12 Years Later

Peter was relieved once he left the planet with his prize in tow. That weird ninja whatever was well...odd. He could swear that he'd been discreet so he didn't have a Scooby how this dude found out about his shindig. It was worrisome to say the least.

"Peter, do mind explaining what that ruckus was about?" The Medic asked coming up from the down compartment where most likely he'd been tinkering on...something. Fortunately it was just him and not a date gal that he'd left on the last planet. He was thanking his lucky stars he'd have been alert of him enough to keep his conquests out of sight and also discreet. There was something about traveling with someone that acted like a grandfather that chicks dug but he didn't want his dates crammed in the same place as they were since The Medic was prone to teasing him greatly and was a well he tended to blush when it came to physical aspects of relationships.

"Some Smurf idjit wanted the Orb," Peter replied with an annoyed tone at the fact that situation with the Orb had even happened.

"Who?"

Called himself Korath the Pursuer if that means anything."

"It doesn't to me still it's a good thing I changed the frequency of our communication array. Less of a pursuit if you know where your prey is going."

"Different frequency or new machine?" Peter asked with a snort. The Medic was well known for inventing or as he put it "redesigning" new technology that blew his and the rest of the Ravagers minds. Half the time he didn't understand the words coming from him and just nodded when he paused for breath.

"Rude," The Medic snorted as he gave a gentle slap on his arm. "Frequency you git. I haven't the time or inclination for something that elaborate and grandiose."

"You do have time to sound like a thesaurus," Peter snorted at the indignant look and another accompanying smack on his arm. "But seriously thanks for that. Yondu probably has a bounty on us now and that Korath guy sounds like a bunch trouble if we ain't careful."

"I'd honestly be surprised if he didn't. And I'd say good show for keeping in mind Korath. So where are you going with this Orb?"

"Xandar," Peter said as he turned to the cockpit and started putting coordinates for the nearest hyper gate.

"Isn't that where Yondu was headed?" The Medic leaned on the wall his arm was sagging. Tired if Peter were to guess. That'd been happening fairly recently with him just being tired although he constantly denied it and it worried Peter immensely hence why he'd gone alone on Morag. He didn't want the strain on his beloved adoptive family member.

"Yeah but I don't think the buyer cares who delivers it as long as it's given to him."

"Ah so he only cares for the procurement of the article then the participants," The Medic nodded.

"Stop sounding like a thesaurus," Peter grumbled good-naturedly. "And yes."

"Excellent then how do we split this?"

"Forty-Fifty. With the fifty going to me."

"Pray where does that ten percent go?"

"Basic maintenance and the like, and I get the fifty because I did most of the work so no complaints from you geezer," Peter said.

"Greedy brat, after all I've done this is the kind of gratitude I get," The Medic ribbed him but sat down in the co-pilot seat. "Well onto Xandar then."


The Medic really hated his body now. This body felt like it was wearing out to a thread. Worst of all he felt like he was going to explode. He couldn't explain the last feeling but the first had been around for awhile and now was reaching its zenith. Perhaps the other feeling was due to his fatigue.

It was annoying to say the least. Now that Peter was ensuring they weren't being followed and he was bargaining...one of his favorite things to do aside from heckling Peter. Of course Peter teased him all the time for his as he put it "weird words" and how he liked to sound like a thesaurus so it was all in good fun. As he entered the shop he saw various knickknacks that looked prominent in the cultures he'd seen in his travels with Peter.

If there was anything he didn't regret it was the company and adventures that he'd been on with Peter. Both had kept their silence about the Angel and hadn't run into anything out of the ordinary at least for the Ravagers. He'd learned much as had Peter about this galaxy and it's state of affairs. It was something that despite his amnesiac state that he was fairly sure hadn't happened in a while. He'd been surprised and overjoyed by it. The galaxy had granted him a rare opportunity to experience everything anew. And he was enjoying every single moment of it.

