Hello fanfiction, Mr.E here, hope you are doing good. thank you for every review, favorite and follow. they mean the world to me.
a special thanks to h mae- Marco might've gotten out of that without star. maybe. probably. no, no he would've died. I think his past really defines his cocky yet live in the moment attitude. thank you so much! im getting better at catching my mistakes. here have another chapter.
Finn- i am really happy you enjoyed it.
Fabio- there's not much in this chapter for references but i am doing alot of them because they are awesome. i shall keep this story going though admittedly i have to plan now since this was just supposed to be a two shot and now its being a full fledged story. actually i read back and even i was like "wow my writing has really changed hasn't it?" it's weird what a few months can do. Well i am very happy you enjoyed it and hope you enjoy this chapter as well.
and last but by no means least, my guest reviewer. If you think that got you thinking of borderlands, a skag is mentioned in this chapter. i am actually working on a borderlands AU though it'll be more along the lines of Tales of than the mainstream games *since that easily has the best story and dialogue* the problem i have is do i put it as a series of one shots or do i give it its own story? still on the fence about that one. As for actual GoTG characters, im thinking cameos are best simply because well this is a starco story. I am definitely adding cosmo, come on a Russian telepathic golden retriever? Only in marvel's cosmic universe and totally fits as a laser puppy from Star. I am also adding Nova who plays a big part in some major guardians storylines but who is nova in this universe, i am not telling yet. yes i am planning on adding Star vs characters into the mix, filling out the roles found in the comics and movie as well as another other roles i might throw in. You my dear guest actually guessed correctly. Ferguson and Alfonso will be in this version as groot and Rocket. I couldn't resist the idea of them teaming up and I am Ferg was just too good to pass up. though admittedly im stuck between calling him Feroot or Fergroot. they both work well.
now the next chapter here, a little shorter because i didnt want to overwhelm you with too many details. I would've gotten this up last week but ive been resting after a pretty intense doctor's appointment. im perfectly fine but it did require lost of bed rest. i will try to get the next part up by the end of the week.
So author notes. I am a huge, huge guardians fan for both the comics and the movie. And i admit the movie was a great surprise, really capturing the feel of the comics even though they changed some parts *Like Drax's true origins and Gamora actual relationship with the destroyer, not dating but it's still pretty mind blowing, peter's actual battle uniform and of course the fact he is a prince* i accepted most of them because i get it its hollywood and they need to trim down the lore and fat.
The two i am not okay with are nova *which is not only the name of the corps but an actual character. trust me when i say they seriously nerfed the nova corp in the movie* but also a really, really cool weapon that is just so awesome and unique in the marvel universe. Both things i am going to add in this story.
The weapon i speak of? Peter Quill's elemental guns. Those pistols he carries around? yeah they are supposed to shoot out jets of fire, streams of water, bolts of electricity and air currents with some versions able to create minor earthquakes. I just cannot let that awesome weapon be unused so in this universe Marco has them. Each mode has 2 modes bullet *except fire which is blowtorch* and stream. but they need to recharge or be refilled if he uses them too much.
The second i previous mentioned is a skag which is a creature found from borderlands because i believe that thing could easily thrive on mewni.
Let's see Frakk is space f word, hel is their version of hell *though both are commonly used* and this means someone is talking in an alien language.
So heads up there is some cussing in this chapter. I hope you enjoy the chapter, i will try my hardest to get the next part up asap. Thank you so much for everything! seriously it means so much to just do what i love and thats writing. take care, hope you all have an amazing week. enjoy and i own nothing!
Star could feel her body tense in response to the strange, small rubber ball shaking violently on the desk. She narrowed her eyes but kept her guard up having learned long ago never to doubt your instincts.
She quickly scanned the room, taking into account the varying weapons and threats that surrounded her. About dozen humans armed with pretty standard armaments, the raptor was threatening the thief with a rather nasty looking metal casing with a barrel attached to his hand? Claws? Arm.
The thief himself didn't seem all that imposing: well kept hair, street clothing with no signs that he was packing heat or even wearing armor and apparently his ace in the hole was a cheap novelty ball. Not the most frightening...
The ball exploded with a force far greater than Star had anticipated. She could see the air bending itself into powerful waves, the sheer power of the explosion already sending various loose items skidding across the floor and knocking over both thief and raptor.
