Hello and welcome to Protectors of the Rest. My name is I'msorrymylove, and I have been writing fanfiction on this site for over three years. During this time, I have written stories for Doctor Who, Gravity Falls, and Deadpool; if you like this fanfiction, then feel free to check out those stories. If you already have, then welcome back! If you're new, then welcome! I am a student, so I pre-write all or the majority of my books before I publish them. This allows me to be consistent with my weekly updates. This book, for example, will be posted every Friday.

As you saw in the summary, this is the second book of my Orbs collection. The first book, Rulers of the Galaxy, is really recommended to be read before this book. Everything will make a lot more sense if you do, such as how this is a Ronan/OC book.

Assuming you have read the first book, I hope this is an even better sequel. I have improved a lot as a writer since then, and I hope that shows during this book. Like in that one, I will mostly show the events that are going on around Galaxy or around Ronan, however, most of the book will focus on the events around Galaxy. Galaxy, the OC, is pictured to look a lot like Klaire De Lys, but with hair that is a bit lighter in color and less curly.

At the end of every chapter, I will have an author's note that gives some of my opinions on the chapter and the events in it. I will also respond to reviews there. I hope y'all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Marvel. Chances are, if you recognize something, it is not mine.

It had once been a rare occurrence for Galaxy to go on a mission for Ronan. Nebula and Gamora had always gone, and they had always expressed enjoyment about their missions and the relative freedom they had when they were able to go through the galaxy. Ever since Gamora had left – though left might have been too kind of a word considering the less than optimal way it had occurred – it had become common for Galaxy to tag along with Nebula and act as an extra eyes and ears.

Nebula was harder to get along with than Gamora. The awkward stiffness between Galaxy and Nebula had never existed when Galaxy had gone somewhere with Gamora, but Galaxy was determined to make her time with Nebula good.

The two were on a random planet that served as a gas station. Galaxy had always called these planets littered throughout space as "ghost planets;" it was a reference no one else, except maybe her brother, Peter, would get. Before their mother had died, she would take them on road trips around the United State. It had been their goal to get to every single one of them, but that goal was forgotten when the diagnosis of a brain tumor had been slammed down.

Besides have a large gas station, the planet had nothing to do except to go to a bar. Nebula had protested when Galaxy had brought up the idea of going there for a drink or two. She cited that it was too dangerous, too many unknowns, and probably absolutely disgusting. Galaxy was somewhat surprised that Nebula hadn't brought up their clothes as well. Galaxy was wearing a simple pair of black jeans and a dark green shirt; Ronan had always said that the color went well with her dark eyes and brown hair, and the distance had made her nostalgic for his smile. In her current outfit, she could easily imagine the way he would smile at her. He'd also smile at Nebula's clothes, but it would have that heaviest to them. Her skin-tight bodysuit, a nice purple color, when well with her robotic blue skin, a skin that always reminded Ronan of the monster he had once allied with.

Their outfits were sure to make them stand out, and even though Galaxy knew that, she couldn't help but continue to twist Nebula's arm until the other woman threw her hands into the air and shouted, "Fine! But if we are kidnapped by enemies of Ronan or allies of Thanos you are not blaming me."

"Of course," Galaxy promised. As they walked towards the bar she added, "It's not like that's going to happen anyways."

She was wrong. One minute, Galaxy had gotten Nebula to down her first ever shot, and the next they were dragged from bars with hoods over their heads. When those hoods were ripped off of them, Nebula wasted no time in turning to Galaxy and saying, "I told you this would happen."

She proceeded to do that every single day they were held hostage, sometimes saying it multiple times per day when something arose that had proved her earlier concerns. Like when it was revealed that it was the Sovereign that had grabbed them. As soon as they mentioned sending a message to Ronan along with a pointed note about Thanos, Nebula had turned to Galaxy and had said, "I told you this would happen."

