10213/Guardians of the Cesear

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Guardians of the Cesear
Date of Scene: 27 November 2019
Location: Common Area - Milano
Synopsis: Oh, the same ol' same ol' for them durned guardian brothers.
Cast of Characters: Rocket Raccoon, Star-Lord, Yondu Udonta, Gamora, Mantis




Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"dumm den.. dummm... love is a battle.. dnnn..." Rocket is sitting in the pilot seat of the Milano, tapping his foot against the control pedals to the song playing over the ships interior speakers as he brings them out of a jump tunnel and retakes control of the ship, "heartache to ... love is a battlefeel..." Clearly he does not know the words.

"Alright ya frakin' losers." Pushing the intercom key to broadcast over the sound of Pat Benatar's soulful voice crooning longingly for a love left behind to persue her goals and ambitions as a dancer, rather than a singer. Freakin' MOVING.

Truly freakin MOVING.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Oh right, I was thinkin' about her voice. Yondu's ship is ahead or whatever. Quill, try not to be a dumbass and get us kill'd this time, huh?" Rocket adds because he forgot while trying to be fancy and funny.

Star-Lord has posed:
    Peter's voice echoes from his bunk and down the hall to tickle the little hairs of Rocket's wonderful ears. "Alright what? Oh..." Peter then stands up and the familiar sound of his buckle being laced and cinched and locked fills his cabin.

    "Now... a shirt." Peter hmmms to himself in the tune of 'Love is a battlefield' though he might know the words less than Rocket does. "Oh we stand in the waayyy and both look upart." Peter sings as he pulls a grey shirt on and runs his hands through the sleeves and tugs the hem down over his chest before stepping into the galley and up the steps towards the cockpit.

    "Wowowowowowow! Weare touched!" Slams Peter's feet as he jumps down next to Rocket's chair and then slumps into his own.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Cap'n!"

Yondu grunts and looks over his shoulder, tearing a mile-distant gaze away from the viewscreen. The Ravager vessel has been maintained with an eye towards function over form; corroded durasteel and leaking solvents combine to create an appearance akin to a lab explosion gone off. Scavengers pick up food left out and dart into gaps in the walls and conduits. Flickering lights illuminate pools of (what is hopefully) rust.

"/Milano/ is on approach."

Yondu sucks air through his chipped teeth, staring at the comms officer, then nods. "Good," he says. "'bout time that boy pulled through. Tell 'em portside docking bay," he advises the man. His wheezy rasp carries a timbre of easy confidence. His security officer's brought over with a curling of fingers.

"Gimme ten men an' have twenty more out in the hall," Yondu adds. A grunt carries him to his feet and the captain slings his slick red Ravager overcoat on with a whirl of the hem. "I'm gonna be down-range so any of 'em sons of bitches uses anything but stun blasters, they're gonna get that weapon shoved into the most painful orifice I can think of."

"Sir?" Kraglin swings into step along with Yondu, exercising the privilege of the first mate to speak with discreet bluntness. "What're you gonna do if Quill ain't got the money?"

Yondu laughs, braying like a horse. "Either he's comin' here with the money, or the monkey is, an' the Milano will have a new captain."

They step into the lift and Kraglin presses the button for the cargo bay level.

"Quill's dumb, but he ain't dumb 'nough to come round here with empty pockets," Yondu says, just before the doors close.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora is in the common area of the ship behind the cockpit and before the rest that lies below and behind. She's wearing black form fit clothing, designed for fast and agile movement and she's holding one of her many swords. As the music plays, she is moving through her sword fighting technique practices, sweeping, striking, stroking, swirling, twirling and even occasionally tumbling. Its arguable that some parts of the exercise are erotic in nature as well, or could be taken that way by people who tend to slant their minds in that direction...

But, that being said, its likely unwise to insinuate such a thing to the woman with the sword who's moving so fluidly and gracefully.

