13822/Brood Invasion: On Medical Leave

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Brood Invasion: On Medical Leave
Date of Scene: 18 September 2021
Location: Shi'ar Imperium
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Star-Lord, Starfire, Rocket Raccoon
Tinyplot: Brood Invasion


Star-Lord has posed:
The subspace transceiver that Peter had given to Kori had received a message from Peter a few days ago: "Raken 4 destroyed by Shi'ar to deal with Brood, I got hurt. I won't be making it to Earth for a couple weeks, sorry sweetheart."

The transmission had originated from Raken 1, at the Maydah Medical Center, room 216.

Starfire has posed:
Even in the H.M.S.S. Starfire, the trip from Earth to Shi'ar space wasn't fast. Or at least, it wasn't as fast as Kori would have liked. While some of the Titans might feel that the Princess had only been back for a brief time she was quick to announce she was headed to space on important business.

Sure enough, it wasn't too long before the orange-skinned woman was pushing her way into the medical center, her slim form likely leading to a little suprise from the first poor soul she pushes out of her way on her path.

Star-Lord has posed:
As Kori goes along, the staff of the hospital -Shi'ar or otherwise- step out of the way. That is until Kori gets to the turbolift hub and a pair of security guards in white armor walk up to her in a non-hostile manner. Then, they speak... and Kori can't understand the two Shi'ar. By their expressions, they seem friendly enough, at least.

Starfire has posed:
A comes from the Tamaranean woman as she's confronted by the guards, consideration crossing her face.

"I am looking for Peter Quill, the 'Star-Lord. He sent me a message from this place."

She'd try English first, at least until her impatience gets the better of her.

Star-Lord has posed:
The two guards blink at her, look at each other, then they both almost in sync press a button on their helmets. "Can you understand me?" One asks in english.

Universal translators? Seems so.

Starfire has posed:
Well, that was certainly smoother than simply kissing one of them, if only for the fact she didn't know enough of how the Shi'ar culture might react to such a gesture. Of course, ordinarily she might have done her homework but...well, these were exceptional circumstances.

A nod, she tries again, tilting her head to the side. "I am looking for a human who was injured, calls himself Star-Lord."

Star-Lord has posed:
"I know of that one." One of the guards tells her, "Second floor, room 216." The other guard waves a hand over one of the white wall plates, and a turbolift opens. "The elevators are equipped with translators too. Just ask one of the guards above for the room."

Starfire has posed:
"Take me there," Starfire calls, an order rather than a request. She was a princess after all. It would only be a few moments before she'd be knocking down the door.

Star-Lord has posed:
"... Ok." The guard says numbly. Not like he has anything better to do, right?

Going up the elevator, Kori is only in the elevator for about five seconds before the doors open.. The guard leads her to room 216 and gestures to it. "Right in there."

Inside is a hospital room. Sterile, white, and with no one inside but a medical gowned Peter laying on a bed, scanning through a handheld tablet as he listens to galactic news.

Looking up though, his green eyes drink in Kori before he warmly smiles, "Sweetheart! I didn't expect you here. I guess you were worried about me, huh?" Peter reaches out his free hand, offering a hug.

Starfire has posed:
"I did not expect to recieve news you were injured!" she proclaims, a shift of her form and a crossing of her arms at her chest as she moves into the room, guard immediately forgotten.

"What possessed you to venture into such combat...without inviting me to partake in it. I would have prefered to fight alongside you."

She steps forward now, head falling to oneside before she claimed that hug. "Next time, you should call..."

Star-Lord has posed:
"You said it yourself, you have things to do on Terra." Peter points out. After having a /building/ drop on him, if he were human, he'd be hospitalized for weeks. Instead, he looks almost healed up already, and sits up to pull Kori into an affectionate hug. "You're here now though. You saw the Brood on the far end of the system, right? The Guardians are helping the Shi'ar with them."

He pulls back and kisses Kori on the lips. "This is gonna be a war. Are you sure you want to stay off Terra for that?" A hand moves around and starts to gently pet her hair affectioniate, his eyes full of question, "It's only just starting."

Starfire has posed:
"I do," Kori nods, the kiss returned and her hand moving up to caress his cheek. "But the Brood are dangerous, their spread reaching Terra would be awful...and the Shi'ar could use better diplomatic relationship with...well, maybe I am more in need than they are. But I don't wish to lose you to a war I could have helped."

She leans in, pecking his cheek and smiling. "And besides, haven't you missed me?"

Star-Lord has posed:
As she speaks, Peter scoots over in the bed more than enough for Kori to lay with him, and he nods, "I have. I also have a duty to help at much as I can. As you said, the galaxy is at stake if the Brood get too much momentum." Peter confirms to her gravely. "I should be out of here within a couple days. How's my favorite Tamaranian girlfriend doing?"

