Name: Jason Geoz Quill.

Race: 1/3 Alvadorian 1/3 Kree and 1/3 Terran.

Age: Thirteen Terran years old.

Parents: Gamora and Peter Jason Quill.

Eyes: bright amber.

Hair: Dark brown with red streaks.

Companions: Royce Raccoon, Treyalin and Korzoi Belladonna and Kestrel Night.

Siblings: Ashyryver Meredith Quill

Goal: To become the next leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Jason's P.O.V

I half-listened to Royce's school jabber as we sat in my room together, talking. "By the way, I heard from Nemi that Kyle was kissing Isyss one time."

"Isyss Falls?" I questioned.

"I KNOW RIGHT?! It's crazy especially since that chick kicked me once. And Kyle is that guy who likes to beat you up, right?"

"Gee, thanks for reminding me. And yes." It's true. Kylen Lazer did have a habit of doing that.

"Jerks hook up with jerks." she continued.

For her small body, Royce had a lot of fire inside of her. She had black and silver fur with the occasional patch or streak of chestnut. Her bright eyes were big and brown. Being the daughter of Rocket Raccoon, she was no taller than a fourteen inches and was a raccoon of ten years old.

I'm the son of Starlord. I know. I live on the starship Milano. My life couldn't be any further from normal. when my parents go to work they're going to war.

This means that my friends and I are destined to pick up the legacy and become guardians ourselves. I know a lot of people would give up their souls to be in our position. I can't imagine why.

"Oh my gosh, did you see the texts that girl was sending everyone in the whole school?" demanded Royce, dramatically.

You can't even imagine the school life of the son of Starlord. The rumors for one thing. Everyone posts stuff like, "Yo' daddy cheats on yo' mama!" and "Your dad's a player". Not to mention the cross-breed comments. They call me things like "mutt" and "mongrel". I don't care. They can smack-talk all day but they only do it because they're jealous. At least, that's what Royce says.

"Uhh . . . who?" I asked.

"AKISHA FINNER!" she smacked me in the face.

"Have you been listening to a word I've been saying?" asked Royce, irritated.

I paused. "I can't lie to you." I finally replied guiltily.

She shrugged. "Whatever, I don't blame you."

Royce is my best friend and probably always will be. One of the advantages of living like this is the fact that I live with my friends. We try to avoid having school friends for obvious reasons. We can barely keep the media off of our backs. Poor Kestrel Night can't take it. He's always been shy and when half a dozen reporters ambush us walking to school, the little guy practically has a heart attack.

Probably the reason I get beat up so often is because they know I can fight. (I don't mean to brag but I did learn from the best.) Which is the very reason why I can't fight back. I know I'll actually hurt them. Bruises and bleeding noses heal faster than broken bones.

My mother says that one day when I come home from school I'm going to kill her just because of my appearance.

I guess it's easier for Royce. You can't see her bruises, all the same, her dad can tell when she's been beaten probably because he beats her himself so many times. Royce's mother left her on the street just a few months after she was born, then she spent nine years as a street kid before her father found her, brought her home and took her in. Best thing that ever happened to her. Even if they fight sometimes.

I have a sister who's four years younger than me. She's nine. Her name's Ashryver but everyone calls her Ash. Royce's baby sister is named Asteroid and she's like five months old. I share a room with Kestrel and Korzoi but I don't even know where they are at the moment.

"You know, I hate the people that judge us because of our parents. As if it's my fault that my mom was a terrorist and yours that your dad was a tramp."

I grabbed my pistol and pointed it at the small she-raccoon. "Watch it with that, Royce. I'm serious." I warned.

"Okay, okay! Cool it, man." she raised her palms to me and I lowered the gun.

When I got my first weapon when I was eleven I was elated and shot it everywhere. (had it taken from me twice for that) Now I have a dagger and two small guns. All the boys particularly the comic book nerds were jealous. Even Royce had a rifle and she's three years younger than me. I do consider the other "Next Generation Guardians" (as we were called by the school, our parents and the media), my siblings. After all I did grow up with them, how could I not?