Star flicked her wand upwards, muttering under her breath "Crystal wall shield!"
The wand glowed brightly with its usual flourish of musical accompaniment. A thin, glass-like wall appeared before Star, just the right shape and size to completely protect her body from the gust of air.
The shockwave slammed into her barrier, cracking but not breaking it with a loud thud. Star covered her eyes as the air passed over the edges of the shield, a violent breeze lifting the hood off her head and causing her long blonde hair to flow backwards in a majestic fashion.
"That felt awesome!" she cried. She shook off the surprise attack and tried to focus back on the room only to find it had been covered by a thick, bellowing smoke that seemed to filled every inch and corner it could.
"Not bad" Star murmured to herself as she outlined the different shapes and forms in her obstructed view. Most beings would be unable to see a thing in such conditions but she was a Mewman and Mewmans lived on Mewni, one of the most dangerous planets in the known galaxy. A little smoke wasn't going to stop her, not by a long shot.
Her ears perked up, hearing the pain filled groaning of a thug nearby. Star whirled around and spotted his slumped over silhouette among the smoke. She aimed her wand directly at the center of the man. It glowed with a bright purple light, Star muttering under her breath "Like hunting Skags in a cage."
Marco climbed the stairs as quickly as he could, turning around to make sure no one had spotted him yet.
This was supposed to be...well not easy but not a total shitstorm like it was now! Just Marco's luck to not only get the wrong package but to also be accused of espionage, have multiple parties after the whatever the hell he was carrying and basically have his life fall apart at the seams. Again.
Marco made his way to the second floor landing while drawing his pistol. The second floor was more a narrow walk/hallway more akin to a saloon inn than a home. He had to dash across, passing in front of several rooms and with no cover from the ground floor to make it to the third floor staircase on the other side. Hopefully he could do so before the smoke cleared but he wasn't counting on it: Lady Luck decided to find another player at this card game.
Marco was about to take his run forward when he heard the light, quick musical flourish of a synthesized keyboard cut through the confused shouting and painful moaning. He turned towards the fight, his mask's optics giving him a red tinted insight into the battle below.
Something bright and purple just smashed into one of the recovering thug's chest, sending him flooring backwards onto the tile. Marco tried to trace line of sight to the source but the thugs had gotten ample time to recovering, drawing their various weapons and bathing the entire lower floor in a red laser light show.
The blaster bolts sailed in every direction: hitting the ceiling, the staircase, the railings, faraway walls, anything that wasn't a person. But the purple streaks of light? Finding their marks every time though they did not seem to actually harm the thugs, more like they were concussed blasts than live ammo.
Marco narrowed his eyes in focus, trying to find out what exactly was causing that really girly light. He scanned the room one more time when he locked eyes with her.
Even wearing a very unassuming brown poncho cloak thing, she was breathtaking. Her hood fell off at some point in the battle revealing her long, golden yellow blonde hair under devil headband, her piercing crystal blue eyes staring intently in his direction, a playful glance becoming warlike and bitter which of course was impossible since there was no way she could see..
Marco's eyes nearly popped out the optics as the girl arched her arm back and motioned with her wand like she was serving a ball for tennis.
Forming out of thin air and with melodic keyboard accompaniment, were 4 sharp lethal horn-like daggers sailing directly towards Marco.
Whoever this girl was reaaaaally wanted him dead. Everyone else? Let's give them concussions but Marco? Six feet into the ground.
"Oh Frakk!" Marco yelled, turning the dial on his pistol while he ducked, weaved and twirled his way out of danger, the daggers embedding into the wall behind with a slick plop.
Marco caught himself on the railing and used it to steady his attack. He aimed directly at the girl, returning fire with an electrical bolt.
The girl was not only beautiful but graceful.
She took to the air, spinning out of the way of his attack before falling to the floor, tucking herself into a roll and disappearing behind an overturned table.
His bolt found a home however. It caught the guard at the door that lay behind the girl squarely in the chest as he recovered. The guard twitched uncontrollably, the taser properties of the shot taking effect causing him to fall to the ground.
"Every girl I meet is trying to kill me!" Marco screamed, running towards the next floor while showering different people with lightning bolts, making sure to spare every other one for the crazy girl "This is why I don't talk to girls!"
