10113/Guardians of the Milano's Bank Account

Guardians of the Milano's Bank Account
Date of Scene:	19 November 2019
Location:	Cockpit - Milano
Synopsis:	Gamora does her Red Dead thing, while Peter Mantis and Rocket have a game of table tennis.
Cast of Characters:	Star-Lord, Gamora, Rocket Raccoon, Mantis

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Star-Lord has posed:
    Still on the planet they rescued Peter from previously, the Captain (Actual captain) of the ship climbs out of his sleeping quarters and is wearing a bright pink Hello Kitty t-shirt across his chest after Peter got tired of hearing Rocket complain about how few chest hairs Peter actually has and tried to show off to the captain.

    Walking towards the opening where most of the interactions and eating happens on the Milano, Peter holds in his hands a few data chips with various jobs he picked up at the settlement he was at and sits down on a chair before kicking his feet up onto the table and fans the chips out in his hands as he's about to read the list and figure out what order the team needs to take care of the tasks in.

Gamora has posed:
All the endless bickering, the taunting, insults, and other annoyances of living this close-quartered with so many 'colorful' personalities has Gamora taking some of their downtime on this planet to blow off some steam.

So she'd lift the ship. She'd taken a long projectile rifle with her as well as the net-blaster she'd used on Quill, and a backpack with supplies and said 'I'll be back.' then rolled her eyes at the replies that had garnered.

Some time had passed, quite a bit of it actually, but now the boarding ramp of the ship was opening and Gamora appears at the base of it, behind her she's dragging the net from the blaster, and inside of the net is a giant six legged pig-monster about four times the size of Rocket... its leaving behind a trail of purple blood from its head where a gunshot wound had ended its life.

Gamora is dragging this pig-beast up inside of the ship.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket is sitting at the table with a box of parts, absently putting something together that is probably unwholesome and quite literally explosively dangerous. The fact he is very cavalier about it, twisting it around without any care in the world for OSHA standards, is troublesome. But nobody's dead. So, stop whinin'.

Just as absently, the cantankerous Captain (The FURRY Captain) is ignoring Judy Blue Eyes playing on the Milano's loud speakers as he works, turning the device over in his palm, stiffling a big toothy yawn when Quill appears wearing his super gay pink shirt, "You look like a sweet sixteen party blew up on your manhood." The Raccoon says with a snort laugh. "It suits you."

Immediately beginning to go back to his work until Gamora appears dragging a pig-lizard... "Bagged a new boyfriend huh?"

Star-Lord has posed:
    "You'll be lucky if you even see 16." Peter says with a nasty look as if he smelled what Rocket's been cooking or dropping, and yet he keeps his spot and isn't bothered enough to actually stand up. Instead Peter keeps looking at the data chips until he presses one and a hologram of a Kree's face lights up from the chip along with a number underneath, a number with a lot of zeros.

    Peter's eyes light up and he closes that chip and tries to slip it into a pocket before anyone notices hopefully.

    "Oh, don't drag that up here, there's a trail of goop from that things face likely ... how far did you go to find that thing?" Peter asks Gamora before he tries to kick at Rocket's chair for that boyfriend comment.

Gamora has posed:
Once Gamora has the big-beast inside of the ship where she wants it on the widest open part of the floor she lets it go slack and starts to remove the net. She stands, steps over to the bulkhead and tosses the net-blaster down onto a table, then moves to pick up two buckets out of a foot locker.

She glances from Peter, to Rocket, as she drops the buckets down then and draws a knife from her belt. She doesn't look angry, just... focused.

At Rocket she first looks. "Yes." She replies in-short to his little tease, then stabs the beast right in its chest, and starts to cut... Her eyes then glance to Quill. "Three kilometers. We flew over a herd of them on our way in."

What comes next is a series of things best not described, but what those within the proximity of what Gamora is doing will be treated to a veritable 'horror show' of pig-beast parts and skin removal, completely with terrible gore-y sounds and a very definitely raw and unenjoyable smell.

"It should taste delicious." She announces, while throwing wet and nasty things into the buckets she'd gathered.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Oh, ho ho... well lucky for you if I don't..." Rocket puts aside the explosive device he was building, "I'll leave you the Milano in my will." The demunitive psychopath pops up on his feet with a big ol fluffy tail hovering up near his shoulder behind him when he leans towards the chips to snatch the one Quill had been gandering with $_$ eyes. "Gimme that, you're too young to be makin' financial decisions without adult supervision."

