Author's Note: This chapter will be tied to Remnant's Mightiest Heroes. Think of this as a prequel. Now, I can't have the Guardians be aliens because until there's strong enough evidence, I don't know if there are any aliens at all in the world of RWBY, so I had to rework their origins.
Any and all comments are welcome.
"To my dear son, Peter Quill.
Hello, Peter. I've only recently discovered your existence. I'm quite surprised myself. I hope that Meredith has been treating you well, until her death. I hope to one day officially meet you. After all, I've heard of your adventures and I'm quite impressed and very proud of you. You are destined for greatness. I'm sure of it."
"I'm not in love
So don't forget it
It's just a silly phase I'm going through
And just because
I called you up
Don't get me wrong. Don't think you've got it made
I'm not in love. No, no
It's becaaaaauuuuuuse"
Poor Peter Quill. The eight-year-old sat just outside of the hospital room listening to the music on his Walkman and hoping for good news about his mother. So far, it wasn't good. She had been sick for a good amount of time, and when the doctor approached him with a sad look on his face, Peter figured that the sickness had already taken its toll on her.
"Come on. Your mother wants to talk to you."
Peter nodded sadly as he got up. He put away his scroll and walked into the hospital room. He saw his mom, Meredith Quill, laying on her bed frail and sickly, but still smiling full of life at him.
"Peter, my special boy." She said cradling his face with her hand.
A tear fell out of Peter's eye. "I don't want you to go, Mom."
"I'm never gone, not as long as you remember me." Meredith said. "Listen, your uncle's going to take care of you. Just until your dad comes to pick you up."
Peter heard his mother, but he still repeated his plea. "I don't want you to go."
"Oh, Peter." Meredith said. She released his face and held it up in front of him. "Take my hand, Peter."
Peter hesitated. He knew that if he did, he would truly have to accept that his mother was about to die, and he didn't want to. He was too afraid to believe that his mother, the most innocent person he ever knew, was about to die. After a second, Meredith's hand dropped and the last of her life faded in front of Peter, who burst out into tears.
"No! NO!"
"Peter, come with me." The doctor said. But before he could grab him, Peter escaped from him and ran out of the hospital. More than that, he ran out of the city of Mistral and into the forest outside.
Peter kept running and running leaving only a trail of tears behind him. He must have ran for a couple of hours before his legs finally gave way and he collapsed onto the ground. But his numb legs compared not to the sadness that escaped his heart. How could a child cope with seeing his mother die in front of him?
Peter slowly picked himself up with his legs when he found himself surrounded by a group of people. He looked around seeing the shifty people who surrounded him. And standing right in front of him was a young adult woman. She had black hair, red eyes, and wore a red armor with a sword at her hip.
"What do we do with this one, Raven?" asked one of the bandits.
The one called Raven leaned in to get a good look at Peter. She saw the sadness he was feeling. She stood back up and addressed her followers. "We'll take him back to camp. See if he'll be one of us."
Nine years later…
"I am Groot."
"And I don't care." Said the short, Atlesian woman who escorted her most unusual prisoners.
In front of her were a very large man made of wood, as if he was a walking tree. In front of the tree was a much smaller creature, a raccoon. Like, an actual raccoon. He stood on his own two legs and mumbled to himself. He also wore an orange-and-black, sleeveless outfit.
"Don't try talking her out of it, Groot." The raccoon said to his giant tree friend. "It's hard for her to hear anything from down there."
"Now, see here! I am Special Operative Caroline Cordovin, and I won't have any lip from you, rodent!"
"Rodent?" the raccoon asked angrily. "Now, YOU see here! My name is Rocket and this here is my companion, Groot!"
"I already know his name." Cordovin stated. "He's introduced himself thirty times since you White Fang spies entered Argus."
"For the twelve-millionth time, Cordy… WE AIN'T WHITE FANG!" Rocket shouted.
"Ever heard of the right to remain silent?" Cordovin asked. She stopped in front of a holding cell and opened it. She had her two, identical soldiers push Rocket and Groot into it.
"You just made a big mistake, short stuff." Rocket said. "When I get out of here, and I will get out of here, I'll cut you down to size only once so you'd shrink out of existence!"
"Are you threatening a highly-decorated officer of Atlas?" Cordovin asked.
"No, I'm threatening a radio girl who apparently shops at the baby store." Rocket replied.
Cordovin growled. "Enjoy your cellmates." She turned away to leave.
"Cellmates?" Rocket asked. He then realized that he and Groot weren't alone in that big cell. Towering over him was a large, muscular, man with red tattoos flowing over his body. He had on a pair of pants, but no shirt. The large man growled as he lifted Rocket by the back of his neck.
"What manner of creature is this that should not even cross my path?" he asked.
"Let me go!" Rocket shouted.
"I am Groot."
"And I am Drax the Destroyer, the most feared fighter in all of Mistral. None have bested me!"
"Not true. I bested you this morning." Corrected a girl. She was a young lady with notably green skin and black hair tied back.
"That did not count!" Drax protested. "You cheated! You had a weapon and I did not!"
"So are you not going to question why there's a talking raccoon and a walking tree in here with us?" the woman asked.
"Us?" Rocket asked. "You're the one with green skin, lady!"
"Let's just say my father had a… unique training regimen. My name's Gamora."
Rocket wiggled until he was free from Drax's grip. "Well, to answer your question, I'd prefer if you didn't call me a raccoon. It was you humies who gave us that stupid name. Secondly, the reason I can talk is because it's my semblance."
"An animal with a semblance?" Drax asked. "How outrageous."
"And yet, it's true. Only it didn't give me super strength or laser eyes. No, all it did was make me smart enough to walk and talk. As for Groot…"
"I am Groot."
Rocket sighed. "He said he doesn't know his story. Been like this longer than he can remember."
"Get your mitts off of me!" shouted a familiar voice. The sound of someone struggling had reached its way to the cell. It opened up and a certain young man in a red jacket was thrown into the cell. It was Peter Quill, who took the time to observe his cellmates.
"And who are you?" Gamora asked.
Peter grinned and presented himself dramatically. "Call me… Star Lord."
"…Who?" most of everyone asked.