Marco paused when a door ahead of him opened. A groggy and dazed man raced from within, putting on pieces of his armor, leaning on the rail while yelling "What the hell is going on!?"
The noise seemed nonexistence when the man noticed Marco's presence. He turned slowly, unsure who exactly Marco was.
Marco waved to the man, aiming his pistol directly at his chest.
"Psst" The man scoffed "You can't stun me! I've been stunned so many times it's like a pinch. I don't get stunned."
"Any more stuns to get out of your system? Given how much you love saying it, I don't doubt you can't get stunned." Marco told him simply "But I don't use stun bolts. I use electric ones."
The man threw him a disbelieving look "That's impossible, no itty bitty pistol can..."
Marco fired, the bolt making the man roll his eyes into the back of his head, his body falling back into the room while the twitching began.
"My pistols do not appreciate being told what they can and can't do"
A red bolt narrowly missed Marco's ear, the heat from the passing attack bringing him back to reality.
He whirled around and found a few thugs who managed to find their way up the staircase.
Marco opened fire, backing up while suppressing the thugs who tucked into the tight doorframes.
Marco clicked the trigger of his pistol only to find a solitaire spark floating out of the barrel.
"Out of electricity" A computerized voice from the gun told him "Lightning mode recharging now"
Marco slapped his head, the thugs peering out of their hiding spots at the sound of the voice.
"Great!" Marco complained, turning the dial on the back of the gun "Just tell everyone don't you?"
The thugs grinned menacingly, taking wide strides to the apparently defenseless Marco.
Marco rolled his eyes, pointing his pistol down the narrow walkway.
"You out of ammo brav" the lead thug taunted, taking aim at Marco's head.
"No Mad Max, I'm out of lightning. It'll be ready in 20 minutes."
The lead thug shook his head "It's the same thing and you won't be alive by then"
Marco gave him a cocky, knowing smile "It's okay, I've got alternatives"
The thug's face changed from sure and confident to a panic frenzy when a gust of wind shot out of the pistol, sending the unsuspecting thugs tumbling backwards.
Marco made sure to aim the pistol in a way that would not cause the thugs to fall off the second floor. He wasn't a complete jerk. He switched off the gun, racing up the next flight of stairs as the thugs below shouted after him "What the hel was that!?"
Marco ran down the tight corridor and maze-like hallways, door after door he tried leading to another room in the complex. He needed to get to the roof or maybe a window and make his way down the fire escape.
Marco nearly missed it, a random hallway with a bright yellow door with some alien symbols that read...something at the end of it.
"EXIT! I thiiiiink" Marco told himself, shifting directions and making his way towards it.
"He is around here somewhere" A cold hiss called from the second floor. Marco hadn't realized how quiet it had gotten. They must've finally got that insane girl which was great! No more killer femme fatales! But that meant the entirety of the building's occupants were now gunning for Marco...Not so great.
Marco opened the door in a hurry, turning about face and shutting it behind him quickly.
"He went out this way! I just saw him."
Marco stared directly at the handle of the door, his mask protecting his eyes while a flame blazed to life at the end of his pistol, super-heating the metal and wielding it shut for a while
Marco turned around and jumped with fright which turned out to be the wrong thing to do, the creaking and angry groaning of the small metallic platform he was on hinting it was extremely unstable.
And that was it: Just a platform hovering up 3 stories of a building. No fire escape, no way down. Just a stupid balcony that sounded like it was ready to give up on existing.
"Lady Luck" Marco whined, looking to the sky dramatically "Why?"
Marco felt the metal lurch forward when something heavy collided with the door behind him, the sound of bending metal just way too loud in his ears.
"He's at a dead end! Get the boss!"
Marco rubbed his eyes tiredly, trying to figure out how exactly was he going to get out of this one.
"Do criminals not believe in safety regulations or are they just idiots?" Marco muttered to himself, taking his hands off his eyeballs to take note of a building across the way. There was no balcony but there was a very nice window that didn't look too hard to break through. In theory.
Marco leaned forward, then took a step back when the balcony disagreed with him.
The mask responded to the mental link it held with its user, zooming in and calculating the distance between the two buildings.