Maybe he had seen how many zeros there has been on that message. Because now Rocket has $_$ eyes.

The horror sounds do not bother the crazy anthropamorphic raccoon, murderer. This is fine.

This is all fine.

"I love seered pig beast flesh." He agrees with her assessment of it tasting delicious, "HEY! Watch it Captain Star Crunch... don't play footsie with me.. I see what yer doin'." Pointing a long, pointy clawed, finger at Quill. "She aint into you. She's only got eyes for guts and blood and people who aren't wearin' homosexual clothin' to hide their THREE chest hairs... ya probably named'em."

"Weirdo."

Mantis has posed:
Mantis has been familiarizing herself with the ship's systems since joining the team, by far the most recent addition. Today finds her sitting at a chair facing the group with a terminal monitor in front of her occupying her attention.

As the sounds of Crosby, Stills and Nash ring out through the ship, Mantis's toes are tapping along with the song. Even more cutely, her antennae are swaying slightly in beat to the music.

Perhaps less cutely, she's singing along with the song. It isn't so much that she doesn't have a good singing voice, as that she doesn't know the lyrics until she hears them. So she's repeating them with about a two second delay after the song, creating this near echo effect.

But it seems to keep her content. She's sitting there focused on the screen. Suddenly her face lights up for a moment, and then goes back to the contented expression.

Star-Lord has posed:
    Peter's eyes quickly shift from dollar signs to victims eyes. "Hey! Give that back!" Peter says trying to snatch the data card back from the raccoon as he too tries to avoid anything Gamora is doing.

    The days having to hunt for Yondu and that crew... he had to bring it things roughly that size but more. MUCH more. That crew was huge and threatening to eat him if he didn't get them something to eat. He doesn't like it, never did, so now, he simply ignores it as just a piece of life.

    "I didn't name them." Peter says as he hooks a finger in the collar and pulls it out to look down at his own chest and squints for a moment. "I have more than three anyways." Peter explains after a moment. Giving up on the data chip, Quill moves onto the next one and up pops a single head again, this time a Shi'ar girl's figure in blue and it spins again slowly with a number beneath it this one with nearly as many zeros on it as the one Rocket stole. Quill quickly tries to hide it from the rest of the crew again...

Gamora has posed:
Bones snapping, wet slop hitting the deck of the ship, the buckets being filled higher and higher until they're threatening to spill over themselves and Gamora just exhales heavily. "This song sounds like a cultist gathering on Veredix Seven, recruiting new desperate members through terrible music and weak minded sociopaths." She grumbles while wiping her knife off on a rag hanging from the handle on one of the buckets.

The gutted Pig-Beast is staring at Peter and Rocket as they bicker, its eyes wide open even if there's no life left inside of them, its mouth partially open and its black tongue sticking out and laying against the deck near to its three-nostril'd snout.

The buckets are picked up by their handles then and Gamora starts to saunter toward the boarding ramp again with them...

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Yer holdin' out on us..." Rocket accuses, again leveling a savage point in Quill's direction, "Are you takin' work behind our back, ya Terran half-wit? Cus if you are, I'm gonna tie you down an' force you to watch Drax eat a whole bowl of cereal... you know how sensual he gets with his breakfast food, too." Narrowed, beady, eyes. "We gotta pay off your old boss afore he puts bounties on all our heads an' tries to sell Groot to the collector. He said he'd do that, but he didn't say anythin' at all about makin' me captain with my own Bloodleather coat." Which is a strange thing to deny.

"Gamora! Quill is holdin' out... I told ya we should have sold him to Yondu!" Pointing, snarling, fangs visible beneath a whiskered sneer. "I got ya somethin' too, but now I'm not givin' it to you..." He huffs and jumps down off the table, pushing chairs out of the way as he heads towards the loading ramp. It's funny because he's too short to be seen over the tables edge, so it looks like chairs are just moving on their own until he passes through the bulkhead.

Mantis has posed:
Mantis looks up at Gamora's pronouncement of the cultish sound of the song. "It does!" she says with an expression a little bright and excited for the pronouncement. She goes back to watching the terminal screen. After a few moments her face lights up happily before returning back to a more relaxed expression.

