2832/Log 2832

Log 2832
Date of Scene:	14 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Molly Millions, Star-Lord

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Molly Millions has posed:
It's... well, as busy as it was last time Peter stopped by. Molly's might be off the radar of anyone with a sense of self-preservation... or, taste, but that doesn't mean that it hasn't found its own level of scum and villainy in a city renown for such things. Tonight is no exception. The pit, however, is an even more intense focus of interest this time. No Badoon, but also no lean woman watching over it.

The reason for the latter is obvious fairly quickly. The other woman's got about a foot and a half on her and arms like a freight train. She's obviously already gotten a few good hits in on Molly given the blood thirsty noise of the crowd in attendance, but the lean woman's not exactly one to count out lightly.

The nails are off, and with Molly that generally means the blades are out, literally. The slender slivers of razor-sharp metal easy to miss bar the moments where they catch the light. This hasn't been a 'friendly' fight, there's nothing 'friendly' about the blood running down the gargantua's thigh, the rent in her side, or that one eye's a hot ruin. The heaviness of Molly's breathing suggests she's probably broken a few ribs and that right eyesocket definitely looks like a decent effort was made to cave in the side of her head and so far neither of them looks like they're willing to concede defeat. So far.

Star-Lord has posed:
    Peter Quill hip checks the door open as he steps from New York to Madripoor in a hearbeat. This time the space hero's got a pair of orange foam headphones on over his ears, half grooves, half struts across the bar, singing:

"If you wanna battle, you're in denial
Coming from Uranus to check my style
Go ahead; put my rhymes on trial
Cast you off into exile...

    His steps take him to the bar, and past the looks of a few of the patrons. He pulls off his headphones and asks the guy tending the bar, "Hey, is Molly around?" he asks. A thumb is jerked towards the pit and Peter follows where it leads. When he sees who's on the card, he elbows his way through the punters to the guy taking the bets, he thrusts a handful of tens, around twenty or so, at him. "All on your boss." he says.

Molly Millions has posed:
It's a good exchange, but in the end it comes down to how willing one is to kill. And while on most given days, Molly's okay with that, in the ring... not so much. There's a wet snap where a large foot snaps out and catches her leg, and that moment where Molly has to decide. Plenty of punters in the place probably miss it, the flare and twitch where those scalpel blades are almost buried in the larger womans stomach and dragged upwards with lethal intent. It more than merely crosses her mind, it possesses her in the way that she sets her leg back on the ground in defiance of the obvious injury and pain involved and draws herself in before the roar of the crowd finally seeps back into her and she lets the blades slide back into their housing's, raising a hand and sinking down.

"Alright." it's a hard wheeze, harder still when she has to up the volume to make herself heard,"You win. This time." she spits into the dirt of the ring,"...but only this time." clenching her hand is because, well, she's not immune to pain, everything hurts, but there's image to maintain, bad enough to lose in her own place, but at least she can try to maintain that she's possibly doubled her bone count in the last ten minutes.

Star-Lord has posed:
    Bet taken, he moves back through the crowd of punters to get some elevation, along the way, he snags a beer someone isn't paying attention to, lifts it, sees bits of food on the mouth and thinks better of it. He leaves the beer on another table and makes his way up to lean on the pillar and watch the fight. His expression, goes from smiling, to a thin line of interest, to a wince of pain by the end of the fight. If he caught what almost happened but didn't it's hard to say, but he does try to catch Molly's eye, and give her a little, 'what can you do?' shrug, then mime a drink.

Molly Millions has posed:
Of course there's celebrations, and fair enough, too. Molly's not bothered by it, drunk people spending more money to get more drunk, she still wins. Still, there's uncomfortable grinding in gaining her feet, and it takes a lot not to limp her way out of the ring... but here's where being part machine is an advantage. The nanites in her system already hastening to do their work where her eyes alight upon Peter with a brief upnod and a wry kind of smile.

"She's got a good right hook on her, I'll give her that." she rasps with a chin in the direction of the bar,"Had a friend drop that... thing we were discussing off yesterday." she elects to add, pressing a nailless hand over her thigh as if that will help stop the bones from grinding together.

Star-Lord has posed:
     Peter returns the upnod and the smile, then chats with some of the locals while waiting for Molly to get to him. "And a pretty good kick too," he says with a nod to her leg. "Since, I figure if I offer you a hand over to the bar I'm going to lose it, so, how about I just go get our drinks?" he offers with a smile. "We can talk about the thing and all of that."

