10328/Guardians of the Galaxy: Interception on Contaxia

Guardians of the Galaxy: Interception on Contaxia
Date of Scene:	06 December 2019
Location:	Common Area - Milano
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Yondu Udonta, Star-Lord, Rocket Raccoon, Gamora, Mantis

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Yondu Udonta has posed:
Contaxia: a desolate hive of scum and villainy. One of those habitable planets straddling the edge of civilization and the depths of the wild and unexplored depths of space. It's near enough for interstellar shipping to touch it, a border town in some respects. Prospectors, adventurers, and vagabonds alike land for fuel or food or company; those goods are brought to backwater shipping towns by merchants desperate enough for profit to brave such unprotected space.

"This is the /Sul Vida/, approach to Gambolt Station," Yondu wheezes into the subwave radio. "Repeat, /Sul Vida/, requestin' landin' authorization." With a deft touch Yondu brings his space shuttle down towards the landing pad. Automated systems start sspeaking with the ship once authorization is transmitted and the vessel descends towards the ground below. It's a lean corvette, overpacked with weapons and light on personal amenities. Just enough room for Yondu and Peter Quill (though Quill's bunk is more properly suited for someone closer to someone much shorter than he).

Yondu looks behind him at Quill in the navigator's seat. "You spotted the /Milano/ yet? Hope you ain't been playin's none of them Gal-Aga games on that damn sensor station agin."

Star-Lord has posed:
    "I told you, it was a hunch they're even here. I ain't found shit." Peter says his fingers dancing across the plastiglass of the console and he expands the search radius since they're no longer jumping through the warpgates and can spare the excess power for the situation. "Now unless you got a big satellite dish that fits on your bald blue dome, I'm doing the best I can with what I got." Peter say towards Yondu while still getting the scanner running.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"ROCKET MAAAAAN!" The new Captain of the Milano is sitting in the pilot seat of the Milano, which is itself sitting on the outskirts of one of those small trading towns, where there is suppose to be a pay roll convoy coming through, but it aint showed up yet, despite it having been two days now... So what does Rocket do? He certainly don't leave! He's not a leaver, not like Quill, with his leaving people...

NOPE.

Rocket sings at the top of his lungs, running his finger along the engraved designs atop a small box sitting in the craddle of his tiny crossed legs, drumming his fingers against his seat out of key while he be singing out of tune.

And only two words of the song.

ROCKET and MAN.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora is in the cargo bay of the ship, in a corner of it, resting inside of a black canvas hammock that she often sleeps in. Its set just behind a retractable blinder that gives her modest privacy. In her lap are two things, a personal datapad and a knife. The knife is long, serrated and etched with finely crafted runes. The datapad, has a fair amount of information on it regarding Gamora's plans. She's kept to herself, she's barely spoken a word to anyone. She's just sitting away in her own little corner of the ship, using green fingertips to tap at the datapad in her lap, and continue to flesh out whatever scheme she has cooked up.

Mantis has posed:
The door to Peter's cabin opens and Mantis emerges. She's carrying a box whose lettering is too faded to make out. Just some color is left, what might have been a picture that included someone's arm. She walks over to a table and takes a seat at it. With Peter gone for so long, she's begun to 'inventory' the possessions in his room. Which usually means taking them out and toying around with them.

She had spent the first day sitting and waiting in the cockpit, strapped in and ready for action with her game face on. After a full planetary rotation of that though, she finally grew restless.

Mantis pulls out a plastic contraption. Rectangular, two pieces of plastic with a stand at the base, so she sets that on the table. There are holes cut out so one can see through it in multiple places when looking from the side, while the top has an opening. Mantis peers at it and gives a quiet, "Oooh." She looks in the box and pulls out a red checker. She looks from the checker to the plastic contraption for a bit, and finally brings the checker to the slot at the top. She releases it and it slides down to land in the bottom, the hole there showing the spot has been claimed by the red side. "Oooooh," Mantis says again.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Smart ass boy." The words are grumbled near-inaudibly, though the set of Yondu's shoulders suggests he's not terribly amused by Quill's sharp retort.

The subwave buzzes and Yondu waves in the call. "Yondu," he greets with a curt voice.

"It's Traxie," the other speaker says. "I think I found 'em. Friend of a friend mentioned a ship lookin' to get the registry ID changed, an' someone else put a ship down matching the /Milano's/ description over at the Praxis Shipyard."

