Howdy everyone welcome back. Its been a busy couple of weeks and honestly I didn't get as much writing done as I hoped due to work, medical issues and real life stuff. I have christmas break coming up in a week so hoping I can get some more writing done then. But I'm also trying to finish a blanket for my mom by then as well. Husband is doing better he is playing in the garage with his toys though right now its so bloody cold out and that wind is blowing like mad its insane to be outside right now. So I hope you like this chapter it is longer then I normally would have but I wanted to end it at a very certain point. In order to do that I had to put in an extra 700 words before I did my editing. Of which please excuse any mistakes you might find I'm catching a cold or flu or something this weekend which sucks massive ass. I just didn't have a lot of energy to read it a dozen times to make sure all was proper.


Rocket was crawling deep in the bowels of the ship installing a new power command conduit. With their guests coming figured now would be the perfect time to test it and If it worked the way he designed it to, it would give them a 32% increase in power while reducing the cost of fuel needed by 16%. Course what they used for fuel was a secret from all but a select few, if others discovered what they used they would be hounded forever to know how they managed to process it.

"So boss how many of these we putting in?" Thumper asked even as he manhandled the heavy piece of equipment into place. Thumper was one of the few lucky bastards that could fit in the electrical systems which was much smaller then the ventilation system.

Rocket with a grunt started wrenching the new part in. "We need to get eight of these in, one for each power plant."

Thumper grimaced at the amount "Fuck that's a lot of work, each of the damn things are in a different part of the ship."

"Better a bit of extra work then being without power." retorted the ring tailed bandit.

"I'll tell you boss it's nice being on a ship that has this much power. I drooled first time I saw the power specs of the engines. How in the hell did you manage to get so much power out of each one."

"Trade secrets and shit like that. Now help me get this bastard in." Wiggling enough to make a trollop stare the two heaved the conduit into its new home. Crawling out of the tunnel was a bitch for Thumper who Rocket gave no sympathy to. The scrappy bandit easily cleared the tunnel but that was understandable since he had made it for his dimensions to begin with.

Thumper was the skinniest bastard of the whole crew weighing in at just 105 pounds. Standing at 4.11 feet he was also one of the shortest baring Rocket. Golden skin with chrome colored hair he would have been fair game to anyone interested in a quick tumble if it wasn't for a few things. One he was highly intelligent and could out think most of the crew onboard. Two he was quick, whether it was running to take care of an emergency or take care of a fight. Three he loved a good fight preferring to use his own hands to strangle whoever had pissed him off. And forth he was partnered with one of the biggest crew-mates on the ship, Rock. They had been friends for years meeting on some planet that no longer existed at a bar. Rock had actually been the one getting the shit beat out of him. Twelve guys against one he had been about to crash to the floor when Thumper had come along. With a lovingly crafted steel shank, some brass knuckles and a feral grin he had hopped on the closes bastard and slit his throat before jumping to the next guy. When done there were twelve bodies on the floor, two victors panting heavily and a firm friendship from that point on.

"Listen lets do a test run then install the other six."

"Why only six?"

"Leaving the main life support plant as is for now. Once the others are throughly tested we can switch that last one over."

Nodding his head at that plan he finished pulling himself out of the electrical vent. Each plant could power the ship easily for day to day needs and travel. It was the combination of all of them working together that made the Quillian so dangerous. It was capable of doing so much more then most ships in space today. The plans for when it was built was locked away somewhere that Thumper had been trying to get to for months and had no success. The encryption was based on a 128 digit revolving numeric code that changed every 15 minutes. He had figured out the first part but then when the secondary encryption key code had come up demanding a unquie bio-lock along with the code number he had given up for the time being. He didn't want to steal the plans to sell he loved his job and the ship he was on. He was simply a techno geek to the hundredth power and couldn't help himself in wanting to know every nook, cranny, and function of the ship.

Rocket jumped up to the main control consul and brought the power plant back online. Testing the new conduit he was pleased with the results.

"Fuck'in A look at those readings Thump-a-dump. Better even then I calculated." Bringing the plant to full power he watched the readings as the guns deployed faster then ever along with charging plasma rounds.

A buzzing on the com interrupted their fun time. "Hey Fur-ball what the fuck you doing with the guns?" Peter asked with no rancor just mild inquiry.

Rolling his eyes at the Terran he replied with a snark "What do you think Stink-lord? You yourself said to get ready for our guests so we're doing it. Why don't you go find a glow stick to charge and leave the real work to those that understand more then Insert shaft M into slot F." Rocket smirked at the tall man on the screen.