Starfire has posed:
Onto the bed she climbs, a comfortable position and a lazy stretch out on the admittedly small space. "I am well, although I admit I had been 'taking it easy' after my most diplomatic trips. I had only just returned to the titans when I recieved your message...well, the message about you."

Star-Lord has posed:
His arm moves around and wraps around her shoulders and starts to caress the other side of her arm, "Well, I'm glad you're here. I have missed you. We both knew what we were getting into when we started this, but it's hard being away from you for weeks." Peter confides, before he sighs lightly and kisses the top of her head, "I'd love to get out of here and find a nice restaurant with you, if you like." Peter waggles his eyebrows suggestively as he leans back to look at her green eyes.

Starfire has posed:
"It can be stressful," Kori nods, leaning into the embrace and the kiss on her brow before exhaling, "but as you say, we knew what we were getting into." His offer makes her brow raise, the Tamaranian princess turning over onto her hip and then lazily resting her arms against his chest. "I could eat...if you're well enough to survive the trip. I'd hate for you to fall to pieces on me."

Star-Lord has posed:
"It doesn't look it babe, but I'm held down here by red tape and overcaution from Shi'ar doctors." Peter informs Kori, his free hand patting his abdomin, "they can't figure me out, just like all the rest. I'm half something-they've-never-seen-before." He grins at her as he brings both arms around her... and lifts her up with him as he stands up.

There's no wincing from him as he does it, at least. A quick peck on the lips, and he grins to her, "I know a place we can go."

Starfire has posed:
A little shrug, the orange-skinned woman is lifted upward with a laugh, her arms making to encircle his shoulders. Her brow pressed to his for a moment, waiting for herself to be set down before she steps back and offers a hand out towards the man. "Shall we?" she questions, gesturing to the door. "If you are uninjured, then good food will help you feel better."

Star-Lord has posed:
As he stands there, he doesn't appear to need any help, and in fact brings an arm around Kori's shoulders affectionately as he moves to leave the room, he leans in, a bit conspiratorilly, "If the food isn't decent, I know a planet a system over with sausage like you've never had... but I figure we can try this now." Peter tells her as they walk towards the elevators down, Peter without his overcoat for once.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
    *CHIME*

    It should really have been a *DING*, Rocket feels. An elevator doesn't feel right without a proper *DING* at the end. But hey, built by the Shi'ar, what could you expect?

    He's dressed in black tactical, clearly scavenged from old Shi'ar flightsuits, and right now the diminutive creature has his head firmly buried in a data pad of some description. So much so that he's not even aware of walking into someone as he leaves the elevator.

    Walking right into Koriand'r, in fact. "Out the way, I'm walkin' 'ere!"

Starfire has posed:
Bumping into Kori was...suprisingly more solid than one might expect. Sure she was tall, but the solid impact of the superhumanly sturdy woman has her blinking as something smacks against her leg. Her mouth opens to exclaim suprise, only to blink and look down at the angry furred thing giving her attitude.

"Perhaps you should be looking where you are walking then?" she speaks, bending down to look at Rocket, tilting her head to the side and then glancing back at Peter behind her. "It is much safer after all."

Star-Lord has posed:
Peter steps up around Kori then, looking to Rocket as he smirks down to him. "Rocket, This is Koriand'r, the girlfriend I told you about months ago." Peter glances to Kori, "Kori, this is Rocket, a member of the Guardians of the Galaxy. He flew in the first wave with the Milano in the 4 siege."

He grins to Rocket, "Told you she wasn't human."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
    For a creature that has to stand on tiptoes to look most people in the navel, Rocket is not one to be easily cowed. Quite the contrary, he seems to relish the challenge of taking on taller beings, and since most of the galaxy is taller than him, that's a whole lot of relish. "You want safe? 'cause I can show you frickin' safe..."

    *BLEEP!*

    Distracted, Rocket keeps one eye on Koriand'r as he changes something on the data pad, and looks up again. Right at Koriand'r. Right. At her.

    Huh....

    ... That's a /lot/ of units!

    "Yeah, you said it Quill." he agrees after a few moments, putting the data pad away in a pocket that shouldn't be nearly big enough for it. "Ain't human. Seen a few humans a little while back. I'm tellin' ya, they're all crazy. One of 'em charged me fifty local credit units an' clamped my shuttle."

Starfire has posed:
Certainly, Koriand'r had plenty of enemies (and one particular relation) that might consider posting an impressive bounty of the princess, but the comment from the small creature and the introduction from Quill earns an immediately friendly "Oh!" of recognition before she extends a hand outwards toward Rocket, an obnoxiously bright smile on her fair features.

"It is wonderful to meet another friend and warrior of the 'Guardians'," she greets, glancing back towards Peter again and then finally straightening up to her full height. "Will you be joining us for a meal? I came to retrieve Peter from this place now that he is feeling well."