When they had first been captured, Galaxy was sure that Ronan would come for them soon, "He'll be here in a few days," she said confidently while Nebula rolled her eyes, "He wouldn't leave us."

When more than a few days had passed, though it was hard to tell the true passage of time, Galaxy had still been optimistic, "I know he's coming soon."

But when the unspecified amount of time of 'soon' stretched on and on, Galaxy's optimism and confidence had started to wane away bit by bit. What was taking Ronan so long? Had he been hurt trying to get to them? Had he staged some sort of break in, only to get captured himself? With the only way to mark time by the progression of dirt that encased her clothes and hair and skin, she only knew that it had been a long time. It made her scared, and when Galaxy was scared, she tried not think.

It nearly came as a relief when two Sovereign guards pulled them to their feet, threw hoods over their heads, and dragged them through a series of complex turns that kept Galaxy thoroughly confused abut their location. They were brought into a room and shoved roughly to the floor while their bags were ripped off. Flinching back at the sudden light, it took a moment before Galaxy was able to look up and see...

"Family reunion. Yay," Peter gave his twin sister Galaxy a wane smile that she dazedly returned.

"I understand you know these women," the haughty voice was female. Galaxy slowly turned to see a Sovereign woman decked in much finer clothes sitting on a throne and staring down at the group Peter led, "You and she are related," she said with a nod to Galaxy and Peter, "And you and she are related," she said with another nod to Nebula and Gamora.

Peter straightened under the woman's gaze, "Yes. They're what our…boss wants as payment for protecting your batteries," he inclined his head formally, "We thank you, High Priestess Ayesha."

The Ayesha didn't smile at the manner, merely sniffing as if this was something she completely expected and was unimpressed with. It seemed that that was enough, though, and Galaxy was helped to her feet by Peter while Gamora did the same for Nebula. Whispering that they would get the shackles off soon, they started to walk away from Sovereign when Ayesha called, "What is your heritage, Mr. Quill?"

Peter turned, which made Galaxy turn as well, but all he did was shrug, "My mother is from Earth."

"Our," Galaxy corrected, her voice rough.

Ayesha sneered for a moment, but then decided that Galaxy was not worth getting too angry over and that it would be in her best interest to pretend that she had never spoken and didn't exist. Her question about Quill's father, just like the one starting off the conversation, was aimed pointedly at only Peter. But his less than knowledgeable answer did not please her, and her sneer grew pronounced as she eyed the twins in front of her, "I see it within the both of you. Unorthodox genealogies. Hybrids that seem particularly…reckless."

Galaxy could see Peter's jaw straining to snap some sort of insult right back at Ayesha at the insult. But even Galaxy knew that the Sovereign would never let any person who had been disrespectful to them live. With pained effort, Peter inclined his head once more and he made to leave with Galaxy when a voice, deadpan but clearly meant to not only be heard but taken as insult, said, "You know, they told me you people were conceited douchebags, but that isn't true at all."

Every single creature, Sovereign or not, went still; every single creature, that is, except for Rocket the Raccoon who was trying to wink at Peter as if this was all some kind of very fun joke. When he didn't get the response he wanted, he shook his head, "Oh, shit. I'm using my wrong eye again, aren't I? I'm sorry."

Galaxy had never been more grateful for Drax, a man who hated her guts, when he calmly picked up Rocket and carried him far away from the Sovereign so that they couldn't hear anymore insults that slipped from him.

And somehow, in a direct example of a miracle, Galaxy, Nebula, and the self-named Guardians of the Galaxy were able to leave and get onto Peter's ship, the Milano, alive.

Once she had showered and changed into the familiar pair of jeans and dark blue sweater-like shirt that Gamora handed her, Galaxy got the whole story over some soup she devoured. When she had Nebula had been captured, Ronan had spent a long time trying to figure out who had them. He had found their ship still at the gas station planet, but no one was willing to tell him what had happened to the owners. Many still remembered the terror he had inflicted, so either no one wanted to tell him because they were scared of him, or because they hated his guts.

