After dropping that shocking statement, Ayesha vanished before their eyes, boarded her ship, and set course back to Sovereign.
She left behind a _very_ confused Guardians of the Galaxy—along with two _very_ jealous women.
"W-Wait... wait a minute!"
Quill furrowed his brows as he slowly stepped out.
"So... what the High Priestess meant was—she _likes_ Emperor?"
Rocket let out a sigh of relief.
For a moment, he _really_ thought Ayesha was going to drag him back to Sovereign and put him on trial for stealing.
But it turned out, that _wasn't_ the case.
"What's so surprising about that?"
Rocket smirked.
"Even the Goddess of Death, _Hela_, basically offered Asgard as a dowry to Emperor. Speaking of which..."
His mischievous little mind started working.
Leaping onto the table, Rocket shot a sly grin at Alan, who had just taken off his armor.
"If _both_ Asgard's treasure vault _and_ Sovereign's batteries belong to you... does that mean I can just take whatever I want?"
Asgard was _full_ of ancient weapons, all ridiculously powerful.
Rocket was already imagining how he could modify them to be _even better_.
"D-Dowry?!"
Alan broke into a cold sweat.
Was this _damn raccoon_ trying to _sell_ him off?
How the _hell_ did he suddenly become Ayesha's chosen one?
And—becoming Sovereign's _king_?!
Absolutely _not_!
If he _had_ to choose, he'd _definitely_ pick Hela over Ayesha.
At least _she_ looked like a human.
With Ayesha, he'd have to sleep next to a _golden, glowing_ person every night.
How was he _ever_ supposed to fall asleep like that?!
And what if the sun was shining directly on them?
He'd be _blinded_ for sure!
"What? You don't like the idea?"
Rocket tilted his head.
He thought his logic was _flawless_—after all, Alan would be securing _two_ thrones at once.
"Of course not."
Alan sighed.
Living with these _idiots_ meant _never_ having a peaceful day.
"It's boring here on Earth."
Nebula suddenly spoke up.
She was a space pirate before joining the Guardians, and honestly, she was _itching_ to get back into action.
Drax nodded in agreement.
He was _much_ more suited to roaming the vast universe than staying in one place.
"You guys want to head back to the galaxy first?" Alan asked, looking at Quill and the others.
"I can't leave just yet—there are still things I need to take care of."
He still needed to introduce Scott to Stark and confirm that he had _successfully_ completed his mission.
Until then, he _couldn't_ leave Earth.
—
Meanwhile, aboard her ship, Ayesha sat on her throne, deep in thought about Alan's words.
It seemed she needed to recruit _more_ warriors.
She would also have to prepare _additional_ combat drones—just in case they really did have to _face off_ against Thanos.
"High Priestess... you don't really believe Emperor, do you?"
One of her attendants hesitated before voicing her doubt.
"Could he have just been making up that story to _get rid of us_?"
She found it _hard_ to believe that Thanos would _dare_ to mess with the Sovereign.
Did he _really_ want to make an enemy out of their entire race?
"No..."
Ayesha shook her head.
"Emperor has _no_ reason to deceive us."
His rejection had been _clear_ and _direct_—there was no attempt at using _grand, flowery words_ to smooth things over.
"Thanos' reputation in the galaxy is _well-known_—he's a complete _lunatic_."
Ayesha had _never_ liked Thanos.
All for the sake of his so-called "vision," he was willing to _wipe out_ entire populations, claiming it would bring "balance" to the universe.
She _despised_ such methods.
Alan's warning made sense.
It was _better_ to be prepared.
If they took _precautions now_, they wouldn't have to fear Sovereign being _destroyed_ in the future.
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