Someone steps out of the shadows and greets them, and Wash damn near jumps out of his skin, a knife appearing in his hand as if from nowhere. (It's not his standard, but it's not exactly hard to find a knife in a city, and he knows how to conceal it.)
But...nobody else is reacting. The new person is probably another Voidtrecker. Which makes him pulling a knife look crazy. Great.
He settles and tucks the knife back away. "So then this place is, what?" he says as though none of that had just happened. "Interdimensional flypaper?"
He gestures at Yondu. "And that's the question I want an answer to. If Diagad was part of a known network of planets, and the rest of those planets survived, and someone from Diagad was this powerful, then how does nobody know who they are? You'd think they'd have a reputation." Information can be kept quiet - Wash has lived through several different flavors of that - but unless the god wannabe was some kind of government secret, there's no way gossip alone wouldn't have caught up with them. Someone has to know something, right?
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But...nobody else is reacting. The new person is probably another Voidtrecker. Which makes him pulling a knife look crazy. Great.
He settles and tucks the knife back away. "So then this place is, what?" he says as though none of that had just happened. "Interdimensional flypaper?"
He gestures at Yondu. "And that's the question I want an answer to. If Diagad was part of a known network of planets, and the rest of those planets survived, and someone from Diagad was this powerful, then how does nobody know who they are? You'd think they'd have a reputation." Information can be kept quiet - Wash has lived through several different flavors of that - but unless the god wannabe was some kind of government secret, there's no way gossip alone wouldn't have caught up with them. Someone has to know something, right?