Here is the moveset for Deoxys's Normal Forme: Psychic, Teleport, Zen Headbutt, and of course Psycho Boost but he will not be able to use that until later.

I also noticed that certain Beatles songs can be matched up to some of the Guardians for example, "Rocky Raccoon" for obviously Rocket Raccoon and "Lady Madonna" (my favorite) for Mantis. I'm open to any suggestions for any more Beatles or any other songs that match up with the others if possible.

Chapter 10: Answering The Call

Xandar

The best feeling Richard could sum up today was disappointment. He was wearing a Nova Corps Corpsman uniform consisting of a golden helmet and an upside down boomerang symbol on his chest. Sure he could lift up to five tons, limited invulnerability, and photon blasters in his armbands. All of that was nothing compared to what he could do if he was a Centurion. The ability to fly faster than the speed of light and shoot energy beams from his hands was just too good to not think about.

Richard looked up to see a squad of Centurions pass by him in the sky. 'One of these days, it's going to be me flying up there.' His train of thought was interrupted when he heard a radio broadcast in his helmet.

"Calling in all available Nova Corps members, we have an unidentified object coming in hot towards the capital. Be advised, the object has unnaturally high energy levels and considered highly dangerous. Proceed with extreme caution."

'And so begins my days of being in the Nova Corps.' Richard ran over to catch up with his fellow Corpsmen who were getting on transport ships. After quickly getting on one, the doors closed and the ship was immediately off the ground. He looked around the crowd of Corpsman, all of which were of different alien species. Richard started feel alone and almost a little homesick at this point but he wasn't given a chance to think more on the matter when the ship suddenly lurched to the side.

"Hang on everybody, we're being attacked!" yelled the pilot. Richard braced for impact as the ship then crashed down to the ground. The doors opened and every Corpsman rushed out ready for anything. Richard was the last one to come out and what he saw almost made him want to go back inside. It was practically an all out war between the Nova Corps and strange shadowy humanoid figures. The Nova Centurions were putting up a good fight against these newcomers but Richard knew it was only a matter of time before it could go downhill from there. He saw several of his fellow Corpsman taking defensive positions with the debris that was scattered around against a trio of the shadow figures who were blasting dark energy beams.

Before Richard could even act, he heard a weak male voice calling out to him despite of everything that was happening. "Richard..." It cried out making Richard instantly recognize the voice.

"Rhomann!" He began to run around the place searching for Rhomann until he finally found him underneath a pile of rubble. Rhomann was wearing a Nova Centurion helmet and uniform.

'No, this isn't happening. Not here and not now!' Richard ran over to him and tried to get Rhomann out but found his arm being stopped by the man himself who was shaking his head.

"Save it. My lower half is completely crushed and I don't have long to live anyhow. You need to become a Centurion in order to stand a chance against these guys."

"Sir I'm... not even qualified to be one. Heck, this was supposed to be my first day on the job." Richard explained. Rhomann took off his helmet and placed it in Richard's hands.

"It doesn't matter. Right now, you and everyone in the Nova Corps have a responsibility of protecting the people. Remember what I told you when you came here?"

"Yeah I do."Richard answered as Rhomann began to cough. "The Worldmind never makes a mistake kid and I see it in your eyes the potential to be great if not greater than you could ever imagine. Just trust your heart and let it guide you."

Richard took his hand and grasped it firmly. "I will."

Rhomann smiled. "Good to hear and I need you to do something for me."

Richard nodded. "Name it."

"My family is trapped in one of the buildings around here. I tried to reach them but one of these shadow guys ambushed me and well, you know what happened next. Please get them to safety."

"Got it." Rhomann gave one last smile before his head turned to the side with no more signs of movement. Richard closed Rhomann's eyes and stood up with the Nova Centurion helmet still in his possession. He looked up to the shadow figure trio who were now advancing toward his direction. Some of the Nova Corpsmen were already on the ground dead while the rest were retreating.

Richard without even thinking a second thought charged straight at them. The shadow men took notice of this and tried to stop Richard but by some stroke of luck, they missed him only by a few inches. No longer was disappointment clouding his mind but it was replaced with anger, anger at the ones responsible for all of this.

Richard took off the helmet he was wearing and replaced it with Rhomann's. He felt incredible power course through his body and his very appearance changed as well. The chest symbol morphed into three dots formed to resemble the shape of a triangle pointing downwards. As he got close enough, Richard with his hand surrounded by blue energy punched one of the shadow men destroying it instantly in a cloud of black smoke.

"That was for Rhomann!" He raised his hand at another shadow man unleashing a blast of energy at it with the same result.

"That was for Xandar!" Richard turned around and punched the last one in the chest. "And this is for the Nova Corps!"

A beam of energy then pierced through the shadow man's chest causing it to go up in another cloud of black smoke. Richard breathed heavily after what he had done and felt almost excited to do it again. But this wasn't the time to for now he had a planet to defend and was ready for anything at this point. There was only one problem though, he didn't know how to fly.

'Why couldn't these things come with an instruction manual?'

