The following day was yet another adventure as the five of them rose again to fight yet another villain on a planet not too far away. In reality, it was a less a typical "villain" they were after, and much more the pursuit of wealth to be acquired through the dismantlement of an illegal empire.

"You guys ready?" Peter asked, a small, eager grin already spreading on his face.

"I was born ready." Rocket said, obviously excited for the action. Drax looked at him with a confused expression.

"Were you not born as a small infant, entirely unready for battle?"

Rocket sighed, but had gotten too used to Drax's inability to cope with idioms to bother at that point.

The five of them were quiet with anticipation as the ship landed on the planet they suspected their target to be based at. The target was a man named Eleanor Finsch, the 'kingpin' of a crime organization. The uncomfortably gang-like organization dealt primarily with the production of Kyrstal, a potent drug that had been recently growing in popularity. Peter could remember when he first started seeing it in seedy night clubs or bad neighborhood corners years ago, but now it was starting to spring up everywhere. The sudden success was making a man who sought their employment rather jealous. To the extent that he had seen in necessary to hire someone to remove the competition.

The airlock creaked open, letting out steam and mist made from the conflicting atmospheres. The surface of the planet was hot and muggy, the kind of environment that only seemed possible in movies in which prehistoric creatures would come back from extinction to punish man. The soil was wet and mushy, but covered in life. The five of them could feel their feet mush into the rank smelling soil the moment they stepped off. None of them were excited for the location, except for Groot that was, who looked as though he could not have been happier to be anywhere.

"It is humid." said Drax quietly, pulling his feet from the muck to take a step. Rocket rolled his eyes at him.

"Thank you captain obvious." He snorted at Drax, but couldn't keep a grin from forming on his face.

"I am not a captain, our team does not have-" He was cut off from a low hissing sound coming from Gomorrah's mouth. It was the one that suggested if silence wasn't quickly found, she was gonna kick someone. Her eyes looked fierce in the dark jungle like area, which aided in the intensity of her look. "rank." he added in a hushed tone, mainly for his own benefit. She snapped her head back in his direction, but let it slide. They were trying to be sneaky afterall.

The air was wet and warm, and had a certain unidentifiable quality that made the hair on the back of Peter's neck stand on end. The rest of the group crept behind him as he made his way in front, leading the team as always. As the procession moved forward, what could have passed as a small city came into view.

Bright, white lights that searched the sky shot out a few of the numerous towers before them. This was more than just some bust they were going on, this was taking down an empire. The plan was to coerce Elenore Finsch into stepping down, and to claim the rewards from a rival. If he refused, then a fight was in order, one that none of them would like. It was sketchy work at best, but they justified it easily when they heard the terms of reward. Peter could barely believe his eyes when he saw their generous employer's listing. "Elenore Finsch, dead or alive, 450,000 credits." Totally worth it.

Guards could be seen patrolling in the area below the stocky looking towers. They couldn't have been any taller than fifteen or twenty feet, but were still an issue regardless. Guards walked the dirty looking perimeter. In the center of what could only be described as the moderately sized fortress, was a large building with slick green walls that looked almost sickly in the low light. It stretched several stories into the air, nearly disappearing in night.

They waited quietly for the formulated plan, when one of the walking guards turned suddenly in their direction, suspicious of what might lurk in their bushes. The five of them crouched behind a hedge topped, miniscule hill that was not too far from the fortress. The guard was a young man, looked to be around seventeen. His eyes looked black as he eyed their hiding place suspiciously. The expression in them made Gomorrah a little sad, although she didn't really know why.

"He seems young for a soldier." She said quietly to no one in particular. Rocket did not feel any of the same spontaneously generated empathy that Gomorrah seemed to be experiencing.

"That's cuz' he's just a thug." He remarked, not bothering to care any further.

"I am unaware of any age limit on criminal activities." Drax added in.

Peter sighed, but didn't really have anything to say, although he was sensitive to the situation none the less.

"I am Groot."

"No, I do not care to think a little deeper into his circumstances." Rocket retorted to his friend. Gomorrah rolled her eyes at their antics, the emotional moment gone.

Peter surveyed the scenery as closely as he could. Sneaking in and out of places was not really his strong suit, but straight confrontation with the 'little boy blue' and his comrades seemed like the last thing any of them would want.

"How do we get in?" He asked Rocket confidently. The Rest of them leaned in to listen.