Molly Millions has posed:
"You're about right. Tell the kid to grab the good stuff from under the bar. He should remember you." Molly doesn't deny the first, for all that she's smart enough to take advantage of the offer,"Give it fifteen, it will be fine. Besides... image to maintain." there's the wry quirk of her lips as she squares her shoulder, raising an acknowledging hand to one of the celebrants and carefully saunters towards a table. Doesn't hurt at all. She can walk it off, no really. The gun, like her nails, is currently not in evidence, but the kid will offer it over when he gets to the bar. Apparently permitted to grab the drinks comes with a side order of 'trusted to grab the gun, too'.

Star-Lord has posed:
    "Figured," Peter says about the image and then heads over to the bar to order the good stuff, chucking a thumb back at Molly if the kid has any questions about where the orders are coming from. Once the drinks are poured he leans against the bar and waits for Molly to join him, drink in hand.

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly makes her way over slowly to lean up against the bar, claiming the fletchette pistol and carefully sliding on the rig as she gives a low grunt and shifts to let things grind and settle,"Every once in a while it's... good to stay in practice. Or maybe I'm just... too violent for my own good." she offers as she collects her drink and elects to throw it back,"How's you go with your friend. The people offering the deal on the up or is it his friends trying to get us to hand them back their boss?" she asks, keeping her words vague enough to not tip off most at least.

Star-Lord has posed:
     "I know a lot of people with that last problem," Peter says smiling and sipping his drink. "Including my friend who found the deal. So, he's going to be super mad I snooped in his files to find the bounty notice. Good news, it came out before you guys dealt with the guy so it's not his people, the bad news is while I have a contact for our poster, it doesn't list any info and so we're still waiting on that," he takes a sip. "Everyone's paranoid in this business right? How about the other thing? Were you able to get it?" he asks.

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly holds out a hand, watching the way it slowly straightens itself with an acknowledging noise,"Tend to run in packs around here... those that aren't invulnerable to everything." there's a dry laugh from her as she nods for Bao to pour her another,"That's good, then. But that it needs further hunting tells me that there's worse people in the world that might want a piece of the action?" it's a guess, from her, but still. A whole galaxy worth of bad is still a new concept for her at least.

"Those that aren't don't generally live long, anyone would think people can't be trusted when money's involved. And yeh. Though I'll be going with it, just so we're clear. It's mine by rights of salvage, but I'm not so eager for round two on that guy to want to deny the cape's a chance to formulate a counter for it." there's that lopsided smile,"And all things considered, I don't trust you /that/ much."

Star-Lord has posed:
     Peter watches the hand snap back into place and flinches. "I know someone else with that violence problem who can do that," he remarks as his shoulders lower again. Speaking of galaxy worth of bad, he did wonder what Nebula was up to these days and hoped whatever it was, she was up to it far far away. "And, that's right, our guy was sort of a big deal, so a lot of bad people and not-so-people are going to want what we have, a way to confirm he's toast and to collect a whole heap of units behind it."

    He nods about the paranoia thing. "Sad state of the galaxy," he laments half-jokingly. "And you don't trust me?" he pretends to be shocked. "But we almost got arrested together. That's a bonding thing, right?"

Molly Millions has posed:
"Didn't used to be able to, but the health care is not so great here." Molly murmurs, slower in her sip of the fresh drink,"Fair enough. Good thing I didn't keep the thing here, then. That aspect I'm going to have to trust you on though, most of the aliens seem to have left their ships in their other pants or something." there's a slide of her eyes his way and a snort as she turns slowly to take a look over the bar.

"Sure. But fun and business are two entirely different things. I mean... on the upside I don't get almost arrested with just /anyone/... but on the other hand convincing someone to trust you with a pretty smile is the third oldest trick in the book."

Star-Lord has posed:
    "Yeah, space does health care better too," Peter admits sipping his drink as she sips hers. "And yeah, well as long as we keep the box a secret, I don't think we have too much to worry about, but if gets out," he whistles. "We're going to have a real fun time then."