However with that said he did wish he had memories of precisely who he was. The Medic was getting a tad sick of having vague memories of his past. His encyclopedic technical knowledge, innovation, creativity, and mental strengths were still there but his personal life and his relationships were a mystery save for him being a grandfather to Peter and a grandfather to another person whose name he couldn't recall. That's all he knew and it annoyed him. He was for all intents and purposes a lost madman with a grandson. And what was worst was he had a sinking suspicion that he'd lost something vitally important.

"Can I help you?" The Xandarian asked approaching him cautiously. Understandable, he'd not dealt with him alone and had been accompanied with Yondu usually.

"I believe I have something you want," The Medic said as he pulled out the Orb for display.

"Oh praise be," the being sighed and held out his hand.

"Ah," The Medic quickly pulled the item back. "Units first and then you get this knickknack." Although personally I think it's a bit naff but that's just me.

"That wasn't the agreement," The Xandarian snapped.

"Your agreement was with Yondu. And now I've got the item I make it the arrangements. And I say payment in advance," The Medic countered. "After all a person of interest might want this."

"Like a Korath?" Peter pipped in as he walked into the shop. "He seemed awfully interested in it."

"Korath?!" The Xandarian paled which was impressive given his peach complexion. "Korath the Pursuer?! Get out!"

"What?"

"Huh?"

"He works for Ronan the Accuser and the both of them want my people dead," the Xandarian hissed at the two of them. "I won't have dealing with him or anyone that works with him. Now out!" With that he all but pushed the two of them out of the shop and slammed the door in front of them.

"Soooo...We've basically just made him go bonkers and now we've got no sale. Well that's just rubbish."

"No kidding," Peter grumbled crossing his arms.

"I'm hoping you've got an ideas because I haven't the foggiest idea at this point," The Medic shrugged.

"Let's see if there's another seller we can dump it on. I reckon that it ain't going to be that hard to find one," Peter said.

"Agreed."

"Hey," a clearly woman's sultry voice called to them. They turned to see a green skinned woman which made The Medic rolled his eyes as Peter straighten himself up trying and mostly looking suave and handsome...well to her to The Medic it sounded both goofy and trying to hard. He rolled his eyes again and began to walk off...only for the woman to suddenly throw a punch at him. Peter yelped with surprise but quickly returned the punch.

"Leg it Medic!" Peter screamed as he tried to keep the woman away. The Medic obliged until...a bag went over him...

"I'm being bagged! Literally?! Seriously?!" The Medic bellowed exasperated. Outside of the bag he heard a fight going on and briefly had the bag removed.

Taking this opportunity to run The Medic legged it, and quickly ran away with a burst of energy that he rarely got and decided to exploit for all it's worth. He heard a shout behind him and pushed for more speed. Soon he found himself fair distance from the fight and in another crowd entirely. The respiratory bypass soon kicked in allowing him to breath although he still felt a drain. He quickly pulled a book out of his bigger on the inside pockets and sat at a bench to avoid suspicion.

Peter was in trouble. That much was obvious. The best thing he could do now was assess the situation and then figure out an avenue to get Peter free.

Well that settles it. I'll be working on a way...

His planning is was interrupted rather rudely by a snap of a jaws. The Medic yowled and he shook his hand. It was a...raccoon!?

"If I get rabies from this I'm going to be very cross with you!" The Medic screamed as he flung the beast far away from him. The animal slammed into a pole and comically slid down to the ground not that he was in the mood to appreciate the comedy of the situation.

"Hey!" A voice screamed dragging back only to see Nova Corp officers with their weapons drawn. The Medic slowly raised his arms in surrender. The robots swirled and headed towards the beast and lifted it up...was it an attack dog of a bounty hunter? Well he'd seen stranger things in his time.

"You're under arrest by authority of the Nova Corp," the officer said as he handcuffed The Medic who quickly stopped listening. Great captured. Now what?