Rocket fought against the grip Gamora had on the back of his suit, the collar choked a bit, but nothing to stop him from swinging and twisting to get out of the hold she had. This definitely felt real and he wasn't enjoying it. Quill had told her to be rough enough to be believable and Rocket suspected she was getting back at him for leaving his guns laying around outside her quarters. Growling curses under his breath, he kept squirming and attempting to pull against her hold.

"You stupid broad, let me go! Quill, what the hell is this?!" Rocket strived to push himself to sound angry and betrayed, it wasn't too hard just think back on stuff he'd rather not remember and he had all the motivation he needed, "What the hell happened to your damn teamwork and trust and crap? Put me down, ya stupid green-"

"Oh shut it, Rat. You think we don't know what you did?" Quill whipped around his helmet still on, Rocket was positive the jerkass was smiling his stupid head off trying not to laugh under there. "You cost us jobs, money, and almost got us killed. I don't care if you can build weapons, I don't need a two-faced cheat and self-centered prick on my ship."

"What? Not enough room fer two of us?" Rocket glared at Quill, willing himself to forget this was his teammate and friend, he needed to make this believable.

Gamora gave him a shake, "You really do talk too much." Rocket grunted at the shake, normally it wouldn't have bothered him but it had pulled at the skin around his cybernetics. While they didn't hurt anymore under normal situations, if the skin got too tight they tended to cut open.

Quill shook his head, "Don't rough him up too much, I want as much for him as I can get"

The sound of someone clearing their throat, Rocket pulled his eyes away from Quill and looked past him. Quill turned around as well only to find a light pink Arcturan woman stood waiting. She was dressed rather professionally in a black suit and skirt, her brown hair pulled into a bun. "Star-Lord, I presume?"

"You're the woman from the call." Quill seemed surprised obviously finding her more attractive in person, and Rocket rolled his eyes.

The Arcturan woman smiled lightly and nodded, "I assume this is your crewmate and the Stock we discussed?"

"Stock? You're gonna sell me? Quill you utter piece a-" Rocket yelped as Gamora gave him another hard shake.

"I will muzzle you if you don't shut up." Rocket glanced back at her, she was really good at this, Gamora's face was as readable as a brick wall, and she didn't look like she was in much of a mood to put up with anything. If Rocket didn't know this was a rouse, he'd believe it himself. Gamora looked like she could throw him off a bridge and not bat an eye. Rocket felt his hackles and tail fur raise, he hadn't even meant to but the situation was right for it.

"Yeah that's him, don't let his size fool you, he's going to be worth it." Quill's voice pulled Rocket's eyes back forward and back to what he was supposed to be doing. Rocket quickly started taking in details of the station. The docking bays appeared to be built for larger transport vessels, as large walkways stood suspended from the ground easily 15 feet in the air. That made sense for the amount of slaves that were supposedly getting shipped through the place. While the station held an older feel to it, it was obviously well maintained, which wasn't the best news for Rocket, that meant the systems would be newer. Newer systems meant more actual trying to hack the systems than just popping them open and rewiring them.

"If reports about him are accurate, I'm sure my Employer will be happy to make a deal," She smiled politely before spinning on her heel, "This way, please, He is a busy man and doesn't like to be kept waiting." She quickly started away, Quill and Gamora followed. At the movement Rocket quickly took again to shouting obscenities at Gamora and Quill, struggling and squirming against Gamora's grip. There were guards freakin everywhere, Rocket couldn't believe the security in this place, and the amount of races they had working here was staggering. Roclites, Skrull, Kree, Reptoids, even some Ergons. This job was either gonna be fun as all hell, or a huge pain in his tail.

The secretary led them through halls and halls of what looked like offices, so it must have been the staff area. Even the security out here seemed overdone. Out of the corner of his eye a room caught his eye, several server systems sat in the room with various live feeds playing into the various computers. Jackpot. Looked like all he'd need to get in was a security key, that'd be easy enough.

