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NOT 100% A BITCH

JUNE 25, 2014
RAVAGER'S SHIP

EVAN HAD EVERYONE gather into one of the unused rooms, prompting the computer screens to display the different plans that she and Peter had discussed with the other a-holes. The Ravagers stood with them, as they discussed and reinvented their plan to kill Ronan and get a hold of the Infinity Stone the Collector had introduced them to.

What they would do with it after that point was questionable with Yondu's greedy eye landing on it for a profit, but the implications of the Stone and what horrors they could curse upon the Universe was too great to let in the lay hands of anyone. Evan stated they would have to discuss it later, leading Yondu to believe he would keep the Stone in the meantime.

Yondu had them suited in Ravager's garments, red leather that formed tight to the skin for ease of movement and weapons strapped in every odd pocket they could.

Gamora and Peter had taken the lead on the discussion of what would go on, Gamora strutting across the middle of the room as she spoke.

"The stone reacts to anything organic. The bigger the target, the bigger the power surge," Gamora explained, turning on her heel to look around the room.

Peter sauntered next to her, continuing, "All Ronan's gotta do I touch the Stone to the planet's surface and zap! All plants, animals, Nova Corps—"

"Everything will die."

"So, Ronan does not make the surface."

Peter made his way to one of the screens, bringing up replicas of their ships to show the room how they would replicate the plan.

"Rocket will lead a team to blow a hole in the Dark Aster's Starboard hull. Then, our craft and Yondu's will enter," he explained.

"Won't there be hundred of Sakaaran soldiers inside?" Kraglin asked.

Evan sat beside Kraglin on a crate Peter had pulled in for her; her injured leg stretched in front of her. Drax stood on the other side of Yondu's number two, a sneer puckering on his lip.

"I think of Sakaaran as paper people," Drax spat, glaring at the man's cowardice.

Kraglin smiled brightly in an odd response, punching the side of Drax's arms thinking he had been making a joke. Although, as Evan and the other's who had been with him since the Kyln, Drax was no joker. He whipped his head towards Kraglin's hand as if it were a threat, spitting at the man. Evan quickly took Kraglin's forearm to drag him back before Drax ripped his head off. Between Drax spitting on him and Evan pulling him out of the kill zone, Kraglin's smile dispersed as he realized the man was serious.

After the failed interaction, Gamora continued with their plans, setting up a blueprint of the power source inside Ronan's ship.

"Once they know we're on board, Ronan will isolate himself behind impenetrable security doors on deck which I can disable by dismantling the power source," she explained, smirking.

"Once Ronan is dead, we will retrieve the Stone," Peter explained, one of the Ravager's walking through with a smaller version of the Orb, handing one to the team set to retrieve the stone. "If you touch it, it will kill you."

"I'll contact one of the Nova officers who arrested us," Peter stated, Evan eyed him with a raised brow and coughed slightly for his attention. "Fine, Evan will contact them. Hopefully, they'll believe her when she says we're here to help."

"They have no reason not to trust us," Evan assured the room.

"They have plenty of reasons not to trust us," Peter corrected her. "That's why you have to sweet talk him, get him to understand and trust us."

Rocket raised a finger to call attention to himself, "There's one more thing we need to complete the plan," Rocket stated, turning to one of the Ravager's with an artificial eye. "That guy's eye."

"No!" Peter objected immediately. "No, we don't know. We don't need that guys!"

"No, seriously, I need it!" Rocket defended. "It's important to me," he muttered quietly behind his hand.

"HERMANITA, VEN AQUÍ," Peter called as the meeting concluded and everyone filed out of the room, few lingering. (Little sister, come here.)

Evan turned on her heel, still struggling with her leg some but the pain shot was wearing, and the shot didn't go farther than the dermis. She just needed to keep it wrapped and hopefully after everything on Xandar she could get some regenerative pills to help heal faster.

Right then, for Evan, none of that bothered her as she rushed over to Peter (with the help of some adrenaline, thinking about dying soon) and jumped into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning back with a laugh before groaning loudly at the pain.

"Idiot, you're wounded. Why would you do that?" he asked, holding her under the thighs.

She pulled herself back towards him, her head stuffed between his head and shoulder, the two taking a moment to breathe each other in. Who knew when they would see each other alive again, maybe this moment would be the last time.

Peter felt the warm tears of Evan's fall onto his cheek and melt into the scruff on his chin. He pulled her closer, some of those warm tears finding themselves prickling at the back of his eyes.

"Te amo, hermano," Evan whispered, turning her head to the side so she could breathe easier. "No se te permite morir." (I love you, big brother. You're not allowed to die.)

"Tampoco estás," he whispered back, his hand clutching tightly at her hair as if she'd fade from his grip with one false move. "Let's go," Peter muttered. (Neither are you.)

Evan relaxed her legs, her arms still around Peter's neck as he leaned down to set her softly on the metal grating. He held his arm out to her after she wiped the tears from her eyes, and she laughed, taking his arm and leaned her shoulder on his bicep.

JUNE 25, 2014
XANDAR ─ CAPITAL CITY OF THE NOVA EMPIRE

CORPSMAN DEY WALKED into the meeting hall where Nova Prime spoke to her security on the day of the treaty signing. He had just gotten word from the kid, Evan Quill, that he had arrested only days before and teased her by calling her Even. She was a good kid, he knew, since the day he first arrested her on some petty theft her brother had talked her into. She had only been twenty-two at the time and malleable in the hands of her brother. Taking his word like law, they had gotten out with a warning because of the Star Prince's silver tongue and her kind words.

"Nova Prime," he called to the woman aging well with thick white hair styled in the fashion of the Nova Corps business attire. She turned, her blue eyes piercing like a dagger as she eyed him up and down, waiting for him to continue. "I received a transmission from one of the Ravagers. She says Ronan's in possession of something called an Infinity Stone, and he's headed toward Xandar."

Irani Rael's eyes opened wide as she stared at her subordinated in horror at the news.

"Oh, God."

"It's a trick," Denarian Saal called from across the room, rolling his eyes. "She's a criminal."

"Did she say why we should believe her?" Nova Prime Rael asked, turning from Saal to Dey, her eyebrows screwed together between the points both men gave her. It wasn't just common knowledge to know about the Infinity Stones.

Dey sighed, "She said her crew just escaped from prison so she'd have no other reason to risk coming to Xandar for help. She says that she's an 'a-hole,' but she's not, and quoting her here, 'one hundred percent a bitch,'" Dey concluded, holding his shoulders tightly as he recited her words.

"Do you believe her?" Nova Prime Rael asked.

"I don't know that I believe anyone is one hundred percent a bitch, ma'am."

"I mean, do you believe that she is here to help?" she restated for him.

Dey took a moment, looking towards Nova Prime Rael, before nodding his head firmly, "Yeah."