On Xandar, the Guardians lazed around the house the Nova Corp gifted them. Petra leaned back on the couch, reading a book while Drax cleaned and sharpened his weapons across from her. Gamora was meditating in the gardens with Groot, who was enjoying the sunny day. Rocket was somewhere, probably building more bombs. A peaceful day until a knock came on the door. The redhead looked up and listened for another knock.

It came. She placed the book on the coffee table, yelling "One minute please."

She opened the door to reveal two Nova Corp soldiers standing there. "Can I help you?"

"Petra Quill?" one asked.

"Yes."

"Nova Prime sent us. We have an issue that we need you to look at."

Petra was shocked. Nova Prime promised a week long vacation while the Milano was in the shop. Now she was taking it back. So unfair.

"Let me get the other…" the ginger said.

"She asked for just you to come," the soldier interrupted.

The redhead looked back to her friends before grabbing her jacket. She wasn't going to risk their rest just because Nova Prime decided she needs Quill to do something. The Guardians worked as a team. Where one goes, they all follow. She followed the soldiers to their ship, hoping that it was nothing serious. Maybe they will not notice I left, the redhead thought to herself as the ship flew through the city.

Nova Prime was standing with Dey, waiting for the ship to land. After landing, the soldiers escorted Petra to Prime and Dey.

"Nova Prime," Petra bowed her head slightly to the woman and smiled to Dey. "Dey."

"Welcome, Miss Quill," Prime greeted, smiling at the woman. "I'm sorry we had to pull you away from your vacation. But this is important."

"What is the problem, Madam?"

"Follow me please."

Nova Prime headed back into the building, Petra jogging to catch up as Dey followed behind them. They arrived at the medical wing when the older woman gently wrapped her hand around the redhead's arm.

"Miss Quill…Petra," she started, unsure what to say to the young woman. "Prepare yourself. What is behind these doors might scare you."

Petra narrowed her green eyes at the older woman's before grabbing the handles and opening the doors. She was taken back by the scene in front of her eyes. Every bed, chair, and table held a Ravager, all injured and barely conscious.

"What the hell?" The ginger muttered, stepping over to Boolu. He was laying out on a bed, burns covering parts of his body, his cyber-eyes missing parts. She stroked her hand down his hair, soothing him.

"We do not know," Dey answered. "We picked up a distress call and followed it the Ravagers' ships. They were dead in the water. We thought we found a grave site before we picked up life signs."

"Who was it?" Petra growled, eyes flashing causing the two Xandarians to step back. "Who?"

"We don't know," he said. "We didn't recognize the blast patterns. We grabbed the survivors and hauled the ships back here."

The redhead looked around the room, searching for two people.

"Where are Kraglin and Yondu?" she demanded.

"Over here."

Dey led her over to a private screen and opened it to show Kraglin sleeping in bed wrapped in bandages. She quickly went to his side and gently grasped his hand.

"Pappa," she mutters, tears falling down her cheeks. "I'm here, Pappa."

"Pet," Kraglin groaned, waking from his drug-induced sleep. "Pet, Yondu…he…he."

She looked around and couldn't see the Ravager Captain. Not seeing him, she looked at Dey and Prime, asking, "Where is Yondu?"

Nova Prime answered, "We do not know. He was not on the ship."

"Petra," Kraglin crooked, gently pulling his daughter to him. "HE took Yondu. We tried to stop them, but we were not strong enough."

"Who is he, Pappa?" she asked.

"Your biological father," he said before letting the drugs take him under.