Wasteland Universe

The former site of the planet Spartacus

In the asteroid belt of the ancient planet, an artificial satellite space station is slowly floating beyond Spartacus in a gravitational orbit.

The inner hall of the space station is very spacious, and the transparent glass can directly see the universe and planets outside, especially the planet that has been left with the church symbol, the hideous surface of the planet is extremely dazzling, and there is no trace of life here.

The sound of wine bottles crashing to the ground sounded, and not far away, a decadent figure staggered out of the bio-chamber, leaning against the wall and into the hall.

“ho shit”

It was a man who was already dying, and by his gray, dirty hair and beard, it was clear that he hadn't taken care of his appearance for a long time, but he was the only one, and it didn't matter.

The old man carried the wine bottle and drank the last sip of wine inside, and his eyes were a little confused and trance-like, and then he slowly focused on the surrounding environment.

"Damn, how long did I sleep?"

(Two months and three days, since you asked me to remove the clutch prompt)

The station's automated AI was quick to respond to his question, and the system here has an advanced discriminator.

Listening to the artificial intelligence's answer, the old man turned his head and opened the wine cabinet, and sure enough, there was nothing in it. "And did I tell you to keep me in cryosleep until the Moonlight Startroop arrives here?"

(Yes, you gave the order)

"So." The old man rubbed his temples, feeling the silence around him. "Are they coming?"

(None)

"Then why did you wake me up?"

(You have a task)

"What?!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and his cloudy brain didn't understand what this artificial intelligence was saying.

Just as he was about to curse and return to his sleeping pod, he turned around and suddenly saw several strangely shaped creatures standing behind him.

Led by an upright walking raccoon, he appears to be a biomodified product, most of his body parts have been replaced with mechanical ones, but his fur is a little wilted and looks a little old.

Behind him, three green-skinned humanoids, also very old, stood in the center a very strong man, his tough skin imprinted with a red pattern, and on either side of him, stood two women, one of whom had a pair of antennae on top of his head.

"Oh my God!"

The raccoon looked at the old man and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Quill, I know you're old, but I didn't expect you to look like a facehugger now!"

When the old man heard this voice, his mind suddenly crashed, he looked at these people in disbelief, and never dreamed that he would one day be approached by these old friends.

"Peter Quayle, don't you recognize us, Star-Lord?"

One of the women took two steps forward and came to the old man.

"It's time to act and save the universe!"

The woman's soft shout woke up the old man, and at this moment, dusty memories came to his heart.

Countless indescribable emotions flooded his mind, and he remembered that he was the former captain of the great Guardians of the Galaxy and Star-Lord who saved the galaxy from danger several times.

Merely.

Quill hugged his head and closed his eyes in pain.

In the darkness, countless images flashed in his mind, he saw that he had quit the Guardians of the Galaxy and returned to his home planet Spartacus, and he saw that he had become the emperor of the planet and lived happily ever after with his lover and children.

At the same time, he also saw that his own tactical mistake led to the destruction of his home planet by the church established by the Planet Devourers, and the life of the entire planet paid the price for his mistake.

Including the family members he gave up everything he had, none of them were spared

Just as Quill was immersed in grief and self-blame, he suddenly felt something covering him, and when he got up to look, he found that it was his Guardians of the Galaxy uniform, the red jacket.

"You, you shouldn't have come to me." Quill caressed his tattered suit as if he were remembering his old friend.

But the next moment, he was stabbed with a crutch by a rocket raccoon.

"Hey! What are you doing!? ”

"Nothing, I just want to see if you old shitty is a Skrull pretend." Rocket Raccoon sneered. "But you're certainly not a Skrull, so they won't abandon their friends because they inherit some kind of royalty."

Quill was used to the yin and yang weirdness of the rocket, and he turned his head silently. "Of course I'm not a Skrull, you know the Church exterminated Skrull decades ago, and it's not about 'inheriting the throne'!"

"That's enough."

Seeing that Quill and Rocket were about to quarrel like before, Camorra couldn't help but intervene to interrupt the argument between the two.

"Don't talk about the past anymore, we should focus on the things in front of us, come on Quill, join us and save the galaxy once again."

"Stop dreaming." Quill laughed to himself and sat down on the floor in despair, his voice shaking. "I'm not Star-Lord anymore, Rocket is right, I'm an old piece of shit. Waste that can't even protect your own home."

"But you have a second chance." Camorra said seriously. "The church will eventually set its sights on the earth, Quill, it's your other home, and you can at least save the earth from destruction."

"Earth?"

Quill slowly opened his eyes and looked at Camorra, who suddenly thought of something and got up. "Earth doesn't need me, there are more heroes out there, the Avengers, the Fantastic Four, the X-Men, but what about when I need them?"

The more Quill spoke, the more agitated he became.

"Where are they when I need their help?! And if you think about it, you didn't come to help, how many trials of life and death have I been through with you, annihilation of insect swarms, cosmic coups, and that damn infinite war, but what about you! ”

"When my family was killed. Where were you at the time!? ”

"Family?"

Rocket Raccoon sighed faintly.

"Yes, family, Quill, where were you when the rest of your family needed you, when Groot needed you?"

"Groot"

Quill jerked his head up, and he realized that among his old friends, only the silly but secure tree Groot was missing.

As if all the strength of his body had been drained, Quill sat on the ground weakly, he could no longer accept that his friends were gone, he could not accept that his two families were gone.

"Okay." Quill turned his head weakly and looked at Camorra. "What are we supposed to do?"

Seeing that Quill was regaining his strength, whether or not he was really ready to fight now, Camorra believed it would be a good start.

"Listen to you, Captain."

"Then we'd better go to Earth next and inform the heroes there about the threat to the Church, hopefully after all these years, I'll still see a few acquaintances"

Quill stood up and put on his suit, and at the same time, picked up the elemental gun that had fallen to dust.

"By the way, how did you get here?"

"Want to see another old friend of yours?" Rocket Raccoon grinned.

Following the direction the rocket was pointing, Quill hurried to the window of the space station and saw the badly painted, dilapidated spaceship.

"Milano."

Staring at the yellow mighty battleship, Quilton burst into tears.

It was his favorite car, the main battleship of the Guardians of the Galaxy, and it was a ship that carried countless wonderful stories and happy memories that he would never forget.

(End of chapter)