Guardians of The Galaxy: Mr. Blue

Red X Yondu

Chapter 1 - Not Part of The Plan

"What do you mean you can't diffuse it?" I yelled as Grace fumbled with the wires.

"Let me slow down for you. I. Cannot. Stop. The. Bomb. Red," she said sarcastically.

"Yeah, I know I got that. You are supposed to be our tech expert. How the hell can you not stop it?"

"I'm color blind, okay?"

Did she just say she was color blind? What the? How the? That's what you get for paying so cheaply, Red. That was still no excuse for why this girl couldn't stop a simple bomb. I mean, don't you learn that in tech school? Maybe? Maybe not? There are legit, two wires. We have a fifty-fifty chance at choosing the wrong or right one.

"And you forgot to mention it?" I added.

"Well, there was never a good time to say anything. How would you even go talking about it. By the way, I'm going to have trouble with seeing colors and, diffusing bombs may be a struggle point for me."

Keiran was so going to kill us. He paid us to get this relic and deliver back to him. Now we can't because I recruited a color blind techy. This was not how it was supposed to go down. We were supposed to just grab and go, not arrive, get stuck with a bomb that is about to go off with no relic in sight. Ah, fuck it. Now was not the time to argue.

"Okay, okay. There is a blue and yellow wire on the board. Do you know which one to cut now?" I asked her.

"I'm fifty percent sure of which one to cut. It's either one of those two. I'm pretty sure."

"Just give me the damn clippers, Grace," I said snatching them from her hands.

I took the clippers and debated my options. Blue or yellow. The blue wire seemed to be connected to the main battery, while the yellow was attached to the actual explosive part. Batteries could power off the explosion, and explosives could also not go off but the timer will.

I gripped the clippers tight and neared them towards the yellow wire and gave it a quick snip. The explosives were disconnected from the timer, which continued to countdown. 3...2...1… nothing happened. I sighed a breath of relief, and watched Grace do the same.

"I'm sorry I let you down, boss."

"Don't be sorry, just mention these things before we get into another situation like this. Now come one, we got a relic to find."

"How will we know when we've found the thing we are looking for?" Grace asked while we trekked through the halls.

"Something tells me it will be on some type of pedestal with guard around it. Like in the movies? Important shit is always in the farthest, more well defended room." I replied.

"Make sense."

The walls were covered in some ancient lettering that I could not decipher. There were symbols of a civilization that was around long before Grace and I's people. Hell, long before we knew that the galaxy was as large as it was.

Both Grace and I were Terran, or human you could say. We were looked down upon in this galaxy of ours. Terrans were seen as nothing more than pests that could be thrown in the way in the case of an emergency situation. Hence, why Grace and I were currently looking for this relic and no one else was. We simply were expendable, while Keiran and his gang sat on their asses and watched us do the dirty work.

Keiran was technically our "boss." He ran up missions for me to do, and I gathered my party of misfits to go and collect whatever he gave us a paper for. My party consisted of me and two other people. Grace and Tina.

Tina was something called an Asgardian, I think she said. Her people were born onto the planet of Asgard where they were worshipped among the earlier forms of human known as the Vikings. She explained this to me awhile back when we first teamed up. She was the only one that I had met of her kind, and by the way she talks. She'll be the last that I ever meet.

"Red, you copy?" Tina called out on the radio.

"Copy you, T. You got eyes on something?"

"No, not currently. I'm getting nothing on our sensor. I just wanted to check in and see how close you guys were to the center."

"Not too far out, should be a quick grab and we'll meet you on the way out. In fact, go ahead and head back for our ship. Get her ready for take off, we'll need to get out of here ASAP," I ordered.

"Roger that. Tina out."

Grace and I continued down the ways, and soon found ourselves in a large chasm. The ancient lettering had become symbols. They showed people defending the center. "I'm guessing we are in the right place," I whispered.

I took in our surroundings. There were two exits for once we grabbed the relic. One was the one we were just coming through which would likely close after we snatched our prize. So we'd have to use the other way, which I had no idea where it led to. "T, you read me?"

