Author's note:
Here's the next chapter, sorry it's a 'LITTLE' late... Hope you enjoy!
Chapter
"Okay, first of all, we need to know the ins-and-outs -" Star-lord said over the panel were they usually debrief their plans.
"I am Groot?" Groot cut in. Peter turned his gaze towards his little comrade, the raccoon.
Rocket sighed as he rubbed his face. " He wanted to know why we can't do what we usually do."
Peter gave his tree comrade a grim smile. "Well, if we do go in fires blazing, they'll know we're here and they will more than likely kill her."
"I used to go to Titan, in my battle arena days, and I know that it is well fortified," Drax said.
"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Star-lord muttered to himself, turned to face Drax. " So what do you suppose?"
"We need to to be able to infiltrate the base without being seen."
"Why thank you captain obvious, why didn't we think of that before?" Rocket said sarcastically.
"Wait a sec, I think Drax might be on to something..." Peter wiped his head around at neck breaking speed. " Rocket, do the ship's cloaking device still work?"
"It should do wh-" Rocket cut himself off as realization slapped him in the face.
"Set a course, for Titan," Peter announced as Rocket scuttled to the piloted seat and started plotting in the coordinates.
Drax immediately started polishing his knives, and Groot... well let's just say he went to sleep... Peter made a slow track to his room, with a minor detour to Lotus'. He knocked on her door, before, slightly opening it and poking his head in her room. There was no one there. Peter slowly closed the door and started to make his way to his room.
"Lotus?" Quill called out, panic rising from the pit of his stomach. When he reached his room, the door was ajar.
"I'm in here dad," a weak and shaky voice came, from within the depths of his room.
Peter let out a deep sigh of relief, simultaneously, pushed open the door. "Hey baby-girl, what are you doing in here?" When she didn't answer him, he crouched down by her side. The poor little thing was sitting on the floor -leaning on the bed- whilst hugging her legs. "Lotus..." he whispered to gain her attention.
"Huh?" Lotus looked up and turned her head to gaze at him.
"You ok?" Peter -leaned on the side of the bed next to her- wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into a mini hug.
"I-" She stuttered, "I-I don't know." A single tear rolled down the side of her face. Peter wiped the tear away and rested her head on the chest.
"Poor kid," Peter thought to himself, "She's probably not slept in days..." A little tug on his shirt brought him out of his thoughts.
"Dad?" Lotus asked, once her tears were all dried up. She looked into the eyes of her father.
"Yeah?" He replied as he dried the remaining tears on her face; her pezzotaite eyes were blood shot and swollen.
Lotus sniffled. " What if we don't get to Titan on time? What if-"her voice broke as fresh tears started pouring down her face like a raging river heading down stream. Peter knew her pain all too well... I guess you can say it's different because her mother was still alive and not dying from cancer, just held captive by her evil father... Okay, maybe he didn't fully understand her pain but, he had a brief idea.
"Dad?" Lotus said after a while.
"Yeah?" he responded as he dried her tear stained cheeks.
"The plan to get mum back isn't fully fool-proof."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if they're as bad as you guys say, how do you really expect us to sneak onto that planet?"
Peter realized that she had a valid point. "How did I miss that out?" He thought.
"Camouflaging the Milano can only get us so far."
Like a cat springing after a mouse, Peter was up in an instant - tail by his daughter - was running through the Milano shouting at the top of his lungs. How could he have been so stupid to not think about Titan's security measures?
"Rocket!" He yelled at the top of his voice as he sprinted out of the room.
"What!?" The trigger happy raccoon yelled back.
"Stop the ship!" Peter said as he came to a sliding halt.
"What?"
"The plan, it's not fool proof."
"Duh, that's because it's your plan."
Peter glared daggers at him. As the ship came to a halt. Peter walked over and sat in his chair as he started typing in a series of numbers.
"What are you doing?"
"Calling backup. And when I say 'backup' I mean the Nova corps and the Ravagers."
"Jeez Quill, I know what you mean. I'm not Drax ya know!"
"I am Groot." Groot said from behind.
"Whatever..." Rocket mumbled as he folded his arms and slumped in the pilot's chair.
"Hey, Quill, how are ya?" An all to familiar voice filled the small cockpit. "And li'l Lotus."
"Hey Yondu, that ain't why I called-" of course he was cut off.
"Now, hang up a minuet boy'o, ya know Lotus. I saved your father from being eaten."
Peter slapped his for head and dragged his hand down his face. "Not this shit again.."
"Yondu!" he snapped, cutting him off.
"Peter Quill." A voice addressed, as Irani Rael (a.k.a Nova Prime)'s face, appeared on a different screen.
The bridge was quiet. "I need your help." He sighed. " Gamora's been taken by Thanos." He explained.
"How did that happen?" Irani asked clearly surprised, "Wasn't she rescued from Crimson Red. In your report, you said so."
"Yeah, you was gloatin' to me 'bout how you defeated her?" Yondu asked.
"I know... but they'd switched her with a clone... and she's on Titan, but we need your help to bail her out."
Both figures nodded in agreement. Tears welled in Peter's eyes as he tried to hide the excitement of getting his wife back from raisin-chin.
"I'm transmitting coordinates of where to meet," Peter announced as he started typing buttons on the screen. The call(s) ended.
Peter turned to his daughter, "Let's go get your mother from that son of a bitch...after we make a quick stop at earth."
"Why?" Rocket asked.
"So that the Avengers can help us!" Lotus intervened with hope and excitement.
"Alright," Rocket said as he plotted in the coordinates for Earth( and to his surprise they weren't that far away), " Let's go get us some krutacking humies!" As he steamed the ship and entered hyper-speed.