Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy

So, where the flarg do we go now?

Apparently nowhere, Rocket. Quill's Boom Box suddenly stopped

giving us new coordinates, so...

So what, Gamora? This whole Cosmic Seed trail has been nothing but

a wild-goose chase?

I do not recall chasing any wild geese.

But I believe we should go after Thanos

- so I may exact my revenge. - "So I may exact my revenge,"

Blah, blah, blah. Tell me something I ain't heard a billion times before.

What we should do is go after a bounty to make some units. Huh?

I am Groot.

No. We should follow the one clue we have left.

This Spartax symbol on the CryptoCube.

Ah, good idea, Gammy.

Plenty of rich suckers on Spartax for the taking.

Then it's settled. Set course for Spar...

What are you doing, Quill?

Spartax is the last place I wanna go right now.

It's personal.

So is my revenge.

Let me at those controls.

- We're going to Spartax. - No, we aren't.

Thanos must pay!

Not before we get paid!

Aah! You ain't the boss of me, Quill.

- Just 'cause you're bigger than me. - I'm the boss of this ship,

and I'm setting course for anywhere but Spartax.

- I am Groot. - Huh?

Nice. No new coordinates, but at least we got an energy signal to follow...

To not-Spartax.

Wake up, Quill.

Ugh! We're here.

- Where? - Planet Retsemaw.

The energy signal on your CryptoCube

is originating from somewhere down there.

I'm locking in on the coordinates now.

Cool. Cosmic Seed, here we come.

I am Groot.

Okay, Boom Box, show us the way.

So, your map thingy is now suddenly a compass thingy?

I am Groot.

This temple is Asgardian.

- Quill, you might want to see this. - Huh?

"In honor of the truce between Asgard and... Spartax"?

Ah. Yet another connection.

We really should be going to Spartax,

despite your personal issues.

You're gonna have some personal issues

if you say "Spartax" one more... Huh? - Oh, Quill.

Your Boom Box seems to like this statue.

Me? I don't know much about art,

but that chest plate looks like it'll fetch some units.

Rocket, wait. That's Loki,

the Asgardian Prince of Mischief.

You do not wanna get on his bad side.

You Guardians do have a nasty habit of getting on people's bad sides.

But don't worry.

The Black Order will put an end to that habit.

Permanently.

Uh...

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Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy 1x13 "Stuck in the Metal with You"

Hey. Wow, you Black Order guys

aren't still mad about us turning you over to the Nova Corps, are ya?

Of course not, Quill.

I'm still mad about you taking me out on one date,

making me pay, and never calling!

How did you find us here?

Thanos has spies everywhere.

He will not have them here for much longer!

I am Groot!

Would you all shut your yaps and get behind me

so's I can disable their weapons with an EMP blast?

Huh?

Ah!

Aah!

You told me you were a galactic emperor.

You were gonna name a planet after me.

I was, Supergiant, but I couldn't find one big enough.

Aw, come on. How could you pass up a setup like that?

I am Groo-oo-oo...

That's all of them, Corvus. Not quite.

Nowhere to run, puny one.

Krutack.

Whoa. Whoa!

Black Order, attack!

Well, that's something.

What else can you do?

Who's puny now?

That's right.

Large and in charge!

Rocket! They've had enough.

Eh? Eh. Don't know what came over me.

I do. That suit you're wearing is the Asgardian Destroyer Armor.

Something way too powerful for us to be messing with.

We need to return it to the Asgardians.

Aww. But it's so comfortable.

Dude, take it off.

You're not the boss of me, Quill.

I am Groot.

Fine.

What do you wanna do about this evil mime troupe?

Uh, we'll leave a little present for Nova Corps.

Groot, will you tie them up with a pretty bow?

When we get to Knowhere,

we'll take the Destroyer Armor to the Broker.

He'll know how to get it back to the Asgardians.

I am the Destroyer.

There can be only one!

You guys messing with the armor?

No!

The Boom Box must've absorbed

the residual Cosmic Seed energy from the armor.

Ah, but it still isn't giving us any new coordinates.

- So, we go to Spartax? - Unless...

Unless maybe we can learn something from the armor itself.

Ah, now you're talking my language.

I wouldn't mind figuring out what makes this thing tick.

Uh, Rocket, why are you looking at me

like an engine you're about to pull apart?

Hey! Hold still.

This won't hurt... Much.

Let me establish a remote link.

I'm a genius.

Eh, it ain't like any kind of tech I've ever seen.

But if it interfaces with brainwaves...

I gotta put the suit on again.

I am Groot.

Come on. I'll be fine this time.

I'm in fixin' mode, not fightin' mode.

Just gonna open up a connection to your helmet here, and...

Whoa. Oh.

I think I'm seeing what the armor's seen.

Hey, who's that guy with the CryptoCube?

Wait. Is that the Cosmic Seed?

Ah!

You should not be wearing that so-called Destroyer Armor.

You ain't the boss of me, neither.

I have nothing to prove by fighting an empty metal shell.

I am the true Destroyer.

Oh, yeah? Destroy this!

- I am Groot. - Guys, let's calm...

- What's going on down there? - Nothing!

Rocket, fixing mode, now!

Huh? Eh...

Sorry. My bad.

Approaching Knowhere.

And not a moment too soon.

But we can't give it to the Broker yet. We need to examine it more.

I am Groot.

Ha! Not even close.

It says he'll be back in an hour.

So, no point in all of us cooling our heels here.

We'll meet you back at Starlin's Tavern after we give this to the Brok...

Nice try, but we're not letting you two out of our sight with this.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Man, all this adventurin' sure works up an appetite.

Classy as always, Rock-ette.

Friend of yours?

If by "friend," you mean guy I've been needing

to kick the livin' krutack outta for a long time, then yes.

Come on. Just one minute in that armor...

No! Mmm!

Hey, Rocky Rat, can you scamper over

and pick up my scraps like the good old days?

I got this.

Okay.

What say we all just chill out and enjoy our...

Not the face!

I'm sorry.

Did you say something about scraps, Dag?