"You MORON!" POW! The Ravager Captain hits Gef so hard, his goggles fly right off his head and Kraglin catches them as they fly by him.

Half-nut giggles wildly and shoves Gef back toward their Captain.

"You jeop'rdized three quarters of a billion units tenderizin' that boy," Yondu yells, waving to the boy in question.

Any disciplinary action draws a crowd, even to med-bay, and the assembled pirates boisterously agree with their clan leader. "YEAH!" "You tell 'em!" "Cap's right!" "AYE!" "Dammit, Gef!"

Gef blubbers and quakes as he stands before his Captain and clan. "I, I, I..." but Yondu claps a hand on his shoulder, silencing him. A look from the Captain quiets the rest of them as well.

"We're launching a full-scale raid on a Tivan Group mining station in two hours," Udonta hollers so his men can hear him, he gives his First Mate a meaningful glance.

"Ev'ryone better be ready!" Kraglin yells, reinforcing his Captain's words. The Ravagers rumble with assent.

"There are three things we're after on this mission!"

"Three of 'em! ...Shut up, Vorker," Kraglin slaps the pirate next to him, "You know what they are!" Again, the men concur.

Yondu glares at Gef, who now seems confused as to whether or not he's in trouble. "One of those things," the Captain says, "A very powerful field inversion device, has to be carried through 438 meters of ventilation shafts to be planted where we need it!" Yondu looks over the crowd, "And who do you think's doin' that job?"

"QUILL!" the Ravagers cheer. Gef flinches at the cry and blinks his beady eyes, rapidly, at his blurry comrades. He definitely knows he's in trouble now.

"Now, Gef," Yondu growls, he wraps an arm around the rotund pirate's shoulders and turns him to face his victim, "Does 'at skinny, little thing look 'e c'n shimmy through 400 meters of ducting right now?"

Gef rubs his surprisingly under-sized eyes and blinks at the scene before him, "Uh... mmm... well..." There's a tap on his arm and his goggles are pushed into his hand. Gef pulls them on, quick as he can, and looks again; he cringes at what he sees, "...No."

Peter stands on a lighted platform, dressed only in his Underoos; or, more accurately, Oblo holds Peter upright on the scanner, since the child can't do it on his own. Massive, blue and purple bruises cover the boy's body; they spread from sickly yellow impact-points at most of Quill's joints, making him seem sharp and misshapen. The molding from the bottom of the crate has left a swiftly purpling impression on Peter's stomach, and the rest of him has a slightly grayish tone from the sheer number contusions. Gef can't even tell if the kid's conscious.

Yondu leans close to his wayward subordinate, "Say that for me ag'in, Gef. Do you think Mr. Quill, here, is capable of doin' his job right now?"

"M'no..." Gef's chin trembles.

"NO!" Yondu socks Gef in gut, doubling him over, and the Ravagers laugh. The Captain kicks Gef's leg, dropping the bearded pirate to the floor. "If that kid can't do his part when I need him," Yondu grabs Gef's lapels, forcing him meet his angry, red gaze, "I'm parin' you down an' you puttin' you through those vents!"

A mean, low, "Ooooo," ripples through the gathered faction.

"Get him outta here!" the faction leaders shouts, and shoves Gef toward his comrades, "We gotta siege ta ready!" The Ravagers cheer and yell and drag Gef along as they storm out of the med-bay to prepare their ships. "Kraglin!"

"Cap'n. Everything's good on her end," the First Mate says before he heads off to oversee their final preparations.

"Half-nut, Brahl" Yondu calls to his bodyguards, "You know what I want."