Either way, Ronan had been forced to call in back-up in the form of Guardians of the Galaxy. Quite suddenly, everyone had known where Galaxy and Nebula were, but that turned out to be mainly false tips. The Sovereign had been their fifth group to contact, and they had easily agreed to hand over the two women for the small price of protecting their priceless anulax batteries from a creature that had set upon it. Once that was out of the way, they had gone to Sovereign and the rest was what Galaxy had already known. At some point, Ronan had sent over herself and Nebula with the instruction that he be contacted as soon as they were given to their owners. When Galaxy asked if that had been done, Peter waved her concern aside with the promise that everything was taken care of.

"So, now we just gotta bring you and baldy – "

"Nebula."

" – to Roro – "

"Ronan."

" – and then we'll head out."

Galaxy nodded at the plan Peter had presented to her, "Sounds good," she said with a smile.

Getting up from the table, she gave her twin brother a long overdue hug, one that he easily returned, "You know you didn't have to save us," she pointed out once the hug was over and she had sat back down.

"Course I did. You're my sister," the comment made the twins smile at each other goofily.

Sitting down across from her, Peter's expression seemed to tighten, but he didn't say anything. The silence that filled the kitchenet they were in allowed Galaxy to be able to hear the music someone had turned on as they flew lazily through space. Lake Shore Drive was a song Galaxy recognized well, not only from the 'Awesome Mix Vol. 2' tape, but also from her memories. How many times had her mother played that song while they drove through dusty backstreets lined with forest on one side and corn on the other? Just for a moment, if Galaxy closed her eyes, she could smell the dust coming into the car and coating everything inside of it because Peter had rolled his window down.

"Mom used to play this song a lot," Peter said suddenly.

For a moment, Galaxy wanted to shake Peter from taking her out of that pleasant memory; the sound of her mother's laughter was still ringing in her ears and she wanted to hear more of it. But the look of Peter's face, wistful and sad, made Galaxy's urge go away in favor of just saying, "She'd always sing along to it."

"On those road trips she would drag us on, she'd always start it off with this song."

"I like those road trips. She was always so happy on them."

"I liked them too. She'd always tell us something about dad."

Galaxy eyed Peter, the spell of nostalgia falling away as she saw his brow furrow in remembered pain. They had both been affected by their lack of a dad, but they had showed it in extremely different ways. Galaxy had taken it out on anyone who tried to befriend her, especially if they had an active father who would walk them to school or pick them up after. She was jealous of them, and that caused her to lash out. Eventually, everyone knew that Ariel Quill was not to be friended with, and she had tried to convince herself that she was okay with that.

Peter, however, had never lashed out the way Galaxy had. He too had been an outside, in part because of the association to herself, but also because he was sensitive and appeared weak; he was an easy target to pick on. That had only made him want to fit in more, though, and a young Ariel Quill had watched as her brother tried to have one friend that wasn't her, and to him, that meant changing things about himself. He tried different clothes, different hair styles, and even different accents to no avail. The worst change he had tried was a claim that they actually did have a father that looked suspiciously like David Hasselhoff and was also off filming somewhere exotic. He had never tried to deny their relationship, and as a young child she had felt confident he never would. As much as he wanted to fit in, he would never do that to her.

As an adult, however, it bothered her how much Peter had linked his identity to their parents. It made Galaxy wonder if he would push her to the side if it meant he would gain his father.

It was why when Peter brought up the subject of a father, it made her uneasy. She still attempted to comfort him; she reached a hand across the table and placed it on his while bringing up her very reasonable assumption that the comment about their parents had affected him, but her heart was not in it. Peter, however, didn't notice anything amiss. He spent a better part of a few minutes ranting about the Sovereign leader and her insults. He ended with a shake of his head and a frustrated, "Aren't you upset?"

"Of course, I am," Galaxy said, "She took me prisoner and then insulted my parents."

