A/N I only own Crystal, the species of dragons, and the planet of dragons. Everything else is owned by Disney and Marvel.

random gal: Thanks :D Glad he isn't too OOC. Yeah, I guess that's true, I didn't really think about that. Maybe he was just tired? Not only did he get injured, but he also had to briefly deal with a rogue Crys.

Guest: I makes it more interesting, in my opinion. Plus, in regards to the ending of the last chapter, Rocket and Groot are wanted criminals; Crys was simply captured because she fought the Draalps, and was considered dangerous.

Thanks :)

When she woke up, Crys was sitting, with her arms, legs, tail, and neck strapped to the chair she was in, and there was something on her head, strapped tightly under her chin.

As her blurry vision sharpened, she saw the aliens that attacked Rocket, Groot, and her. She growled and tried to open her mouth to bite or fire ice, but found that her muzzle was tied up as well.

One alien tapped some buttons on a nearby machine. Crys felt pinpricks in her head. They were no more painful than a splinter in her foot. What was painful, however, were the electric shocks pulsing through the needles that sunk themselves into her skull from the helmet on her head. High-pitched screams came from her nose, her body spasmed, and her claws sunk into the chair.

On a computer screen, which she couldn't see, information came up about the dragon: her name, age, gender, and details about her past life. What she didn't know was that this machine looked through the memories in her brain, including the crimes she committed, and displayed them on a screen for the aliens, called Draalps, to see.

Crys's crimes were several counts of homicide and attempted homicide, and one count of thievery. The fact that she associated and worked with two other criminals didn't help her much either.

Finally, the painful pulses stopped, the needles were pulled out of her head, and the helmet was taken away. Crys collapsed as much as she could in her confined situation, panting through her nose.

A tall Draalp approached her, arms behind his back. He too wore a gray uniform, and a golden badge. The badge had the name "Bloshckor" on it. "If you promise to not bite or breathe ice on us, we'll take away the muzzle." He bargained.

Narrowing her eyes, Crys nodded once. She sighed with relief when the tight cloth was untied from around her snout. "Now then, are you Crystal?"

"I prefer 'Crys,' but yes."

"And you've committed several counts of homicide and attempted homicide? It means murder." Bloshckor added.

"…Yes." She grumbled. She didn't know why she was admitting this, but she was still recovering from the pain she endured, and was too tired to try and lie.

"And you stole a precious treasure?" He tapped the usekh, which was still around her neck, with dark-blue hooved-fingers.

"Yes. It must stay on me."

"We're aware of the Usekh of Humanus and its powers. And we'll contact the prison guards with this information. However, it will be your responsibility of keeping it on and not jeopardizing our lives. Now then, you're to come with us. This is your first time in prison, yes? Well then, you're in for a real treat." He smirked as Crys gave him an incredulous look as she was released from the chair, only to have her wrists shackled.

She was shoved into a room, where mugshots were taken of her from the front and sides. Then, she was shoved into a cage with a bunk bed, toilet, sink, and a single chair. She growled over her shoulder at the treatment, and sat in her chair, sighing heavily. "A fine mess you've gotten yourself into, Crys."

As night began to fall, the prisoners were led into the mess hall for dinner. Crys curled her lip at the tray she held, which had disgusting-looking food. She wasn't picky, but she wasn't stupid either; she knew better than to eat what looked like rotten food.

Her ears perked up when he saw a familiar Flora Colossus. She slowly approached him and Rocket, wondering if they would be somehow upset with her.

They were both sitting at a table, all alone. Rocket was wearing a green prison uniform, and was poking at his tray of food. He turned to the side, finally noticing Crys. "Well, if it isn't Ms. Ice Thief."

"Don't snap at me, Ringtail." She frowned. "It wasn't my fault we were caught."

"You probably attracted their attention with your rogue attack."

"I never meant to lose my usekh." She sat down across from the duo, letting her tray smack onto the table. "And besides, it was the Plalseoes' fault that happened, which means it was their fault we were caught."

"I am Groot!" [Stop arguing! This isn't helping.] Groot frowned, sounding surprisingly stern.

"He's right," Rocket sighed. "What we really need to think about is escaping."

"How?" Crys scoffed. "These walls look indestructible. And so do the ceiling and floor."

"I got a plan. You're in a cell on ground floor, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay. It seems that this prison was built directly on the dirt. And the floor's made of concrete slabs pushed tightly together."

"So if we remove the slabs, we'll be able to dig out?"

"Precisely, my icy-breathed friend." Rocket nodded. "But here's the tricky part: according to the 'locals,' the guards patrol past the cells at night. So, it'll be slow work digging out, unless you can dig within sight of them without them noticing."

"I have some ideas." Crys smirked.

"Great. Luckily, Groot and I are in the same cell, and are on ground floor as well. So, at night, when there are less guards around, we'll pry up the concrete slabs, and start digging. But remember: we have to be discrete."

Back in her cell, Crys paced around and around, and patted the ground, until she found a crack in the floor. It was near the bed and by the wall facing the outdoors. Making sure she wasn't being watched, she dug at the concrete with her hard claws until she created a large piece that she could finally lift up. As Rocket said, underneath was pure dirt.

She lay on the ground so she looked like she was curled up asleep, and was in front of the hole. Looking over her shoulder, she began digging away. The dirt wasn't too hard to dig through.

Wait! What am I going to do with this excess dirt? Looking around, she spied the sink and toilet. She took a handful of dirt, and poured it down the sink drain hole. Then she took another handful, and dropped it in the toilet.

