Chapter ten, Knowhere.
Phoebe's point of view.
Once I had warmed up a bit, I had grabbed my stuff from Gamora and went to get changed into my things. I smiled as I shrugged on my jacket, feeling much better.
"There we go." I mumbled to myself as I looked down at myself, smiling. I left the room I had changed in, it looked like a bedroom, but the amount of mess in it made it difficult to tell. I walked out of the room and went to go and find the others. I found Rocket fiddling with bits of scrap metal and other things.
"Hey...is that from his ship?" I asked, coming over to him and crossing my arms over my chest. He turned back to me and grinned.
"...maybe?" He shrugged then went back to what he was fiddling with.
"What even is that?" I sat down in the floor next to him and picked up a metal object on the floor. He immediately turned around and snatched it out of my hand.
"Woah, don't touch. It's a bomb." He said, placing it back on the floor where it was, then going back to what he was working on.
"A bomb? Why the hell do you need a bomb?" I asked, looking over his shoulder. He shrugged.
"You never know." He mumbled.
"Well, Peter's gonna be pissed." I said, bringing my knees up and resting my chin on them. As if on que, Peter came into the room and immediately looked at Rocket.
"Yo, Ranger Rick! What are you doing? You can't take apart my ship without asking me!" He walked over and looked at the bomb, gesturing to it. "See, what is this?"
"Don't touch that! Already had to tell this one." He jerked a thumb in my direction. "It's a bomb." Rocket shrugged.
"A bomb?" Peter asked in disbelief.
"Yup." Rocket mumbled.
"And you leave it lying around?" Peter looked at him, arms crossed over his chest.
"I was gonna put it in a box." Rocket mumbled in defence. I rolled my eyes.
"What's a box gonna do?!" Peter waved his arms about, trying to prove his point. Rocket shrugged, before going through Peter's draws. He opened the bottom one and I could see two identically wrapped presents, the only difference being the ribbons. One was blue, and the other was pink. I stared at them, a small gasp escaping my lips.
"No!" Peter stepped forward and kicked the drawer shut. "Hey! Leave them alone! Shut up." Peter met my gaze for a second, before turning back to Rocket as if nothing happened. Peter stepped forwards again and almost knocked into something.
"Hey!" Rocket yelled.
"What is that?" Peter asked, gesturing to the other object.
"That's for if things get really hardcore. Or if you wanna blow up moons." Rocket grinned.
"No one's blowing up moons." Gamora said, making me look over at her, not realising she was there.
"You just wanna suck the joy out of everything." Rocket mumbled, turning back to his work. Peter looked over to Gamora, obviously needing to talk to her, but before he could make it over there, I ran over to him quickly.
"You still have them." I whispered, earning a nod of his head.
"Yeah, of course I did." He said with a gentle smile. I smiled back, before letting him past to Gamora.
"So listen," I turned around to look at him talking to Gamora. I walked over and rested my elbows on the table, watching them. "I'm gonna need your buyers coordinates."
"We're heading in the right direction, for now." She said, looking at the orb she held in her hand. Peter sighed.
"If we're gonna work together, you might wanna start trusting me." He said, making her tear her gaze from the Orb and to him.
"And how much do you trust me?" She asked, looking at him.
"I'd trust you a lot more if you told me what this was." Peter took the Orb from Gamora's hand. "Because I'm guessing it's some kind of weapon." Peter looked at it one more, before placing it back down on the table.
"I don't know what it is." She said truthfully. Drax, which I'd heard Peter calling him earlier, picked up the Orb and looked at it, smiling grimly.
"If it's a weapon, we should, use it against Ronan." Gamora glared at him from across the table.
"Put it down, you fool, you'll kill us all." She raised her voice, looking at him.
"Or just you, murderess!" He yelled, banging the table, making me flinch and step back a bit. Gamora stepped around the table and got in his face, glaring.
"I let you live once, princess!" She yelled.
"I am not a princess!" He bellowed back, staring down at her.
"Hey!" Peter yelled, catching their attention. "Nobody is killing anybody on my ship!" He gave them both a cold, hard stare. "We're stuck together until we get the money." Drax stepped back from Gamora, still glaring, and threw the orb at Peter.
"I have no intrest in money." He said coldly, before walking away.
"Great. That means more money for the three of us." He said, looking from Rocket to Gamora.
"Hey!" I complained, pouting. He rolled his eyes.
"For the four of us." He corrected, earning a grumble from Groots direction. Peter groaned in annoyance.
"For the five of us. Partners." He said before grinning. Gamora glared at Peter.
"We had an agreement, but I'd never be partners with the likes of you two." She said, sending me and Peter a cold glare.
"What did I do?" I mumbled under my breath.