"Hot damn! Traxis, I owe ya ten credits," Yondu crows. He ends the call and waves a hand to get Peter's attention. "Quill, you get all that? Plot us a low approach to the shipyard. Let's see if we kin sneak up on these sumbitches an' wrap this up real quiet-like."

With a deft hand, Yondu starts drifting the ship down to skim along the nap of the earth and arrows north-east towards the mutineers aboard the parked /Milano/.

Star-Lord has posed:
    "Traxie!?" Peter says sounding happy and overly excited to get to talk to an old run-in but, he's cut off by Yondu rather expertly and slumps back into his seat with a huff and crosses his arms in a pout.

    He's not gonna do what the blue man says, no way no- "Okay, here's the lowest path based on the previous planetary data..." Peter says, plotting a route through the ship yard around some agressively large corvettes and freighters and a few cruisers that have been parked for who knows what reasons.

    With a quick motion the path is moved from Peter's screen over to Yondus and if he chooses to use it is up to the pilot. Peter climbs out of his seat and moves towards his 'quarters' in order to start to prepair his equipment and clothing for the mission.

    Ravager red leather duster, check.

    Sweet Space Breather with Hair cut out, check.

    Twin plasma firing repeaters with semi-auto functionality, check

    Back up batters for the weapons and boots, check.

    Rocket boots, secured to his boots, check.

    His music......

    "ROCKET!!!" Echoes through the tiny ship.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket sees the beeping indicator of an approaching ship and cuts off the music, turning to look back through the port hatch towards the open ramp leading into the cargo hold where someone, "Hey, I think we're bout to have some company." Shouting back through the open bulkhead towards the belly of the ship, "It might be nothin', but maybe we should.. I unno.. do tough guy manuever three or somethin', ya know the one where Quill runs out with his buc- wait, Quill aint here... Oh, manuever six, where Quill has a dumb p- ..."

A claw digs into his fur between his eyes, "Just get your big guns and meet me on the loading ramp, wouldja?" As if it's their fault all of their plans involve Peter. Rocket shoves his box into his jump suit and hops down out of the pilots chair to stroll, with big ass neutron rifle slung backwards on his shoulder, towards the cargohold.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora's eyes look up from her datapad long enough to see Mantis across the way with that game board that had been Peter's. She watches the woman toy with it for a moment, but when things start to go down her attention sweeps away. She can hear Rocket's declaration of the and this causes her to react. The hammock she's lounging in opens itself up and turns into a small slide that deposits Gamora down onto her booted feet, she twirls her knife around once and then slips it right into the holster on the front of her belt.

As she arrives at where Rocket had indicated, she's sliding her black leather jacket on up over her otherwise bare green arms, until it settles over her shoulders and against her torso. "What are you talking about now?" Gamora asks the Raccoon with no small amount of vitriol lacing her voice's tone. She sweeps her eyes over to see where, or at whom, he's addressing.

Mantis has posed:
Mantis continues to explore the wonders of the apparatus she's discovered. More of the discs, in both red, and black, are added to the device. At one point Mantis decides she made a mistake and pushes one of them back up to the top, using the holes on either side and not sure how else to get them back out. She adjusts the plastic disc into another slot.

Soon she has finished filling all of the holes. She sits back and gazes at the result. "I did not know Peter Quill had such a creative side. This device for creating artwork is a wonderful thing!" Mantis says, voice soft, but excited.

She looks up as the call to action comes. The Connect Four is put back into the box which is left out on the table and she rises to follow Gamora over to the path up to the cockpit, though sees Rocket coming down instead. "I can call Drax," she offers, looking towards the communications array with a bit of excitement at the thought of being allowed on it again. Especially after last time.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Yondu's eyes roll at the sound of Peter's primal war cry echoing around the ship. "Damn I'm glad he don't do that on the ship no more," the mercenary leader mutters.

The /Sul Vida/ blasts over the last few thousand yards, abandoning any final attempts at discretion in favor of a speedy attack. Yondu makes just one pass over the /Milano/. Engines cold, ship parked-- it's not taking off in any hurry. Just to drive the point home he soars bare meters over the /Milano's/ upper hull, twists the /Sul Vida/ deftly in midair, and settles to the ground with blaster cannons visibly armed and aimed at the sleek fighter.

