Have you seen this Earth human?
His name is Samuel Alexander.
He was last sighted fleeing the Spartax Royal Prison,
where he aided the escape of convicted criminal
and deposed Emperor J'Son.
Both are considered extremely dangerous.
The kid's not dangerous. He just trusted the wrong guy.
Maybe because the right guys were too busy
trying to steal his helmet for the reward units?
I am Groot!
There is no reason to lose hope, Gamora.
Even though the boy is under the direct influence of Quill's evil father,
and we have no means of tracking him.
Actually, there are at least two reasons to lose hope.
Three, if you include your lousy pep talk, Drax.
Fortunately, yours truly has once again cobbled together
a reason to gain hope.
You're welcome.
Rocket, what did you do to my Element Blaster?
Relax. I only accessorized it with a phasmic tuner.
These weapons give off a unique waveform,
so my tech oughta point your blaster straight at your dad's blaster.
How do you know my dad even has his Element Blaster? Whoa!
I don't.
But I can tell you one thing, Your blaster ain't pointing at Spartax.
That's right. Ain't no problem can't be solved
by jiggerin' something together or blowin' something up.
Or preferably both.
- You might wanna start solving. - Huh? Whoa!
'Cause our next problem is about to swallow us!
Okay, evasive maneuvers!
Evasive maneuvers? Where?
Gee, I don't know. Good question. Let's try...
away from the giant space whale!
Rocket, your tech did not lead us to Sam.
It has led us to our doom!
Yeah, and now it's gonna get us outta here.
Diverting power to engines.
Engines failing. That space whale is pulling us in.
So, on the bright side, we get to see what the inside
of a space whale looks like.
That'll be fun.
I am Groot!
I know it stinks. What do you want me to do about it?
Okay. Well, that's one problem solved.
Now I just gotta figure out how to fly us outta here.
That might not be so easy.
Or they would have done it.
These ships are being... digested!
Rocket, you better figure something... Whoa!
My tech's picking up your pop's Element Blaster.
Which means... J'Son is inside this creature too.
Drax the Destroyer does not fear digestion!
Next time, try tech, ya slowpokes!
Looks like there was a fight here...
recently.
Hmm?
And we get to have one too.
Some kind of parasites.
Probably eat anybody who ends up in here.
None shall digest Drax!
I am Groot!
These creatures are indestructible!
They're Quad Blaster proof too?
Nothing is Quad Blaster proof!
I am Groot?
No. I ain't ready to give up yet.
Regular blasts won't do the job, but maybe sonic blasts will.
You made a parasite call?
Maybe I wanted to make a parasite call.
Then you have succeeded. Well done!
Quaddy! Nooooo!
Ha! You named your gun!
Well, you named your ship! And it's a dumb name too!
What is that thing?
I don't know.
But the closer we get, the stronger the signal is.
I've seen markings like these before. It's old Xandarian.
- That's a Nova Centurion insignia. - Oh!
And that is a Nova Centurion. Or was.
So maybe Sam's dad really is here.
If he is, let's hope he took better care of his skin.
I am Groot?
What? He ain't gonna need it.
There it is.
Why would J'Son leave his Element Blaster behind?
Who cares? I was right.
What'd I tell ya? Tech works every time.
Wait. It's a trap!
So what? It's just a bunch of shiny lights. It's not like it's...
Okay, it's a trap.
Well, there isn't a jail in the galaxy we haven't busted out of.
There's always a first time.
Dear old Dad.
Or should I say "Patriarch"?
You do not deserve to speak his name.
Mantis! I'll show you belief!
Oh, if I had Quaddy...
I believe a son should be loyal to his father
like young Samuel here has been to his.
But you, Peter, believe in nothing but yourself.
Finish them, Sam.
But how is that gonna help me find my dad?
They are an obstacle.
They tried to take your helmet. They will again.
- But they're just... - They're outlaws, thieves.
You're a hero. Your father was a hero.
Now do the right thing.
I believe you will do the right thing.
- He missed. - No.
He knows taking us down is not the right thing to do.
No matter what you believe, lady.
It's good to have compassion, Sam. To a point.
Being weak can lead to failure and ultimately defeat.
I'll show you who's weak.
They're trapped. No threat to us.
Now can you help me find my dad, or not?
No. But I believe you can.
What's happening?
This ship is reacting to the Nova Force you wield.
You can unlock its secrets, Sam,
including the location of your father.
I am Groot!
Well, they're gone.
- And sealed us in. - Not for long.
I'll just hack into the computer and bypass
whatever your dad and the kid activated.
J'Son activated Nova Centurion helmets?
That looks more like a vault where they were stored.
My dad's not leading Sam to his father.
He wants the other helmets.
Then we better slow him down.
Oh, you're gonna wanna cover your ears.
What is that?
Peter. Up to no good, I'm sure.
This is why we cannot grant our enemies mercy.
Where we going, anyway?
What if I told you the helmet you're wearing wasn't the only one,
and that another could be used to pinpoint your father's location?
I'd tell you that nothing is going to stop me from getting to him.
- I believe I will not be harmed! - Look out!
Ha! Tech rules!
