I'm back with that new fic I promised! I do recommend you go read "Dye it Pink" before you read this one, but it isn't absolutely mandatory lol. It will make more sense though.

To be be honest, I have no idea how many chapters this will have, but so far I'm really enjoying writing it. I hope you enjoy!

"Y'know, the least they could do is actually show up on time to the meeting they made." Rocket mumbled, shuffling his feet in the dry sand.

"Yeah, I'm starting to think they ding dong ditched us." Quill sighed, his hand sheilding his eyes as he looked up at the sky.

The meeting was definitely not going the way he had expected. When the mysterious ravager ship had forced the Guardians to meet them on this back water planet, using threats, Peter expected to go guns blazing down on these assholes.

What he didn't expect, was them not showing up at all.

Drax frowned, turning to gaze at his fellow Guardian, "What is a ding dong, and why was it placed in a ditch?"

Peter dismissed the question with a soft shake of his head, "I guess the so called item that may interest us they promised was disappointment."

"Yeah, well, you promised me a fight, and all I'm seeing is an arid desert climate. " Rocket glared up at the Terran. "If the fight you're talking about is dehydration, than I'm out." The raccoon huffed, turning around so he could walk back into the ship.

"Wait a second, Rocky. You may still get yer chance..." Kraglin suddenly talked into their ears, the static of the com system causing Peter to flinch and Rocket to stop in his tracks. "We got something coming up on the radar."

As if on cue, the familiar sound of a ship's engines began to rumble around them; bringing the sand, that seemed to be everywhere on this stupid planet, up in their faces.

Rocket wrinkled his nose and waved the debris out of his face, coughing. I'm gonna need a bath after this.

The rumbling came to a stop as the vessel landed in front of them. It was in fact the ravager ship that had been following them days prior; the familiar jade hull glistening in the two suns the planet offered.

The Guardians simultaneously went into defensive position; their hands on their weapons while they gave the ship a suspicious glare.

The ship hissed as the port airlock opened, a figure emerging from the shadows. The mysterious person paused, as if accessing the Guardians from afar, before beginning to walk towards them.

"Wait a minute…" Kraglin mumbled into the coms, squinting down at the figure from the Quadrant's cockpit. "Is that who I think it is?"

Peter opened his mouth to question him, but the words died in his mouth as he too was able to make out who the figure was.

It was a short and skinny women, with pale skin much like his own. It was hard to make details out because of the dust being whipped around by the wind, but Peter could see she had long greasy black hair. His eyes widened at the sight of the women, the name of which was on the tip of his tongue.

"Woah, isn't that one of the OG Ravager captains? What's her name again…"

"Aleta." Kraglin finished for him. "Captain of the first and only female exclusive Ravager clan."

"I remember Yondou talking about her."

"Yep, they're was rumors they were hooking up before he got exiled."

"Heh, Nice." Rocket snorted.

Gamora rolled her eyes, glaring at Rocket, before turning her gaze back to the women walking towards them; who was followed by two other female Ravagers. Guards, perhaps?

"What would she want with us?" She questioned softly, brows furrowed.

"Like they said, they wanna give us something," Peter frowned, "Hope it isn't a beating."

"Wouldn't be the first time." Gamora frowned.

With that thought, the team immediately went back into defensive position.

Finally, Aleta stood in front of them at comfortable talking distance. Behind her were a Krylorian and an Easkik women, both of which were glaring harshly at the Guardians; standard ravager blasters in hand. All three of them wore matching jumpsuits, the colour of which matched the jade of their ship.

Aleta smirked at them, her arms crossed comfortably over her chest.

"Hello, Guardians."

"Hello, small women." Drax said, causing the Ravager leader to snicker. Her gaze traveled across their rag team group, before finally stopping on Gamora.

"I assume you are the leader, am I correct?"

"There is no leader." Gamora replied coldy.

"I mean, I wouldn't say that-" Peter begun, before being quieted by the Zen-Whoberian's icy glare. He gave her a sheepish grin.

Gamora turned her gaze back to Aleta, her hand resting on the hilt of Godslayer.

"You spoke of something you would like to give us in your message."

"That I did." Aleta smirked, which seemed to be her resting facial expression.

"...Are you gonna tell us what it is, or waste even more of our time?" Rocket scowled, looking up at the women, clearly unimpressed.

The guards behind Aleta glared at the raccoon, their guns now pointed on him.

She chuckled, her gaze moving from Gamora now to Rocket; it was unnerving to say the least.

"And you must be 89P13."

Rocket met her gaze with a fiery glare, "I go by Rocket now, thank you very much." He replied, a hint of cold humour in his tone. "How do you know me?"

"It's what the bounty said. 89P13."

"Wait, what bounty?" Peter asked, confused. "We hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, we saved the Galaxy a second time, like, a week ago."

Drax frowned. It reality, it had nearly been two years since they had destroyed Ego. One would use the expression of time flies by when one is having fun, but Drax didn't. For obvious reasons.

Aleta finally turns her gaze to Quill, the guns from the guards turning to point at him now, "No, you misunderstand. It's not a bounty for the rodent, it's a bounty by the rodent."

Rocket fell out of defensive position, his expression reading confusion, "Wait, what? I haven't been writing bounties! What the hell are you talking about, lady?!"

"Your seriel number is 89P13 in Nova's bounty records, right?"