Knowhere

As far Deoxys knows, this new base of operations as Rocket had called it had everything they needed. The tower had twenty-five floors and Cosmo had told everyone that the top three floors were reserved just for them. The twenty-fifth floor had a landing pad where they could land the Milano along with a shooting range and an armory.

The twenty-fourth floor had both an lounge area and a medical room which made Brandt relieved. The twenty-third floor had a rec room, a gym, and bedrooms where everyone could sleep. Deoxys was sitting on the edge of the landing pad when he heard someone walking up from behind him. "Why out here comrade?" Cosmo sat next to Deoxys.

"Do you not like new place?" Deoxys didn't know how to respond so he kept staring at Cosmo. "It's okay if you don't. Cosmo doesn't mind at all and Peter told Cosmo about you and how you two met. Though Cosmo doesn't understand why you were at Kyln of all places."

It was a good question, how did he end up there? It was all a blank to him and the only thing he could remember was waking up to see the Kyln and he was on top of a meteoroid. Deoxys shrugged his shoulders signaling he didn't know. "Perhaps if you allow Cosmo to read mind, Cosmo can better understand. Will you let Cosmos da?"

Deoxys was unsure about Cosmo's proposal since they had just met but it was worth a try so he nodded in approval. "Cosmo will try to look into memory and see if can find answer." Cosmo's eyes then glowed bright blue and Deoxys could feel something entering inside his head.

"Try to relax mind, no telling what will happen if psychic connection is broken." After what seemed like forever, Cosmo's eyes went back to normal and Deoxys felt the presence in his mind go away.

"Prostite Deoxys, Cosmo did not find anything but does not mean the end. Maybe one day you will find answer. If want advice, embrace present for now." Deoxys agreed.

"Guys." Both of them turned to see Peter with a worried look on his face. "We have a situation."

Everyone was present in the lounge area where they were standing up in a semicircle. "I'm not going to lie to you guys that this could be it for us." Peter said standing in front of them along with Cosmo. "As we speak, Xandar is being attacked by the Fallen One and the Nova Corps are giving it their all but who knows how long until they're beaten."

"Due to size of Xandar and military strength, the Fallen One may have divided up power to create clones to distract Nova Corps from real goal but also means-"

"We can beat his sorry arse." Rocket finished the sentence.

"Cosmo wouldn't say like that but yes Fallen One is beatable without powers."

"But how are we going to be able to find him?" said Brandt. "We can't just exactly shoot up every clone and expect one of them to be the real deal."

"And that's why we're going to split up into two teams," Peter replied to Brandt's question. "I'll be with Rocket while you, Deoxys, and Groot will tracking down the Fallen One. Anymore questions you want to ask?"

"Is there room for one more?" A female voice answered.

"Phyla, w-what are you doing here?" Peter asked. Phyla then walked up to the group sporting an entirely new look. She was wearing a crimson and black costume with a star-like symbol on her chest along with a dark blue cape.

"I want to help you all as repayment for what you have done on Elysius."

"I bet you fancy a bit of good old revenge am I right?" Rocket questioned her.

"It's not just revenge I want but I have to make sure this sort of thing never happens to any planet." Phyla answered.

"It's a good enough reason for me. Listen, I can't guarantee if anyone of us will make it out of this alive because today will be a day unlike any other. This is where either we make it or break it. Step up if you still want in this but once you do, there's no turning back." said Peter.

They all looked at each other wondering who would be the first until Rocket stepped forward, surprising everyone. "What? You have to admit, that was one heck of a speech."

Groot was the next to step up. "I am Groot." Deoxys and Phyla stepped up as well leaving Brandt to be the last one. All eyes were on her as they waited for her to make her decision.

Brandt sighed placing a hand on her forehead. "This one is going to have make sure you guys don't get injured so badly."

"Quick question though, what do we call ourselves?" Rocket asked.

"That's... actually a good question but no time to talk about that. We got a planet to save right now so let's move it people!" shouted Peter.

Everyone began to prepare themselves for the upcoming fight with Peter and Rocket going to the armory to load up on weapons. Rocket was carrying a heavy rifle and peered through the optics where he spotted Peter checking the ammo of his pistols. "You sure you want to keep on using them?" Rocket asked.

"These guns have never fail me before so why should I bother changing them now?"

"If you ask me mate, sometimes it's best to go in loud and proud like the heat I'm packing."

Peter snorted. "And that's why I prefer pistols instead of rifles because they're more reliable, don't run out of bullets easily, and not as clunky."

Rocket chuckled. "In that case, I'll have to carry an extra set of arms. Oh by the way, what's the story between you and the good doctor? I notice how you and her always exchange looks at each other."

"We used to date back then before I came to the Kyln. I broke it off with her when it started to get too serious for both of us."

Rocket's eyes widened in surprise. "Crikey, no wonder she hates your guts."

"Yeah but I deserve that." Before Rocket could questioned him any further, Peter walked out of the armory leaving him behind.

"Love sure is a complicated matter altogether." Rocket said as he went around the armory searching for more weapons to add to his arsenal.

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