I knew that parasite call would come in handy.
And then there's this.
And then there's that!
Rocket, find us another way outta here.
Fine.
But you might wanna hold your noses!
I am Groot!
Don't blame technology for that one.
That was bi-ology.
You sure this is where J'Son was headed?
Yeah. Pretty sure.
That is a great number of helmets.
Take 'em all, sort 'em out later.
- Not that way, dummy. - Rocket, wait.
That thing looks like it's on its last legs.
Oh, Pocket Dimension Storage Vial,
is there nothing you can't do?
I believe I can best you in battle.
Just keep telling yourself that.
And so I shall!
I haven't got time for this! Where are the helmets?
Gotcha!
You've got something, all right.
You've got what I need!
Ugh!
You lousy brat, ya killed it!
My precious vial!
Rocket!
Sam, now is your chance to make up for past mistakes. Finish them.
Yeah, kid. Finish us.
Show us you're worthy to be a hero, just like your dad.
I won't hurt them. That's not what a hero does.
You're right, Sam. Please forgive an old man his anger.
I suppose when my son betrayed me and sent me to prison, I grew bitter.
Oh, co... Seriously? Just, no one is buying this!
I let that bitterness blind me to our goal.
Until you reminded me.
Now, use your power to find the true Centurion helmets.
There it is! See, Sam?
I told you all he wants are the helmets.
Yeah. Those helmets are gonna help me find my father.
Okay, what am I looking at?
You've activated a holo recording.
This battle must've taken place right here.
That guy's helmet's the same as mine.
Dad!
Choose the wrong helmet, Thanos, and there'll be dire consequences.
I did not come for your pitiful helmets and parlor tricks.
I came for the one they protect.
Well, now we know how Wrinkles got his hands
- on the Warlock Cocoon. - What was that all about?
Why was my dad fighting the purple guy?
Well, let me ask my dad, since he and the big bad are like best buddies.
Peter is lying, Sam. If you want to find your father,
find the other Centurion helmets.
Just remember his words and choose wisely.
I believe I have one, Patriarch.
Thank you, Mantis. Your loyalty will be rewarded,
assuming you chose wisely.
I can feel the power!
No! I... Aaah!
- Did she just... - Okay, look, don't panic.
I'm sure there's a way to reverse...
How could you do that to her?
Clearly, she did not choose wisely.
Quill was right. All you want are the helmets.
Thank you. Better late than never.
I'm done with you, old man.
No. We are not done.
Find me a helmet that won't have dire consequences,
or watch my son crumble to dust.
Find the right helmet, Sam, or I will end him with the wrong one.
You would do that to your own son?
Have ya met my dad?
Okay! Stop! I...
I'll try to find you a Centurion helmet.
Do better than try.
Throw it over.
Easy.
Yes!
You fools believe in heroism and sacrifice,
but the only thing worth believing in is power!
I will create my own army of Centurions
who will serve only me!
They will be my only real sons.
Then I will be the true Patriarch!
Dude, why didn't you just give him a fake helmet?
I'm new to this hero stuff, okay?
You knew I'd do anything to find my dad.
Quill was right. You used me.
And now that you're no longer useful to me,
I'll have to make do with other allies.
Nova Sentries.
Everyone in position. On my signal. Now!
Quill, help Sam. We will obtain the helmets.
I am Groot!
Sure, you guys'll be fine.
But I can't do anything... Oh!
Without your tech.
We know. What do you think we've been doing?
Oh. Making me parts!
You do care!
You know you can't beat me, Sam. Don't make me destroy you.
You have too much promise to be wasted.
You wanna talk about waste? You could've been a real father to Quill.
It's sad he never had a good dad like I did.
You are a child!
You know nothing!
I trusted you, J'Son.
I just wanted you to help me find my father.
Why wouldn't you help me?
Because you're weak.
You lost sight of your goal.
You hesitated, and it cost you victory.
Your father had the same weakness,
and now you will pay the price for it.
Is that the "no mercy" hesitation you were looking for?
Maybe it runs in the family.
You, son, are worse than weak. You're cocky.
- Aah! - I am Groot!
Well, now that the galaxy's worst dad is taking a nap,
there's one helmet for everybody.
I am Groot.
I do, too, learn!
Quill, I am so sorry. I shouldn't have trusted your father.
Eh, you're not the first one to make that mistake, kid.
Pity it wasn't your only mistake.
Looks like you hesitated for the last time, son.
Time to go, guys.
Oh, come on! These things again?
Too weak to blast 'em.
Then we will destroy them with brute force.
That was not me.
- Uh, who's flying my ship? - I am.
For Quaddy!
It's got a remote for the tractor beam too.
You're welcome.
Yes! Technology rules!
Time to use some biology,
as in give this space whale one serious case of indigestion.
So, after a lot of consideration, we took a vote,
and decided to take you on as a temporary Guardian and help you find your dad.
I recall no such vote.
I am Groot!
Relax. We could use the extra Nova Force muscle.
Especially if J'Son shows up again with those other helmets.
Well, that's not the only thing
we could use some extra Nova Force muscle for.
I bet my dad never had to scrape space whale barf.