Xandar, Nova Corps Headquarters.
Roman strode forward in a blue uniform, three points of light glowing on his chest. They were the Nova Corps' rank insignia, signifying that he was a Centurion.
As one of the few neutral forces in the universe that maintained order, the Nova Corps had a clearly defined hierarchy. From newly graduated rookies and first-level Nova soldiers to fourth-level Centurions, each rank possessed different authority. At the top stood Nova Prime.
Ever since becoming a Centurion and no longer needing to fight Space Pirates and mercenaries, Roman's once-powerful physique had gradually grown bloated.
He touched his increasingly endangered hairline and could not help missing the days when he had been a Nova soldier.
After entering the headquarters' high-level conference room, Roman adjusted his uniform and prepared to meet Nova Prime.
In the spacious hall, Nova Prime was holding a video conference with the Kree Empire's Supreme Public Official. A clear projection floated in the air, displaying a blue head painted with black vertical stripes.
Roman stopped in his tracks. As one of the Nova Corps' elite upper ranks, he naturally knew about the increasingly violent conflict between Xandar and the Kree Empire.
That madman, Ronan the Accuser, had gathered the empire's pro-war warlords and launched a massive military coup, intending to overthrow the Supreme Intelligence's rule.
The Kree Empire had originally signed a peace agreement with Xandar. Both sides had ceased hostilities, and their fleets had begun withdrawing one after another.
However, under pressure from the empire's internal calls for war and the warlord faction led by Ronan the Accuser, the Kree Empress had no choice but to unilaterally tear up the peace agreement, hoping to ease the fierce domestic tensions.
"The Kree Empire's fleet landed on four of Xandar's resource planets yesterday, destroying thirteen outposts