-So. . . Now you are something like 200%. . . There is nothing more to charge, right? -Says an exhausted Captain, laying in the ground. Never in my life I expected to see such a scene.
-Technically 150%. Enough for 120 days of well use and moderate consuming. I manage to find new energy sources on the way. On the worst scenario, I would say 10 days.-I say calculating my reserves.
- Yes, whatever. What will you do now? -She says, already getting up and cleaning her uniform.
-Still in it? I already promised to do not do anything crazy.
- I asked where, so I can bring you there, so you spare your energy that I worked so much to give. -She says as she is answering a child question. If you take to count that, I was born this year. . .
- Oh, sure, thank you.
-Where? . . .
-Uh, I am still calculating the best route. I have many stops to do. . . I believe, the closest galaxy would be good enough to start.
- Great Magellanic?
- Great Magellanic is a cloud, not a galaxy.
- I like to think of it as a galaxy. So, you are going to Shi'ar. Which planet?
-Xandar.
-Xandar? What will you make in Xandar? That place will be completely destroyed in some hours! -She looked at me as I said I were going to planet prison itself. That is not an entire lie.
- Do you know how a Nova helmet gets its energy? -
-No, please no nerd talk. You want a technology piece, I understand. But please don't say you will steal it, just because they will all die anyway. -
- I will not, I have morals, ok? I will buy it.
-What? Ok, no more questions. Let's just finish it. . . - It seems like she just had an idea, I hope it is a good one.
- Hey robot Lady, can you transform into a backpack? - Nop, It was one of the bad ideas.