She does work through to the end of her routine though and it brings her right to where her belongings are on a bulkhead on the starboard side of the ship. Its then that, with er back to the others, she picks up her sword's sheath and slides the blade back into it with a slipping of metal on leather and steel.

Her eyes open then (they'd been closed the whole time, so dangerous!) and she turns to stare at the origin of all the voice.

Mantis has posed:
Mantis is in her room. She brushes her hair as she looks in the mirror. She turns her head from side to side looking at it from one angle, and then the other. She goes over to her closet and goes through her outfits. There's the deep green one with black trim. And the forest green one with black trim. The dark green one with black trim. And then the black one with blacker trim.

She goes with dark green with black trim. You can't beat a classic.

Mantis finishes pulling on her sleeves. She isn't sure why they don't go all the way up to her shoulders. Ego just had them made that way. She thought maybe he liked forearms for a time, but then discarded that notion somewhere along the way.

Mantis goes back in front of the mirror. checking herself. She wets her fingers and then runs them along the fuzzy ends of her antennae, getting them to fluff up nicely. Mantis smiles as she takes in her appearance. "I am hideous," she says with a satisfied nod.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket keys up the comms, "Hey revengers-" He said what he said, "- This is the Milano, requestin' to land on your ship and do business.. hopefully without dyin', because I don't wanna do that part today." The ship follows the tragectory provided by the Electors, or whatever, not like Rocket was paying attention when they went over ravager ship names, comms crew and twists the ship in an inverted roll to bring the docking clamps against the portside hatch of the Elevira. Seriously, he wasn't paying attention to the name game.

"Alright, we're here.." Glancing at the box he's had sitting on a nearby console, with a rueful clawed hand rubbing the fur around his muzzle. It snaps out and quickly takes it, shoving it down into the jumpsuit he's wearing, which he zips up to his neck on his way down from the cockpit into the common area where Gamora is doing knife practice with swords, "That's super erotic."

Snatching one of his bigger guns off a table, slinging it on his back, and padding all purposefully towards the hatch. "QUILL! Hurry up, stop flexin' your three chest hairs in the mirror, nobody cares you're goin' through hummy puberty. More your ass."

Star-Lord has posed:
    "More your ass my ... ass." Peter says back towards Rocket as he shakes his head a bit, and steps down the steps behind Rocket to look towards Gamora with a shrug of his shoulders as he takes step next to the green assassin. "I... think we need to get him a tune up. He seems to think I'm still in my room."

    Peter says with a motion of his hand towards the middle of the table where he picks up his zune that Kraglin gave him and he smirks, knowing Yondu doesn't know he has the thing and how he got it for Quill.

    "Mantis, ya comin? It's time to meet the Ravagers, not the revengers, that makes them sound nicer than they are." Peter notes as he steps down onto the ship he used to call home, hands up and with a nod to one of the crew members. "Yondu feeling a bit blue today? Where's that old pirate bastar---"

Yondu Udonta has posed:
The /ECLECTOR/ receives the /Milano/ like a whale inhaling a passing fish. The cargo bay atmosphere shield drops, lifts again, and air flows steadily as it repressurizes. The procedure doesn't take long.

The bay doors open with the proper comedic timing, and Yondu lifts a brow at Quill.

A second later it breaks into a smooth grin full of entirely too many broken, sharp teeth. "Quill! There's my boy," he rasps. "I knew you was gonna pull through," he says, lying with paternal affection.

"Sorry rodent," Yondu wheezes at Rocket. "I know you was hopin' for that vest. Looks like Quill's stayin' the captain fer a spell yet.

Yondu's eyes slide to the Milano's loading ramp as people are disgorged, and then go quite cold and flat and focus on Quill himself.

"...You /do/ have my money. Right?"

Gamora has posed:
Gamora approaches Quill and then looks to Rocket. She scowls at his comment about eroticism but ignores it, part of her job is seduction after all, or it used to be part of her job... sometimes seduction made killing someone very very easy, stupidly easy, she could use it on many of the members of this crew and they'd be dead within moments. Its possible she's thought about that a few times... old habits after all.

