Rhea was kicked back with one of her books humming some Beach Boy themes while Rocket tinkered. Over the years with Rocket and Groot she had introduced them to a wide variety of earth music, the favorites being the Beatles, the Beach Boys, and the Monkees.

"Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, yo, Ranger Rick! What are you doing?" Peter snapped at Rocket as he pulled apart a piece of the ship. "You can't take apart my ship without asking me. See, what is this?"

"Don't touch that." Rhea warned as she closed her book.

"Why not?" Peter questioned.

"It's a bomb." Rocket said.

"A bomb?" Peter echoed.

"Yup." Rocket nodded.

"And you leave is lying around?" Peter said.

"Rocket, if I told you one I told you a thousand times, pick up after yourself." Rhea admonished him lightly.

"I was going to put it into a box." Rocket replied opening a drawer.

"What's a box going to do?" Peter snapped.

"How about this one?" Rocket said taking out a colorfully wrapped package.

"No! Whoa! Hey!" Peter grabbed the package shoving it back into the drawer and closing it.

"Why? What is it?" Rocket asked.

"Shut up!" Peter snapped.

"Hey!" Rocket scoffed.

"What is that?" Peter pointed to the machine Rocket was working on.

"That is for if things get really hardcore." Rocket replied with a glint in his eye. "Or if you want to blow up moons."

"No one is blowing up moons." Gamora said as Rhea got up and walked over to the table where a hologram was playing over it.

"You just want to suck the joy out of everything." Rocket grumbled as he got back to work and Peter also walked over to the table.

"So listen, I'm going to need your buyer's coordinates." Peter said to Gamora.

"We're heading in the right direction for now." Gamora replied as she picked up the orb.

"If we're going to work together you might try trusting me a little bit." Peter said walking over to her.

"And how much do you trust me?" Gamora questioned.

"I'd trust you a lot more if you told me what this was." Peter replied taking the orb and setting it down on the table. "because I'm guessing it's some kind of weapon."

"I don't know what it is." Gamora replied.

"If it's a weapon we should use it against Ronan." Drax said picking it up.

"Put it down you fool, you'll destroy us all." Gamora snapped at him.

"Or just you murderess." Drax snarled.

"I let you live once princess." Gamora got into his face.

"I am not a princess!" Drax snapped then both of them winced snapping their hands to their ears as they looked to Rhea who had let out a piecing whistle.

"That is enough." Rhea snapped with a dark glare. "You two don't get along I get that, but I don't want to hear about it so separate now!"

"Right, no one is killing anyone on my ship." Peter added. "We're stuck together until we get the money."

"I have no interest in money." Drax replied tossing the orb to Peter before walking away.

"Great, that means more money for the four of us." Peter said easily then Groot huffed. "For the five of us. Partners?"

"We have an agreement, but I would never be partners with the likes of you." Gamora sneered. "I will tell the buyer we are on our way and Quill…your ship is filthy."

"Oh she has no idea." Peter said as Gamora walked away. "If I had a black light this place would look like a Jackson Pollock painting."

"You got issues Quill." Rocket shook his head. Rhea laughed softly before eyeing a guitar sitting nearby, hidden behind some junk.

"Hey Quill, mind if I borrow your guitar?" Rhea asked him moving over to the instrument.

"I have a guitar?" Quill looked over to her as she pulled it out.

"Apparently." Rhea rasied an amused eyebrow at him. "So do you mind?"

"Nah, I guess not, go for it." Peter shrugged as sat down in her previous seat, running her fingers over the strings as she turned them. One it was up to her standards she started to strum out 'Yesterday' closing her eyes as she played and catching Peter's attention.

"That was pretty good." Peter commented when she finished.

"Thanks." Rhea said as she played a softer tune on the guitar. "Music is a comfort of mine."

"Me to." Peter nodded. "You play a lot?"

"Whenever I can, do you?" Rhea asked.

"Nah, I mostly just listen, don't even know why I have that thing. Never really tried playing an instrument." Quill shrugged. "How many do you play?"

"It'd be easier to ask what she doesn't play." Rocket commented from where he was working on his next weapon.

"It's true which makes it stink that when they sent by ship back to Asgard they sent all of my instruments as well." Rhea pouted sourly. "But my talents are very much attuned to music, instrumental anyway. I sadly inherited my father's singing abilities."

"Yeah, it's disaster." Rocket snickered knowing that it was a sour point with her that she couldn't sing.

"Cram it ring-tail." Rhea grumbled as Rocket laughed.

"I am Groot." Groot commented.

"Oh and your artistic skills put Rembrandt to shame." Rhea scoffed.

"So how did you get from earth to out here?" Peter asked changing the subject.

"I left earth, went to Asgard, and stole a ship." Rhea replied with a shrug.

"Why'd you leave?" Peter once again questioned and regretted when he saw her face fall.

"My family and everyone I ever knew on earth is dead." Rhea said with a dark look, her eyes distant and angry. "There was a war that never happened and they all died defending each other during it."

"What do you mean a war that never happened?" Peter asked, but Rhea stood to her feet.

"That is a story that I have only ever told those extremely close to me." Rhea replied as she started to walk away leaving the guitar behind. "Sorry Star Lord, I just don't know you well enough."

"Do you know what happened to her?" Peter asked Rocket when Rhea was gone.

"Groot and me are the only ones she's told." Rocket replied starring after Rhea in concern.

"I am Groot." Groot said looking to the way Rhea had left as well.

"Yeah, it is a sad story." Rocket sight as Peter followed Groot's gaze pondering about the strange woman. He had never met anyone like her before, and couldn't help but to wonder what else there was to know.

-0-

A while later after she had gathered herself Rhea walked up to the cockpit where she found Rocket and set down in the co-pilots seat. She starred out over the vastness of space laid out before her, countless stars and nebulas moving in perfect grace.

"You ok?" Rocket asked her.

"I'm fine." Rhea nodded as they traveled through a thick nebula, pushing her past away. She worked the monitor bringing up exterior readings while Drax and Gamora joined them. "We're coming up on something."

"Heads up, we're inbound." Rocket called out as they came upon a giant head of a decrepit looking robot.

"Whoa." Peter breathed out coming up the stairs and staring out at the head.

"I haven't been here for years." Rhea breathed out. "Still amazed every time I see it."

"What is that?" Drax asked.

"It's called Knowhere, the severed head of an ancient celestial being." Gamora replied as the others looked on in awe. "Be wary headed in, rodent. There are no regulations here."

"Gamora, keep calling Rocket rodent and I will set you on fire." Rhea shot her a dark look. Gamora glanced at her trying to look indifferent giving a reluctant nod; she knew that Rhea held a power that was something to be wary of. "The same goes for the rest of you."