At the top level of the Tivan Group, Sean sat calmly in his seat. Across from him was the rather disheveled Taneleer Tivan, the famed Collector of the universe.
The chaos in Knowhere had already subsided. Under Sean's covert instructions, Ronan the Accuser's Necrofleet had withdrawn from the spaceport and was now cruising through the surrounding star systems.
With that, the armed forces that had united in resistance naturally had no reason to keep fighting. Once they confirmed that this was not some Kree conspiracy, they dispersed in groups.
Star-Lord, who had originally hoped to make a fortune, evaded Yondu's Ravagers and set off on the run again with Gamora. When Rocket Raccoon found Groot, the tree man who could only say one sentence was dragging the unconscious Drax out of a chemical pool.
This group, which had originally been meant to form the Guardians of the Galaxy and save Xandar, did not come together through twists of fate as they had in the original timeline, nor did they become the universe-famous dancing troupe of the future.
"Hello, esteemed Collector. I sincerely apologize for meeting you in such a crude manner."
Sean reclined on a comfortable semicircular sofa. Soft carpeting lay beneath his feet, and the bright lighting and lavish furnishings all exuded luxury.
This was the Tivan Group's private area, once belonging solely to Taneleer Tivan. Now, it had been openly claimed by this young man.
A blue-skinned bald woman stood behind the sofa. Judging by the extensive metal components covering her body, she had undergone multiple cybernetic modifications.
Taneleer Tivan knew her. Nebula, from the Rufulumonde civilization destroyed by the Planet Eater. Like Gamora, who had come to trade, she was also Thanos's adopted daughter.
It was said that she had endured the Mad Titan's brutal training from