"Maybe he needs spectacles with properly designed lenses to better see his surroundings." She jests. "I think they'd make him look more distinguished, and less like a dumpster scavenger." She's toy with Rocket though, as he'll likely know.

They move to receive Yondu's arrival, however, and as she goes she picks up her leather jacket off of a bench and starts to pull it on as Mantis arrives. She looks the woman up and down and nos once to her. "I like that outfit. Its one of your best." She tells her with a small smile before she pulls her own jacket on and goes along with the others.

Her eyes are on Yondu when he arrives, her hands are on her belt in front of her waist, she doesn't speak to him.

Mantis has posed:
Mantis's huge, soulful eyes light up at the compliment from Gamora. "Thank you. I told this to Drax and he said all of them made him taste his lunch a second time. I did not think clothing could affect one's hunger so," she says as she follows along towards the doorway.

Mantis holds her hands together before herself, letting the rest of the team do the talking. She gazes out over the crew, picking up on their emotions. What she feels from Yondu makes her want to smile a little bit. Kraglin gives the impression he has a big to do list he'd rather be dealing with. And then there's the spiny-haired one in the corner looking at Gamora who-

Mantis looks away quickly, her cheeks growing just a bit brighter.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket stops at the top of the ramp to adjust his jump suit, tugging at his crotch, with the massive blaster rifle laid across his left shoulder with his hand lazily holding fast to the grip. The object nestled up against his rodent titty is making it all uncomfortable and stuff. The alternative is keeping it in a shared common bedroom where all these untrustworthy shits sleep... so that's out.

Best to just be disheavled.

"Yeah, yeah.. this time..." Glancing back and up at Quill, "That's right, QUill.. where's the money? You 'do' have it right? I gave it to you..." Tooth grin, big toothy grin.

Dumpster scavanger?!

"Right, I eat trash, Quills a dumbass, Drax thinks skys the limit means he can touch the stars if he has a ladder, and you're a whore.." Nodding affirmative, grumbling to himself.. Shifting off to the side to lean against the hydrolic arm of the Milano's loading ramp. "A-holes."

Star-Lord has posed:
    "Just gimme the damn money Rocket." Peter says holding his hand down towards the rodent and he looks back up to Yondu as he's waiting empty handed for the fuzzball to pass over the booty. Nothing else but that matters, just getting out from under debt, a debt placed upon Peter in order to even live and get off this shit hole of a spaceship. Peter's pretty desperate to give Yondu the money and in this moment, that's plainly clear to see in the timber of his voice and the actions Peter takes. He's not fooling around so much any more.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Yondu's congenial smile turns a little thin and brittle. The back and forth between Rocket and Quill nets them both a flat look of wary uncertainty. The look is transferred to the stern-looking Gamora then Mantis' sheepish disposition.

He flips his index finger back and forth to wag it at the duo.

"Y'all havin' a domestic disput?" he wheezes. "If yer havin' a lover's snit, just drop my cash and be on yer way."

He grins toothily as his crew breaks into roaring laughs at the weak joke. Yondu glances minutely over his shoulder and then abruptly steps forward and grabs Peter's lapel to yank him almost nose to nose.

"Boy you better have somethin' to give me," he says, voice barely carrying past Quill. It carries more of a note of concerned warning. Yondu releases Quill with just enough of a show of force to put him on his heels.

"I don't give a tinker's got-damn who's got my money an' I ain't got the tiiiime fer yer little vaudeville act," he says, voice rising to be heard again. "I'm gonna start whistlin' my favorite little tune and if I don't see a stack of credits by the time I'm done, I'm gonna start perforatin' skulls until I see money or I see blood." His lips purse and the arrow at his side starts glowing with eager readiness.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora is completely unaware of what is going on in the minds of those that they're not facing-off with again... and she's glad, well part of her glad, the tactical advantage of having that information would be invaluable. Nevermind that.

Her eyes go from Quill, to Rocket, back to Quill then back to Roc-- nope, to Yondu as he steps up to engage Quill all close and persona-like.

