Chapter eight, I have a plan!
Phoebe's point of view.
I looked around and saw guards and flying things speeding into the room. I was still stood by the table, just watching everything. Rocket had ran over to Groot and started shouting at him, looking around at all the guards. One started to walk up to me with a gun, pointing it at my head.
"Prisoner, go back to your cell now." He demanded. I raised my hands in surrender, looking at him. When he lowered his gun, I swiped my foot behind his legs and knocked him to the floor. I grabbed his gun before he could get it back, and ran off to help Rocket. A couple of more guards saw I had the gun, and trained all of theirs on me.
"Aww, this day went from bad to worse." I mumbled to myself, looking over at the guards. Somebody came behind them and grabbed one, throwing him in the air then on the floor. He fought with all of them, before grabbing one of their guns. It was the smurf from earlier.
"Creepy little beast!" He yelled at Rocket to catch his attention, then threw the gun his way. He caught it and smiled, loading it.
"Oh, yeah." He mumbled to himself, before firing at the guards and little ships floating around him and Groot. I ran to stand next to them and started shooting aswell, the force of the gun almost knocking me backwards. I smirked as I shoot around the place. I haven't had a gun that felt this good to shoot since I practiced with the ones on Yondu's ship. He was pissed for ages when I accidentally shot a member of the crew. It wasn't my fault he got in my way.
"Rocket, there's too many!" I yelled, looking up at him, worriedly.
"We're just waitin' for your ass of a brother and that green bitch to come back!" He yelled down at me, still shooting.
Gamora came running onto one of the platforms near Groot, holding the thing he needed.
"Rocket!" She yelled at him, before throwing a rectangular piece of metal with wires sticking out of it at him. He immediately started to fiddle with it and the batteries, joining them together somehow.
"Move to the watchtower!" He yelled, looking down at me and Gamora. He mumbled something to Groot I couldn't hear, then Groot turned to me. He wrapped his branches around my waist lightly, and lifted me up onto his shoulder. It reminded me of earlier when we first met, only this time it was to be safer, I guessed.
"Thanks." I mumbled, earning a grin from Groot.
"I am Groot."
Groot grew his branches longer and longer until he had reached a platform by the watchtower. Me and Rocket got off of him, quickly followed by Gamora.
"Why do you need the leg?" I asked him, seeing Peter run through the crowd with the leg. Rocket sniggered.
"I don't. It's just funny." He started laughing, making me start giggling when I saw Peter climbing up Groot holding the leg. After Peter, followed...the smurf? Once all of us were together, we went into the watchtower.
In the watchtower, a guard sat at the desk, controlling most of what was going on down where we were. The guard looked at all of us helplessly, and raised his hands when I pointed the gun at him. Peter knew I was just trying to scare him, and shook his head, making me grin at him. Groot wrapped his branches around the man and threw him out of the room, the door shutting behind him.
"No need to make him crap his pants, Phoebe." Peter said, though he was grinning. I just winked.
"Spare me your foul gaze, woman." A deep voice grumbled from behind me. I turned around and sighed. He had come with us after all.
"Why is this one here?" Gamora asked, gesturing to him as if he wasn't there.
"We promised he could stay by your side until he kills your boss. I always keep my promises, when they're to muscle-bound whack-jobs who'll kill me if I don't." Peter explained, looking from him to Gamora. I rolled my eyes. Peter stepped forward towards Rocket.
"Here you go." He dropped the leg on the desk in front of him. I giggled.
"Oh I was just kidding about the leg, I just need these two things." Rocket grinned again.
"What?" Peter yelled.
"No, I thought it'd be funny. Was it funny? Wait, what did he look like hopping around on one leg?" Rocket started laughing, seeing Peter's face.
"I had to transfer him 30, 000 units!" Peter yelled, making me laugh harder. Peter looked at me and scowled. Rocket only laughed harder.
"How are we going to leave?" The big guy asked from the back of the room.
