“The Shi’ar pay real well, n’ Guardian doesn’t make house calls like this if’n it ain’t important.” He was almost never away from Lilandra’s side so this must be something big. Chris didn’t bat an eye at the presence of the Guardian, he’d seen stranger things in the SWORD motor pool though he once heard that he’d chucked the Juggernaut like a damn football - no force on Earth could pull that off, the guy took Thor’s god killer move head on without a scratch! “When I was in the SWORD motor pool I heard that this guy threw the Juggernaut like a ragdoll and I’ve seen that guy’s handiwork firsthand! This fella could prolly turn us all into little ol’ greasy spots without breakin’ a sweat.” He’d remain respectful to the guy though, the symbiote could translate for him if the guy didn’t speak Terran standard so Diz wouldn’t make a diplomatic oops like accidentally saying dog shit taco in Shi’ar.
“Ain’t Yondu got a mohawk though? He whistles and that souped up lawn dart kills damn near anything.” He could see Rocket eyeballing Ziggy and he just gave him an ‘I’m watchin’ you’ look. “Don’t go pokin’ Zig, Rocket. He’s armed ta the itty bitty teeth with enough juice n’ doodads ta fry a Krogan r’ put a nice big hole through Quill’s old ship. If’n ya want I can make ya somethin’ like him later.”