"Easy... now..." Gamora softly says, to both of them really. "Like I said last time... we all make more money when we work together. Thats why we're in this, we've learned that. We're sticking to it. We did the job, we got what you want." She assures Yondu specifically, then her eyes go back to Rocket and go all WIDE HUGE AT HIM, then NOD toward YONDU.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket tilts his head at Quill, clearly sizing him up.

It's a look he hasn't had in his eyes in... how long have they been crewed up?

Then his muzzle pulls back from his fangy maw as the big neutron rifle drops down off his shoulder to slap the charging rail into his right palm. Chunnnnng chinnnng.

Pulling it back into a ready position of whirling promised death, the weapon seats up in the curve of his shoulder, pointed at Peter. "So there was talk about turnin' Quill over for my own vest an' the Milano." Tilting his head so he can see Yondu around the former Captain, "That still on the table?"

Quill wants the box?

He can't have the box.

"Move lover boy, yer' the payment.."

Star-Lord has posed:
    Peter rocks hard from the pull of his lapel by Yondu and then he brings his hands up, making sure Yondu's crew knows he isn't going to hurt their precious Cap'n. "Whoa whoa whoa, we got the money... It's---"

    Peter's jaw slowly drops towards Rocket but then he swallows hard and his eyebrows drop and he rears back his foot in the greatest telegraph in kickboxing history. "YOU SONNOVA---!"

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket laughs at the telegraphed kick, "Look at froggy tryin' to kick his way out of inevitability.. how did you /not/ see this comin'?" The squirrelly raccoon swings the butt of his rifle upwards in an upper cut right for Quill's crotch. "Take that with yer pelvic magic."

Gamora has posed:
Gamora watches all of this play out and it makes her wide eyed stare at Rocket go from stern force of 'give him the stuff' to a scowl.

This is when she'll react by reaching behind her right hip and pulling her sword down out of its scabbard and sweeping it up into a ready position.

"You little furry klurg sucker! I'll gut you myself for this!"

This is all going south, very quickly.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Yondu whistles sharp and backs up a few steps. His crew bristles and they brace themselves with weapons in hand, muzzles snapping upwards to cover their captain. Yondu lifts a swift hand to signal a stand down-- mostly because he's still *downrange* of them.

The Captain of the /Eclector/ holds his hands up to signal a lack of interest in the fight and backs up until he's out of the line of fire. The quad-tipped arrow is clutched loosely in his fingers before he folds his arms across his chest.

"Captain? What's goin' on?" Kraglin mutters.

Yondu glances at him out the corner of his eye. "Beats the hell outta me," he mutters out the side of his mouth.

Mantis has posed:
Mantis watches everything playing out. The sights and the words are upsetting enough, but the feelings are what is getting to her the most. Even with the normal behavior on the ship, there's something deeper that she always feels between the crew. Though right now she's not sensing much of it from one of their number.

Mantis gently touches Gamora's shoulder to try to slip past. Moving up closer to Rocket, and saying his name before she gets there so he won't be startled. "Creepy little rodent," she says softly.

She really needs to stop hanging around with Drax.

Mantis gently rests her hand on the shoulder of Rocket's that isn't supporting an immense weapon. Her antennae take on a white glow on the tips. As she touches him, her face grows into a snarl. "You deserve what they'll do to you," Mantis says to Quill focusing on him. Though after a moment she seems to struggle, forcing that expression, and emotion down.

"His is your friend. Everyone on the ship, are your friends," she says to Rocket, her antennae glowing a little brighter.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Oh for ..." Rocket turns the rifle on Gamora, who is far more dangerous than Quill in his opinion, "You know this is the right thing! Look't this moron!" Irrationally waving his blaster from one green skinned murder, to one half human twit, "Can we all jus' look at the bright side? Quill is gone an' we can get back to makin' credits without him being a constant source of irrational disappointment?"

