"Blimey, we've got some cowboys in here! don't we old girl?"
The TARDIS hummed softly with blue lights faintly illuminating The Doctor's face. He was situated underneath the main console platform, digging through the built-in wooden containers that led to various subsystems. That, some clothes he kept stored there, and some as-of-late faults that needed addressing. Anything he found blocking his path he simply tossed onto the steel floor behind him, not bothering to care where it landed. A green light, high-pitched warbling noise, and his lower body came from the wooden container. He had crawled farther inside the mechanics of the timeship and sonic'd it to see what had gone wrong.
"Well! Nothing we can't fix then, ay? Shouldn't take too long to find the parts. I'm sure someone's selling what I need out there."
The Doctor got out of the container and headed up the cold, metal staircase onto the main console platform. Sharp cyan lights sprouted upwards from the center of the console into what he described as a "spinny thing" on the ceiling. He walked past it to the TARDIS's small wooden doors before pausing for a moment. He turned to the TARDIS console and spoke one last time before walking out.
"Back in a sec."
"A great service has been done by you all."
Irani Rael looked upon the six guardians in front of her. The guardians all looked back, somewhat confused by the grandiosity of her demeanor after such an easy job.
"Uh, yeah."
Peter was perplexed at her demeanor after such an uneventful job. In turn, Irani looked at him with equal emotion. This was one of the Nova Corps' most important tasks! Shouldn't he and his crew have been proud of accomplishing such a mighty feat? But they were acting as if it was nothing more than a minor task! She pondered probing more to learn their viewpoint, but figured it was for nothing. After all, these were the same people who saved the entire planet they were standing on from getting annihilated. The same people who held an infinity stone without dying. Her train of thought was interrupted by Peter though, who hadn't quite gotten to the same conclusion.
"So… We were wondering— I mean, if that was all the job was… Then we could possibly—"
"He wants to get paid."
"Gamora!"
"Oh! Right. Of course. I'll go ahead and transfer the units. How much did the bounty say it was worth, again"
"Two million."
"Right, then. Just give me a moment…"
Irani walked back to her desk and grabbed a small tablet off of it. She began tapping away at the tablet, and quickly after the money was successfully transferred over to the guardians, split evenly among them. Rocket was the first of the bunch to check his balance. A fact that was quickly demonstrated by everyone in the room.
"Holy Shit!"
"—Uh, what my colleague here meant to say was; "We're grateful for your generous payment. Right, Rocket?"
Peter looked at Rocket who was still mid-jubilation. Rocket didn't even bother trying to be polite about the scene though, instead opting to act how he felt. He let out a loud cackle and immediately flaunted his newfound wealth.
"Grateful!? HAHAHA! Who CARES about bein' grateful now!? I'm flarkin' rich! Thank you, lady! Now c'mon, guys. Let's spend this on some seriously nice shit."
Just as Rocket began to leave, the lighting of the entire room turned a bright red. He and the rest of the guardians quickly looked around, listening to the blaring alarms that sounded when he tried to leave. Peter was the first to speak up, shouting at Irani angrily while getting his guns out.
"Oh, you low down, dirty—"
"That alarm isn't for you guys." Irani quickly blurted out. She ran back to check her tablet and contacted the Nova Corps' head planetary defense officer.