When his wing placed on the long term mission Yondu was rather happy. He was gonna be away from the same faces he had seen every day, and the same damn routines. Just him and the WarBird for a month. Of course he would see the others on the team when they touched down back on the Eclector and when the delivery of the shipment was complete.

But for now he was alone onboard with crates full of ration packs for the mothership. So when the engines started beeping at him and the only planet in the vicinity was a big blue giant covered by looks of it entirely by water with small speckles of islands, Yondu had no choice but to have to execute an emergency landing.

With a large splat and a skid over the waters, the Centaurian breathed out in relief when his craft did not fall to pieces and remained gently afloat

Steve knew every large piece of land in his territory - a territory that stretched several hundred miles. He was one of the larger members of his species. Coming in at a colossal 14 feet and his powerful fin meant he was a fantastic ambush predator. So when there was a disruption in his home turf he knew about it. This strange thing of metal and fire had landed in his waters and he was determined to know what it was.

Coming up from below he was cautious - it could be a foe, or a predator, or maybe it was food. He wasn't sure. Mouth slightly open so that water could glide over his gills he began winding his way ever closer. Occasionally moving far enough away that he could breech the surface, dorsal fin cutting through the water before he sank back down again.

He'd wait for night to attack - to see if the thing would move on its own by then or no.

Yondu caught his breath and leaned his head against the steering consoles, heart beating wildly. It was the first time he had had to make a landing of this nature and he wasn't even sure f it could be called a landing. A watering? An oceaning?

"Ah screw this shit" he muttered to himself, flicking off the red blinking lights and alarms that permitted the air all around.

Once a little peace and quiet was reached, the Centaurian checked the outside readings and was pleasantly surprised that the machinery indicated breathable atmosphere and non-toxic waters. He would at least be able to wash up and replenish the water stores now. Even though it would require filtration.

It didn't take long for the man to check on the cargo and make sure everything was still tied down and hermetically sealed, insuring that he had a good provision resource as well.

All in all, as far as crash landings went, especially on a non-Imperial planet, this was going good. He knew that the WarBird sent out a distress signal at the first sign of duress and under all circumstances, it would the crew roughly a month or two to get to him.

Looking outside and seeing that the sun was starting to go down, the Centaurian popped the upper hatch and climbed out of the ship, and sat on the warm metal, enjoying the marine air.

He closed his red eyes and stretched his hands up high, popping his back a bit and groaning in satisfaction before laying down and looking up into the sky, filled with a gorgeous sunset.

"Well hell...least it's pretty" he muttered

He popped his eyes just above the water when the creature appeared. Less than half his size he didn't see anything that would indicate it to be dangerous. Though the blue coloring could mean poison... if so many things that he already knew weren't poison weren't blue too... Okay so maybe he'd hold off on eating it until he was sure it wouldn't kill him to do so.

Once the sun slipped down and the moon came out and lit the sky in deep purple Steven swam closer and hoisted himself carefully onto the metal. Clawing his way up to he could get a closer look. Blue eyes nearly black in the dark and reflecting the moon in their depths.

Yondu, calmed by the rocking of the waves, had fallen asleep. The weather on this planet seemed to be remnant of the milder parts of his own homeworld, which meant sweltering hot to most others, but perfect and refreshing to him. The cerulean male was on his back, with one hand pushed under his head for comfort and the other splayed over his stomach.

He had long since taken off the leather jacket, dropping it back into the hatch, along with the belts and boots, leaving him in black pants alone.

The soft pulsating raspberry red of his implant emitted faint light in tune with his heart beat, looking like a strip of bioluminescence.

Bioluminescent... he hadn't met other species that were so, especially from off world. Crawling hand over his hand he investigated the other creature... ghosting his hand over him he felt out his electrical signal - male then though the configuration wasn't the same as his internal system. Pleased with his investigation he set about moving so that he could pin the other creature down. Shifting forms and moving to straddle his hips and pin down his wrists.

"Wake." He thundered out, growling softly as he looked down at him.

He had always been a heavy sleeper. As a child it ensured he could sleep through the racket of his loud family, and as an adult made him occasionally miss dinner but also sleep through the squabbles of his crewmates.

This time though, Yondu was cursing his own tendencies, as his eyes snapped open and stared right up into dark oculars atop of him.

Almost immediately the Centaurian started to feel the heavy, almost enormous weight that pressed down his legs and the tips of something sharp encircling his wrists. He froze then and there, looking up into his captive's face, illuminated by the light of a purple moon.

"Evening" was rasped out