Matnis glances over at the talk between the rest of the crew, but doesn't offer any thoughts. She does sniff at the air a little bit, as the entrails pass by on their way out the door. Her reaction is a mild unpleasantness before the terminal draws her attention back, Mantis getting a happy look for a moment before slipping back into mere contentment.

Star-Lord has posed:
    "This is work for all of us to do... as a team... not... Bring that Kree bounty back!" Peter says, finally standing up and moving around a few chairs of his own to chase down Rocket and yet, he slides a bit as his shoes get coated in that purple bloody goop.

    "Oh..." Peter complains as he looks down to his boots and lifts one up. "Dang it! Get back here with that booty Rocket! We gotta fix the hull after your crap landing and you know parts ain't free!"

    Peter does an expert job of ignoring both Mantis and Gamora when they're making fun of his Crosby, Stills AND Nash... Peter's trinity. He does look back at Mantis and then towards Gamora, but ... yeah he decides better of it, better keep bitching at the rodent.

Gamora has posed:
One of the buckets is tossed out into the dirt behind the ship. The other... Gamora looks over to Rocket as he arrives on the landing ramp and she looks at him, then down at the last remaining bucket. "That one is yours." She says. She'd specifically filled it with stuff she believed Rocket would want from the pig beast, but the rest of the crew would likely not want, or outright whine about if it was anywhere near them.

She turns then and carries the single empty bucket inside of the ship.

"We should get going from this spot. The scavenger birds on this planet will arrive to eat those entrails. They will likely come aboard and try to nest in here if we do not abandon this spot soon."

The empty bucket is dropped in a cleaning tub, then she walks back to where the pig-beast carcass is and she unravels a towel to start to gather up the 'good parts' that will be cooked. "Quill isn't cheating us." She tells everyone. "He needs to talk to Yondu personally to get the precise details of what it is that is going on between them, and we can all go from there. We all probably have bounties on our heads anyway, somewhere."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket stops, just beyond the pools of purple blood upon which Quill is struggling to gain his footing, with a big shit eating grin on his muzzle. The bounty chip is held up between clawed thumb and the knuckle of his index finger, "Oh look't everybody, somethin' embarassin' and bad happen't to Quill... poor dumb terran.. that's our new drinkin' game. Every time Star Gourd does somethin' dumb that leads to him lookin' stupid, you have to shout OOPA! and drink..."

"Everyone put on yer surprised face... Our Captain is still a bumblin' idiot..." Rocket mocks Quill further by pulling a face, ears back, mouth agag, eyes big and wide and brown and beady which doesn't make sense but neither does anything on the Milano. "No, Imma hold onto it." The chip drops into his palm and the palm into a pouch on his belt. "HA. HA. HA. Yer so funny... if you'd remember't to put on your frakin' rocket boots like an adult, ya wouldn't need savin', an' I wouldn't have had to land the ship under unfavorable conditions to keep you from fallin' to yer DEA-"

Gamora distractifies him with her bucket... Leaning down to peer into the bucket, "Oh, is that pancreas?" He actually sounds excited, sorta, for Rocket he sounds excited. "Thanks, Greenie."

The chip flies directly at Peter's head, thrown at him, because Gamora is voice of reasons.

Mantis has posed:
Mantis looks up, smiling widely and she gives an energetic-sounding, "OOPA!" She looks around expectantly waiting for others to join in. When they don't, the excited look wanes. "I don't think they like the new drinking game, Rocket," she informs him in a quite voice. As if to avoid hurting his feelings.

Mantis goes back to watching the terminal. She sits quietly, hands resting in her lap and then her face suddenly lights up in a big smile before it fades away and she goes back to her placid watching of the monitor.

Star-Lord has posed:
    Peter points firmly towards Mantis and is about to give it to her, but he pulls his finger back and then gets smacked upside the head with a data chip and he only turns towards his head towards Rocket after it stops clattering on the metal floor. Quill then blinks rapidly and turns to grab the chip off the ground and the squeaking of his shoes is heard as he struggles to keep his footing in the blood.

    Words fail the captain in pink as he stands back up, and starts to squint towards the furry one and the green one but instead he holds onto the data chip and drops them all onto the table before he moves up past Mantis towards the cockpit and the ships engines fire to life. "Where's Drax? We're about to leave in two."