Still clouded in his frustration, Peter didn't notice how Galaxy carefully didn't go into specific details. He was too busy getting to his feet and explaining that he had to work off this excess energy. With a point to the front of the ship, he told her that he was going to piolet for a bit, and if she needed him to check there.

And then he was gone.

Galaxy looked down at the remnants of the soup she had been eating and sighed. Peter's rant had been so long that her food had gone cold, and there wasn't enough left for her to justify reheating it.

As she got up from the table, bowl in hand, she heard a noise behind her. She turned around to see Nebula, wearing the clean clothes as well, standing at the entrance to the kitchen with stiff, uncertain posture. Upon seeing Galaxy looking at her, she stepped in awkwardly, "Gamora said I could eat."

Galaxy pointed to the cabinets behind her, "Food's in there."

Nodding, Nebula walked towards the cabinets and opened them. She eyed the items in them and then shook her head and made a noise of disgust. Closing the cabinets firmly, she made to leave the kitchen, but stopped when Galaxy quickly said, "I'm sorry about not listening to you earlier." Slowly, Nebula turned her head in a clear sign that she was listening even though her back was turned to Galaxy. It was enough movement to give Galaxy the courage to continue on, "You were right about not going to the bar, and I should have listened to you."

Nebula inclined her head, which was probably the best reaction Galaxy was going to get, and then exited the kitchen.

Suddenly exhausted, Galaxy collapsed in the nearest chair. The Sovereign prison was not the most comfortable place to be in for weeks on end, and Galaxy had gotten little sleep during her captivity. She supposed she was lucky that she had been able to continue on for as long as she had, for now the entire ordeal was hitting her all at once. Lazily, she glanced at the doorway. Gamora had pointed to where the bedrooms were, but right now that short journey felt much to long.

She didn't know when, but at some point, her fight with sleep ended with her head going down on the table and her eyes closing.

Galaxy awoke with a start not because she wanted to, but because an annoying alarm was going off and warning lights were flashing on the ship. She didn't know how long she had been asleep, but it didn't feel like nearly enough time. Still, the lights were enough to make her press against the lingering sleepiness to go to the front of the ship.

Gamora, Peter, Rocket and Baby Groot were seated in the very front of the ship, but even if Galaxy filled in one of those seats for Drax there were still enough seats for herself, Nebula, and even Ronan. It was a small detail that made her happy; while she might have been reading too much into it, she felt like it was Peter's unspoken way of telling her that he would always have room for her and the people she cared about.

Or it might have been that he had gotten a better deal on this ship than other smaller ones.

Whatever the reasoning might be, Galaxy took the seat that had no controls attached to it but was relatively close to her brother. She glanced at the screen he was looking at and was instantly mystified by the symbols. It all looked very bad, however, and it made Galaxy anxiously ask, "What's going on?"

"We got an armed Sovereign fleet, approaching from the rear," Peter explained, he frowned and then glanced at Galaxy, "Weren't you here when I said that?"

"No. I just got here," she tried to suppress a yawn that was coming, but she had never been good at that particular skill.

Once her yawn was over, Peter raised his eyebrow, "Were you sleeping?"

"Shut up."

Chuckling to himself, Peter went back to monitoring the fleet coming towards them. Despite now knowing what was happening, Galaxy still wanted to know why. Thankfully, Gamora seemed to be on the same page as her, because she asked the very question Galaxy was going to ask herself.

"Probably because Rocket stole some of their batteries," Drax's answer made Galaxy jump in her seat. She had not heard the man arrive in the front of the ship, but when she twisted in her seat, she saw that he was in one of his own. At some point, Nebula had arrived as well, and she had taken a seat at the very back.

Of course, Drax's arrival was neither the only or the primary reason why Galaxy had jumped. His claim that Rocket had stole some of the priceless batteries the Sovereign was known to protect lethally wasn't shocking. Though Galaxy had not been around Rocket often, she still remembered the raccoon's risk taking and general lack of thought about consequences. Still, the slightly betrayed look and quiet, "Dude," that came from Rocket was a blow to Galaxy.

