WELL. Last chapter was quite the long chapter. I'll try to see if I can do it again! Let me know what you guys think! I hope you enjoy!
For the longest time, my heart pounds as I wait in anticipation for Yondu's response. I kept my eyes fixated on Yondu and try to ignore the look of disbelief on Rocket's face. If I looked at him right now, I'd probably waver in my decision. The Centuarian stops pacing back and forth and stood in front of me before pursing his lips contemplatively.
"Okay." Yondu nodded. "If ya'll don' pull any scut like that idiot brother o'yers, I'll make sure yer treated really well on our little journey to the highest bidder. A daughter of Thanos...imagine the kinda money we'd get for somethin' like that. Hell, maybe your father will get wind of your return and pay fer a nice sum of units for your safe return. I mean, lookit ya now. If it weren't for me, you'd probably be dead."
He almost sounds like he's...a proud dad or something...it's kinda weird. Yondu even sounds fond of me, dare I say it.
Much to my surprise, the majority of the crew seem pretty dissatisfied with Yondu's decision, and shockingly enough, his first mate Kraglin stepped forward in protest as well.
"So yer just gonna take her side again? I'm sorry cap'n but...I just gotta say it this one time. It ain't right! Yer always too easy on them, both Stellar an' Peter. They've done nothin' but betray ya, and ya keep on tryin' to protect them." Kraglin finally snapped.
Yondu protective of Peter and I? I never got that impression in all the time I'd spent with them. He always threatened to feed Peter and I to the Ravagers.
At this, other crew members started to shout in agreement with the first mate's statement.
"Easy there, Kraglin." Tullk warned.
Tullk was always loyal to Yondu, but was also level-headed, maybe he'll be able to talk some sense into everyone- -
I grew nervous as a big burly men with a hideously deformed face made his way forward and stood right next to me before clapping his hand onto my shoulder roughly.
"I say there should be a change in leadership!" He added.
In seconds, everyone was pointing their weapons at Yondu, and at each other, as they continued to holler threats of mutiny. Yondu prepares to whistle and use his Yaka arrow.
Oh god. They're actually gonna do it...
I didn't dare to move as I looked at Yondu with fearful eyes. I almost felt like a little girl again, yearning for a father figure...and instead had a brash and crude Centaurian for an "authority" figure.
I mean, Yondu's done some pretty questionable things, but I didn't think he deserved this necessarily!
"Whoa! Whoa! Come on guys!" Rocket joined in. "There's gotta be some sort of peaceful resolution to this! Or even a violent one! Preferably with me standing all the way over there away from everyone else!"
Really...?
Before anyone could say or do anything else, Yondu suddenly fell flat on his face after the fin on his head shattered, and sparks sizzled along his cranium. Nebula stood there with Rocket's taser and then shot another volt of energy at Rocket as if for payback from earlier, sending him back a few feet and rendering him unconscious.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, HOW did she get out?!...GROOT. NO.
"Hello there, boys." Nebula spoke up.
The Luphomoid-cyborg took a bite out of a piece of fruit before she spat it out immediately in disgust.
"It's not ripe." She muttered.
When Nebula glanced over at me, I could see her eyes flash with pure rage, and if she overheard me like I thought she did, it wasn't hard to figure out why. Nebula, also a victim of Thanos, wanted revenge on the tyrant that made her into this killing machine and assassin. Gamora had some horrific and detailed stories about some of the things Thanos had put the both of them through. Honestly, Nebula would probably kill me and torture me slowly if it thought it would get to Thanos somehow, or even make her feel just a little bit better. She moved forward until standing in front of me, peeling the burly man's hand off of my shoulder disconcertedly before grabbing me by the front of my sweatshirt. Our faces were a mere inch apart and my breathing hitches as I waited in anticipation for Nebula's next move.
"Thanos. Where is he?" Nebula nearly growled.
"I haven't seen Thanos since I was a child." I mumbled softly. "So I'm sorry, but I wouldn't know."
