The ship was in chaos. The crew, a motley bunch of 50 odd half-breeds and half-siblings roamed the halls. Their ages ranged from infancy to early adulthood and, with the official hierarchy removed, they'd descended into chaos. Teenagers ran the halls, arms loaded with toolkits, bandages, younger siblings. An alarm blared overhead. Lights flashed. As if they could've somehow missed the juddering screech as they'd torn the ship free.

Someone shrieked, the shrill caw of a bird and Peter flattened himself to the railing as Chii was sent flying over his head, wings flapping gracelessly and snake tail whipping round. Lana launched herself after him, knocking him to the floor as the two hissed and spat at each other a flurry of limbs and scales and fins. Peter carefully edged round them. There was only one person who could reliably split up the wonder twins when they got into it and he was in the medbay, Maris and Doc doing their level best to stick together the mess that their … Father… had made of his insides. Not to mention what he'd done to Kraglin.

Peter shook the thought off, hurrying down the corridor. There was less chaos down here. Not many of his siblings were up here. He only had to push his way through thick smoke, not crowds. He stopped in front of a familiar door, typing in the passcode. The door hissed open, the captain's chair loomed invitingly in the centre.

The captain and first mate were out of commission. The ship was barely limping along, belching plumes of black smoke into the void of space. And his siblings were throwing down in the corridor.

Peter grinned, flipped up his collar and sat his Walkman firmly over his ears. "I got this."

"I do not got this!"

"You do not have what, brother Peter? I you refer to your control of the ship, that much is obvious. Our crash landing is imminent. If you are referring to one of your other many defects however –"

"Not heping, Haraxs." Peter snapped, pulling on what he hoped was the break as Spirit in the Sky blared through his headphones. "Who starts ragging on someone when they're trying to land a ship anyway? Not like you could fly this damn thing."

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Nayadina shuffling nervously, petals folding and unfolding until her entire form rippled.

He swore and slapped at the controls, trying to find something that would slow them down.

"I told Yondu he should'a taught me to fly this thing. Wiz, got anything?"

The sparking beneath the console stpped for a moment and Wiz stuck his orange head out from beneath it. The goggles he wore were almost completely obscured by grease and he was lucky his hair was black to start with.

"Not a damn thing. We lost 'n engine and we're damaged enough I can't get the backups online, I only jus' got the atmosphere stable."

"This was a terrible plan." Haraks commented, arms crossed.

"Hey!" Peter snapped, drawing on all the maturity of his fourteen year to not punch his brother in the face. "I didn't see you coming up with any bright ideas. The plan is great. The plan is going to work."

Haraks blinked and tilted his head. "The ship is currently disintegrating."

"Yeah, but at least its doin' it inside an atmosphere and not of in the middle of space!"

Haraks opened his mouth, but stopped, wrinkling his mouth and gagging. Peter hissed at the taste of electricity on the back of his tongue and glanced over at his youngest sibling, Glim, barely two standard years old. Her fear buzzed against his lips as she turned the colour of copper and started to corrode the captain's chair. He could not wait until she got big enough for a universal translator.

Something burst beneath the console. Sparks spraying across the cockpit. Peter blinked the after bursts out of his eyes. The control panel was smoking.

"Wiz," Peter dropped to his knees, Wiz wasn't moving "Wiz." Peter pawed at his Ravager's coat tugging his brother onto his back and peering at his face.

"Peter!" Nyadina shrieked.

Peter launched himself upright. Banging his shoulder hard on the way up. The city, Contraxia loomed in the window.

"Aw cr –"

…

Stakar glared at the wreckage of his drink.

Him and his crew had had a good run. Good enough that he'd given his crew the day off and released them on the town. It was a good thing that Contraxia was Ravager friendly cause tonight it was overflowing with them. He'd caught sight of at least two clans aside his own, one of them Nanami's. He hadn't seen the Karanyd in years. They weren't exactly avoiding each other. But they definitely weren't seeking the other out. There was too much history there.

Gods that was a maudlin thought. Stakar was usually a lot further into his drink by the time that started. He hadn't even managed to have one yet. Had barely ordered when a loud crash had torn the bar apart, shockwaves sending everything inside to the floor, tables, people and all.

Stakar glared harder and turned, rolling out a kink in his neck and stomping out of the bar to see what the hell was going on.

A ship had crashed. It had skidded right into the centre of town, leaving long furrows in the snow behind it and now sat on its side in the snow smoke curling up from its sides that still steamed with the heat of re-entry.

It had clearly been through hell. There were large gouges torn out of the walls, dents and bags like a giant hand at grabbed round the centre and squeezed. It had left a trail of scattered metal behind it like a Tribbitie shedding its skin. It was as familiar to him as his own.

"Udonta." He growled.