"Hey now it takes a lot to know how to do that properly." Peter grinned at his friend.

Another voice off to the side "Then how come I hear the green whore say that she is constantly having to explain to you how to do things properly?"

"DRAX YOU ASSHOLE!" Peter bellowed at the other man off screen.

"I do not understand, why do you call me the orifice that waste is eliminated from? Did I say something that was untrue?"

Peter shaking his blistering red face at the other man turned back to the comm only to see Rocket laughing his fool head off along with Thumper doing his best not to. "Oh for fucks sake never mind just let me know when your done. And Thumper don't hurt yourself." Signing off Thumper was grateful, he fell down laughing at the resigned frustration on Peter's face.

"Oh god that was too good. Thank god I have it all on video. Next time Smut-lord gives me shit I'll show it to his wife." Chortling some more he wiped his eyes before continuing on with his tests. Thumper with his own large grin nodded as he went to his control station to monitor the feed readings.

GGG

Peter didn't bother trying to get more info out of the resident rat, Rocket would do what Rocket would do and heaven or hell help anyone that gets in his way. Instead he continued to tend to his duties on the bridge including educating a few new crew on what the ship was capable of.

Leaning over the blondes shoulder Peter focused on showing her how the systems worked. "Okay its Kero right?"

"Yes, sir." She responded with a gentle voice as she concentrated on what he was displaying.

"Great now look here when you input this command the ship's tracking system comes up already scanning for these types of life forms. It can mean the difference between living and dying in a fire fight."

Kero looked down at the display intently. When the Captains son had come onto the bridge again she vacated the chair quickly this time. She had learned her lesson and kept one eye on the door from then on. Moving to another nav console the blond ravager was surprised to feel a hand on her shoulder, looking up found her looking into a pair of emerald green eyes. With a nod of his head he brought her back to the chair, sat her down and began explaining.

"What I want you to do is learn to always have these commands prepped and ready to go. This ship was designed for interstellar travel at a good clip of speed. But it was also designed to be able to shoot multiple targets at that same rate of speed. She's a sturdy ship, can turn on a unit and unload an ungodly amount of power in just a few seconds. Never take that power for granted when it comes to her she will bite you in the ass if you don't respect it."

"I won't sir."

"Good now the reason why I'm telling you this is I was going over your scores and they are impressive. We have some massive assholes coming to visit from the looks of things. Now we may not need to shoot a single one of them but then again we may. I want to you begin practicing these sequences in this order." Showing her the steps she watched amazed as the power plant readouts began increasing to max. The ship began to shudder with restrained power, eager to play and not happy with its restrictions. The next set of commands displayed changed the bridge to the battle control center letting her see all around her.

"Damn sir how do you not think you're going to fall into space?"

"Practice, lots and lots of practice. Now once you have the BCC up things start moving even quicker. The computer is programed to automatically bring up the guns if the BCC stays on for more then 10 minutes. After 20 minutes if no other commands are given, the guns go on defensive and will begin shooting any ship in the area that has not been deemed safe. And to let you know we have it set to any and all ships as potentially dangerous other then our own M-ships. But even those need to send a responder key in a certain amount of time. Otherwise the Quillian will go into full defensive mode and not let anyone on board or near her."

Lifing wide eyes to the other she asked "Fuck Sir, why?"

"Experience. From way back when." Peters face scowled in memory of another long ago surprise attack when he was around 15 on the Elector. That had been scary as shit and cost them a lot in both men and supplies. Worst was that Yondu had ended up facing over six dozen enemies while protecting a seriously wounded Kraglin. Peter had learned to never miss that day with his blaster. "Any ways just realize that this ship is fully capable of doing a hell of a lot of damage automatically if needed. Its why you always have to watch the horizon."

"I understand Sir." She quickly turned back to the screen setting the commands to memory as she had been told to. She wanted to live for a long time to come. Napping at the controls was not a way to reach that goal.

Squeezing the younger members shoulder again Peter continued in an easy voice "Kero just remember this, trust your instincts. If something feels funny to you don't hesitate to bring up the BCC. The computer will kick in and start doing the rest. It also sends an alert to us upper crew that something is going on and it won't take long for one of us to get here. Or take command ourselves."

"Will do Sir, I'll remember."

"Good now lets take a look at these commands." Bringing up a few more screens Peter continued with the instructions showing her how to make the Quillian sing and eventually dance.

