The Crossfire was similar to my ship, waste-land-ish, red lights and patched metal. I think I was acting natural but it was hard to concentrate when I was uncomfortably aware of the sniper rifle strapped to my back and what it's intentions were.

At the same time, the closer I got to Karlee Spriggans, the further I was from getting off this worlds-forsaken vessel. For a ravager, she was sweet and somewhat hyper. Nothing like what I was used to. I couldn't kill that one. I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.

In three days I had killed six people out of thirty-three. Great. Twenty-six left. They hadn't found out who was killing off the crew and I was surprised they weren't already suspecting me. After all I was the new guy with a decent gun not usually found with people from where I claimed to be from. Fourteen days was more than enough time to kill this crowd, that's if you're used to it. I wasn't.

I couldn't call R6 because they were monitoring the phone calls and they would track it to their rival crew. I missed his sensibility, black and white way of looking at life and logic more than anything here. I didn't miss Chico Dunn though.

Yeah, my friend would be able to tell me what to do.

I flirted with Spriggans way more than I should've. It was the eighth day and I had killed twelve people. That's a lot of people.

It was today when I stopped holding back on this girl. She approached me. "It's crazy what's been happening lately." Spriggans commented.

I nodded, frozen. "Some people are actually suspecting you, Jason."

"I can't imagine why."

"I guess it's 'cause you're new. I know it wasn't you." she nudged me friendlily.

A pang stabbed my heart. I cursed myself for all of this. For caring about her. I told myself I had only known Spriggans for a week but that's a long time for me.

I leaned in, my heart pounding and I knew this was a really bad idea. Our lips locked with one another. Our tongues slid into each other's mouths.

I pulled away. "I-I can't do this." I said but my body and my heart didn't believe it.

I kissed her again. And again. Before I knew it I was on the floor with her tossing, turning. I held her slender waist and her hands were in my hair. This is the definition of abandoning protocol.

If this is what happens when I'm out of contact with R6 then I'm never going to be allowed alone on a mission again. Don't worry, we didn't go all the way. It wasn't as bad as it could've been.

Once she was asleep, I put on my shirt and left the room. I picked up the infamous rifle and started down the silent hall. The whole crew was asleep, except for the captain, Jaxor Zylen. I stepped into the room where he was. Zylen was a well-muscled being with gold streaks in his dark blue hair and was armored with blue bullet-proof armor plates over a black bodysuit.

A/N: I was trying to give Captain Zylen a vault hunter look just so you picture him like that.

He saw me coming immediately but didn't try to fight as I put the gun barrel on the back of his head. "I knew you weren't who you said you were." he almost laughed.

"Did Udonta send you?" inquired the ravager leader.

I couldn't believe it. "Oh, don't act so surprised, Kid that guy's been trying to get us down since we both split from the same crew and built our own."

They had come from the same crew . . . that means they'd been rivals for a long time.

"If you're going to kill me, you better do it but before you do tell your commander that if he wants to bring the Crossfire and everyone in it to the ground, he'll have to face me himself."

"Gonna be pretty hard for that to happen when you're dead." I was fully prepared to pull the trigger at this point.

"Who are you really, Jason Maek?"

Now that I'd hooked up with Spriggans, more was on the line than ever. I had to do it. I couldn't leave it off like this. I'd killed thirteen people in my whole life. I closed my eyes. Five . . .

"Don't you think I deserve to the answers to one last question?" the captain kept talking.

Four . . . three . . .

"You invade my crew than sneak in to kill the captain and don't even tell me you're name? Bad form, Kid."

Two . . .

"I'm Star-lord." I replied. The last words Jaxor Zylen ever heard.

One. BANG.

I heard the gun-shot. I felt hot blood spray on my hands and my shirt. I saw his body fall.

I would continue this mission until every Crossfire member is dead. I'm a ravager. A pirate. A heartless criminal. It's time I started acting like it.

There was only one person I couldn't kill. What do I do about Karlee Spriggans?

Jaxor Zylen's P.O.V

I stood up in the pool of my own blood. Star-lord. Cute.

This was clearly Captain Udonta's doing. Sloppy and spontaneous. That kid should have known that someone of my species, (Yang) have extremely strong bones, including skulls and the only way to kill us with a bullet is to shoot us in the heart.

And, little did they know I have a little protegee' of my own. My daughter Karlee Spriggans. A thirteen-year-old killing-machine-in-training. I didn't like how close she was getting to that Star-Brat. I would put a stop to it simply by explaining he wasn't who he said he was.

That boy couldn't have been more than fifteen. He didn't know what he was doing. He was just following orders. He didn't want to do this at all. I remembered being his age on a similar mission. It was scary and rattling. Then again, it had gotten me to where I am now.

Alright, Yondu, if you want a war, that's exactly what you'll get.