A few months after the incident on Xandar, Peter and I land on Morag. Morag is a dark planet covered in ancient ruins. An ancient civilization thrived here once, several millennia ago, until most of the surface flooded. We're meeting up with Youndu to retrieve an ancient artifact. Well, we're supposed to be meeting with him, but Quill decided that we should just grab the object ourselves.
Upon landing, Quill turned on his walkman and began dancing like an idiot. I roll my eyes. Soon we come across some stone ruins that were once an ancient temple. When we enter, I use a magnetic device to get a small sphere from a column without activating any booby traps.
Suddenly, a strange man shows up, leading a group of armed goons.
"Drop it," he orders.
"Uhh, hey," Quill greets
"Drop it, now!" The newcomer orders.
"Hey, cool, man. No problem." Peter motions at me to drop the orb and I comply.
"How do you know about this," the stranger asks.
"We're junkers. We have no idea what that thing is," I cover quickly.
"You don't look like junkers. You're wearing Ravager garb."
"They're just outfits, man," Peter lies as one of the goons begins poking him. "Ninja Turtle, you better stop poking me."
"What are your names?"
"My name is Peter Quill, okay? Dude, chill out."
"Kata Jor-El."
"Move," the stranger harshly orders.
"Why?" I ask angrily.
"Ronan may have questions for you." I'm not entirely sure who Ronan is, but from rumors I've heard, I doubt he's just a well-meaning civilian.
"Hey, you know what?" Peter remarks. "There's another name you might know me by, Star-Lord." I roll my eyes. I had told him several times that "Star-Lord" was a dumb name, but he had pointed out that "Superkid" was worse. In my defense, Ms. Grant chose that name. Even if she didn't know my secret identity, I don't think she liked me very much. Probably because my sister-in-law was her arch Nemesis.
"Who?" the stranger asks.
"Star-Lord, legendary outlaw," Peter tries to explain. I resist the urge to roll my eyes again. Being charged with several misdemeanors does not exactly make one a "legendary outlaw".
"Move," we're commanded.
"Whatever," I snap as we attack the goons. Luckily, I had absorbed enough yellow sun radiation from the last planet we visited and we are able to make an easy escape. Well, easy until Peter loses control of the Milano. We are thrown from our seats as geysers try to swat us out of the sky. Eventually, we manage to escape the atmosphere and I switch on the autopilot.
"You are a terrible pilot," I announce.
"That was no worse than when you try to fly," Peter retorts.
"Well, I've barely had any practice in the past two years. I don't know if you've noticed, but there isn't exactly an abundance of habitable worlds orbiting yellow suns. Besides, I'm a far better pilot than you."
"You can barely land."
"At least I can land with the scrap you call landing gear!"
"Well, the landing gear isn't that important." At that moment Yondu calls, cutting into our argument.
"Don't you dare answer that," Peter tells me. I flip him off as I tap the screen.
"Quill, Jor-El?" Youndu doesn't sound too happy.
"I would just like to say that this is all Peter's fault," I remark as I leave the view of the webcam. "I tried to warn him."
"Hey, Yondu," Peter greets.
"I'm here on Morag. Ain't no orb, ain't no you."
"Well, we were in the neighborhood. We thought we would save you the hassle."
"Well, where you two at now?"
"I feel really bad about this, but I'm not gonna tell you that."
"I slaved putting this deal together."
"Making a few calls is 'slaved'?" I retort, still out of Yondu's sight.
"And now, you're gonna rip me off! We do not do that to each other. We're Ravagers. We've got a code."
"And that code is steal from everybody!" Peter retorts. I don't think he really cares enough to completely know the code.
"When I picked you up on Terra-"
"Picked me up?"
"These boys of mine wanted to eat you. They ain't never tasted any Terran before. I stopped 'em. You're alive because of me! I will find you, I will." At that point, I end the call.

"Mr. Quill, Ms. Jor-El," the Broker greets. We are on Xandar to sell the orb.
"Broker, the orb, as commissioned," Peter says, relinquishing the artifact.
"Where's Yondu?"
"Wanted to be here, sends his love. And told me to tell you, that you got the best eyebrows in the business. What is it?" I roll my eyes. Peter is an idiot. Though the Broker does look like he stole his eyebrows from a great horned owl.
"It's my policy never to discuss my clients or their needs."
"Yeah, well, we almost died getting it for you."
"An occupational hazard, I'm sure, in your line of work."
"Some machine-headed freak, working for a dude named Ronan." At the mention of Ronan, the Broker's expression suddenly changes.
"Ronan? I'm sorry, I truly am. But I want no part of this transaction if Ronan is involved."
"Who's Ronan?" Quill asks as we're forced out of the Broker's shop.
"A Kree fanatic, outraged by the peace treaty, who will not rest until Xandarian culture, my culture, is wiped from existence!"
"Come on."
"He's someone whose bad side I'd rather not be on."
"What? What about our bad side? Kata shoots lasers from her eyeballs!"
"Farewell." The door is shut an inch away from our noses.
"Y'know, he kinda has a point," I reason.
A Zen-Whoberi woman with green skin and pink-tipped black hair was standing nearby.
"What happened?" she asks.
"Uh...this guy just backed out of a deal on us. If there's one thing I hate, it's a man without integrity. Peter Quill. People call me Star-Lord. This is my younger sister Kata." I just glare. I have a bad feeling about this stranger. Then again, after spending a year around pirates, anyone would gain some level of mistrust.
"You have the bearing of a man of honor," she tells Peter. I think she's flirting with him, which means that she's either stupid or she's out to get us. Judging by the fact that there's a sword strapped to her belt, I'm leaning towards the latter. Two years ago, I would have called this paranoia, but ever since the Crisis, I've probably been in as many life or death situations as Kara and Kal combined.
"Well, you know, I wouldn't say that. People say it about me, all the time, but it's not something I would ever say about myself." I am about to roll my eyes, as the woman attacks us. Not only are we taken by surprise, but my powers ran out back on Morag and I'm pretty much useless in a fight without them. Soon, a raccoon and a humanoid tree join the squabble. They're probably bounty hunters, based on the fact that they are trying to catch Peter and me. The fight soon ends when several Nova Corps ships show up to arrest us.
"By the authority of the Nova Corps, you are under arrest for endangerment to life and the destruction of property," someone from one of the ships announces.
"Hey! If it isn't Star-Prince and his little sister," Dey remarks as he and other officers put us in handcuffs.
"Star-Lord," Peter muttered.
"Oh, sorry. Lord. I picked these two up a while back for petty theft. He's got a codename."
"It's an outlaw name."