Mantis approaching usually wouldn't cause him to flench, even if it might lead to some off handed insult, but not a flinch. Which he does.. glaring at her like he's paranoid, a threatening snarl curling his muzzle over sharp teeth. "Get yer kriffin' hands off me..." pushing at her, trying to shove her back down and away from him, "ALL UH YA, yea aint never had no respect for me.. well look who's laughing now. HAH . HAH. HAH..." CHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNG.

Weapon up, barrel pointed at each of the Guardians, "Give me a frakin' reason.. I want you to."

Star-Lord has posed:
    "He's got the money we worked as a TEAM to get it together." Peter snarls at Rocket, explains to Yondu and is just outright enraged as he suddenly can't see straight and the stars burst across his vision.

    "Oh, oh god..." Peter moans to no one in the worst ways as he drops to his knees, and his hands hover over his own crotch before he falls over onto the hangar floor with a thud. Peter is quickly out of this fight with his Terran gems lightly demolished into goop.

    Peter looks over towards Rocket and frowns before he looks to Yondu and just, slowly finds his way to his feet and hobbles over to Yondu... "J-just go."

Gamora has posed:
Gamora's blade is aimed right at Rocket!

She's picturing what his head will look like severed from his shoulde----

Mantis walks past her, she glances to Mantis then watches her exchange with Rocket and back to her as well. Gamora's eyes then trail over to Yondu and Quill, then she watches Quill buckle over after getting nut-shotted.

Her sword lowers.

"Fine." She says, not in an angry voice, but in a calm and collected one. She turns and moves over to the edge of the ship's bulkhead and sits down, crosses her legs at the knees and just lays her sword across her lap... folds her arms over her stomach and, stares. At all of them.

Mantis has posed:
Mantis's earlier expression, the one that came to her from touching Rocket, has faded completely. She appears very even and relaxed at the moment. As Quill moves over to give himself to Yondu, Mantis breaks out in a small smile. "See, everything worked itself out," she says quietly.

She turns to give Gamora a smile, now that all of the tension seems to be gone. Mantis looks back to Yondu. "Do not forget you have the most valuable artwork from Terra already," she says of the picture from Quill's quarters he was given. That was supposed to be worth a lot after all.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Uh, if I may?" Yondu's wheezing voice carries a careful politeness. Like his temper's fraying. From the way the arrow's ruddish lights glow more intensely, it might be accurate to assume he's losing his patience with the little crew's bickering.

"This lil' slipshit's freedom was forfeit the second he welched on our deal."

Kraglin signals suddenly and two of the Ravagers grab Peter's arms to pin them while a third swiftly searches and disarms him.

"Second, he ain't worth shit nohow. I told you, rodent. Hundred and thirty thousand credits."

Yondu's lips roll back and he spits on the deck between him and Rocket. "So you better talk fast if you expect me to just let you waltz outta here with /my/ ship," Yondu adds, rather pointedly.

The Ravagers start to tense up.

Yondu abruptly lifts a hand. "No. You know what? I ain't need a piece of shit like the Milano clutterin' up my deck," he declares. He extends a hand and points his index finger at Rocket, menacing as that arrow tip. "You got a week to get my money, rodent. Else I'm puttin' *you* in chains and then the next one down the list gets the job. Uh..." He looks at Mantis and points. 'That'n! You, lil lady. You kill this rodent if he ain't bringin my money, and I'll make you the next Captain."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Yeah, yeah, I heard ya." Rocket sling the blaster back up on his shoulder as he turns back towards the interior of the Milano with a wicked grin as he climbs up the ramp into /his/ ship. "About frickin' time.. You jack asses comin'? You heard'em, we got credits to make." His hand rests upon his side, where the box is hidden against his furry flank, absently fondling it like a wierdo who got all aroused by betraying his friends.

Murmuring down at her chest, spoken quiet enough that it's to himself, the traitorous little rodent makes his way towards the cockpit to get the ship ready for lift off and their next big score. "nunnn nuhn... love is a better feel.." He hums the song that's no longer playing as he disappears.