Gamora has posed:
With everything she wanted in the immediate sense, the stuff that needs to be stowed in the freezer, Gamora sets off toward the kitchen. As she passes by the wobbling and flailing Peter, she reaches out to grasp his arm by the elbow to steady him... then proceeds onward.

"We're not taking you to Yondu and his people." She says, to everyone. "We'll get into flight and give him a long range call. Speak to him over comms. Delivering you to him might put us at a tactical disadvantage if he decides he'd rather take you as a prisoner. I am not playing an unwitting bounty hunter for Yondu and the Ravagers."

With that said, Gamora passes by Mantis and offers her one of the pig beasts ebony fangs, its a fine gift to a woman like Gamora, and she thinks Mantis might like it too. But with that out of the way... she proceeds on toward the galley to stow the pig beast meats and 'goodies' where they can be prepared later.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket comes into the kitchen carting his bucket full of pig organs. Carrying it with both hands and some, but not a great deal, of effort in both tiny hands. In the galley, he goes about storing his delicious bounty for later consumption, humming to the new song playing in the Milano:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5-rdr0qhWk

"And wastin' all my crime..." That isn't the words, nor is it said in time. He isn't trying to mimic what they're saying either. He's just singing shit, anything to admit he doesn't actually want to sell Quill to Yondu, even for a smart bloodleather vest.

"I guess your jus' gonna bleed't... when I shoot you in the knee..."

Seriously, he's not even trying.

Star-Lord has posed:
    The ship starts to close and the bay doors as Peter continues to prep the ship for take off. "We gotsta get dat money!" He shouts over the coms and without much further warning the ship is rolling backwards pitching teh nose skyward as the wing mounted engines rotate to keep the hover mode active on the ship the main thrusters explode to life as Peter kicks the ship up to space and onto their next score.

Mantis has posed:
Mantis reaches out to steady the data chips when Quill tosses them down on the table, keeping them from rolling off and into the purple pig goop that lingers on the floor until it gets a good hosing out.

Gamora's approach draws Mantis's attention back from the monitor where it had just returned. The offered fang causes Mantis's already large eyes to grow wide. "A gift? A gift for me?" she asks excitedly. "I have never been given a gift before," she says brightly, holding the fang with both hands. A treasured thing, which earns Gamora such a smile from Mantis.

As Gamora passes by, she might notice Mantis has the sensor readings for the ship showing on her terminal. One large part of the display is a little rendition of the Milano at the center of a space that would show contacts if there were any. It is presently empty.

The display suddenly shows a pulse radiating out from the Milano as the ship sends one of its endless series of sensor pings. The moving display causes Mantis's face to light up excitedly as she watches it spread. Then it's gone, no sign of contacts, and she relaxes again back into quiet contentment as she contemplates Gamora's gift, turning fang over slowly in her hands. When a bit of connective tissue falls from it to splatter on the table, it doesn't diminish her enjoyment one bit.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora did indeed glance between what Mantis was watching and to Mantis herself. She'd shown her a soft grin at the gift part and nodded to the other.

But, having moved on to the kitchen now she proceeds to put the items away into the freezer storage, one by one while Rocket misquotes the song being played on the speakers now. When the shift lifts up, she steadies herself a little after putting the items away.

She steps past Rocket then and moves back toward the cargo hold. After a moment or two she speaks up on ship-comms to the cockpit. "The pig beast remains are in the airlock. You can jettison them now."

And with that, she exhales and moves back deeper into the Milano. "I'll be in the shower." She announces to anyone within range of hearing that.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Once all the goodies are stowed, Rocket sucks blood from his claws and makes his way towards the cockpit by way of passing Mantis with her terminal, "What're you lookin' at you weird lil' p-..." Leaning over to see the screen, then looking, then looking back at the screen... "Okay." He doesn't even know what to say to it.

A quick step catches him up to Gamora, scratching claws into his fur between both ears, "She's gonna kill us all in our sleep probably." Conversational, not at all concerned, as he breaks from Gamora's shower trip to join Quill in the cockpit where he crawls up into the copilots seat with both hands placed in the cushion and a little hop turn. He doesn't even try to fight for control!

One big dysfunctional Guardians of the Family.