"/Sul Vida/ to /Milano/," Yondu hails over the open frequency. "Hate t' do this to yah, lil' rodent feller, but Quill's keen to have his ship back an' I aint' thinkin' you dealt straight with me." He ends the message and sits back in his seat with arms folded across his chest. Yondu's jaw works back and forth in stern contemplation of the /Milano's/ rear access ramp as if going over events in his head and finding some things don't quite add up.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Beep beep... Comms? Rocket glances back over his shoulder, through the open hatch at the Sul Vida staring at them with big cannons all pointed dangerously in their direction. Beep Beep... "Hold on, hold on, I'm comin' back.. keep yer pants on, jeez.." The neutron rifle is lent up against the co-pilot seat, climbing back into the abandoned bucket to chicken hawk pick at keys to bring the comms system up.

BEEP BEEP..

Message

"Oh, hey Yondu." Super casual. "You here for the payroll too?" She didn't hear the other parts. Only the signature of who the ship belongs to, maybe a little bit about straight with me, "Huh? I didn't tell you about the pay roll.. I mean if yer contact is tellin' you nonsense, that's not on me.. you should talk to them.."

Over his shoulder, "Stand down, it's just Yondu. I think he wants us to throw stuff at Quill, I don't know exactly, I missed half the message."

Gamora has posed:
The raccoon is followed.

Gamora crosses her arms over her stomach and stares at the display of Yondu as he speaks to Rocket. Rocket then speaks back to 'them' and she glares at Rocket.

"Throw things at him?" She asks, looking down her nose at the junky rodent. "Fine."

Gamora's hand snaps out she makes to grab Rocket by his throat. "Lets start with you." She has a very strong grip, and if its able to wrap around the Raccoon's throat, she'll proceed to attempt to drag him toward the Milano's exit.

Apparently she's tired of being 'background' in all of this.

Mantis has posed:
The communications consoles that in the Milano shows Yondu, and in the Sul Vida shows a raccoon possibly being choked, suddenly fuzz over and both sets of images are replaced by Mantis's face.

"Drax. I think Peter Quill is back. We are all going to throw things at him," she says, her expression showing excitement at the prospect of this. She isn't actually sending this out anywhere else in the galaxy, just she's cut into the communications between the two ships apparently.

"I will see if there is anything in the galley that you would like to throw. You should return to the ship quickly!" Mantis says. "Milano out." She can be seen pressing a button. Her image remains. She presses another button. Still there. She presses still another button and finally the consoles return to their previous camera views.

Star-Lord has posed:
    "ROCKET!" Demands the red eyed, silver faced robot with, blonde hair and ... pink skin in a red coat just below the front of the Sul Vida. "G-Gamora..." Peter says in a more longing remorseful voice as the mask fades from his face as it disolves to rest in the container above his ear.

    He doesn't move closer yet, but he does start to shiver in the freezing wind of the icy planet and he keeps his weapons in his hands down at his sides. "W-what's going on?!"

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket is... strangled! There he was thinking everything was going perfectly according to /a/ plan, which may not be /his/ plan or a particularly /good/ plan and then, BANG, throat grab! Struggling, hands up around Gamora's powerful wrist as he's lifted up into struggling wiggling struggles.

He may be scared, he probably is, this was not part of /A/ plan, his, or a good one, and it shows in his eyes now!

SUDDEN but inevitable betrayal is becoming pretty common place on this boat!

"Grahmugh, wghhhh?"

Gamora has posed:
Sudden but inevitable betrayal should be written on one of the Milano's wings.

Gamora walks along through the interior of the ship, past where Mantis is and past where any of the others might be.

From the exterior the boarding ramp is lowered and there she is, standing in the mouth of the ship's interior with Rocket squirming, flailing, "Grahmugh'ing... and soon-there-after he's sent flying...

Its a curious sight. To see a talking Raccoon now tumbling through the air, like he was trying to do cartwheels but there was no earth directly beneath either hand nor feet... Gamora had propelled him out of the ship, right at Quill.

<insert slow but poignant song here.>

And then the Raccoon will land on the ground right at Quill's feet, its almost like Gamora could've been a pro Quarterback some NFL team, if she had any idea what any of that was.

"Figure out your pangpa!" Gamora shouts out of the ship at the two of them, then turns to walk back inside of it.

Mantis has posed:
Mantis turns back from the communications array in the cargo hold as Gamora drags Rocket through. "I have contacted Drax," Mantis tells them excitedly, and not seeming put out when they go right past her without stopping. "You are anxious to see Peter too, I can sense it," she says, picking up on emotions from where she is. "I will go and prepare."

