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The bleeps represent swear words, but I chose to take out choice words. Deal with it.
Chapter One
Peter Quill jumped on a metal saucer from the junkyard and slid down a sand dune, glancing behind him and panting hard. The sand stung his eyes and he cursed this world for all it's sand. It was absolutely necessary that he come here, though. He heard shouting behind him and looked back.
"Oh, bleep." He muttered. The men were coming. He could not see their faces, because of the long billowing scarves they wore to spare their faces from the wind and sand. A spear thudded down in the sand next to him. He grabbed it and turned around and chucked it back at the men. It whistled as it flew through the air, an arc of deadly...well...death. One made a choking sound that Peter had heard altogether too often and fell to the ground. Peter slid to a stop, and abandoning the saucer, grabbed the precious knapsack he carried and ran. Then he turned to face the Junkers. They were the people that came to forage for anything they could possibly sell for a penny or two. The Junkers did not take kindly to foreign people taking stuff from their junkyard.
The idiot leader looked at his three friends and yelled at Peter. I can literally see their spittle flying from here, he thought. He looked behind him for any signs on the shimmering desert horizon. Nothing. Looks like he would have to tough this out the classic way. He screeched like a banshee and ran at the Junkers. They were startled and wavered, but only for a second. Peter pulled out a knife and held it out in front of him. They met with a clash that resonated through the silent junkyard.
"This is gonna be fun," Peter growled to the lead Junker, his face inches from the other man's, their knives locked together. Peter shoved the Junker back and the leader staggered. Peter turned around to find the second Junker advancing on him. Peter deflected his swipe of the knife and ducked when another swung a club of bent scrap metal at his head. He swung at his fist to hit the lead Junker who had staggered to his feet again. The third sidekick reached them. Peter just stabbed him in the stomach. Done with that. He disarmed the one with the club and the Junker ran, and whirled to face the leader and his one remaining friend.
"Star-Lord! We have a proposal for you! Give us the stolen item and we will let you go without killing you!" The leader shouted. Peter laughed. They were the only ones getting hurt, besides the long scratch down his arm that he hadn't even noticed until that moment.
"No, thank you!" He shouted back, the biting wind almost carrying his voice away. the leader's eyebrows furrowed, but it was too late. Peter heard a roaring behind him and a rope dangled down in front of him. He grabbed it and used it to hoist himself up into the waiting carrier of his ship. He put two fingers to his forehead in the classic salute as the doors closed. Then Peter turned and walked into the command of his ship, where Rocket was flying.
"You were late," Peter said, clunking his bag down on a seat and swinging into the pilot's seat that Rocket had just vacated.
"Yeah, yeah. It's kinda hard to be on time when you're being mobbed by village folk." Rocket replied, scratching his face in the co-pilot's seat.
"What did you do this time?" Peter asked, yanking the steering wheel to the left to avoid a large piece of junk.
"Can't a guy ever stop for a snack break?" Rocket said, throwing his hands up in the air.
"You're not a guy, you're a raccoon," Peter said. They had discussed this many times before. Rocket huffed. Peter looked around and, seeing that they were safely out of the planet's atmosphere, switched to autopilot. He stood up and went to the back to look at is findings.
"Wellp, I'm gonna go check on baby Groot. It's been a long day and I am positively exhausted," Rocket said, stretching his furry little body.
"I did all the work! You have no reason to be tired!" Peter said in disbelief.
"Yeah, well, I still am. Plus, I got mobbed by villagers," Rocket snarled in that way of his. Peter sighed and got back to what he was looking for. Rocket went into another room to check on Groot.
Peter pulled out a contraption that, thankfully, the Junkers hadn't noticed. It was a sphere that was lying in a wrecked hull of a ship in the Junkyard. It looked like metal that had been woven together with plasma that was a dull blue. this was just what he and been looking for and needed. Peter twisted the top and the sphere popped open to reveal a complex inner with six missing parts.
The hunt was on.