    The other remarks have Peter setting down his drink to count on his fingers, "First off, it's a manly smile, and second, what's the first two? I thought that was number one."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Unfortunately I'm at least a little attached to the place. Though I suppose I can think about some... imports. If I start taking units as viable income, too. And yes, not that there's not a few people that know I /had/ it, but as far as most know it's... in the hands of much better targets than me." she'd be lying if she said that wasn't okay with her, but she does watch the bar right up until he says manly smile, sliding a look his way,"Oh, excuse me... you're right. However could I have made that mistake. Perfectly manly... in a pretty kind of way." there's a gesture made with her glass, only vaguely attempting to keep her smile to herself. It's a distraction while bits of her reset themselves. One helped along by a bottle she elects to take from the business side of the bar to wash down with her scotch,"Arrange to save their life or get a friend to introduce you, of course."

Star-Lord has posed:
     "Well, you know Centauri isn't that far from here. Mm, that reminds me, Nova Corps says that bounty we caught the other day was good, should get the units in a day or two. And they do petty good cybernetics," he says about imports. "And it'd be great to have a place here on Terra to spend some units, I keep having to swap them for gold or other stuff. Anyhow it's good to hear the box is well protected, even if it's by capes."

    Peter rolls his eyes. "It's just manly, not even a little pretty," he insists before he takes a moment to think her points over. "Yeah, that fits," he agrees before taking another sip of his drink. "Anyhow, can I at least have a glance at the coordinates? Our guy has one of those using codes and language from beyond the birth of time sort of feel to him and I want to make sure we can translate them to something that means something to the Milano."

Molly Millions has posed:
"True, but a little far to walk." Molly chuckles lowly,"I've got help in that department, but it's a process. Couple of decades worth of work's got to be unwound and redone without something deciding it's going to glitch out in the interim." there's a nod towards the bar itself,"You're always welcome here, though I suppose that the more... interstellar commerce the place attracts the more likely I'm going to wind up with someone on the doorstep asking about things. I'll work it out though." she doesn't correct him, regarding the boxes location, it's public, let people still think that the capes are watching it, saves them looking at her for it instead.

"If you say so. Pretty sure if I took a few photo's of you there's be a good number of women who'd say it was attractive... but sure."

There's that hoarse noise from her,"I had a couple of aliens give me a crash course on Apokaliptic so I could translate it from the English in the first place. The controller can theoretically open a portal big enough to take us right there when the time comes. Besides... what exactly would stop you from going to investigate it without me? Oops... we were just doing a dry run?"

Star-Lord has posed:
     "What's a few dozen light years?" Peter jokes at that. "Sorry, get used to thinking in terms of space ships." He nods along to the rest. "Well, if we get this job done fast enough, the box won't be a problem when St Molly's becomes the space's favourite watering hole on Earth."

     "I didn't say anything about -attractive-, just pretty," Peter counters. "

    "What? You really think we'd do something like that? But, I did forgot the box can actually get us there, so we're all good, no coordinates needed."

Molly Millions has posed:
"I know, I should be there three lifetimes from now." Molly drawls,"Admittedly, there's something different about flight without an atmosphere. Or... well, flight in an atmosphere, even. And if that happens... definitely going to need to reinforce the pit." she presses her fingertips to her ribs, laughing, much to her own chagrin.

"So you admit it's pretty, now, glad we're agreed. And if you did... there wouldn't be much I could do to come after you. And I know if the shoe was on the opposite foot... the temptation would be there. That's a lot no matter whether you're talking yuen, dollars, or units. I'd be disappointed if you hadn't at least thought of it."

Star-Lord has posed:
     "Yeah, there's really nothing like flying," Peter says lifting his drink to his lips. "Well, okay, maybe a couple things," he admits before taking a drink. "I can probably get you some force fields for it on the cheap. Nothing that's going to stop a plasma cannon, but the sort of thing we use to keep people from being sucked out the air lock. It'll keep your fights in the pit and you don't have to replace them like wood or metal."

     "Okay, fine, I admit it, I'm pretty damn pretty," Peter says looking over at Molly and grinning. "Feel better? I do." At the mention of him thinking about ripping her off, he rocks his head a bit, "Yeah, okay it might have crossed my mind, but if it helps, I would have felt -really- bad about it."