Nebula seemed angered from my answer and then hit me over the head with her weapon.
The sounds of screaming, crying, as well as shouts of amusement, had eventually woken me up. I groaned as I developed yet another terribly painful headache, and have to keep my gaze to the floor to avoid the brightness of the lights above me while my eyes slowly adjust. Tugging at my arms, I grew more aware of my surroundings, and realized that I had been tied down to a chair, before seeing Yondu and Rocket tied to chairs nearby me as well. My heart dropped at another blood curdling scream from one of the Ravagers that was known for his loyalty to Yondu, and glanced over just in time to see them tossing crewmembers, one by one, out of the airlock. It was a goddamn execution, an extremely horrible sight, but seeing Yondu so defeated and broken was probably just as bad.
I don't think I've ever seen him so...weak before. I almost feel bad...Yondu wasn't the greatest captain, but I don't think he doesn't deserved a goddamn mutiny.
I'm brought out of my thoughts as the burly man from earlier came storming over to me. He grabbed my jaw roughly and smirked down at me before forcing me to look up at him. I barely held back a whimper from the sharp pain that radiated in my jaw.
"Well well. The princess is finally awake." He laughed evilly.
"You scutbag's really know how to treat a lady, huh?" I nearly groaned.
"Such a dirty mouth on a beautiful woman. Maybe I can give you something to...occupy it." His voice lowered huskily.
I gave him a look of confusion and disgust, wondering what the hell he had meant by that. Either way, I didn't like the horrid man's tone and tried to move away from him. Suddenly, he got out a knife and removed the rope that had me bound to the chair I was sitting on, before grabbing a fistful of my hair and dragging me over into the center of the room as if to make an example from me. I cried out in pain but tried fighting back regardless, not caring about my hair when my life literally depended on it. When he pins my arms behind my back with one his gigantic hands, he glares over at the captain.
Wait, was he trying to invoke a reaction from Yondu by using me? I don't think Yondu really cared that much- -OH MY GOD!
"You killed these men, by leading them down the wrong path. By being weak! And stupid!" Using his free hand, he punched Yondu right in the face. "The Ravagers will once again rise to glory! With their new captain: TASERFACE!"
Everyone loudly cheered, but it slowly dies down when they all notice that the raccoon in hysterics. Rocket wasn't exactly being subtle about his amusement towards the name.
"Oh I'm sorry, so sorry." He coughed. "Er- -your name is uh, it's Taserface?"
"That's right." He smiled smugly.
"Do you...shoot tasers outta your face?" Rocket asked in curiosity.
"It's metaphorical!" He explained.
Everyone cheered again with their "new" leader, but the moment was once again short lived by the raccoon's persistent questions.
"For what?" Rocket raised an eyebrow.
"It's for...it's a name, that strikes fear...into the hearts of anyone what hears it." Taserface hesitated.
His crewmembers shrugged as they murmured amongst each other, seeming to accept this answer.
"Okay, whatever you say." He said mockingly.
"Shut it, or you're next." Taserface grabbed a knife from his holster.
Taserface turned to threaten Yondu and I once more, before he heard Rocket snickering again, and whirled around to glare at the small genius. Taserface roughly threw me to the ground as he stared down Rocket, but the furry creature in front of him never wavered.
"What?!" He nearly growled.
Rocket, what are you up to...?
"I'm sorry, I am so so sorry." Rocket's bottom lip trembled in what seemed to be fear. "I just keep imagining you waking up in the morning, start looking in the mirror, all serious, and saying to yourself, "You know what would be a really kick-ass name? TASERFACE!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
I cautiously look around and took notice of other crewmembers trying to hold in their laughter from Rocket's comment.
Wait...is Rocket trying to distract them?
"What was your second choice?! "SCROTUM-HAT"?!" Rocket continued.
At this, everyone was in hysterics and even I couldn't help but snort at that.
