Peter Quill: You were on the run from a group of thugs you owed a lot of money. They had caught up with you at a club in Knowhere and you had barely escaped with all of your limbs still attached. You saw him lazing about in front of the Milano and begged him to let you on-board and fly away. He took one look at you - a slightly drunk girl obviously in trouble - and asked how badly you needed to get away. You heard your attackers getting closer and offered him five-thousand units on the spot. Peter graciously took you under his wing and the two of you have been running ever since.
Drax: Your friends had managed to drag you down to a really crowded bar to celebrate you finally leaving your dirt bag boyfriend. You remained sober while your friends got flat out wasted and started dancing like idiots. Everything was going swimmingly until a guy thought he had the right to touch you after he paid for your shot. You tried to shake him off, but he wouldn't leave you alone. You were ready to get your gun out when this big shirtless guy with red tattoos saw what was going on and decided to take matters into his own hands. Long story short you had to drag him back to his friend's ship, but you were grateful he had been there to help you out.
Rocket: You had been minding your own business at a really shady bar, downing a few drinks after a long day at work, when this fluffy little creature hops up on the bar stool next to you and takes their strongest shot like it's nothing. You had never seen anything like him before and were intrigued, so you offered to pay for one of his drinks. Rocket was a little suspicious of the kind gesture, but gladly took the free drink. The two of you chatted a little and you were fascinated by his intelligence. However, your conversation was cut short when a group of teenagers entered the bar and started harassing Rocket, grabbing at his fur and pulling his tail. Rocket was ready to blow their heads off when one of them groped at you when you tried to defend him. He lost it. He took out his gun and fired off a few rounds. The teens pissed their pants but escaped unharmed. You saw the bartender bringing out his own gun and you picked Rocket up and ran.
Groot: You were new to Xandar and you decided to explore the shops in town. Eventually, you stopped to eat lunch at a fountain with your favorite book. You had gotten so deep into the novel that you didn't notice a tall shadow fall over you. A small nudge on your shoulder dragged you out of the fictional world you were in and you looked up to see a tall tree-like man eyeing your half-eaten sandwich. You hadn't been that hungry and you offered the rest of your meal to him. He took it and sat down beside you, introducing himself before digging into the sandwich. You smiled and gave him your name before returning to your book, grateful for the shade Groot's body provided. Rocket had seen it all and was a little irritated Groot had begged for food, but he returned to looking for their next target when he saw you didn't mind. Groot really enjoyed his sandwich.