The room was huge, with a lot of aliens sitting around a large round table. The table had no center, and in the middle of the empty space there was another round table.

That table was much smaller, and it had the easily recognizable gear of the Guardians of the Galaxy displayed upon it.

There were Rocket's jetpack and pocket dimension storage vial, and there were Quill's element blasters lying alongside Gamora's sword and several articles of clothing. Drax felt anger fill him once more as he realized that they had even stripped the rodent of his small garment.

Next to the table, holding Quill's thrusters in his hands, stood the tall yellow alien Jaifo. He was shoulder to shoulder with a fatter yellow alien that Drax presumed to be his father.

"You made it!" He shouted at Drax from across the room, completely ignoring Quill.

"Jaifo, who is that?" The father appeared to be annoyed.

"His name is Thanosa, and he missed the last auction, so I let him in to buy between auctions." Jaifo seemed oblivious to his father's displeasure and the looks that Drax's fake name received. "Did you find anything that caught your attention?"

"His name is what?" One of the aliens on the side spoke snidely, while Drax answered loudly.

"I looked, but I have not yet decided. For this reason I have come to the auction."

"Well great!" Jaifo grinned. "Please, have a seat!" Then he turned to Quill. "You may go now- … eh … Gora?" He squinted at the human. "Are you all right? Your skin is looking really … pale."

"I'm good." Quill spoke in a fair approximation of the pink guard who Drax had taken the uniform from.

"Huh … well if you feel sick, you know you can call it in, right?" Jaifo apparently personally knew the guard whom Star-Lord was impersonating. It was a miracle that he hadn't immediately recognized that Quill was not the same man. Drax knew that it was time to get their attention back on him.

"How much is the sword?" Drax practically shouted it, causing many of the creatures around him to jump nervously.

"Ah, yes, the weapon of the Daughter of Thanos." Jaifo smiled, revealing many sharp teeth, as he unsheathed and lengthened it. "74 million units."

"This is most expensive." Drax could see Quill shuffling around the edge of the room quietly, passing other security guards with whispered words and apologies. "What about the blaster?"

"Of course!" One of Star-Lord's blasters was held up so that all could easily see it. "A fine example of Spartaxian workmanship, but unfortunately useless in all hands but those of the one who it was made for. It is coded to the DNA of the Spartaxian Prince, Star-Man."

Star-Lord's pout was visible even from the other end of the room. "How much?" Drax persisted, and Jaifo's father seemed surprised by his continued interest.

"But … It is useless to you."

"Yes, but I want it." Drax could see that Quill was now in position behind the two slavers.

"Well … how about 10 thousand units?" Jaifo offered, and Drax could see Quill frowning, no doubt considering his weapons to be worth far more.

"I do not think it is worth that many. I will pay only 5,000."

"10,000 or nothing." Jaifo's father sneered, and Drax immediately replied.

"I will take it for nothing, then."

"No, that's not what- ugh." Jaifo pressed his fingers above his nose, but never got to finish his thought, as Star-Lord himself spoke up then.

"I'll buy it for 10,000."

Both father and son turned in surprise, and the older alien cocked an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be on duty right now?"

"Look, I'll pay you for it." Quill said it quickly, pulling a credit sheet out of his pocket and activating it easily. Drax knew that it could not have been his, but he swiftly managed to enter into it and transfer the units out. "Then I'll just take it and go back to work."

"Why would you want this useless thing?" Jaifo seemed entirely unable to believe what was happening. "Are you sure you're feeling all right, Gora?"

"I just think Star-Lord is amazing. Why wouldn't I want to own his gun?"

"Hahahaha!" Jaifo's father threw his head back to laugh properly, and Drax saw that he and his son were now completely turned away from him. "What in Sulayii could you have seen in the weakest member of those foolish Guardians?"

"Well, a cool looking gun, for one thing."

Drax could see Star-Lord's hand trembling a little as he reached for his weapon, and the Destroyer felt himself relax marginally when his fingers closed on it.

"A useless piece of junk." Jaifo's father shook his head. "I'm beginning to think that my son is correct, Gora. You must not be feeling well to want something that will profit you so little."

"Not so little as you'd think."

Quill's lips quirked up, and that was the only warning anyone had before the blasts erupted from his newly returned blaster.

"Now, Drax!"

The Kylosian wasted no time in leaping over the table, his knives quickly taking out several people before he threw Quill his other gun.

The human caught it and quickly encased a large part of the security guards in ice before Drax activated his helmet and threw it at him whole.

The Destroyer didn't watch to see if Quill had caught that as well, instead quickly turning on Rocket's vial, absorbing the rest of the items on the table before taking out three more guards.

He turned to see Quill taking out more guards as they poured in. "Activate it, Drax!" The human shouted at him, and there were many screeches of pain as his targets were hit. "It should leave us five minutes to get- ugh, to- to get out!" Star-Lord took out the guard that had hit him, but the Kylosian could hear that it had robbed him of his voice.

Drax wasted no time in activating Rocket's bomb, certain that it would take out the room and all of the people in it.

"Star-Lord, do you have the information that you need for Nova Corps?" He took out five more guards as he shouted his question, and turned to see Quill wearing his normal mask, reaching into the fat yellow alien's pocket to retrieve what must have been the data chip that they needed.

"I'll just be taking this."

The aliens struggled against the ice that Star-Lord had trapped them within. "Kill them! Kill them both!"

Drax shouted angrily at the next wave of security. "I am Drax the Destroyer, and I will not lose my family again! No one shall take them from me!" He tore back the hood on Gamora's cloak, and saw some of the guards recognize him as fear filled their eyes.

"Impossible!" Jaifo was scowling, his yellow face orange with betrayal. "They told us that the Destroyer would come in to kill us, not to trick us! They told us that he was a fool who took everything literally!"

"Well. Looks like whoever they are, they don't know him at all." Star-Lord covered the rest of the room in ice, cutting off whatever reply he had been about to get. "Drax! Let's get outta here!"

The Kylosian lost no time in clearing a path through the guards. They were all pouring in through the door, and it was much easier to deal with them when he knew where they were coming from and could so quickly identify them.

Quill must have been correct in his supposition that their previous battle against the RSR had been an ambush, and the thought made Drax roar. "I tire of your pathetic armies! We are the Guardians!" He plowed angrily into the mob, and heard Star-Lord shout from behind.

"You guys realize that this whole room is set to blow, right? I would be running away if I were you losers!"

Drax was fairly certain that it was his large stature and angry face that caused the guards to change directions, and not Quill's bomb threats. Yet he knew that time was of the essence with the bomb ticking, and so did not mention it.

It was time for them to leave.