"Oh, right," Drax said suddenly, "He didn't steal one of those. I don't know why they're after us. What a mystery this is."

No one was convinced, but that stopped mattering when the Sovereign started to do shoot at them. Peter rolled the Milano out of the way from the incoming bullets. As soon as he could tear his focus away from flying, he shouted at Rocket, "What were you thinking?!"

"Dude, it was really easy to steal," Rocket said in a tone that implied that he was the reasonable one in this discussion.

"That's your defense?" Gamora snapped.

"Come on," Rocket said in exasperated, drawn out tone. From her seat, Galaxy could see him roll his eyes, and she wondered how often her brother and Gamora wanted to strangle him; she certainly wanted to.

"You saw how that high priestess talked down to us! I'm teaching her a lesson!"

"Oh, well I'm sure if you just explain that to them, they'll understand."

"Exactly!" Rocket agreed with a point to Galaxy.

"That was sarcasm!"

"Oh no, you tricked me! You're supposed to use a sarcastic voice! Now I look foolish."

While Galaxy was completely unamused and commented under her breath that Rocket had not needed any help to look foolish, Drax apparently thought that this was the funniest thing ever. He started to laugh, hard and heavy, while pointing at Rocket.

"Shut up, Drax!" Peter yelled, making Drax fall silent, "You knew! You should have told us."

Looking taken a back, Drax looked over at Rocket, "Did you tell him that it was easy to steal?"

"Are you kidding me?"

At Rocket's snap, Drax's face fell a small bit, "What?"

"You never listen to anything!"

"None of you listen!" Gamora shouted, "Can we please just put the bickering on hold until after we survive the massive space battle?"

Galaxy thought that that was a reasonable request and she nodded in agreement. Her glance at Peter told her that he too agreed with the request, but it became quickly apparent that Rocket and Drax did not agree.

That didn't matter, however, because as Galaxy looked away from the occupants of the Milano, she saw more and more golden ships appearing in front of them; their presence, previously unnoticed thanks to the fighting, had been allowed to grow into a force that could easily take their ship down.

Galaxy had never been a fighter. Her lack of enthusiasm when it came to violence and other people getting harmed had been part of the reason why she had gotten Ronan to stop his anarchy towards Xandar and its people. But Galaxy was also realistic. It was clear the only way they would ever except the Sovereign was if they fought, and Galaxy had resigned herself to this outcome.

It wasn't a struggle to alert her brother that the Sovereign were amassing, and it wasn't really a struggle to see the ships destroyed, but the sight of others dying did make her wince and avert her eyes. It made her cringe at how enthusiastic Rocket was at the prospect of killing others, but the idea of Drax's comment if she said something against it made her not say anything.

Perhaps just wanting to get Rocket to shut up, or maybe she remembered Galaxy's distaste of violence, from her seat Gamora snapped, "You're not killing anyone. Those ships are all remotely piloted."

That didn't stop Rocket from blowing up all the ships, but he did stop yelling as he did so. In her own seat, Galaxy relaxed ever-so-slightly. If anyone noticed, they didn't say anything, but Galaxy knew it would only be deluding herself if she assumed that Gamora and Nebula hadn't noticed. It was almost annoying how observant they were; Galaxy could stub her toe or get a paper cut and they would notice.

Galaxy was also observant, though not nearly as much as Gamora or Nebula, but no one could reach their skills. As a normal, untrained human, Galaxy noticed that the Sovereign started to target them destructively as the space battle continued. It didn't take a genius to guess that they must have written off their batteries, and maybe even their own ships, in their want to get back at the Guardians for their apparent slight.

Within a minute or so of her observation, one of the Sovereign's ships got the Milano's wing, and emergency systems started to flash. Through gritted teeth, Peter asked, "What's the closest habitable planet?"

