OK so I didn't know about Yonduweek on ao3, so I am one day behind and managed to get these done in one day! All but the last one tale place in the Signs that Yondu Cares Series. So I guess count this as Part 16! Some are pre and post film and an intermixed with the regular series.

The Signs That Yondu Cares Part 16

Slavery. Facing the Past

Yondu woke up early the same way he always did before a mission. But this was one he had planned and now would be executed. If he were capable of feeling, he would have been excitement like many others, but he was past all that.

There had been some speculation to how he would react to the mission, and the Kree teaming up with the Badoon. But to everyone surprise or lack of it, Yondu just kept his face impassive.

Sitting up on the bed, which was nothing more than a rickety frame in nothing more than a cage. It was so hot the moisture dripped from the walls, and his entire body was usually slick with sweat. But he was granted his own, for being a fucking good slave, and that what all he was.

These were the moments he allowed himself to get down, away from prying eyes. Yondu had learned the hard way not to show emotion, never demonstrate that you cared.

Running his hand over the remains of his crest, he let himself wonder if they would even notice, even remember it. He certainly did.

Being five and having it sheared off and screaming, even though he begged them to stop. His fin was discarded just like the rest of him, when he was shoved in a cage, and his new life began.

Standing up he stretched his naked body out, and through the reflective metal of the cage, Yondu caught his full profile, at twenty he knew he was the perfect specimen of his species.

If he closed his eyes, he could look back and remember his bastard of a father, and how much Yondu resembled him, no doubt he wouldn't remember him.

Then again Yondu had blocked most of it out and didn't remember his tribe and that was saying something.

With thick muscles, battle-scarred and handed, there was no way anyone would fuck with him today, and that was certain.

Sniffing the air, there was a scent of musk which had travelled down the air vents, so someone in the vicinity was having sex. There were no sounds so that meant it could only be Keiveais, their Kree minder, having his way with another slave that morning.

That was typical, most of the time, they didn't scream, and only when Keiveais wanted them too. Yondu had learned that at the age of ten, well he could have been ten, he wasn't sure.

All Yondu knew what he had been told, and remembered the pain and the blood being picked up off the floor like a rag and being instructed never to show how much he was hurting, and just lie there and deal with it. It had hurt for a while, but he had learned to be indifferent almost bored, and that had kept him alive until now.

Whipping his body down with a rag, putting all thought of sex out of his mind, Yondu dressed quickly in the black battle armour,

It did nothing for his height, but with the thick metal across his body, he knew he looked impressive, dangerous even and he liked it.

He had deliberately forgone a helmet, even though they were standard, today they would see him, see everything they had done to him.

Leaving his cell, he joined the rest of the slaves by the entrance to the Kree ship hanger. Most of them were dressed in the same armour, but all separated for Yondu and waited for the final crew member.

They saw that it was Jquzelei, aged about fourteen winching slightly, with a bruise on his face followed by Keiveais, who just looked like he was smirking, his whip and blaster having been thrown on in haste.

On any other day, then it would have been Yondu, but Jquzelei had to learn sometimes, Yondu thought indifferently, as the men stood and watched the planet appear in view and the lush greenness of Plysa Forest. Which instantly transported Yondu back to his youth.

"The Badoon want a rare mineral called oneyexia, can only be found in one area on Centauri IV near a small Centaurian village, which looks like it only has a few individual, seems like famine whipped most of them out years ago. Your orders Yondu?" Someone asked him.

Yondu took a breath, as the Badoon was waiting for them, hit with the air of his planet ripped apart from, him. If he closed his eyes, he would be catapulted back there, with a family who thought loved him. Instead in unlocked his blaster and stared at both Kree and Badoon.

"Kill all of them."

To Be continued entitled A Pirates Life