Once she was starting to feel tired from digging and hiding the dirt, she flushed the toilet and ran the sink until the dirt was gone—she had seen other inmates using the toilet and sink, so she knew what to do. Then, she covered the hole with the piece of concrete, laid down in front of it, and fell asleep.

It took several weeks for Crys to dig the tunnel. Luckily, she got a roommate, a female Draalp named Varae, who was more than happy to help with the digging. Crys would sit directly in front of her new friend, who dug with three-fingered hands. The dragon was big enough so that Varae was able to dig without being spotted. The guards were none the wiser, thinking that the other prisoner was simply sitting behind the dragon.

Finally, a few weeks after being caught and imprisoned, Crys and Varae met up with Rocket and Groot again. "How's the tunnel goin' along?" The furry alien asked.

"Great." Crys said. "With Varae helping," She patted her on the shoulder. "It's going along twice as fast."

"Good. How long do you think until you hit the outside surface?"

"I'm not sure. We'll probably try digging upwards tonight."

"I'll do it," Varae volunteered. "I'm smaller than you."

"How's your and Groot's tunnel coming along?"

"It's going, don't you worry. I predict that either tonight or tomorrow, we'll get out of this dump."

Sure enough, that night, Varae was digging upwards in the tunnel, as promised. She squealed when her hand broke through the surface, and felt a cold wind. She turned around and popped up behind Crys. "We've got wind, Crys."

"Excellent." Crys grinned. "Don't make a wide hole; we wouldn't want anyone to get suspicious. Just dig out a makeshift room big enough for me. Then, when Rocket gives us the okay, we'll go down, and pull the concrete slab over us."

"You do it, I'm beat."

Sighing, Crys ducked down into the tunnel to dig the "room" she described. Luckily, Varae had taken the sheets out of the bunk beds, saying she didn't like sheets or blankets, and tucked them into the top bunk, creating a sort of canopy for the bottom bunk. The guards didn't seem to care. If they didn't see Crys, they assumed she was asleep in the bottom bunk.

The next day, during lunch, Rocket gave the okay for the females to dig out. "Groot and I are ready to go too. Just don't get caught."

"We haven't been caught once, right V?" Crys grinned.

"Not one single time." She nodded.

"There's a first time for everything." Rocket warned.

Late that night, after the last guard left, Crys nudged Varae awake. "Come one, we got a prison to escape."

Varae leapt to her feet as the dragon lifted the concrete slab up. She jumped down the hole and crawled to the end of the tunnel, pausing as Crys stepped down and pulled the slab back over the hole. "We'll have to go fast," Varae said. "Or they'll realize something's up."

"Lead the way."

Nodding, Varae stood up, dug away more dirt away from the small hole created yesterday. She pulled herself up out of the hole, and stood outside the prison, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. "I haven't smelled the fresh night air of Slomia in months!"

"That's nice, but might want to keep it down." Crys said, climbing out of the hole. "All right, we need to find Rocket and Groot before—"

A bright light suddenly glared over the two aliens. "Freeze!" A voice yelled out.

"Before we're caught." Crys deadpanned.

"Run!" Varae took off to the right. Crys followed close behind on all fours, looking around for Rocket and Groot.

Finally, she saw them run away from another hole by the prison. "You're just getting out?!" Crys exclaimed.

"I had to get my stuff!" Rocket snapped back, climbing onto Groot's shoulder. The Flora Colossus caught up to Crys and Varae.

Glancing behind them, the female Draalp saw a large group of Draalps trailing after them. "Good luck, guys!" She suddenly yelled, darting to the left, bellowing deeply and loudly. A portion of the Draalp army followed after her.

Crys stalled for a split-second in concern for her friend, but sped up again at the sight of the remaining Draalps and the sound of Rocket and Groot's yells. "Where are we going?" She asked.

"We're lookin' for a small ship to hijack." He answered, still on Groot's shoulder.

Crys searched around, spying an aircraft that wasn't being guarded. It wasn't as big as the CS Tesserae, but it would easily fit her, Rocket, and Groot. "How about that one?"

Rocket looked to where she was pointing, and saw a Draalp security aircraft. "Perfect!"

As soon as they reached it, Groot threw open the door. Rocket dove in, followed by Crys, and finally Groot jumped in.

Rocket was already at work, hacking into the ship's wiring. His hands flew, and he didn't glance back as the Draalp army came closer and closer. "Hurry, they're coming!" Crys cried.

"Give me a minute!" Rocket growled. Finally, the ship revved to life. Grinning, he grabbed the controls, and the ship took off into the sky, leaving some angry Draalps behind. "Let's agree to never come back to Slomia again?" He asked.

"At least until they forget about us." Crys nodded.

A/N I know this update was very slow. My only excuse is writer's block, probably not good, but good enough for me.

The Draalp's methods of finding out a person's criminal record when they don't have one was made up by me.

Since Rocket said he and Groot escaped several prisons before the movie took place (23, I think he said?) I figured it might be a good idea to show one, especially with Crys's involvement. I had a tad bit of trouble coming up with an escape method because A) I've never been to prison, so I wouldn't know the first thing about escaping; B) I've never seen prison escape movies, to my knowledge; and C) I've never played The Escapists, nor was interesting in watching any YouTube Let's Plays of it. So, I figured the easiest was to go the old-fashioned way: digging out.

I feel the ending to this chapter was less than perfect, but I'm tired of leaving this story in the dust, so it'll have to do. Hopefully the next chapter won't take so long to upload. I want to get Crys into the movie as soon as possible, but I don't want to do a big time jump or drag it out for too long. I have to find the perfect medium (is that the correct term?)