Star-Lord has posed:
"Probably doesn't help I'm considered a reckless nutcase by most of the galaxy." Peter muses, pauses, then continues, "but at least I do it with style." His tone is almost sickening sweet as he leans over and kisses Kori on the cheek before he starts into the elevator, moving around Rocket in the process. "I'm flattered you came to check up on me, but I think I can handle the rest from the Milano."

He turns and looks down to Rocket, giving him a wink, "Unless you like the hospital food."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
    "Always good to meet a friend of Quill's." Rocket's paw is much, much smaller than Kory's hand, but that is a hearty shake nevertheless, as if he's making up for his size by sheer force of personality. Or possibly he's very much like one of those small breeds of dog, with all the energy and heart of a much larger canine condensed into a small package. He even smiles. Not a sight for the unwary.

    "Milano's as fixed as it's gonna get, Quill. Got her restocked an' everything, since we lost most of our supplies on Raken 4" to make room for more refugees. Rocket can be softhearted at times, but don't let him hear you say that out loud. "Got a bit of assistance from the flight mechanics of Razor flight, showed 'em a few tricks in return. For Shi'ar, they ain't half bad."

Starfire has posed:
Apparently happy enough and intending to ride along on the Milano, Kori listens to the pair talking as they move into the elevator, lazily leaning nearby and smiling lightly. She'd arrived concerned after all, so it was good to see the human (or half-human anyway) apparently well and interacting with his tiny furred friend.

Star-Lord has posed:
Coming out of the first floor elevator, a Shi'ar nurse is apparently irate with Peter for being out of bed... but he just tells her, "I have work to do, and I'm feeling fine." and he's already heading for the exit with the two. "We'll probably need to head into Skrull space for decent logistics pricing at this rate. Everything's going haywire with the frontline only two planets away, and I hear the Brood are opening a new front on the other side of the Imperium."

He glances to Rocket as he wraps an arm around Kori's shoulders once more, "We need to start looking into psionic disruption equipment, with their hivemind."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
    "Yeah, been thinkin' 'bout that..." Rocket begins as he trots along, keeping pace through long practice. His legs might be smaller, but he has more spring to his step. So out comes the data pad once more, angled for a moment so Peter and Kory can see it too. But just for a moment, as if to assure them he's not looking up local bounty prices on the both of them, honest.

    Well...

    The readout seems to be a collation of tactical date from Raken 4, as well as the latest scouting data from the outlying perimeter of the Raken system, cross-referenced with military data from the rest of Shi'ar space. Someone, it seems, has been busy. "Logistics is a nightmare, Raken ain't getting nothing from the rest of the Imperium 'cept for questions. Short of troops, ships, troopers an' common sense. Give a Shi'ar trooper an enemy to fight, an' they'll fight about as hard as anyone I've ever met, but their commanders... show 'em a fight, an' they'll rush to it."

    Brief. Pause.

    "So what if the Brood know that too, Quill?"

Starfire has posed:
Starfire's own experience with the Brood was pretty limited, only stories, her ships datafiles and what information she'd been shared with by Peter. But for all her friendliness and brightness, Kori -was- a warrior herself. Watching the datascreen as they walked she frowned, looking between the pair.

"You think they will bait the Shi'ar command into sending their people into an ambush? Outmaneuver them? Or target something unprotected?"

Star-Lord has posed:
"The Brood are many things, but they aren't stupid." Peter informs then, "They could have engineered their drones to be simple fodder like in those alien movies on Terra." Peter explains, "But the queens allow them to keep their intelligence. It only stands to reason they know what they're doing with this war."

Peter sighs as he heads outside, that arm around Kori's shoulders moving to a more comfortable position at the small of her back, "no one was expecting the Brood to push out of their space, and yet they hid this massive hive fleet nearby. I was thinking of taking the Milano out behind their lines and scouting for their staging ground once I can talk to their command about support."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
    "I like you." Rocket mentions as he points at Koriand'r while they're walking. "Smart an' dangerous, I can see why you like her so much, Quill." Then he scrolls to a different page, with rows and rows and rows upon rows of calculations. Graphs. Extrapolations... it's a morass of theory. "I'm sayin' they already did."

    As if to prove that, he scrolls on. More data, but mercifully more bar charts than raw figures. "By my count, the Imperium lost about a third of the local garrison force of the system. Brood? Dunno their strength, but every trooper our guys lose, they gain." A quick shrug. "'cept for the ones that got blown into atoms. But, grand scheme of things, weren't that many. Anyway... Next Brood attack, if they do it the same way, and our glorious allies respond the same way? We'll lose half of what's left."

    Then he finally comes to a stop, facing the two. "I'm saying, Quill, this system's already lost. If this keeps up, an' I think it will, we'll be defending the inner system with the Milano, a system defense boat, and a frickin' military band. This ain't typical Brood tactics, Quill."

    Deep breath. "An' that's just the local system. Total strategic picture? Lot worse."