"Quill. I didn' give you them rockets so you could fly aroun' the bridge!" Kraglin swings at the eleven-year-old as Peter boosts out of his reach. "They're for a job!"
"Yeah, but I hafta practice with them, don't I?" the child Ravager replies. He levels out and hovers unsteadily in the air.
The First Mate rolls his eyes, "Yeah, an' yer supposed ta practice in the hangar. Get yer ass down from there, Pete."
"The hangar's too big," Quill tries to defend his actions, "I hafta know how to move in small spaces an' Cap'm won't let me try it out in the ducting. I haven't burnt or broken anything, I swear."
Kraglin inhales deeply and draws a blaster from beneath his poncho, "I will shoot those boosters offa you if you don' land right this second."
The kid scoffs, of course he's heard that Kraglin's the best shot in the whole clan, but he's never seen it. There's no way he could hit these boosters, no one's that good.
"I'm up for some target practice," Peter says cheekily. He begins to move as though he's skiing in the air, swinging from left to right and back again as he hovers. "Can ya hit me over here? Or over here? Or..."
Tullk laughs from his post at the nav. "Yer askin' fer trouble, there, Quill," he calls out in his brogue-like accent.
"Hunh, too easy," the Xandarian smirks. He thumbs a control on the weapon to a non-lethal setting and fires, striking one of the mini jet-packs square in the exhaust port.
The little rocket sputters and shuts off before Peter realizes it and the boy goes into a wild spin. The station crew laughs raucously, drawing curious onlookers, as Quill twirls like a top and shouts obscenities at the First Mate.
"Help, Jane! Stop this crazy thing!" Peter yells as he tries to regain control.
Kraglin grins and chews his thumbnail to maintain his own control and raises his blaster again. This shot's a little bit trickier, but he's always been good with moving targets. The First Mate fires again, knocking the little rocket booster right off Quill's ankle, and sending it spiraling down the main corridor.
Peter flips through the air, crashing in a heap to the floor, and Kraglin just loses it. The Xandarian wraps his arms around his middle and guffaws loudly. The bridge erupts with laughter.