I already said this on my german and dA FF accounts and I have also written it down on my account Bio on here
(but knowing that hardly anyone ever reads this!), I will say it here also:
I won't finish this story, because I have given up on all of my writing.
It just demotivates me when hardly a person reads what I write, translate and post, let alone leave me some feedback to show me that they are reading it and that they have sincere interest in it. I am not interested in writing and translation my stuff for such a silent community and that is why I have given up on all of my writing now once and for all.
I will only share what's already translated or finished and translated one-shots and when I am done with this, I will turn my back on writing forever.
I have given my so called followers so many chances to change, they never did, still ignore me and what I upload, never listen to my words, some even dared to insult me and treat me like a piece of shit and now I am DONE with this disrespectful behavior! I have better things to do in my life than wasting my time in doing all of this hard work for such a disrespectful "community".
I am sorry for those very few people who showed sincere interest in my writing. I apprecited every single comment you send to me and I also would like to thank you for all the nice chats we have had here or on dA :).
But my motivation to keep going is totally gone now. Say thank you to those silent people or those who insulted me for daring to ask for feedback. As if this would be a freaking crime or something!
Anyway, have fun with reading this chapter.
I don't know when I will upload the next chapter, for my real life has become very busy, due to a new work I just started.
And now have fun.
To answer some comment here:
paradise dazzleshine:
I have given up on my writing once and for all now and I am not interested to do all of this hard work of translating if only one or two people read it, I am sorry.
Thisisafakename:
Thank you very much. I am glad that you like my writing :).
FrostheIceDragon:
Vielen Dank für deinen Kommentar ;). And google translate did a pretty good job hehe. I am happy to see that you like my writing and that you like this GOTG FF. Oh and by that way: I don't need google translate to translate comments I get. I am able to read english and even write stories in english without the help of a translater. I only use the translator when I don't know a certain word, just to clarify this ;). My english is far from perfect, but I hope you guys can still read it and I hope you guys know what I mean with the stuff I post XD.
Guest:
Thank you. As I said: I will post what's already finished and translated, but I am not interested in keep working on the fics I started, including this story. I still have the feeling that hardly anyone reads this and that's why I am not interested anymore in finishing it, I am sorry. If hardly a person shows interest in what I am doing, then it just feels like a waste of time for me to work on this stuff.
Chapter 10
It took a while for Peter to get used to the conditions of the Milano.
The fast pace of the spaceship had surprised him and overtaxed his body and at first he had thought that his breakfast would jump out of his throat any second, but he had managed to keep it in. Also the sudden pressure difference didn't do him any good and although Yondu had been able to balance it quickly, it still cracked in his ears, when he swallowed. But he was sure that this would soon be gone again.
He still felt his heart pounding fast in his chest and adrenaline rushed through his veins. His stomach tingled and his brain was slow to process all this new information, because it was just too many at a time.
The Milano, Yondu, who traveled with him, the infinite vastness of space, the sound of powerful machines and engines that worked non-stop, the fact that he would soon walk on another planet and be the only human on Earth, who had the honor to do something like this...
It was all too much for him and for a moment he closed his eyes, trying to calm down and at the same time getting his heartbeat under control again.
"Is everything alright with you, Petey?" he heard Yondu ask and if he listened carefully, he could hear real concern in his voice and when he opened his eyes and looked at him, this assumption was confirmed, because he could see it in his eyes that he really worried about him.
He took a deep breath again, then nodded, silently telling him that everything was alright with him and he was only supposed to give him a few minutes to get used to all of this. He even felt Yondu slow down a bit to make sure the pressure would lighten up a bit. Yondu himself didn't mind the journey in such a spaceship, but when it came to Peter it was different and he knew that he had to take it slowly. A Terran's body was so different from that of a Centaurian and much more fragile. And Peter was still a child and therefore more sensitive to all of this stuff. Therefore, he had decided to take away some thrust and slow the pace.
"You don't have to fly slower...it's all right," the boy said and sat back straight.
"I think it's better when we slow things down a bit, kid. I don't know how yer body reacts otherwise if I just keep the tempo up. Plus, ya can look at everything in peace then."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Once we're on course, I'll turn on the autopilot and show ya the rest of the ship. After all, we will be here for a while. It will take one or two Terran days to reach the planet which I want to show ya. I mean, we could reach it within a few jumps, but I'm not sure if that's such a good idea."
"Jumps? What jumps?"
"Space jumps."
"What is that?"
"Well, that's hard to explain. I type in the coordinates of our planet here on this screen and there are jump portals that we use to get to our destination in minutes, if not seconds. That's what we call space jumps. But they put a lot of strain on the body, especially when too many follow at once. More than fifty space jumps would hurt yer body. And since I don't know how you react, I thought we were flying the old-fashioned way. Which will take some time. And as long as it takes to reach this planet, we can pass the time here, in which I show ya everything and explain it to ya."
Peter shook his head and Yondu then raised one of his eyebrows questioningly.
"What?"
"Do you know what people on my planet would give to be able to travel this way through the galaxy?"
"But why, Petey? Can't your species do that?"
"Of course not. It was hard enough to get to the moon."
