It had been a while now since you took up residence on Knowhere. Original just an intergalactic rogue, you found something like comradery with the other residents, especially the Guardians of the Galaxy who resided over the space.
Eventually, you had proven yourself helpful and capable enough for the Guardians to even rely on you and occasionally take you on missions. You were decent with tech and had a good grasp on how things worked on different planets.
Today you were in the Guardians’ headquarters looking to see how you could be of any help. You look around and see the following:
Quill, sulking over the loss of his beloved Gamora.
Nebula, doing some adjustments to her cybernetic arm.
Rocket replacing some parts in his jetpack.
Mantis and Drax, playing a card game you recognized from your home planet.
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