"Loud and clear, Red."

"Get our bird in the sky. I'm not sure what way we are coming out, so I'll need you to be ready to pick us up from any point. I'm going to be sending you our location, you can track us that way," I said sending her our coordinates.

"Received. I'll be on standby."

"Red!" Grace called out.

"What is it?"

"I found something. It's some sort of urn looking thing."

"Does it look expensive?" I asked.

"Sure, if you are into that sort of thing," she replied.

"Grab it and be ready to run. T is on standby outside. Once we grab it, we run like hell."

Grace gave me a nod, and stretched her fingers. She was ready to grab when all of a sudden, I heard a sharp whistle from behind me. I didn't have time to turn, before I was shot across the room with an arrow that struck me into the wall. I couldn't move, it was too strong.

"Red, what the hell just happened?"

I ignored her when I saw multiple figures coming out of the shadows. There had to be atleast five of them. One of them look like a cyborg who looked like it had sex with a pig. He was one ugly dude. Another was a Terran, and was male. He was of a small build and had a somewhat of a beard to him. The one in front though was definitely their leader.

He was blue, which gave his race off too easily. Centaurian. His red crest was also a well-known sign. Centaurians were known for their distinctive looks and physical abilities of which he had, no doubt in my mind. His shot his arrow with a whistle if that didn't give it all away, then I don't know what would.

Grace gave me a nervous look and went to touch my hand, hoping to pull me from beneath the arrow. "Now, now, missy, I wouldn't suggest doing that unless you want to see your little friend's throat cut," the leader spoke.

She listened and backed away slowly from me. "There you go, no need to be rash about anything," he continued. Grace gave a snarl from under her breath, she didn't like be told what to especially from dickweeds like this guy.

"Ladies, I humbly ask that you leave this place and leave the score with us. Unless, you want us to take it off your corpses when we kill you for it."

"Fuck off, I've met rats that are more terrifying than you old man," I countered.

"What did you just say to me, girl?" The Centaurian said coming closer so that his face was only inches away from mine.

"I said 'fuck off' old man. Can you not hear me? Is that your problem?" I repeated.

"Do you even know who you are speaking to?" He asked angrily.

"Yeah, an ugly ass pig computer. A poor excuse for a Terran and some old Centaurian who thinks he is all tough shit. Did I miss anyone?" I growled.

"The name is Yondu Udonta. Does that ring any bells for ya, babe?"

Yondu Udonta. It didn't sound familiar. But the more I said it, the more I thought I knew it. Yondu. Yondu was the name of a captain that is in charge of one of the many Ravager squads in this sector. He is known for his ruthless killings and strange accent. Wait...wait. This is the guy that everyone talks about? This is Yondu Udonta? The most feared Ravager captain in our system? Are you kidding me? He wasn't even that intimidating.

"Oh yeah, you're that one guy who killed those one things and stole some other stuff," I laughed.

"Very funny, I suggest you keep that attitude," he paused and proceeded to look at his men. "Grab the relic and take the girl. Leave her friend here. We'll want someone to be able to tell what exactly happened here."

Grace lunged for me, but was deflected by the male Terran. She hit the ground hard, and was knocked unconscious from the blow. Her body laid there, only soft breaths came from her lips as her eyes closed.

"You, son of a bitch!" I yelled.

"Oh shut the fuck up. She isn't dead. She will wake up after few minutes when we've left," the man replied.

Tears were streaming down my face. I didn't want to leave her, not like this. She needed to have something to return to Keiran or else he would kill both her and Tina. He wouldn't care if I got snatched. Hell, I was expendable and easily replaceable. But I didn't want that to come back on them. So when the Ravagers were too busy grabbing the urn, I tossed her my extra radio. Hopefully, when she awoke she would give me a call and we could sort this all out.

A hand then reached around my waist and pulled me up onto some shoulders. The hand was blue, so just by guessing I knew it was Yondu. "C'mon princess. I have just the place for you to stay."