Mantis heads off into the galley. Were anyone nearby and paying attention, they might hear the sounds of cabinets and containers opening and closing.

Star-Lord has posed:
    Peter's mask reforms across his face as he watches the raccoon soar through the air and both pistols get leveled up and then pointed down at the heap of fur at his feet and the charging sound of his guns tries to draw Rocket into the moment. "Give me the box Rocket. I can see the shape of it in your suit."

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Ain't here for my health, rodent!" Yondu chimes in over the ship-to-ship subwave. "Im jes here to git paid. Don't rightly care if it's you or Quill in that hot seat, long as I git my money." His finger lifts from the broadcast button and Yondu sags back in his seat again. The Captain digs something crystalline and pink out of a thin palm-sized box, and sniffs a pinch thereof from his fingertips. Yondu's eyes water momentarily, he sniffles twice, and the snuff box is set on his console next to a pair of Troll dolls and some plastic dinosaur toys.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Flying SQUIRRELS not flying RACCOONS...

It's like people don't watch Nature Planet.. The fek is wrong with you people?

Rocket hits the dirt and rolls a few times until he's laying on his back facing Quill and his pair of blaster pistols all pointed down at him.. Both clawed hands come up, "Heey, hold on.. is that any way to treat an old friend? Seriously, not even a how ya doin'? I'm /fine/ by the way.. got choked out by the green /WHORE/..." Side mouth shouting at the figure absconding into the ship...

GLARE GLARE..

Eyes on Quill.. "Yeah, buddy, here lemme jus'.." Pat pat.. "I.. hold on.." Pat pat.. "Hah.. okay so.. listen, here's the thing.. you know how I said 'hahaha I don't got the box' and turned you over to Yondu so I could take your ship? That was fun, right? I mean, come on, I reunited .. I can see you're not in a jokin' mood."

Pregnant pause.

"I really don't got it this time..." Hands up, "DONT SHOOT ME WHILE I'M ON MY BACK!" WAVING his hands to fend off the inevitable, because it's all the rage this season, blaster in the gut.

Mantis has posed:
As most beings in the galaxy not from primitive blue backwater worlds can tell you, yaro root is tasty. Despite the greatly differing sets of taste buds, sensing tendrils, chemical ingestion glands, and other biological means that the galaxy's residents use to taste their food, most sentient species agree that yaro root is tasty.

The second thing that most of the beings in the galaxy can tell you about yaro root is that it's no good when it's not ripe yet. Unfortunately, the time span where it stays ripe is a short thing. No more than a week. And when it loses that ripeness, it looses it rapidly. Becoming a big, sploshy, smelly mass just waiting to burst apart.

This is important to know, because Mantis has finally rejoined the team. Joining in the throwing of things at Peter Quill that was heralded, by launching a terribly overripe yaro root at his head.

Star-Lord has posed:
    Guns on Earth have many many flaws compared to the guns we use out here in space, but one thing does remain common, the decibels. Peter aims one gun to the side of Rocket and lets a single plasma bolt into the snow next to Rocket's head. "Give up the locker Rock-"

    SPLAT

    Peter rolls with the hit, taking a step back and lifting up a gun holding hand to his head/face and smearing the goop. "GROSS!" Peter complains before disolving his mask again and dry heaving once in Rocket's direction before a second heave produces the worst kind of results.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Don't, no, don't you vomi-" He vomited... Rocket is so grossed out, so very aghast.. absolutely agag... Which he does.. A gag... heaving off to the side, retching violently until he too is spraying vomitus all over Quill's boots like someone fed them ipecac.. "Oh god, it smells so bad..." HURRL... Spray really... like a vomit fountain. "What did you even ea-" GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

"I hate you so much, QUill.. God, you're absolu-" BLLLLLLLLLLLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Mantis has posed:
Mantis's inexpert throw, with the awkward little one-footed hop, hits right where she was aiming. She lifts both of her hands in victory and turns to Gamora who stands beside her on the exit ramp, a beaming smile on her face. "This is so fuuun!" she says, having the best day that she's had in a very long time. She doesn't even notice the expression on Gamora's face. Just smiles as she watches her friends getting along. Vomiting in unison.

Oh and there's Yondu. She waves. Hi Yondu.