Another set of doors and suddenly the whole feel of the station shifted. Any curses left on Rocket's lips died quickly at the figure in front of them. A Gramosian man sat behind a desk, typing away at a computer. While he looked like a normal business man, something about him rubbed Rocket the wrong way. There was something seriously majorly wrong with this guy. The man looked up as the secretary left and shut the door behind herself. Rocket couldn't help but tense slightly as the the dark blue-black humanoid looked over him before turning his eyes to Quill.

"Star-Lord, I presume? A pleasure to meet you, forgive me if I don't stand I'm a busy man. I'm under the impression you wish to sell something?"

Quill gave him a nod, "I wasn't sure if you were in the market for vermin."

Rocket's eyes narrows and twisted angrily. The Broker glanced back at Rocket, giving him an appraising look. "His coat seems a bit mangy, seems like it wouldn't be worth much."

"He'd be worth more alive," Quill stepped up to the desk, dropping a decent sized gun in front of the broker, "He may be a traitor, but he can build like you wouldn't believe."

The Broker took it in his hands and looked over the gun, checking each piece carefully. "Indeed it can, It's arrest records are correct? He's escaped every prison he's been in?"

Quill nods, but before he can say anything Rocket finally spoke up, "You lousy good fer nothin ass! I'll kill you for this, Quill! I'll break out an I'll kill you!" Rocket bared his teeth in an angry snarl as Quill glanced back at him. The Broker smiled slightly, man that shit was demented. He was enjoyin this.

Quill just shook his head and gave a small nod to Gamora, Rocket suddenly felt her let go and he fell a good few feet to the ground. Before the thud of him dropping could even register, Gamora's foot was on his back. "I told you to be quiet, Rodent."

"That won't be necessary," The broker finally stood, staring at Quill, "I'd prefer the merchandise not damaged before I've paid for it," 'It'... Rocket bristled angrily at that word, he kept calling Rocket 'It'. That cinched it for Rocket, this guy was a grade 'a' asshole. "How would 3,000 units sound?"

"3,000? You're joking right?" Quill sounded offended, like actually annoyed at the offered price. Rocket gave himself a mental headshake, this wasn't real, just part of the plan. To be fair though, he was a little insulted too, Rocket thought he was easily worth more, "He's at least worth 50k." Ah there we go, that's better.

"10 thousand." Jackass.

"You're out of your mind. 35" Still better than three thousand.

"25 is my final offer," The broker sounded pissed, and likely wouldn't take a higher price than that. Quill went quiet as he thought it over.

"Gamora, whad'you think, 25 sound good?"

Rocket felt her shift her weight, "Definitely more than we'll get from the other guys."

"25 it is, it's a pleasure doing business with you... Mr...?" Quill offered out a hand, and the Broker just stared at it before narrowing his eyes and looking back up at Quill's face.

"You don't need to know my name. The units are being transferred as we speak," With that, the Broker moved to the door at the back of his office and pressed a button, after a moment of nothing happening, a larger red skinned Ergon came in, "Take the merchandise will you? And be gentle, we don't need it damaged." The Ergon nodded and made his way towards Gamora, who moved her foot. Rocket decided then, he needed to improvise a bit. Quick as he could he scrambled out from under Gamora and charged Quill.

Quill must have been stunned because he didn't move, not that it mattered. Rocket got all of four steps be for the Ergon grabbed and pinned him to the ground. Rocket let out a very undignified grunt as the Ergon so rudely picked him up by the scruff of his neck.

"A bit feistier than I had expected, I'm sure we can handle it," the Broker set down the gun before moving to his computer. He quickly typed something out, and hit enter, "the units should be in your account now. Thank you for your business, Mr. Quill, we'll take it from here."

Rocket squirmed uncomfortably in the guard's grip, the pain from his back indicating he had ripped open an old wound. As the Ergon walked Rocket out of the room, he couldn't hear Quill's reply. He thought for a second, though, that he saw a flicker of worry on Gamora's face. He brushed it off as the door closed behind him and the guard, he prolly imagined it.

Phase One complete, he was in.