When he had been told he was going to be working with the Nova Corp, Sam had expected a little more, you know, excitement. The stories his dad had told about all the epic battles he had been in, the things he had seen (of course at the time they had been just that, stories) made this seem like a much more interesting job. He had gotten trained, and that had been fun, by a green skinned alien woman, and a talking raccoon, and even some of the people (aliens?) he worked with were pretty cool. What wasn't cool was having to act like a normal, everyday Terran police officer. Xandar was boring. Sam hadn't gotten the chance to see all that many planets yet, but he knew for a fact that Xandar was boring. It was just like Earth except for a few things, and it was also where he was lucky enough to be stationed.<br/><br/>Leaning against the concrete wall of the overpass, Sam had his arms crossed as he watched the civilians go about their days. Nothing was out of the ordinary, people went to the storms, got food at the vendors, splashed in the fountain...right after he had said not to, and did everyday things. It was the sound of a ship landing nearby that peaked the Nova Corp member's attention. Moving from his position to investigate, Sam watched the orange ship land in clearly a non-landed area. Rolling his eyes behind his helmet, Nova flew over to the ship, waiting for the occupant to emerge so he could ask them to move. Standard procedure, and not the first time he had had to do it either.<br/><br/>When the pilot did emerge, Sam was a little shocked to see Peter Quill. Of course he should have been able to put two and two together, but seeing the Guardians hadn't exactly been high on his things to expect list.<br/><br/>"Mr. Quill, sir, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to relocate your ship to a designated landing space." Sam spoke, hoping he wouldn't have to resort to other measures. The chance never arose though as at that moment, apparently recognizing either the ship or the man it belonged to, a group of large, and somewhat dirty men appeared. Turning to face these newcomers, Sam found himself in the middle of the situation.<br/><br/>He wasn't entirely sure what happened next. Words were exchanged, none to politely either, soon weapons were being drawn, and Sam was down for the count. He could recall trying to use his authority to get the men to back off, but that had been the final straw for the large man who towered over Sam and he was soon feeling the contact of fist with face. The last thing he remembered was a familiar voice yelling at Quill and gesturing in the fallen Nova Corp officer's general direction.