GGG

To say Becky Crumpler was less then pleased would be the understatement of the century. She was still farting rainbow sparkles and the cause of her colorful tail was hiding out in his quarters. Yes she wanted her revenge and yes she would get it eventually but she also needed to check up on the Captain for his normal medical stats. Problem was absolutely no one could get in or evidently out of said quarters without the son's express permission. Which he was giving to no one at this time no matter who bitched at him to do so. He was artfully avoiding her thereby seriously ticking her off. She tried catching him on the bridge only to be told he left a few minutes earlier to stop in engineering. So she sprinted to engineering to learn he had to make a pit stop at a cargo hold to pick up some supplies. Right now Becky was laying in wait in a hidden alcove near Yondu's quarters. Peter would have to come by some time and open the door and when he did she would be inside.

And wait she did minute after minute after 30 mind numbing minutes, nearly falling asleep she was so bored out of her mind. But her waiting paid off she could hear the sounds of heavy boots landing on the walkway heading Yondu's way. Stretching stiff muscles she prepared to pounce. Closer the sounds came, that distinctive sound only finely crafted boots worn by a certain class of people on board made. Readying to rush to the door as soon as it was opened she wasn't prepared for what happened next.

"God damn Doc if you were that eager to see Dad you could have just told me." Which caused her to squawk in complete and utter shock as the voice came from behind her.

Whirling around at the young mans voice, the doctor screeched out "FUCKING HELL PETER DON'T DO THAT!"

"Don't do what?" He blinked in genuine bafflement at Becky's reaction.

"Sneak up on me like that."

"Umm I didn't sneak up on you. I walked right up to you, hell I even waited a few minutes to see if you would turn around to see me."

"Bullshit you did! I heard you stomping all the way from across the walkway."

Scowling in confusion Peter looked to where she was pointing only to see Drax walking by carrying his ever growing collection of knives and swords. Becky looked in the same direction then started growling through her teeth. "God fucking damnit!"

"No worries Doc, Kraglin says Dad is up and while he isn't looking forward to it knows you need to check him out. He won't say it but Kraglin brought it up and he only bitched for 20 minutes. He didn't throw anything so must mean he is okay with you looking him over."

Tapping her thigh she huffed at the young ravager "He needs to be back in medical Peter. He shouldn't be out like this."

"I know but Yondu does what Yondu wants. Plus now that he is in his cozy little nest it's going to be a bitch getting him out."

"I need to be able to monitor him and if something comes up might make the difference between life and death." She hopped he would agree then they could put the blue bastard back in his med bed and she could start the bubbles on his ass again.

"I thought of that and got a monitor for his wrist. Its what I was doing in the cargo hold. Took way longer to find then it should have." Striding over to the door he typed in a string of commands Becky did her best to memorize. "No chance Doc of getting the code. It changes each time I put it in and only I know the commands it revolves around."

"You know what Peter?" She growled out.

"What?"

Finishing her sentence with a snarl "Your just as big a pain in the ass as your old man."

"I know where do you think I learned it from. I had me a good teacher growing up." Laughing he finished inputting the final numbers and walked through the door.

Only to give his own startled yelp as he was grabbed by the throat and slammed into the wall hard enough to give a pain filled cry. Gripping the hand holding him he applied pressure to the thumb while trying to kick his assailant in the balls. Said attacker moved his legs and only received a kick to the hips. Peter not to be out done tried to kick again but this time he connected with the man's left knee. The man grunted with pain but didn't let up tightening his grip as he pulled him back and slammed the younger man harshly into the wall again. Peter saw stars that time as the back of his skull connected with the wall. The hand holding his throat tightened further causing him to lose air, weaking his own grip as he fought to release himself. For added measure the man holding him plowed his fist into his stomach with enough force that everyone heard the sound of ribs cracking. Trying to free himself one last time he went to punch the other in the chest only to get slammed with a hammer for a fist next to his ear. That one did it for Peter and he slumped in the other mans hand.

"Kraglin put the boy down. I think he learned his lesson." was the calmly ordered command.

Looking over his shoulder the first mate snarled "You sure Captain? I mean I really don't mind hitting him again."

"Yes, I'm sure." The Centaurian looked over at his boy who was hanging limply in the First Mates hand.

"Fine." Dropping the younger man inelegantly to the floor, Kraglin stormed through the door not bothering to look and see if the other man was okay.

Sighing he looked down at his son "Hey Doc glad you're here. I think Peter is going to need you more then me right now."