He has his moments of being able to genuinely make me laugh...I'll give him that much.
At this point, it was safe to say that Taserface was sufficiently pissed off, and pointed his knife towards Rocket threateningly.
SHIT- -!
Before he can threaten the raccoon, I stood up and gathered the strength to punch him as hard as I could. Taserface is stunned momentarily, and I use this opportunity to land another strong punch. Even if Rocket had been an asshole to me lately, he was still my friend, and I would always be there for my friends if I could help it. Taserface fell to his knees, and I get ready to hurt him again when a sharp pain strikes in my head again, it was as intense as it had been hours ago.
Finish him. Show him what you're capable of now.
...E- -Ego?!
I gasp and grabbed at my head, trying to will the voice in my mind to silence itself.
We'll always be connected, remember? You, me, and Peter. We're a family now, kiddo.
"S- -stop it- -" I breathed out.
Taserface recollects himself and makes his move, grabbing my hair again before bringing his knife to my throat, holding it close enough that it draws blood.
"Perhaps I'll be doing the galaxy a favor by killing you. If you even are telling the truth about your "father."" He grinned.
Don't fight it, Stellar. That warm feeling? Let it take over. You're more powerful than you realize, kiddo.
"Get outta my head..."
"What'd you say girl?" Taserface leaned in towards me.
When Ego's voice finally fades away, my mind is more clear, and I became aware of my surroundings again.
"I said you're a bitch, Scrotum-hat." I spoke up louder.
Taserface lightly traces the knife down until it's near my chest, and my breathing gets heavier with nerves as I prepare myself for the worst. Using the blade, he cut open my tanktop and sweatshirt in one fell swoop. The crew cheers and whistles as my chest is nearly exposed, my breasts only partially covered by the ruined pieces of fabric that had been my clothing. My face burns in embarrassment, but I don't have any kind of opportunity to cover myself up with my hands pinned from behind. I tried to mask my expression, but fail miserably when feeling Taserface heavily breathing down on me from above.
"Maybe next time, you and the little rat will think twice about disrespecting the captain."
"You ever heard of a flarkin' mint, dude?" I grimaced.
Before Taserface could respond, Nebula came over and intervened, not because she actually wanted to help me but really because she wanted to get the hell out of here and find Thanos or Gamora to kill them.
"Fun's over, boys. That's enough killing for today." Nebula glared at everyone. "I better get 10% of the profit or you'll be hearing from me very soon."
When we're all tossed into a cage where the storage area is, I fold my arms together in an attempt to keep warm.
"We deliver you to the Kree in the morning. Neither one of you will last much longer after that." Taserface told us before walking away.
"Okay, Taserface. Hey! Tell the other guys we said… "Hi," Taserface!" The raccoon said mockingly.
After the "new" leader of the Ravagers left, I can practically feel Rocket's gaze burning into me, but don't say anything at all. The last thing I wanted to do was incite an argument when we were in quite the bind here. That, and I felt emotionally and physically exhausted at this point.
"No offense, but your employees are a bunch of jerks." Rocket's eyes flicker over to Yondu.
"I was a Kree battle slave for 20 years when Stakar freed me. He offered me a place with the Ravagers. He said all I needed to do was adhere to the code. But I was young… and greedy, and stupid. Like you stealing those batteries."
I never knew that about him...I...his behavior is starting to make a lot of sense now...and it sounds almost way too familiar.
"That was mostly Drax." The raccoon lied with a shrug.
"Me and Stakar and the other captains… we weren't so different from you and your friends. The only family I ever had. When I broke the code… they exiled me. This is what I deserve." The Centaurian grimly muttered.
Broke the code how? What did he do exactly?
"Slow down, drama queen. You might deserve this, but I don't. We gotta get outta here." Rocket replied snarkily.
"How we'll be able to get out of here is beyond me." I sighed quietly.
The raccoon glances over at me again, before folding his arms together.