"It's called Berhert," Gamora answered after several tense seconds of Peter struggling to keep the Milano steady with one wing while Gamora searched on the navigation system.

"How many jumps?"

"Only one, but the access point is 47 clicks away and it's through that Quantum Asteroid Field over there."

Despite not seeing Gamora's nod, Peter quickly focused in on the asteroid field that was to his side. This field was not like the one that Galaxy and Peter had learned about in school; the asteroid field in Earth's galaxy was filled with decidedly normal objects that collided with one another, slowly breaking down throughout the eons. The asteroids in the field in front of them swirled in random patterns, and while some of them collided with each other, it was not due to random movement but because they would pop in and out of existence.

Most pilots considered a regular asteroid field to be a headache that was not worth the potentially lethal risk. The idea of flying through a quantum asteroid field would be suicide, yet Peter still started to pilot the Milano to the field with the clear intention of flying through it.

"Quill, to make it through that, you'd have to be the greatest pilot in the universe," Drax said, his tone a mixture of shock and seriousness.

Galaxy could see the smirk growing on her brother's face as he responded confidently, "Lucky for us –"

It wasn't just Peter who finished that sentence. As her brother declared himself the greatest pilot in the universe, Rocket did as well. With a click, the raccoon took over the controls for the Milano and started to swoop and dive through the asteroid field. The disappearing and reappearing rocks barely missed their ship as they flew, but judging by the explosions behind him, the Sovereign were not as lucky.

For a moment, as Rocket flew, Peter could only gape at him in shock. He soon recovered and reclaimed the controls, prompting a fight between the two that was pronounced by clicks as Rocket stole the controls and Peter stole them right back. Gamora's protests couldn't stop them, Nebula's noise of disgust didn't stop them, and Galaxy's own plea didn't stop them.

Somehow, though, they had made their way through the asteroid field unharmed. Galaxy could easily admit that Peter was an outstanding pilot, and while it would be done grudgingly, she could also admit that Rocket was an outstanding pilot as well. They had both been able to fight each other over the controls and stop the Milano of getting damaged, but it was only a matter of time until their fighting led to disaster.

With a horrible sound of crushing metal and a sudden deafening noise of wind, one glance behind Galaxy told her that the worse had occurred and the Milano had been struck by an asteroid. The ship had taken deadly damage as well; the entire back end of the ship was gone, and everything was being sucked out into the vortex of space.

Galaxy was about to sigh in relief that everyone had had the sense to strap themselves to their seats, but it seemed that the baby-like Groot was too small to be held to his chair. He started to get sucked out, but Peter threw him over to Drax while punching in a code that threw an energy shield over the hole.

For the first time since she had taken her seat, Nebula said something. Her snap of "idiots," was one that Galaxy firmly agreed with.

"Well, that's what you get when Quill flies," Rocket said dryly. In response, Gamora threw something hard at the back of Rocket's head, prompting him to cry out "Ow!"

"There's still a Sovereign craft behind us," Gamora warned, her eyes firmly on Peter.

With their weapons down and twenty clicks left to the jump, it seemed like the currently trembling Milano would barely make it. Oddly enough, Drax choose this moment to get up from his chair and climb into the living area below the ship; the area that was currently mostly destroyed and was only held together with an energy shield.

"Where is he going?" Galaxy asked, but she only received confused shrugs.

His intent became clear enough when, just after Gamora had announced that there were fifteen clicks left, a beep came from the controls that announced a new shield was up. A quick glance at a rearview camera showed that Drax, with a cord wrapped around himself, had gotten into a spacesuit and had jumped out of the Milano. With a rifle, he shot and destroyed the lone ship behind them, but even with the threat gone, he didn't attempt to come back inside.

Figuring he would be fine, Galaxy focused back in on her surroundings. Somehow, they had made it through the asteroid field. It appeared like they were fine for a moment and they would make the next five clicks with no issue, but then the Sovereign ships reappeared, surrounding them.