Marco read the heads up display, not at all liking the 9 feet between him and freedom. He was athletic sure (you don't avoid prison if you're out of shape) but he was no jumper. Sprinter? Totally, elegant dancer? Eh kinda but no, not a jumper. And he didn't think he would have enough room to maneuver if he brought his rockets. He was in the very definition of cavernous cave! There is no way this place had proper ventilation.
He was going to just have to jump and pray that he got a lucky break once in his life. It's bound to happen at some point right...right?
Marco took a deep breath, the air tasting too clean to him due to the masks filters.
"Geronimo!" Marco shouted at the top of his lungs, catching the attention of several people below. That's what he needed now, an audience when this failed on every possible level.
Marco flung himself as far as he could, leaping with all his might and strength. The metal let out one hearty groan before it bent, too far gone to due to the full weight Marco pushed down on it. Marco tried not to think about how his foot caught the balcony railing for a second, sending him tumbling uncontrollably through the air.
The world became a massive and very nauseating whirl of colors that made Marco feel sick to his stomach. "Just kill me now" he muttered to himself when he felt his back collide with glass.
A sharp pain passed through Marco's arm as he sailed directly onto comfort, spongy black chair, the glass showering him with mini cuts and bruises before spreading out onto the dirty carpet floor.
Marco took count of his wounds and was satisfied that most were superficial, lightly marking his skin but not drawing blood. Marco checked over the serious injury next, a short thin but bright red line that sliced through both his jacket and arm. It wasn't too deep but it would be bleeding soon. He would also have to patch up this jacket. Again.
Marco let out a sigh of relief when he felt like someone was watching him. He turned his head slightly to find a small family of bear-like creatures staring at him blankly before turning back to their small view screen.
"This happens a lot huh?" he asked slowly, unsure what to do next.
The bears nodded as one and pointed him towards their door, motioning for him to just leave already.
"Can I borrow your stove?"
There was a barely a nod of approval when Marco made his way to their kitchen, the lack of privacy or care making him feel very uncomfortable when he turned on the stove.
He let the fire run for a few seconds, searching for a butter knife in the meantime. He found it very concerning that the bear people family did not even protest at his blatant and disrespectful poking around through their things.
Marco held the butter knife over the open flame for a few moments, taking a deep breath before slapping the metal against his open wound. Marco's eyes watered, the burning sensation painful but necessary as he cauterized the wound. It wasn't the best way to treat an injury if he was being honest: It was barbaric and insanely agonizing not to mention he ran the chance of permanently searing off skin cells and leaving a recognizable burn mark (Which is not great when your business is best done with anonymity) but he didn't want to run the risk of infection given the state of this sector and the fact it was underground and band aids would just fall off during the chase. He still needed to get out of dodge if he wanted to live to see another day.
Besides, he didn't hold the knife in place too long. Just long enough...hopefully.
Marco placed the heated blade into the sink, blinking away the tears from his eyes as he made his way to the front door, the bears still frozen in their previous positions despite all that occurred.
"Thanks" Marco muttered uncomfortably "sorry about the window."
The bears just shrugged, not even bothering to pry their eyes off the view screen.
"You...you really need to get out more." Marco told them as he slowly closed the door, popping his head back in really quick "seriously, this...this is not living"
Marco quickly made his way down the stairs of the apartment complex, trying to ignore the poor living conditions. Even his shithole apartment wasn't as bad as this place. He could not believe people er bears lived here willingly. Even on the run, he had standards.
Marco took a deep breath before opening the apartment door as quickly as he could, tucking around the corner and trying his hardest to not look backwards towards Mr. Scum's lair.
No one seemed to notice him as he ducked into a nearby alley, blending in with different shaped and sized trash bins and garbage as a few of Mr. Scum's thugs ran by.
"Thank god it's always dark in a cave. Maybe things are finally going my way!" Marco murmured excitedly, turning to find his way back to his ship when a kneecap found its way into his stomach, knocking loose all the air from his lungs.
Marco crumpled, caught completely unaware, sinking to his knees and struggling to breath.
For an instance there was silence which was broken by the happy yet ear grating chirp of a synthesized keyboard.
Marco barely had a moment to register some strange looking boots before something metallic fell onto his shoulders, covering his head and completely blinding him as a soft voice firmly yet slyly whispered into his ear "You have something that belongs to me."
"Why Lady luck?" Marco moaned as a familiar purple glow peeking at him from under whatever was on his head "Why?"