Becky looked over at the downed ravager and agreed. Kraglin had really done a number on him he wasn't even trying to pick himself up from the floor. Checking out the still open door she could see Drax standing in the walkway wondering what the hell was going on with all the noise.

"Yo Drax could you come here? Need some help with the idiot right now."

Drax always willing to be helpful in his own weird way came into Yondu's quarters and looked down at his fellow guardian. "What did he do to deserve to be assaulted this way? Will I need to go look for the tall shaved headed one for retribution?"

Yondu spoke up to save them all that hassle. Kraglin was not amused right now and if Drax thought he could take him he would be sorely mistaken. When he got this pissed off he fought dirtier then normal and wouldn't hesitate to stab the muscle man somewhere that would bleed quick. "No let him go he has a thing about being locked in rooms he can't leave when he wants. Peter pushed him to far today and he snapped. He'll be okay once he vents some more." And he pitied the poor rookie that Kraglin first spotted. Whoever it was would be scrubbing things for weeks to come.

Nodding at the Captains answer he picked up the boy who gave a very painful groan but didn't put up any fight. Taking him to the couch he laid him down and stepped back letting the Doctor exam him.

Scanning the prone figure before her, she wasn't happy with what she was finding. Concussion definitely, three cracked ribs along with one broken one. Massive bruising starting to form along his entire diaphragm. Larynx heavily abused to the point he wouldn't be able to talk for a few days, which come to think of it wasn't really a bad thing.

Putting her scanner away she looked up to the older Ravager "Fucking hell we need to get him to med bay and into a bed. Think Kraglin ruptured something to go along with all this other shit."

Now Yondu was scowling, if Kraglin had beat his boy this bad when they had company calling soon then it wasn't good. He would have to show his First Mate that even he couldn't get away with this much trauma to his kid. "You serious Doc?"

"I am." Pulling out a pen knife she shined it into the younger mans eyes not happy with how they moved sluggishly. Opening her communicator she barked out a set of orders. "Dante get to the Captains quarters and bring a push bed. Captains boy is down and needs a boo boo stat. Won't be able to walk hell I don't think he is even knows his own name right now." Looking over her shoulder at the other man she amended her orders. "In fact bring two push beds Captain is going to need one to."

"Like hell I'll be dragged all through the ship in one of those. I can walk just fine." He stated as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"You Captain will get into that bed when it gets here. I'll grant you this, you can sit in it if you want but you will take it. You're both going to be in medical till I can get Peter straightened out." She continued to take readings from the non responsive man and became more alarmed as his stats started dipping and surging.

Less then pleased himself with this latest development he would definitely be teaching his First Mate a lesson. He didn't have his arrow right now but he did have his mind. He would be thinking up all sorts of shit Kraglin would be doing for months on end if his boy didn't recover quickly. "Will he be okay?"

"Will know more when we get him to medical but should be. Those beds can heal a hell of a lot. It's the time factor I'm worried about. Even when I heal everything he is still going to need a day or two of bed rest to regain his strength. He is going to be one hell of a sore pup."

Few minutes later her assistant Dante brought one bed up along with another assistant bringing the other. And following both was the main doctor from the planet below them here to follow up with Yondu's treatment. Could it get any better.

"Oh my what happened here?" He asked even as Drax transferred Peter's unmoving form.

"Difference of opinion on the state of door locks. It's a long story and we really need to get him back to medical." Placing a monitor on his chest she nodded for her nurses to take Peter away. "Yondu get on the other bed and don't argue, like I said sit if you want but you're not walking anywhere. If you give me crap I'll knock you out and drag you to med bay." Not giving him time to answer she hurried after the younger man.

Grumping to himself Yondu climbed onto the bed but refused to lay down. Sitting and keeping a razor sharp eye on his kid. Kraglin wasn't going to be happy when he was done with him.

GGG

Peter slowly groaned himself awake. His head was killing him and the rest didn't feel much better. Blinking crud encrusted eyes he tried to move his head to look around only to stop as the pounding in his head increased ten fold.

"Easy Kid, you took a pretty good beating a while ago. You're in medical right now while we get you fixed up."

Peter recognized the sound of his Dad's voice but couldn't figure out why he got the beating in the first place. "Wha…"

Understanding easily what was he was asking Yondu continued to explain. "Kraglin was left to long in a locked room. He snapped about an hour before you showed up and began to stew. When you came in he gave you the full treatment. You're lucky he didn't kill you and probably only reason why he didn't is cause you're my boy."

