CHAPTER ONE: SO Not Normal

Name: Peter Jason Quill.

Race: One half Terran one Half Unknown.

Age: Fourteen Terran Years.

Parents: Meredith and J'ssen Quill.

Eyes: Brown.

Hair: Brownish-blonde.

Weapon of Choice: Two Photon Pistols.

Status: Criminal, ravager, juvenile.

Acquaintances and Associates: Yondu Udonta, Kraglin Obfonteri, R6, Karlee Spriggans, Sarah Lightning, Eden Worlds, Vance Astrovik.

I was thrown from side to side as I struggled to land the Sakaaran ship. I cursed loudly.

Upon coming up with an idea I blasted a hole in the ceiling and used it to jump out of it. I didn't have time to think if crashing on top of the ship was safer than crashing inside it. So here I was crouching on the roof of the ship as it hurtled threw the air closer and closer to the hard ground.

Finally, just before impact I back-flipped off the vessel with a whoop. It exploded and I escaped mostly unscathed save for a massive burn on my forearm and that was bearable. Especially considering I was a teenager going up against trained soldiers.

I had what I was sent to retrieve in a metal canister under my arm. Black nitrogen found only on Veikorr. Extremely valuable in black markets throughout the universe. What it was doing on Sakaar I don't know. It's not my job to ask questions. It's my job to get the thing, trade the thing, then give what I got for it to my Captain. Pretty simple.

I was wearing a red jacket which I kind of use as my trademark, gray jeans and a black shirt all of which were torn and scorched. My phone rang and I answered it automatically. It was some girl that I didn't remember very well.

"Oh, uh hi."

"You forgot tonight didn't you?!" she demanded angrily.

It came back. I told Chico Dunn that I'd spend tonight with her. Well I had to get black nitrogen. I wasn't going to tell her that given the fact that not only is it one of the most dangerous substances like ever it's also illegal.

"I didn't forget, Chicci-"

"Chico."

"Right, sorry. I didn't forget plans changed. My um, adoptive dad wanted me to do something else." See? I'm not lying. I'm just not telling her the whole truth.

I heard her blabber and rant on the other line tuning her out. It's not like she could ever understand. Gosh, why do girls gotta give me such a hard time about everything? I'm trying to spend time with them but I'm on Sakaar waiting to be picked up by a ravager ship. Nothing ruins a relationship like a secret illegal career.

The ship approached. "Okay look, Babe I'll make it up to you as fast as I can but I gotta go okay there are space-pirates waiting for me and their patience doesn't last long you got it?" She would think I was joking. I wasn't.

I hung up on her and boarded.

"Did you get it?" Captain Yondu Udonta inquired.

"Oh, yeah. A whole deci-kilo like you asked." I replied handing him the cylindrical canister.

As he examined it he seemed satisfied. He better be seeing as how I almost blew up gettin' it for him. R6 walked up to me. "If what I heard was true you did a pretty good job out there." stated my friend.

"Not really. Just the usual."

"Taking down over fourteen Sakaaran soldiers single-handedly is not the usual."

"Yeah, don't tell Yondu. I wasn't exactly supposed to call that much attention to myself but you know me. I can't resist."

R6 shook his head and skulked off impressed but not admitting it. We had grown up together. He was a cyborg with a metal prosthetic arm he had gotten just last year. I remembered that horrifying mission. And I was just thirteen and he was fourteen at that time. That might be why I do my missions alone except for the frequent company of various females.

He had night black eyes one of which was surrounded and framed by metal and implants. R6 had spiky black and blue hair and was somewhat skinny. We liked to joke that R6's hair was the color of our lives. (black and blue get it?)

I hadn't realized when I got it how much the burn I had gotten actually hurt. The searing pain raged throughout my arm. I threw off my jacket to get a better look at it. True, I had been through way worse and I knew it. In this job you kind of have to know you're gonna get hurt and be prepared to handle it when it does occur.

Even people who were forced into the job because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I followed Kraglin and Yondu into the door of our client. I don't know why I'm here but like I said, I don't ask questions.

"I can't imagine how you retrieved this." Zirk Cheng mused.

"We've got a guy." replied my captain.

I knew he was talking about me. WOOT WOOT. Do I know what I'm doing? HELL YEAH.

"Eight thousand units." said Cheng.

"It's worth twice that."

I tuned out the random blabber involving trade. I only need to know how that works when I'm doing the trade. Which I am actually pretty good at.

I thought about how bad Chico wanted to break up with me . . .

No. She'll act all mad then pretty soon she'll get over it and fall for me al over again. That's just how my women are.

After it was all said and done we got it for around thirteen thousand units. Personally I felt we should have gotten way more than that but that's just me and as I've learned, sometimes you got to go smaller to get something bigger.

My cut was two thousand units. Pretty decent considering.