"Don't get all mopey on us now Quill." He rolled his eyes. "For flarks sake, put on your big girl panties and think of a way to get us outta here."
"I don't know if you've noticed, Mr. Bona-fide Genius, but this place has always been locked up pretty tight, and the last I checked, Taser-douche has the flarkin' key." I pointed out.
Yondu cuts off Rocket before he can respond with a snarky remark.
"So, are you really related to Thanos, or were ya jus' pullin' my leg?" He asked curiously.
Okay, that was a sudden change of subject but fine, I'll indulge him. Might as well. We've got plenty of time, I'm sure.
"Yeah. The Nova Corps gave me that wonderful piece of news after we'd saved Xandar." I replied bitterly.
"Well shit, girl. How'd yeh end up on that planet we found you on?" Yondu raised an eyebrow.
Since Ego had restored my memories, I finally had the answers that I had longed for the majority of my life.
But now, I think I would've been happier not having those memories back, because now that I do remember everything...
"My birth mother...she'd put me on a shuttle and picked a random destination." I recalled. "She wanted to protect me from Thanos. Didn't want him using me for his own benefit."
"Heh, no wonder you was so strong, even as a youngin'. Havin' that tyrant for a father would explain that though, I guess." Yondu let out a dark chuckle.
"He's not my father, f- -flark that- -" I started getting irritated.
"He is your father, but he wasn't yer daddy." Yondu told me.
What the hell does that even mean?
"What? And you were my dad?" I scoffed, barely resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "You always kept telling me how much of a burden I was, another mouth to feed. Hala, if it weren't for Peter, you would've left me to die."
Yondu smirked at this and merely shook his head in amusement.
"Well I couldn't exactly give my crew any wrong impressions 'bout me bein' soft, loada' good that did though." His smirk falters. "Who helped ya when you were sick and that brother of yers didn't know what the hell ta do? Who kept ya fed an' bathed, an' got ya new clothes? Who told you bedtime stories almost e'ry night? I wasn' always the nicest person, sure, but yer alive and in one piece because of me, an' don't you forget that." Yondu explained in a huff. "I'd say you an' yer brother turned out alright...where is Quill, anyway?"
"He went off with his old man." Rocket answered with a shrug.
The Centaurian sat up and seemed pretty alarmed at the news.
"Ego?" He nearly shouted.
So he did work for Ego, then? What does he know about him exactly?
"Yeah. It's a day for dumbass names." The raccoon quipped, before the two men share a small laugh. "You're smiling. And for a second, I got a warm feeling. But then it was ruined by those disgusting-ass teeth."
"You like a professional asshole or what?" Yondu grumbled.
"Pretty much a pro." I interjected, ignoring the raccoon's glare. "So why didn't you deliver Peter to Ego like you promised, anyway?"
"He was skinny. Could fit into places we couldn't. Both of ya were good for thievin'." Yondu answered with a shrug.
"Uh-huh." I nodded, not really convinced by his response.
Things are starting to make more sense now. Was Yondu actually trying to protect Peter from Ego? I never would've guessed with how he acted towards us while growing up...
"Look, I got an idea on how to get outta here. But we're gonna need yer little friend." Yondu told us.
Stellar- -
Another sharp pain shoots through my head, causing me to gasp as I cradle my head with one hand.
"Quill?" Rocket cautiously approached me.
Stellar. I can help you get out of this, but you need to listen- -
GET OUT OF MY FLARKIN' HEAD YOU PSYCHOPATH!
"She alright?" The Centaurian observed me closely.
"Stellar- -" When I groan in pain, Rocket helps keep me steady.
Just relax. Concentrate. You can do it.
I feel nothing but pure warmth coursing through my body and slowly relax from the odd yet comforting sensation. Somehow, it felt very familiar, even though I'd never experienced anything quite like it before. It was even...euphoric.
Feel that energy inside of you...
"Stellar!" Rocket shouted.
My vision refocuses after a few seconds, and it takes me a moment to remember where I am and what was going on.