"Fuck is he okay?" Peter had totally forgotten about that little quirk of Kraglin's. Leave him locked up long enough in a room he couldn't get out of and he started to shut down. Reminded him to much of solitary in the various prisons he had been in over the years.

"For now he is. He's somewhere on the ship blowing off steam. Later I'll have to do something about his behavior. Even he isn't allowed to get away with beating you this bad." Yondu snarled the last few words.

Peter became alarmed at that, he knew what the punishment was for beating a crew member as much as he vaguely remember he had been. 25 lashes with a power whip if the beating happened anywhere besides the blood court or training center. Then Yondu had pulled another rule out of his ass when it came to his son. Anyone beating the shit out of his son outside of those locations received double the amount of lashes along with a salt bath afterward. The rules helped keep the crew steady and less likely to murder each other outside of an easily control place. It didn't stop them from fighting even Yondu knew better then to try and control that. But a black eye or a split lip was vastly different then being admitted to medical and needing some intensive healing in a hurry.

Speaking with alarm Peter tried to change the other mans mind. "Dad you can't do that to Kraglin. It wasn't his fault."

Shaking his head as he responded to his son Yondu told him "Doesn't matter he knows the rules. Knows that no one is allowed to touch you and beat the snot out of you like that other then me."

Peter with a pounding head began to really argue with the other. "No, it was my fault I forgot about his trigger on locks. I was concentrating on giving him time with you which he really needed."

"I know son but rules are rules. If I don't enforce them even on him where will discipline be on this ship."

"I am not going to have you whip that man due to my mistake dad. You would be the one to have to met it out. Since he is First Mate you're the only one that can actually whip him being higher ranked then him. NO it is not going to happen!"

"Peter you don't have a choice in the matter. Do you realize you've been in medical now for the last eight hours?"

'Eight hours? Oh shit' "No but doesn't matter it was my fault what he needs is for me to apologize to him. Not have him beaten by his partner."

"I'm his Captain first partner second." Yondu wasn't any happier with the situation. But he didn't have much choice. It was going to put a serious riff between the two for a while but what else could he do.

While arguing they didn't notice the door opening quietly, letting in the man in question.

Clearing his throat he brought their attention to him. "Peter it's okay he needs to do it."

"KRAGLIN no what in hell. You are NOT getting a whipping cause of my fuck up. I WON'T LET IT HAPPEN!"

"Boy, I snapped and nearly killed you. Captains right he needs to enforce the rules for everyone. Including me." The First Mate sighed not looking forward to the whipping but who would.

"Like hell. Dad pick something else for him to do if you wish but he is NOT getting a set of strips cause of MY FUCK UP!" Peter was working himself up into a full blown rage.

Looking at the younger man the two elders could see the flickering lights in his eyes as he began to rage. Both becoming more concerned as a pure white light slowly collected in his fists and spread up and down his body. Peter was totally oblivious to the power circling around him, focusing on the simple injustice of seeing someone he loved whipped to an inch of his life cause he had made a mistake.

Yondu was not sure what the hell was going on with his boy, he had never seen this before. Glancing over at his First Mate to see his reaction he was shocked. Kraglin was looking at the kid as if he had seen this reaction before. If that was the case and he hadn't told him they were going to go a few more rounds.

Kraglin while really not wanting to get whipped tried any ways to explain why it had to happen. Keeping his voice down to calm the volatile man "Peter I want him to do it. I almost killed you cause I lost my temper. I deserve it."

"ENOUGH I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!" Peter had had enough with a howl of rage he shot his hand towards the taller man bolts of light leaving from his palm. Kraglin was suffused in light so bright Yondu had to turn his head away if he didn't wish to be blinded. A few moments later he felt the lights brightness go down allowing him to turn his head back towards his most loyal crew member. What he saw made his eye widen again. Standing before him unharmed was Kraglin surrounded by a glowing shield of light. From the top of his greasy mohawk to the bottom of his size 12 boots he was encased in a gently glowing light that swirled around him.

Peter was just as shocked as he looked over at the shielded man. "What the fuck?" were his last words before his eyes rolled up into his head and all hell broke loose on the ship.


And another chapter is done. Hope you all liked it I want to get some more writing done cause I think I only have about one chapter ahead now due to all the crap that has been going on recently. But I also need to work as much as I can on that blanket so going to be dividing time between the two. For now enjoy and let me know if you liked it or not.