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly can't help the smile the crosses her lips,"It's all in the combination, isn't it?" there's a quiet grunt as she considers the pit,"Sure. Ask around at least. That way when the units come in I'll be able to take a look." she finally can take a proper breath and does so, electing to stretch her hands above her head until things creak and turning her attention down to the currently nailless fingers absently. Paying attention? Her? Most people might be fooled if not for the glint in those gold-green eyes,"See, clearly you need to visit Earth more often, get your face on a few covers. In the least it'd put a few dents in Thor's ego." she utters like she knows, pushing off so she can cross behind the bar so she can set them up some fresh drinks.

"I wouldn't have of." she's got no qualms in admitting,"Guess that makes you the better person." pause,"Okay, maybe a little bit at least. But, situation reversed... not that much. That amount of money can certainly find ways of soothing the conscience. And yet I'm still planning on letting the capes take credit for the lions share of Earth's cut. At least that way I don't have to worry about giving in the temptation to keep it."

Star-Lord has posed:
     Smiling and laughing Peter nods does his best to nod solemnly. "Combinations. Definitely," he agrees. He turns to watch her stretch and the smile doesn't dissapear. "Well, I was on some wanted posters? Does that count?" he asks her before he turns back to his drink and empties in time to be set up with seconds.

     "Yeah, it's hard to feel bad about things when you're sitting on a big pile of units," he says before he frowns a little at how that sounds, before chuckling. "Units," he shakes his head. "But yeah, I get where you're coming from, wouldn't let someone fly off into space with my key to that much money either."

Molly Millions has posed:
"That just means you're doing it wrong. Granted, there's a few people who would probably like to question me if they knew where to find me... but if I'm looking to redecorate... I'll get you to sign one." she pours another large glass for him and one for herself,"Units. Credits. At home they were new yuen. Here, dollars. But not just one kind of dollar... that would make things to easy. Madripoor, the United States... they all have their own kind of dollars." there's a shake of her head and a rueful smile as the bottle is capped and set aside again,"There's a certain amount of trust you end up having to give just by default. Trust that you're not going to dump me out of the airlock. That you've not stashed a telepath in here to rattle through my head in search of the information. Trust I wont that poster and see if that bounty is still good on you. But that's always that risk, yeh? Granted... sometimes you can't afford to be too picky. So... as far as I know he's a floating popsicle. The key will be how to keep him like that in transit. He has these..." she gestures towards her eyes,"beams... that are apparently smart enough to go around people after he's targetting. I'd hate to find out what they'd do to a ship."

Star-Lord has posed:
     He lifts the glass to her. "Happy to sign one any time. Always happy to meet a fan," he jokes and then says. "And yeah, maybe I am doing things a little recklessly if I'm featured on wanted posters, but I dunno, it's the way I was taught. With the Ravagers you were always cooler if you were notorious." He's probably given her the gist of the Ravagers by now. The group of space pirates that raised him.

    "Right, and whatever money is called, its the surest way to dissolve trust when the number gets high enough, I get you, but you'll see at the end of this, I'm not trying to play you," he assures her. The beams however earn a frown. "Yeah, especially if the ship is Milano. Got any footage or scans of those beams? I'd like to put my brain trust on coming up with something to counter them. As for keeping him cold," his frown deepens. "I'll have to work on that."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Well, I imagine that goes with the territory. Joe's were known for their reputations, too. Here... different. I mean... you get the extreme's, of course... the capes and their opposites, but I'm happy being off the radar." she gives a sip of her drink and a shake of her head,"Nah, or you'd still be trying to butter me up to get the numbers. I figure you're not a total asshole, you're just... reckless." the flash of a smile that accompanies it as much as the tone of her voice suggests that she means that in the vein he'd said it first.

"Sure. The left eye is wired. There's some news reports on it that I compiled while you were away but the footage isn't... fantastic. Automated drones. Anyone with an ounce of sense had already evacuated. Thor and... some blond girl smashed him with lightning and his hammer after a bunch of them had been tag-teaming him. But it's not a fight you want to pull unless you're immune to magic eye lasers. Stick him in a box of mirrors and maybe he can scorch himself." at least, that's her suggestion,"Bullet's, he's definitely immune to... your guns... don't know."