"What the scut was that?" Yondu muttered.
"What was what?" I mumbled in confusion.
"Your eyes were practically glowin' like Ego's and..." He trailed off.
At this, it's as if Rocket has a sudden epiphany.
"So when Quill's old man "restored" your memory, yer sure he didn' do nothin' else?" Rocket questioned me.
My face flushes from the memory of our little "encounter" in the woods. I'd never felt more violated in my entire life, and I still didn't quite understand what Ego did exactly until I really think back on it. He wasn't just restoring my memory- -
FLASH!
"I also made you one of us. Part of me flows in your veins now, sweetheart. You're gonna be a Celestial, just like your brother and I..."
FLASH!
My eyes widened in realization.
Was I...I'm turning into a- -a Celestial? How is that even possible?
"Would you flarkin' say something, already?!" Rocket snapped.
I don't want to worry them but...I probably should come clean while I've got the chance.
My eyes begin burning as I try to keep the tears at bay.
"I...I'm sorry. I tried pushing him away, b- -but I couldn't even move." My voice wavered.
At this, the raccoon falls completely silent from my sudden change of tone.
"...Stellar. Look at me." Yondu spoke up.
I think that's the second time he's ever used my name...
I reluctantly do so and meet his gaze as he places his hand on my shoulder, and this time, I could tell just how serious and genuine he was being.
"Whatever you tell us stays in this room, I promise." He assured me.
After taking several deep breaths to calm myself down, I finally nod at the Centaurian.
"I don't even know what he did...but when he used his powers on me, I was...paralyzed." I began to recall. "He...he forced his mouth on mine..."
"He did what now?" Rocket cut in.
"He said...that I would be like him and Peter." I continued. "He...put something inside of me, like an extension of himself, I think...h- -he wouldn't let me go. But...I'm...I'm sorry."
"Why the hell are you sorry?" Yondu raised an eyebrow. "It wasn't yer fault, darlin'. Don't forget that. An' don't you worry, we'll be payin' that bastard a visit."
He's being so nice, and not that it isn't welcoming, but...it's so weird and out of character for Yondu...
Rocket seems conflicted from this newly found information.
"Why didn't you say anything earlier?" Rocket mumbled softly.
"I didn't even know up from down, when it happened. My mind was all over the place from what he did. Hala, I didn't even know what he did." I lowered my gaze guiltily.
"You an' yer goddamn brother, I swear..." The raccoon rolled his eyes with a sigh.
He did not just say that...
I pulled away from Yondu and stood on shaky legs as I glared down at the raccoon.
"It's not like I chose for any of that scut to happen!" I cried. "Fuck you! I was...I was scared and in pain, okay?"
Rocket is stunned, but quickly realizes how he came across and frowned deeply. Instead of apologizing though, he takes it up a notch and acts like a snarky asshole yet again.
"Yeah well, you both have a knack for gettin' yerselves into trouble. I just tell it how it is, cupcake." He retorted.
My hands start balling into fists as the anger took over.
"Coming from the selfish asshole that nearly got us killed over stealing BATTERIES!" I practically hollered at him.
"Y'know what Quill- -?!"
Our argument was cut short as we heard wet squishy sounds approaching in our direction and saw a dejected Baby Groot in the tiniest Ravager's outfit absolutely soaking wet.
"What did they do to you?" Rocket muttered sadly.
I get down on my knees and slide my finger through the gated door as Groot reached over to give the small appendage a hug.
"I'm so sorry, little man." I sighed.
Yondu, still brainstorming from earlier, paced back and forth in our little cell.
"You want to help us get out of here?" Yondu asked the Flora Colussus.
Groot nods immediately in response, already looking eager to help us and kick some ass.
"There's something I need ya to get, and bring back to me. In the captain's quarters, there's a prototype fin. The thing I wore on m' head. It's in the drawer next to the bunk, and it's red. Ya got it?" Yondu explained.