Jeez, I've been meaning to change that. Rocket cringed, before opening his mouth to defend himself, "Yeah but-"

"And the bounty my crew and I have found was submitted by 89P13, which is you."

"But like I said, I haven't been putting any bounties on anybody! At the moment, I don't want anybody found or murdered or whatever! So, either you're playing a stupid prank, or all that eye makeup has messed up your vision!" Rocket seethed, taking a step forward. This was clearly a mistake, as the guards behind Aleta began charging up their guns.

"Woah Woah, easy now!" Quill put up his hands, taking a step forward as well so Rocket stood next to him. "I'm sure this is just a big misunderstanding."

The smirk on Aleta's face twitched downwards, her brows furrowing. She put her left hand up, and immediately the girls behind her put their guns down at their sides.

"I assure you, boy, it isn't." The ravager captain said, "I suppose it is understandable that your little… friend here has forgotten. The bounty was issued over seven Xandarian years ago, and because it wasn't a hit on anybody, it has yet to time out."

Peter raised his eyebrows, "Wait, so hypothetically, Rocket seven years ago put a bounty out for someone, but it didn't involve hurting them in someway?" He glanced down at the raccoon, who looked up at him equally confused. "How many units did he put out for this guy?"

"20,000 units."

"What?!" Rocket jumped, "20,000 flarken units…" C'mon Rocket, think! Was there a chance that seven years ago, you were drunk enough to pull some shit like this?

And suddenly, he remembered. He wished he didn't, but he did. Seven years, four months, twelve days, and two hours ago; that was when Rocket, sobbing after weeks and weeks of searching to no avail, had given up. He had seen the explosion himself, and he knew there was no way she could escape that, no matter how quick and clever she was. Seven years, four months, twelve days, and two hours ago; that was when he stopped searching with hope, but for any remains he could burry. She deserved that much.

The raccoon immediately stilled, his eyes widening. No, they couldn't of have…

Aleta smirk widened, as if she could tell he has remembered.

"Friend Rocket, are you alright?" Drax grumbled down at him with a frown. Peter looked down at his furry pal as well, surprised to see the usually strongwilled and stubborn raccoon shaking.

"Dude, are you oka-"

"You found…" Rocket interupted, again, taking a step towards Aleta. This time, the guards didn't raise their guns. She nodded, causing Rocket to let out a shakey, sad laugh.

"H-how?! I looked for weeks, months even!"

"You weren't looking in the right place."

Rocket paused, blinking the tears out of his eyes, "...Heh, yeah, of course I wasn't."

"Uh… what the hell are you guys talking about?" Peter asked, now even more confused than before.

Rocket turned around to face him, his bronze eyes filled with grief; an old wound freshly torn open. Peter's eyes widened at the sight.

"Dude, what's going on." He asked, yet to no avail.

Rocket just let out a soft sigh, pulling himself together, before pressing the button to the device hidden in his ear, ignoring Peter, "Kraglin, prepare the cooler for a body."

Kraglin, who was half asleep in the captain's chair, jerked awake at the word body. "W-who the hell died?! Are y'all okay?!"

Rocket snorted, "Don't worry about it, just get it ready." He clicked off his coms, before turning back to Aleta.

"I'm guessing she's in your ship, unless you somehow fit her in your pocket?"

The Ravager leader chuckled at that, "Yes, my guards and I will go get her for you."

Aleta turned around, gestured for the guards to follow, before returning slowly to the ship. As soon as the leader was gone, everyone turned to face Rocket.

"Rocket, tell us what is happening."

"Yeah dude, what the hell do you mean by body?"

The raccoon was silent for a few moments, before letting out an annoyed sigh, "...fine. Seven years ago, somebody I used to know went missing. After searching for a long time, I never found them, which was to be expected, not many people can survive an entire building blowing up. Uh, it's kinda a blur, but I remember one night being extremely drunk, I… put a bounty out for anybody who could find their body. Cause at that point, I just wanted to give them a proper burial, y'know? They deserve some respect. I mean, I never expected anything to come out of it after I was sober, so I just left it, and totally forgot about the whole thing."

"So, you believe Aleta has found your friend's corpse?" Gamora asked.

"I mean, yeah. It's an easy 20,000 units. Just dig around in some rubble and hope you find a dead guy. Ain't exactly rocket science." Rocket's frowned. "And they weren't my friend."

"I mean, you offered 20,000 units for their dead body, that kinds sounds like a friend, or at least an acquaintance." Peter gave him a sheepish smile.

Rocket glared at him, before rolling his eyes, "It doesn't matter what we were, she's dead now, capiche?"

"What is this Capiche you speak of?" Drax asked, confused.

Quill groaned, rolling his eyes, "Drax, C'mon man-"

"They are coming back." Gamora said, causing Rocket to quickly turn back to look at the approaching figures.

"They bring a third person with them." Drax says, squinting.

"Maybe that's the person carrying her? She wasn't exactly big." Rocket frowned.

"...the third figure is quite small as well, and she appears to be walking fine." Gamora said, her eyes widening in suprise.

"What the hell are you talking about, Gam?" Rocket frowned, before focusing carefully on the figures.

He had expected to see a short women, perhaps a dwarf, carrying an even smaller box; that if which held what remained of his love.

What he didn't expect to see was-

"Holy shit, it that a fucking otter?!"

...

Well, Peter explained it better than Rocket could've.

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