"Well he's got a plan, right? Or is that another thing you made up?" Peter asked, scowling at Rocket as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"I have a plan! I have a plan!"
"Cease your yammering and relieve us from this irksome confinement." The big guy ordered, making me turn around and look at him, one eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, I'll have to agree with the walking thesaurus on that one." Peter said, making me snort. Thesaurus looked at Peter and gave him a deathly glare.
"Do not ever call me a thesaurus." He ordered, making Peter raise his hands.
"It's just a metaphor, dude." My brother mumbled.
"Yeah, Peter, you heard the smurf." I mumbled, looking at Peter when he glared at me, laughing.
"Don't call me a smurf, either." He glared at me this time, making Peter chuckle.
"Yeah, Phoebe." He mimicked me, turning back to Rocket after.
"His people are completely literal. Metaphors are gonna go over his head." Rocket mumbled, still fiddling with wires and stuff at the front of the room.
"Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast, I would catch it." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Rocket sent me a look, meaning something like 'told you so'.
"I'm gonna die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy." Gamora spoke up, not to anybody in particular.
I walked to the front of the watchtower and saw guards piling into the room, carrying humungous guns, and pointing them all at the watchtower.
"Ahh shit." I mumbled.
"Those are some big guns." Peter stated.
"On my command!" The leader bellowed. "Number one!" A gun fired and hit one of the side windows, making me flinch. I knew how serious the situation was, then. Peter reached out and grabbed my hand, and squeezed it reassuringly.
"Rodent, we're ready for your plan." Gamora looked at Rocket.
"Hold on!" Rocket shouted, sounding as panicked as I felt.
"Number two!" Another shot fired and hit the glass, this time making it crack slightly. I flinched again, staring in horror down at the guns.
"I recognise this animal. We'd roast them over a flame lit as children. Their flesh was quite delicious." Big guy mumbled from behind me. In any other situation I would've laughed, but I was scared shitless at that moment, so I just let it pass by my ears.
"Not helping!" Rocket yelled.
"Number three!" The glass cracked even more, making me start to panic.
"All fire on my command!" My eyes went wide as I looked around panicky. There was nowhere to hide. We were going to die. I gripped Peter's arm tightly and squeezed my eyes shut, his other arm wrapping around me.
"One! Two! Three!" I flinched, expecting to hear the firing of all the guns in sink, the smashing of the glass, and the yelling of people. But nothing. I opened my eyes and gasped at what I saw. Guards, guns, items, and prisoners started to float into the air.
"He turned off the artificial gravity, everywhere but in here." Gamora said, looking around in wonder. I sighed in relief, my posture relaxing immediately. Peter rubbed my arm, and when I turned to look at him he grinned.
Rocket fiddled around with some more buttons, and the watchtower started to make noises. The ground shook, and there was a loud crackling noise. The place jolted upwards, and somehow I realised Rocket had detached the watchtower. He flew it through the prison, until he reached the holding bay at the front of the prison where all of our stuff was kept.
"I told you I had a plan." He mumbled when he landed the 'ship'.
"That was a pretty good plan." Peter complimented.
"Agreed." I mumbled, seeing Rocket grin.
Chapter eight for you all. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it took a while to write since I have to check the lines with the movie script. I loved this scene on the movie, so I'm soooo sorry if it wasn't like it is in the film. Please can you leave suggestions for future chapters, because I'm not sure where to place Phoebe. In the part where Peter goes to Yondu's ship, I didn't know if she should go too, or go with Rocket. I like the idea of her going with Peter, but I'm not sure how I'd write it. Also, I was wondering if once I've finished all the chapters from the first movie, if I should have something completely original in between that and the second movie. Don't worry, I do plan for this to go on for a while, but I'm a bit stuck on that, so suggestions and help would be very appreciated. Thank you all for liking this story so far, it's really fun to write. Thank you for reading!
-Bambie.