I caught on instantly with what Yondu was trying to accomplish and pulled back my finger from Groot.
"Do what he says, Groot. Get the prototype fin and we'll take over this ship in no time." I nodded at him.
Groot nods and runs off excitedly to complete his task. I had a feeling that he'd failed to understand what Yondu was asking of him and started to get worried after a while. Minutes pass before Groot returns, running over to us on his tiny legs, and comes with Yondu's underwear. I would have found it hilarious had I not been worried that someone was going to hear us and interfere with our escape.
"...That's my underwears." Yondu mumbled.
"Yeah, I was pretty sure he didn't know what you were talking about. You have to explain it more carefully." Rocket advised Yondu.
Yondu sighs, but nods as he complies with the raccoon's suggestion.
"It's. a. fin." Yondu repeated slowly.
I sighed and leaned against the cool metal cage, keeping my arms crossed over my chest. In a few minutes, Groot returns with a squirming lizard-rat in his tiny arms.
"That's an Orloni. It's a fin, Groot!" Rocket rolled his eyes.
Yondu sighs again in pure irritation before he looks to Rocket with a blank stare.
"You explain it this time." Yondu told him.
"Alright..." Rocket nodded.
Rocket tried giving the tiny Groot instructions of his own, and this time, he returns carrying a futuristic prosthetic eye.
"That's Vorker's eye. He takes it out when he sleeps. Go, look again." Yondu mumbles tiredly.
"...But leave the eye here." Rocket added.
"What?" Yondu looked at him in confusion.
"He's gonna wake up tomorrow...and he's not gonna know...where his eye is!" Rocket bursts out in hysterical laughter.
After another few minutes, Groot returns again dragging a giant metal desk with him.
"That's a desk. We told you it was this big!" Rocket sighs in annoyance.
Oh my god...this is gonna take forever...
At my deep sigh, Rocket turns and gives me a small glare.
"What? You think you could do better?" Rocket scoffed.
"I'm not saying that- -"
"No no! Go ahead! Give it a try, sweetheart!" Rocket smirked smugly.
He's such an ass...
I gave Rocket a pointed look before glancing back at Groot and got down to my knees so that I was almost at eye level with him.
"Groot, honey...the thing we're looking for is...how do I explain it...it looks kind of like a plastic toy. It's thin, small, and should be light enough for you to carry. It's red, and it looks like a fin. Like on an aquatic creature. Does that make any sense at all?" I looked at Groot with a desperate expression.
Groot smiles and nods at me before taking off once more, and when he returns, he's holding out a severed human toe.
"Oh my god." My eyes widened.
"Tell me you guys have a refrigerator somewhere with a bunch of severed human toes." Rocket muttered awkwardly. Yondu shook his head in response. "Okay, then let's just agree never to discuss this."
Yondu purses his lips in thought before he unpins the Ravagers badge from his jacket, and hands it over to the Flora Colussus.
"The drawer yer tryin' to open has this symbol on it, alright?" Yondu said.
He slowly puts the badge on his head.
"What? No!" Yondu snapped.
"He thinks you want him to wear it as a hat." Rocket explained.
"That's not what I said!"
"I am Groot." The Flora Colussus spoke up.
"...He's relieved you don't want him to." Rocket translated.
"I am Groot!"
"...He hates hats." The raccoon continued.
"I am Groot..."
"On anyone, not just himself."
"I am Groot."
"One minute you think someone has a weird shaped head, next you realize it's because part of that head is shaped like a hat." Rocket looks at Groot with a confused expression. "That's why you don't like hats?!"
"This is an important conversation right now?" Yondu rolled his eyes.
Relax and concentrate. Feel that energy manifesting inside of you...mold it into anything you want, Stellar.
"Stellar?" Rocket glanced at me in concern. "Her...her hands are glowing. What the actual scut- -?" He nearly shouted.
I exhale a breath shakily and feel my eyes fall shut.