"Son-of-a-! They went around the field!"

It looked like they were truly done for, and Galaxy swallowed hard as she tried to reassign herself to her certain death. She closed her eyes and whispered under her breath, "I'm sorry I won't get to say goodbye to you, Ronan."

A sudden bright light from behind her eyelids forced Galaxy's to open her eyes. Her jaw dropped as she watched each and every Sovereign craft blow up. There was no sign of the cause for these explosions; Drax's rifle couldn't had done this, and even if the Milano's guns were working, they couldn't have done this as well.

So what had?

When Rocket voiced her own questions, he was quickly shot down by Peter in favor of the pressing matter of reaching the jump point. The Milano whizzed through the air and then, with a pop, it teleported into the sky of an Earth-like planet. In this new atmosphere, the ship quickly gave up. Pieces ripped off with a brutal, metal grinding sound. Galaxy could see Peter shaking with the effort of trying to keep the Milano in control, but that proved to be a fruitless flight as they quickly lost altitude. The sick feeling in her stomach was only heightened when Galaxy looked out of the craft to see a green, dense forest approaching them very fast.

"Prepare for a really bad –"

No amount of preparation would have been enough for the crash that cut off Peter's warning shout. They hit trees, and while this slowed their crash, it also made it bumpy, rough, and more than a bit terrifying. Despite her seat belt, Galaxy felt as if she was being pulled and pushed from her seat as, like a pinball machine, the Milano was bounced between the trees. At some point, she had closed her eyes, and when she opened it, she couldn't help but scream as she saw the ground rushing towards them. The Milano hit the ground with a thud and a heavy jerk that pressed Galaxy back into her seat. They skidded across the ground, sending dirt up around them until finally, the ship stilled.

For several moments, there was blissful stillness. The only sound was heavy breathing as everyone calmed from the crash.

And then Peter, smirking, turned around in his chair and tauntingly said to Galaxy, "You were screaming."

"I was not."

"Like a little girl."

"At least I didn't crash the ship!"

After not commenting, it seemed that Nebula had had enough. With a growl that prompting everyone to turn and look at her, she got up from her chair and shouted, "You are all idiots!"

As she stalked off, Galaxy looked around for Gamora and frowned. When she asked where she was, Peter wordlessly pointed to the back of the ship.

"Come on," he said heavily, "Let's go see how bad this was."

Shakily, Galaxy got up from her chair. Side-by-side, she and Peter started to make their way out of the wreckage of the Milano. As the adrenaline rush faded, Galaxy couldn't help but start to feel more and more angry at Rocket and Peter. By the time she exited, it was clear that the next step was going to involve a lot of shouting. Luckily, one look at Gamora and Nebula told Galaxy that she would not be alone in her anger or shouting.

And with that, the first chapter of Protectors of the Rest is done! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. After being away from Galaxy for so long, it was nice to be able to write her again. It's like being around an old friend. I was a bit nervous because of everything that has been going on with GoG and its future, but I decided not to let that stop me. The best way to combat something you don't like is by continuing on normally and not let it make you change your life, and I will treat this as no different.

Besides that, I'm pretty happy with this chapter. It's a pretty good length and I think I was able to show the relationship between Galaxy and Nebula and Galaxy and Peter really well. I'm going to be focusing a lot on the sibling relationship for obvious reasons, and so far, I'm happy with out it's coming out.

And now...review time! This is when I answer reviews from people. While there are no reviews from this book, I do have reviews to answer from Rulers of the Galaxy.

Monkeybaby: I'm glad you liked it!

Importchic: Thank you! I hope that you like this story as well.

Guest: Thank you so much!

CanzetYote: I'm glad you liked the chapter. I don't really know how to reply to the rest of your review.

If you have any comments or suggestions, feel free to review! Otherwise, I'll see y'all next Friday!