"When you do command us all, JQ I am going to be your second-in-command right?" Royce asked, slyly.

"Yes, Royce. Duh. Who else would I pick? Treyalin and Korzoi are too busy trying to kill each other all the time to concentrate on much else and I don't even want to think about Kestrel."

Royce laughed. It was true that Treya and Korz turned everything into a competition and had to draw weapons for everything but what else could one expect from the children of Drax the Destroyer? Royce had several nicknames for every one of us. Treya and Korzoi were "The twins" "T and K" etc. I was "Quill Junior", "Starlord Junior", "JQ" (that one I don't mind) "Junior", "Da Boss" etc. We just let her do it. It's all fun and games . . . until it's not.

Royce tapped something on her phone. "I just told Finner to shut up."

"Is there a reason why I should care?" I inquired.

"No, but I'll tell her you said hey." she giggled.

True, Akisha did get annoying sometimes and she was too popular for her own good but I couldn't help it if I had a little bit of a crush on her. Royce says she'll never get near me because of who I am. Also Royce doesn't like her. AT ALL. True Akisha was one of those people who'll will make fun of us because of heritage but she was also beautiful with sleek purple hair and lavender eyes. Betian by birth hence her tail and horns which she was immensely proud of.

"Forget it, Junior. You're too good for her. You don't need some chick who will hang out with you for a couple days, let you dote on her for a week then break your heart and stab you . Trust me. I know."

I thought about this for a minute. "You just quoted my dad." I raised my eyebrows.

Royce thought about this for a minute. "Your dad knows what he's talking about when it comes to chicks!"

I threw something at her. "Yuck, Royce!"

"Tell me I'm wrong." she shrugged. "Besides, if one person warns you they're a red flag you think about it all night then in the morning you forget they ever said it. Two people warn you they're a red flag, then for the love of Morag, Junior, THEY'RE A RED FLAG!"

Name: Royce Lightning Raccoon.

Race: Procyonid.

Age: Ten Terran years old.

Parents: Sarah Lightning and Rocket Raccoon.

Eyes: Chestnut brown.

Fur: Black, silver with brown patches and streaks.

Companions: Jason Quill, Treyalin and Korzoi Belladonna and Kestrel Night.

Siblings: Asteroid Amethyst Raccoon.

Goal: To bring glory to herself, her family and the Guardians of the Galaxy. (and while she's at it prove that bigger isn't always better.)

Royce's P.O.V

should've." I bitterly growled.

"Sometimes I agree. But you don't need to get in trouble again."

"I'm always in trouble."

"We all know." Replied Kestrel. Though he had a surprising amount of muscle on him, he was shy and scared of a lot and couldn't break a rule for the life of him.

The twins were battling around their lockers. Jason was being a dork. Kestrel was worrying. Everything was normal and all was right with my universe. Another day kept peaceful by the Next Generation Guardians and their parents. Though Jason didn't really like that nickname but I loved the sound of it. He would grow too as well. I would make sure of it.

"Good thing the last class is PE and we're all BEASTS at it." it was true and you know why. I was trained by Rocket Raccoon. I've got it in the bag.

My friends and I loaded ourselves up into Jason's dad's ship which is super cool. I think so at least. Maybe Jason doesn't think of it the same way because he grew up on it. I grew up on the streets. I'm TOUGH, Baby. There's NOTHING that can beat me down. Not even the jocks that jumped Jason and I this morning. Jerks. Fact of Life: What Dad doesn't know won't hurt him.

"Hey, Dad." I said as I walked past him- or tried to.

"You got jumped again, didn't you?"

PARENTS HAVE FREAKING TELEPATHY. "No." I answered automatically.

"Royce . . ."

"Well- I- uh- . . . I can't lie to you." I said staring at the floor.

"You are perfectly capable." he cuffed me around the ear.

So that happened. I'm going to kill those boys tomorrow. I know you think I won't do it. Don't underestimate a raccoon, don't underestimate a woman, and ABSOLUTELY do NOT underestimate a raccoon-woman! Well, don't underestimate a raccoon-man either because trust me if my dad makes a threat HE MEANS IT!