Chapter 7

"What the HELL?!"

"You all wanted a fight… here it is assholes!" Gamora roared at her companions as she was taken by surprise.

"Damn it! Rocket, no more jinxing us!"

"You wanted to shoot shit too fuck-tard!"

"Peter, help over here!"

Quill turns to where Gamora is and helps shoot off two of the six pink ladies crowding his almost-sort-of-girlfriend (they really needed to settle that shit).

"Centaurians and Krylorians… what the hell?! I didn't even know Krylorian lady-warriors existed!"

"What is so special about this stupid box?!" Rocket grumbles back at Peter, switching weapons as he ducks back behind his crate.

Drax meanwhile was enjoying the fight; easily swiping the weak Krylorians out of his way as he targets the larger, heavily armored Centaurians.

Two Centaurians break the necks of three Krylorians, making witnesses cringe.

"Retreat! Ladies, retrea –" that Krylorian gets a dozen holes through her chest as the remaining girls flee through the door they entered from.

She winces as she watches the scene unravel beneath her perch,

"Ouch."

Her spot begins to shake and the crates begin to collapse underneath her as she times her leap onto the closest rafter back in the ceiling and makes her way towards the Krylorians' exit.

"Time to deploy this device." She grins. These girls were making things too easy.

She almost felt bad for their failure. They lost more than half of their makeshift group.

Timing their exit carefully, she targets one and drops the translucent device. It lands on the scared red lady's shoulder. Flashing green before turning translucent once again.

"Success."

Turning her attention back to the fight, she sees two Centaurians aiming a missile launcher in the direction of the crates, hoping to eliminate two of the team members.

"Oh no you don't assholes." In one swift movement she retrieves an arrow, draws and fires.

Rocket takes a deep breath before straining to peek over the crates to target some of these buffoons.

"Holy –"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence, or react to the missile launcher aimed in his direction as he sees the shooter suddenly drop his weapon and freeze. His entire body ensconced in thick ice.

In a blink of an eye, two more are turned to ice.

There's a moment of confusion and some hesitation from the rooms' combatants, wondering if there was another threat to watch out for.

Rocket quickly looks for the source. He sees (and feels) something fly in front of his face, startling him. He follows it's trajectory, holding his breath as he sees a Centaurian (who got too close to his dorky friend for comfort) turn to ice; weapon falling to the ground with a loud clank.

Turning towards the large, steel doors he sees another group of Centaurians charge in before the large, thick, heavy metal doors close and a lock slams into place.

The sound of more locks engaging fills the room, heard over the gunfire and chaos.

Rocket growls low in his throat, "Locked in with fifty of these idiots. Great."

Peter shouts over the fighting, "We're locked in!"

Rocket growls louder, snapping at his friend, "No shit?! Now grab that sorry bastard's gun and start –"

Gunfire cuts him off, a stray bullet whizzing too close to his furry little ears, "Damn."

Drax is thrown backwards near Peter. As he stands to defend himself he shouts to him, "Where is the green one?"

Narrowing her focus, the archer continues to aide the team from afar with her cryo-arrows. Sliding back into the shadows after a shot, she easily navigates the rafters above.

Once she saw a… what?

From behind the crates she helped to guard earlier came a small, grey and black furry creature, with patterns very similar to herself. She stared transfixed, almost losing her balance, as he gave out a battle cry and slid across the floor while dodging a torrent of bullets and simultaneously firing some of his own.

"Hooooooooyeaaaaa baby! I'm blowing this joint!" He grasps the launcher from the ground by the frozen warrior, aims and fires it across the room into a group of six Centaurians.

Her brows raise and she can't help a smirk cross her features.

"I like his style."

Then, a peach-skinned man (possibly terrain?) in leather catches her attention as he shouts and throws a device into the center of a group of Centaurian bone-heads.

She expects a blast but instead it lights up and creates an electric pull, causing the four men to be yanked into each other, trapping them effectively within the device's electro-field.

"That is ingenious… I must try to replicate that next time I'm –" her tail twitches as she leaps and rolls, dodging stay bullets as she moves along the rafters, watching the fight.

Laughing like a maniac, Rocket grabs a discarded machine-gun and fires it, mowing down the bastards.

"Dude chill out! You almost shot me!"

Roaring in laughter Rocket responds, "Then I'll just have to try harder!"

Suddenly the weapon runs out of ammo.

"Aw shit."

"Rocket."

Nearly jumping out of his furry skin he is jerked back between and behind some metal boxes and crates.

"What the hell la –"

"Rocket. Listen."

At the urgency in her voice the overzealous, mouthy raccoon shuts up.

"I've located the box. I moved it over there in that corner." She points across the warehouse.

"Looks far from here."

"Go get it. You'll be able to get the hover-cart to work. It's got some weird lock on it. I don't have the patience. So get us out of there, and take this." Gamora shoves a large weapon into his orange-clad chest and disappears into the fray.

Rocket sputters before resigning to his fate, "Awww shiiit." Looking across the space, he sees the crate. "That looks an awful lot farther than it should be." A bullet whizzes by, imbedding itself into the crate beside his head.

"Aaaaand that's my cue to move my ass." he takes off down the warehouse, leaping over boxes and weaving through stray Centaurians with his target in sight.

"This shit is so much easier with Groot." He grumbles to himself as he throws himself a few feet to avoid a collision with a behemoth.

She attempted to go around to all the doors and disable them, but it was near impossible. She couldn't even overload the circuits or electro-panels since they were nowhere in the ridiculously large room!

"They are trapped… they have something planned perhaps?"

She looks all around the room. Tuning out the noise around her, she runs her keen, dark, sapphire eyes over the space.

Suddenly she spots a Centaurian talking into his ear-piece, giving orders to his men. Narrowing her eyes for a sign of what he was doing, she sees him pull –a mask out of his side pocket.

Her eyes widened. This can't be good. Darting her gaze around the ceiling and floors of the warehouse, looking for vents or gas cani –

"Found them."

She makes her way to one of the canisters, "Knock out gas… a weaker species can die instantly from this." She mutters as she attempts to disable the device attached to it, reminding herself that she and her furry counterpart were most likely those species.

Looking over her shoulder she sees more Centaurians reaching for gas masks, and the nearest canister counting down minutes and seconds.

"Shit."