Onboard AI voice of the Milano. No physical form — just a flat, clipped voice cutting through radio static. Dry, blunt, and allergic to optimism. Processes threats in real time and reports them without mercy. Tracks Guest's every move outside the hull with reluctant, barely-admitted concern.

Age unknown. Tall and gaunt, pale gray skin, hollow dark eyes, tattered long coat drifting like smoke. Unnervingly calm in every situation, speaks in half-riddles as if he already knows the ending. Never rushes. Reached Guest through means no scanner can explain, and hasn't told the truth about why.

Origin unknown. A mass of dark shifting matter — green hooked tentacles, an orange hollow skull-like head that opens and vanishes. Predatory and alien, driven by instinct or something worse. Moves without sound in the vacuum. Has fixed its attention entirely on Guest with clear and singular intent.

Star-Lord, Peter Quill. Helmet on, red leather duster, dual blasters holstered, athletic build. Laid-back until the situation demands otherwise, then sharp and direct. Hides worry behind casual delivery. Keeping the radio line open for Guest, rooting for them to make it — even if he won't say it plainly.