This time during the planning phase I put my foot down, because so far all ideas that had come from the minds of Quill and Rocket had been done right horrible. Rocket's especially though I resisted the urge to point fingers. At least he seemed mostly happy with the idea that I came up with, but that might be because we were going to kill Ronan with the Hadron Enforcer. With the information we got from Gamora on Ronan's ship we had developed a pretty good plan.

We had just run into a bit of a wall.

Sure it would be okay if we just flew at Ronan's bigger ship, but it would be so much better if we had some kind of distraction. By my calculations we could save over 1/5 of ours ships if we had that distraction the only problem I had was I couldn't figure out what kind of distraction we could use.

It was a puzzler to be sure. One that was solved faster than I thought.

Quill, for some reason, decided to introduce me to Yondu having remembered that I was going to meet the blue space pirate when I had been on Xandar.

To his credit Yondu was not mad, at least not at me, he sort of cuffed the side of Quill's head as he snapped at him blaming him for my imprisonment. Decided that we have plenty of time Yondu through his arm over my shoulder and began leading me away towards the ships that he had wanted me to fix.

Quill thankfully decided to tail along with us, I wasn't completely comfortable alone with the Ravagers since one of them had made a comment about eating me. They swore they wouldn't though, but I still insisted on using Quill as a shield since he was more familiar with these guys than I was.

"Here it is!" Yondu announced opening a door to a fairly large hanger.

"Whoa, you aren't talking about those old pieces of junk?" Quill gasped raising an eyebrow skeptically, "Those things haven't worked for years."

I took one step into the room and then stopped completely a wicked smile slowly forming on my face as Yondu and Quill began mindlessly arguing over the state of the two ships I found. I spun holding out my arms as I announced, "Gentlemen! Our chances of survival have just doubled!"

The two of them glanced at one another, silently debating my mental state.

Nearly four hours later were suiting up in brand new outfits, curtesy of the Ravagers. Though they promised they were new and hadn't been used by those who were not longer with us. I decided to keep my jacket, though I found that I was a big fan of the pants and the heeled boots.

I may have spent a couple minutes in front of the mirror goofing off, until Gamora walked into the room and found me rolling and pretending to shoot things with my sniper.

I ended up taking the co-pilot chair on the Milano, well actually I called it about three hours ago. Though in the end it didn't matter. Rocket was riding, well driving Quill's ship who job was to blast a hole in the side of the ship that we could get into.

I was basically bouncing up and down when we finally, more than a little thrilled to see the newly fixed ships. Eager to see the fruit of my labor.

"This is a terrible plan," Gamora decided suddenly as we took off.

"You're the one who said you wanted to die among friends!" Quill pointed out smugly.

"And actually, it's not nearly as bad as the one on the Kyln," I reasoned shrugging as I looked out the window at all the ships announcing cheerfully, "Honestly, I just wanna see some ships turned into fireballs. And if we do somehow manage to get to Ronan I wanna take off his ear."

Quill frowned confused looking over at me as he asked, "Uh, why his ear?"

"Well, I spent like two hours calculating exactly what angle and how much pressure I would need to bite off your ear before Groot or the guards could stop me," I explained unapologetically. Quill made a weird choking noise reaching up to cover his left ear as he started at me.

"What?!" He gasped leaning away from me.

I gave him a look shaking my head at him, "It was before the whole tazer incident. Would you calm down you big baby? Your ears are safe."

Quill sighed in relief slouching down a bit in his chair.

I smirked evilly announcing calmly, "Besides, I'm much more likely to kick you in the groin if you tick me off."

Quill let out another choking noise which made me laugh hysterically, shaking my head. I think I even heard Gamora and Drax chuckle. Before more could be said the main event began.

I let out a girlish squeal when Yondu gave the order, firing two giant balls of fire at Ronan's main ship.

After a couple of feet the two balls exploded creating a giant wall of fire covering us so we could dive under Ronan's ship without him seeing. Once we were under Rocket and a couple other ships dived over towards the weakest part of the haul and began firing.

Luckily I wasn't flying, so I was free to clap excitedly as Quill flew us threw the chaos without getting us all killed. And it didn't take long for Rocket to inform us that the hole in the side was done.

"On our way," I called over the comm distractedly looking out over the chaos around us, fulfilling my wish to see ship burst into flames. Everything was going great until suddenly Yondu shouted over the comm, saying that he had been hit.

"No more games with me, boy." The captain of the Ravagers warned darkly, "I'll see you at the end of this."

I looked around the sides trying to watch while they went down but I quickly found that we were being swarmed, there were more ships than I had thought.

"Crap," I gasped as the Milano jerked around to avoid an enemy ship that seemed to have been intent on suicide bombing up. With a reluctant sigh I looked around us announcing, "There's too many of them. We can't make it through."

No sooner had I said this I found that I had spoken too soon, my eyes widened when one ship right in front of us burst into flames. I moved around trying to see where it had come from until I looked on the side and was taken back when I recognized the ships that appeared next to us, "Nova Corps? What the heck are they doing here-wait that's a stupid question never mind."

"Peter Quill," A voice came over the comm that was oddly British sounding, "This is Denarian Saal of the Nova Corps. For the record I advised against trusting you here."

I smiled looking around watching Nova Corps ships come from almost nowhere giving us back the upper hand in this fight.

"They got my dick message!" Quill shouted excitedly.

"Yeah! Wait a minute, what?!" I shouted eyes widening as I turned back to him.

Quill shook his head vigorously, "No, not like that!"

"Prove me wrong," Saal dared us.

"We happily accept your challenge sir," I announced over the comm as Quill hit the thrusters shooting us forward. Flying to the opening was much easier now that we had the Nova Corps help once inside it reminded me a little of the watch tower escape ride.

