Chapter 7:

*Verena's POV*

Peter smashes out a window for us to get out of the structure. Boxes with our stuff is everywhere and then some. I smiled happily when I see my beloved clothing and weapons.

"Yea! There is it," the terrain points out to a ship in a different location. "Get my ship. It's the Milano, the orange and blue one over in the corner."

"We'll meet you there!" I call out to him, got my stuff.

"They crumpled my pants into a ball," Rocket complained, holding his pants. "That's rude! They folded yours Verena," he comments.

"Let's go!" I ordered my boys and Dex, running towards the ship.

Gamora joins in with us while heading towards the Milano.

Dex, Gamora, Rocket, and I start up the Milano at the controls so we waited for Peter to return.

"How is he going to get us?" I asked about Peter after some time.

"He declined to share that information with me," Gamora answered.

"Well, screw this, than!" Rocket's fed up with this. "I ain't waiting around her some humie with a death wish. You got the orb, right?" he asked her.

"Yes," she replied, looking through the bag, but I don't think she actually has it.

"If we don't leave now, we will be blown to bits," Rocket stated.

"No!" Gamora yells at him with the side of her head on her fist. "We're not leaving without the orb," she ordered.

He looks at me for anything from my opinion. I simply nod sadly, without having any options.

"Behold," Dex says, seeing something coming towards us.

Peter came in flying towards the Milano which it is place on autopilot so we can figure out a plan of getting units for the orb.

I enter into where Rocket is, smoothing out my shirt. Dex is there as well, sharpening his knife.

"Now there's a perfect sight to see," Rocket grinned, seeing me.

A blushing smile appears on my face when he says that.

"Thank you," I said softly, sitting on the floor to join him. "Anything good?" I asked, criss crossing my legs.

"Everything's good with you around," he says smiling softly.

Dex rolls his eyes at this.

"Yo, Ranger Ricks! What you doing?" Peter asked I guess Rocket and I, walking over to us. "You can't take apart my ship without asking me!"

We continue on making weaponry.

"What is this?" he asked, about to take one of my creations.

"Don't touch that," Rocket tells him calmly. "It's a bomb."

"Yep," I answered calmly, placing two objects together.

"And you leave it lying around?"

"She was gonna put it in a box," Rocket tells him, pulling out a box.

"What's a box gonna do?"

"How about this one?" I asked, picking up a multi colored small box.

"No! Hey!" Peter closes it almost getting my hand trapped inside. "Leave it alone!"

"Why? What is it?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Shut up," he glares at me.

"Easy now! She's a lady," Rocket glares back.

"What is that?" Peter asked about the other materials.

"That's for when things get really hardcore," grinned the handsome raccoon.

"Or if you wanna blow up moons," I smirked, making Rocket smile at me.

"No one's blowing up moons," Gamora stated as Peter walks over to the maps.

"You just wanna suck the joy out of everything," Rocket mumbles under his breath as we place our objects together.

I smirked and wink at him, secretly telling him we'll put the joy into it. Rocket looks at me for a second before chuckling.

"So, listen, I'm going to need your buyer's coordinates," the terrain says to Gamora looking at hi smaps.

"We're heading in the right direction," she says, looking at the orb in her hand. "For now," she looks at him.

"If we're gonna work together," he says to her, "you might try trusting me a little bit."

"He does have a point," I speak up, focusing on the weaponry.

"And how much do you trust me?" Gamora ask Peter.

"I'd trust you a lot more if you told me what this was," he answers, taking the orb. "Because I'm guessing it's some kind of weapon," he places it on the table.

Rocket motions his head to table, looking at me. I nod my head. We join with them at the table when Gamora admits, "I don't know it is," while leaning over the table.

"If it's a weapon," Dex takes it, "we should use it against Ronon."

"Hey! Easy now!" I yelled, grabbing his arm. "You are going to destroy us all."

"Don't touch me purple hair freak!" he yells back when I remove my hand.

"We helped you escape so you should give us respect," I growled, looking up at him.

"You want respect, shortie?!"

"Hey!" Peter calls out, causing us to look at him. "Nobody is killing anybody on my ship!" we look at him.

"No, let her continue," Rocket smiles.

"We're stuck together until we get the money," Peter explains, ignoring him.

"I have no interest in money," Dex gives Peter the orb, walking away.

"Just plain great," I sighed, looking down.

"Well that means more money for the four of us," Peter says, turning his focus on us. Groot let out a sound. "For the five of us. Partners," he suggested on a term for us.

"We have an agreement, but I would never be partners with the likes of you," Gamora tells him. "I'll tell my buyer we're on our way." She turns to go up the ladder, but turns back to say, "And Quill, your ship is filthy."

She than leaves.

"She isn't wrong," I commented.

"You two have no idea," he smirks. "If I had a black light, the place would look like a Jackson Pollock painting."

"You got issues Quill," Rocket and I said at the same time.