freakish things had already flown right up to them, their weapons beginning to charge.
"Damn it, forget the prisoners! Fire!"
Star-Lord switched his twin pistols to fire mode. He knew that fire was one of the best weapons against the undead. After all, the simplest symbol of positive energy in the universe was flame.
Come to think of it, the most valuable things he owned were probably those two pistols. They had been gifts from his father, and could switch between different elemental effects for different situations.
Against mechanical enemies, they could switch to electromagnetic mode. Against Carbon-based