"The moon? Your Terran Moon?"
"Yes."
A big grin spread across Yondu's face, making Peter growl.
"What's so funny about that?"
"The fact that it is a highlight for ya Terrans to fly to the moon. If only these Terrans knew what was going on in the galaxy..."
"Maybe they will one day."
"Hmm maybe...like in a million years hahaha."
"Very funny! Just make fun of my planet! Yours is certainly not better!"
"Don't be so sure, Petey. At least my planet was more advanced than yours."
"Was?"
"Yeah, I heard it was destroyed, but I have no idea if there's any truth in that rumor. I don't care. I didn't mean to ever return to my home planet anyway."
"Are there any others like you out there? I mean, have you ever met another?"
"Other Centaurians? To be honest: no. But I've never really paid attention, ya know? Maybe there are others like me out there, but maybe not and I'm the last survivor of my kind. I wouldn't care. "
He was certainly lying and did care about this; Peter could see that clearly in his eyes and how he looked gloomy out of the window, but he didn't say anything and preferred not to talk about the subject any more. Instead, his gaze went out into the seemingly infinite universe and his eyes lit up.
"May I unbuckle my seatbelt?"
"Aye."
A smile crossed the boy's face and he unbuckled his seatbelt, only to stand in front of the window, from where he had an even better view of the stars. He heard Yondu press a few buttons and then he unbuckled himself from his seatbelt and seconds later he stood beside Peter and the two stared silently out the large window.
"I wish Mom could see this..."
The words came over Peter's lips, before he could keep himself from uttering them out loud and as soon as he realized what he had just said, a veil of melancholy darkened his features and also the sparkle disappeared from his eyes.
Yondu looked at him silently, before his gaze returned to the stars.
"Do ya know what they tell each other in the galaxy, Peter?"
The boy shook his head.
"No."
He looked at Yondu, but the Ravager didn't look back at him, but continued to look out the window.
"They say that, when a being dies, his or her soul wanders to the stars and lives on there. Forever. The body may have passed, but the soul is not. It will be one with the galaxy again."
He turned his head to him and looked at the boy with a soft smile on his lips, before he knelt down to him and put his hand gently onto his head and stroked his fingers through his short hair.
"When you look into the stars, think of your mother. She is always with ya, even if ya may not see her."
And it was this one sentence that brought tears to the boy's eyes and before Yondu could say another word, Peter had already thrown himself around his neck and pressed himself against him. The Ravager was surprised, hadn't expected such a strong reaction and still he didn't know how to deal with such a situation and he didn't even want to start from the feelings that flowed through his body. Still, he returned the hug, albeit timidly.
No one could tell how long the two remained in this position. It could have been seconds, but also hours, or even days.
Yondu finally cleared his throat and stood up quickly, gently pushing Peter away from him, who wiped the tears from his eyes and smiled at him slightly and that was just too much for the otherwise so cold pirate to handle, because he cleared his throat once again and turned his back on the boy.
"Come on, kid. No more sentimentalism. Let's explore the ship a bit..."
A small grin creeped onto the child's features and once more he wiped the remaining tears from his eyes.
"You're not as evil as you always pretend to be, aren't you?"
"Pfft, don't be silly, boy. Ya have no idea how evil I can be."
"Maybe...but not now."
Slowly, very slowly, the Ravager turned around and grinned gloomily at the boy and he slowly started to walk towards him.
"Shall I prove the contrary to ya?"
"I'm not scared of you!"
"Oh no? Aren't ya? If ya ain't scared of me, why do ya back away from me then?"
"I don't do that!"
But as he uttered those words, his legs already crashed against the captain's chair and with a soft shriek, he plopped down onto the chair. Yondu was over him in seconds, building himself up in front of him, his hands propped on the armrests of the chair, his eyes so intimidating that Peter was getting smaller and smaller in the chair.
"Not scared, huh? Sure, Petey. I can totally see that right now."
"Alright, alright! I give up! You win..."
"Good boy."
Peter grunted softly.
"Don't play like this. Everyone would be scared of an alien!"
"Hey! Who do you call alien here?!"
Now it was Peter's turn to grin.
"You!"
The Ravager Captain narrowed his eyes threateningly, but Peter could see that he wasn't serious and that he was just kidding.
Even if Yondu had an admittedly strange kind of humor ...
"For me, you're the alien here, Petey!" he said, pinching the boy's sides, causing him to giggle, before the pirate got back into an upright position and grinned down at him.
"And since we have clarified that now, I can finally show ya the rest of ship. Come on. Get up."
Yondu didn't even wait for him, but turned around and headed for the stairs, leading down from the bridge to the lower section of the Milano.
Peter quickly jumped down from the captain's chair, but he didn't immediately follow Yondu.
Before he did so, he paused for a moment, turning his head once more to the window to look at the stars and recalling Yondu's words he had said about his mother.
A small smile appeared on Peter's face, as his gaze went into the stars and only Yondu's voice ripped him out of his thoughts as it came from the bottom of the spaceship and called out to him.
One last time, Peter looked at the stars, before turning around and walking down the stairs to explore the rest of the Milano together with his mentor...