At least Drax seemed to be having the time of his life, laughing joyfully as if he was on a roller coaster. We jerked around the halls, moving down the tunnel like areas while running down multiple unsuspecting bad guys.

Our landing was about the same as last time as we slid to a relatively smooth stop. Once stopped Drax let out a loud cheer throwing up his arms as he laughed gleefully, "YES!"

I looked at the rest of them trying to judge if anyone was hurt. Gamora looked over at Quill with a weak smile as she announced, "We're just like Kevin Bacon."

"Kevin-what? Kevin Bacon? What the hell?" I questioned looking between her and Quill, trying to decide if I was missing a joke or Gamora had a concussion. I let it go when Quill nodded at me signaling that it was okay. We left the ship only to realize I had a flaw in my plan. It was pitch black in here, I had wrongfully assumed that they would light the ship.

I guess that was too much to ask for a raging sociopath.

"I can barely see." Drax annoyed sounding annoyed.

"I would have brought a flashlight," I admitted calmly, "But I assumed that even psycho's would, you know, light their ships."

I blinked surprised when the room suddenly lit up in a soft warm glow, I looked around as small little floating things flew up into the area lighting the whole area. I looked behind me towards were they seemed to be coming from. I wasn't surprised when I found they were all coming from Groot.

"When did you learn to do that?" Drax asked.

"I'm pretty sure the answer is 'I am Groot'." Peter sighed knowingly as he began walking, leading us forward into the room.

For a moment the room was filled with comfortable silence until Drax spoke, "I want you all to know that I am grateful for your acceptance of me after my bluntness. It is pleasing to once again have friends."

"No problem, man." I assured him figuring that was the end of his little speech. I was wrong.

"You, Quill, are my friend."

"Thanks," Quill thanks him a little awkwardly.

"This dumb tree, he is my friend."

I looked back at him a little confused, even as Groot took no offense by humming contently.

"You, young Phoenix, are my friend."

"Cool." I said nodding in response pleased that I had been fit in as well, but at the same time wondering curiously how far Drax planned on this conversation going.

"And this green whore-," Drax began.

Gamora seemed to have had enough because at last she shouted interrupting the destroyer, "Oh, you must stop!"

I had prepared myself to follow along with Drax's declarations of friendship, if only because it seemed to be really getting on everybody's nerves. What where I had been about to say died on the tongue when suddenly a vaguely familiar blue woman jumped from nowhere into our path.

Unable to stop the sarcasm I had built up I leveled her with a calm stare as I announced, "Hey, it's you! Blue… weird…stabby lady! Who are you here to kill today?"

"Gamora!" The woman shouted accusingly eyes locked on our green companion as she held out two knives. She began her villain speech, "Look at what you have done. You have always been weak. You stupid, traitorous-,"

To say I had been surprised when said blue woman disappeared into a flash of light would be more than an understatement. I had been fully prepared to sit and wait through her six minute long monologue cursing at Gamora, evidently Drax was not. I looked at the crazed man who held up his still smoking blaster looking around at us briefly.

"Nobody talks to my friend that way." Was all Drax had to say on the matter.

I took a moment before I told him truthfully, "You have just become my favorite."

Gamora recovered from her shock, looking almost grateful as she announced nodding in a direction, "Head to the flight deck. I'll shut down the power to the security doors."

"Good luck!" I called to her unhelpfully as we headed down the tunnel she had nodded too. We kept a pretty even pace as we hurried down the halls, and I was just beginning to wonder how good our luck was when we ran into trouble. We had just turned a corner when we were forced to slide to a quick stop, before us stood what seemed to be the only guards in the whole area. Including on who looked pretty funny, probably a commander or something.

His eyes widened at Quill before he narrowed them and smiled, "Star-Lord."

"Finally," Quill whispered far too happy about being recognized, it was if a lifelong dream of his had suddenly been fulfilled.

Uncaring on what kind of weird dreams Quill had I very quickly lifted my rifle firing two shots into the crowd and cheering joyfully when both ended up killing a total of four guards. Now everything after that turned into a bit of a blur, I hadn't really been paying attention to detail as I fought off the numerous guards around us.

Although I do realize that I could have actually sat out, the guards were unprepared and definitely not the smartest that Ronan had to offer. I even got one of them to fall for the 'what's that' trick. Though I did notice that for some reason my companions, or more specifically Drax and Groot, kept literally throwing guys at me. It was annoying to say the least.

Not to mention when Drax threw a knife which I barely managed to dodge away from, we really needed to work on teamwork.

I turned about to yell at him, and demand if this was how he treated his 'friends' only to find him preoccupied with the leader guy who seemed to have known Quill. I watched with mild interest as he grabbed onto some circuits on the man's head growling threateningly, "Finger to the throat means death."

With that he viciously ripped out the circuits he had gotten a hold up, thankfully we didn't get a sight of the man's brains… well sort of. It seemed the man was more of a cyborg going off of all the wiring in his head. Drax turned towards Quill then smiling as he announced, "Metaphor."

Quill, under his mask, shrugged nodding a bit as his admitted, "Yeah, sorta."

"A little less metaphoric and a little more literal." I commented as I turned about to head down the hall we needed one to very quickly back up when more soldiers came charging down. Before I could even take aim Groot had moved in front of me extending his arm through about six guard's chest. The remaining guards were taken out when Groot began using the others like a giant battering ram.

Only he kept bashing them against the wall and the ceiling and the floor, shouting as he did so.

"Um… hey Groot?" I called hesitantly to the tree reaching out one hand to try to stop the tree. Very quickly Quill grabbed my shoulder pulling me back as he shook his head vigorously. I ignored the way he kept his hand on my shoulder watching as Groot continued his assault on the now very dead soldiers.

Suddenly though he dropped them. And the tree man turned to us smiling cheerfully.