"I'll tell the buyer we're on our way." She said, walking towards the stairs. She tuned around and looked at Peter before going up them, however.
"And Quill...your ship is filthy." She gave him a look of disgust, before going up the stairs.
"Oh she has no idea." I heard Peter mumble with a chuckle once Gamora was gone. "If I had a black light, this place would look like a Jackson Pollock painting." He grinned, only getting disgusted looks from me and Rocket.
"You got issues, Quill." Rocket mumbled, shaking his head. Peter looked to me and I also shook my head.
"Why do I have to be related to you?" I asked sarcastically, earning a stupid grin from my brother.
XxX
"I swear, I don't know where they went! I swear!" The man yelled out, shaking as the blade started to cut into his throat. The blue modified woman shook her head, slowly removing the swords from the man's neck.
"If he knew where they were headed, he would have already told us." The static robotic edge on her voice tinged her words as she looked up to the blue man, staring at the two. She dropped the guard onto the floor and headed over to her 'boss'.
"Ronan, the Nova Corps sent a fleet to defend the prison." She followed after him as he started to walk down the corridor of injured men and women, having already interrogated them.
"Well, then, send Necrocraft to every corner of the quadrant. Find the Orb. Any means, any price." He ordered the woman, his deep rumbling voice intimidating the prisoners on the floor around him.
"And this place?" The robotic voice asked back.
"The Nova can't know what we're after. Cleanse it!" He bellowed over the shouting and whimpering of the prisoners.
XxX
"Heads up! We're inbound." The shout came from the deck above me, interrupting the music floating throughout the bottom of the ship. Peter walked over to the stairs and climbed up to the the front of the ship, me following after him. I looked out of the windshield when I got there and gasped at what I saw. It looked like a giant dragon head, just floating out in the open space.
"What is it?" Drax asked.
"It's called Knowhere." Gamora started to explain. "The severed head of an ancient celestial being. Be wary headed in, rodent. There are no regulations here whatsoever." Rocket started to fly us closer to the head until we went inside through the eye socket. He found a place to land the ship and landed it roughly, earning a glare from me.
"Oops." He mumbled, grinning. I rolled my eyes and checked my pockets quickly, making sure I had my blasters. I checked that my mask was still behind my ear, and the boosters were still attached to me. I smiled to myself and followed the others out of the ship once I was satisfied.
As soon as I left the ship, I realised the place was so much worse than looking from space. The air was filled with a rich smell of smoke and other smells I couldn't quite recognise. Many different species crowded the filthy streets, making me want to retreat back to the Milano. I held Peter's hand tightly as we walked through the place, not wanting to get separated.
"Hundreds of years ago," Gamora started to explain. "The Tivan group sent workers in to mine the organic matter within the skull. Bone, brain tissue, spinal fluid. All rare resources, highly valued in black markets across the galaxy. It's dangerous and illegal work, suitable only for outlaws." Gamora looked back briefly at the group after she finished speaking.
"Well I come from a planet of outlaws." Peter said. "Billy the kid, Bonnie and Clyde."
"John Stamos." I finished, smiling. He nodded in approval at me, smiling back.
"It sounds like a place which I would like to visit." Drax spoke up for the first time on the planet. I hummed in agreement to his statement.
"Yeah, you should." Peter said with a smile.
A group of small children came running towards us, looking terrible. Their hair was all knotty and they wrote filthy. Their clothes were basically rags, though they still smiled.
"Excuse me?" One called.
"Watch your wallets." Peter warned, scowling at the the children.
"Can you spare any units?" A young girl asked. I dug my spare hand into my pocket and searched through, finding a couple spare.
"Here." I said gently, handing a little girl the units. She smiled, thanking me politely.
"Get out of here." Peter hissed to one. I looked over and saw Groot growing a small flower in the palm of his hand, before plucking it and giving it to a young girl. She smiled and took it, before running away. We continued walking for another minute or so, before we stopped in front of a building that looked to be a bar. I looked and couple hear loads of shouting coming from inside.
"Your buyers in there?" Peter asked.
"We are to wait for his representative." Gamora clarified. Suddenly, the door slammed open, making me flinch. A huge guy tossed out another, yelling at him. "Get out of here!" He walked back inside and slammed the door shut behind him.
"This is no respectable establishment. What do you expect us to do while we wait?" Drax asked, looking at the building. I shrugged.
Woo, we've reached chapter ten! I liked writing this chapter, as I do most of them too. I do know where I plan for this story to go for the rest of the first movie, so I might start to pre write stuff. Thank you all for liking my story, it's definitely my favourite thing to do at the moment. Reviews and suggestions are much appreciated. Thank you for reading!
-Bambie.