"Groot, get back!" Rocket warned the tiny Flora Colussus.
That's it, kiddo. Just listen to my voice. Come back to me.
When I open my eyes again, I find myself standing outside of our makeshift prison cell. Turning around slowly, it's as if the door had been melted and mangled.
...d- -did I do that?
"Stellar!" Rocket yelled worriedly.
"Wha...what happened?" I mumbled in confusion.
When my legs shake again, I fall to my knees as the raccoon manages to catch me in time.
"Easy there, doll face. Look at me." The raccoon called out to me. "Do you remember anything that just happened?"
"I felt so warm." I admitted. "It was so weird. Did I just melt the door?"
"Yeh sure did, darlin'." Yondu grinned as he stepped out. "But hey, at least we're out now."
"This ain't good, you blue flarkin' idiot. Ego's gotta be influencin' her somehow. She's never had that kinda power before." Rocket glared at the older man. "And I doubt Thanos had any tricks like that up his sleeve when she was growin' up."
"That sounds like a future us problem. Ya'll wanna get the hell outta here or not?" Yondu raised an eyebrow.
"You do know that we've still gotta sneak into the captain's quarters for your little prototype fin, right?" The raccoon pointed out.
"That ain't necessary."
All of us look down the hall and get ready for a fight until we see Kraglin slowly approaching us with the prototype fin in his hand. Yondu's first mate definitely appears remorseful and guilty about what occurred earlier.
"I didn't mean for this t' happen, Cap'n. They...they killed all of my friends." The Xandarian blinked away tears.
Kraglin does the Ravager's salute, which consisted of pounding his chest with his fist twice and then keeping the closed fist over his heart.
"Here, Quill. I thought you'd want a new shirt since yours is...well..."
I blushed and close up the gap from my ripped clothes, trying to close it like one would with a robe.
"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks."
Kraglin tossed me a medium sized T-Shirt that had a picture of Yondu's yaka arrow on it with the text "I'm with stupid" underneath. I couldn't help but chuckle at the gag gift and turning away from everyone, quickly take off my ripped top and sweatshirt, before replacing it. I grab an extra Ravager's jacket from the storage area we'd been locked up in and slip it over top.
"Lookin' good, Quill." Kraglin gave a thumbs up.
I can't help but crack a smile and placed my hand on the Xandarian's shoulder.
"Listen, about what happened on Berhert...I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I didn' give ya much choice." He shrugged.
The raccoon moves forward until standing beside Kraglin and I. For some reason, Rocket seems absolutely annoyed with Yondu's first mate, but I couldn't pinpoint why.
"You got any of Quill's old music tapes in here?" Rocket suddenly asked.
I perked up and noticed that small little mischievous grin on Rocket's face.
"Yeah, should be around here somewhere. Why?" Kraglin replied.
"Oh no reason." Rocket smirked deviously.
Hey guys! Thanks so much for all the reviews! You guys are so nice and kind and it really makes me so happy that you all enjoy this fanfic so much. I've actually teared up at some of your reviews because I've never been treated so kindly. So thank you for your reviews. It makes me feel so much better. Anyway, I know some of the dialogue might be a little messed up, but I'm going based off of memory and I've only seen the movie two times. But god damn, I can't wait for it to come out on DVD. Anyway, I tried doing something a little different this time with Stellar. I wanted to send out a message about not being ashamed of how you look, because I know I'm self-conscious as well. I know it was a strange and fucked up way of doing it by having Taserface nearly molest Stellar and all of that shit. It was a little difficult for me to write, but I wanted to try something new. Plus, I feel like Gamora doesn't really give a shit about how she looks and I tried giving Stellar a bit of her confidence. I tried tying it in with the first chapter about body image when Gamora and Stellar have their little chat alone. If you guys didn't like it, that's okay! I was a little iffy about it too! Anyway, let me know what you guys think, and I'll try to update as soon as I can! I love you guys so much! Thank you again for all of the love and support!
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