Star-Lord has posed:
"Exactly, reckless, which is totally better than being an asshole," Peter says laughing and having more of his drink before he settles in to do some thinking. "Can you make me a copy? Like I said, there's some smarter people than me who need to see this," he says. "And well the good news there is I don't use bullets, just well, whatever I want really," he says patting one of the guns on his hip. "But if this guy is as bad as you say, I don't even want to use these. One of my team was prepping a gamma sniper rifle when we thought we might have to fight him ourselves, that's the sort of thing I'm thinking about, what ever hits hardest from furthest. Just in case we make him mad."

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly nods in the direction of her suite,"What I've got will take five seconds. Burning a copy of my data will take a little longer because my hardware's not compatible with some of the local storage devices. The slices I've found that will fit aren't exactly designed for large transfers." the cost of being from another universe. Still,"Yeh. Getting too attached to a particular weapon tends to go badly, in my experience. Back home, fletchette's were good. Here... I want something with more stopping power than conventional weapons can supply me, usually."

There's a flicker of a smile, and turning away can't hide the perk at 'gamma sniper rifle' even if she's content to go play fetch on the stuff she's already burned at least,"He didn't even notice the shot I took at him. Just was well, really, but, yes... distance and stopping power are things I approve of."

Star-Lord has posed:
     "I get not wanting to get stuck to the same thing, I love my Element Guns, but when it calls for it, I use other stuff," he replies. When range and stopping power is mentioned he smirks. "I've got something fun for that," he says patting the side of his coat. He nods towards the door to the suite. "Go up and download some files and talk weapons?" he offers. The reaction to the sniper rifle isn't missed. "It's not mine or I'd bring it by for some weapons tests. Gamora, would kill me if it went missing, I'm not even joking," he says with a grin.

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly's eyes can't help but flick to his coat where he pats it, but she nods,"Sure." she agree's, twisting back to snag the bottle. The kid manning the thing has it in hand as far as she's concerned, so she's not concerned about walking off from it,"Unfortunately it's been busy lately or I'd say you should bring it by my friend's place in New York. Expert fabricator, though it likes to try and keep limited to conventional weaponry to decrease the risk of humanity destroying itself." she smirks, prowling upstairs.

Star-Lord has posed:
Peter follows Molly upstairs. "Hmm, this might qualify as one of those humanity destroying itself sort of things" he says about the guy in New York as he produces a cylinder the size of one of those mini pop cans, just smoother, and coloured a deep gun metal grey. He drops down on the edge of the bed letting Molly have the seat by the computer. "Molly Millions, meet the quantum grenade," he says. "For basic use, slide off the cover up top," he taps it but doesn't move it. "Press the button and throw, about five seconds later it'll release a bunch of quantum filaments that'll whip around and ginsu just about anything within about ten feet." He smiles then, "But the fun part is advanced mode." He reaches down and releases a catch at the bottom of the grenade and snatches a nickle sized tab before it hits the floor. "Now put this somewhere and press the button within a couple of miles, the grenade will just teleport to the tab. They say the quantum entanglement is good for about an hour after you pop the tab," he slots the tab back in. "But they get sort of wonky after about forty minutes. Anyhow, it's no gamma sniper rifle, but it's fun at parties," he says before holding it out to her.

Molly Millions has posed:
He had her attention at 'quantum filaments', by the time he's extended it to her, she'd be a damned liar to act like she wasn't probably contemplating just how much trouble she can cause with it. And the wicked smile that curls her lips betrays it as she reaches for it,"Presents are always nice." she murmurs, only belatedly offering,"Thank you." but, well, yes, she promised information. First is the disk, already prepped and labelled 'Ground Zero' that she offers in exchange, keeping the grenade in one hand as she fusses with the cabling. Monitors to... back of skull, and that expellation of air as her systems and those of the monitoring station handshake and do the electronic jive to connect her with its systems.

The left eye is closed to help her navigate, even though one of the formerly blank windows on the board sparks up to show the shuffle through menu's, date's. Don't ask about the one that shows an error, nothing important,"The memories are still organic but the electronic interface... helps. My work never required me to have the storage capacity to go courier."

Star-Lord has posed:
     "Just promise me not to blow up anyone who doesn't really deserve it," he says, teasing as he exchanges the grenade for the first disk which he tucks into his jacket pocket. Then as Molly begins plugging herself into her computer, he leans forward to watch. "So, what does that feel like?" he asks with half a grimace on his face. The errored file does get a response. "You say that, but you've got to know that guarantees I'm going to ask about it."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Anyone I blow up... really deserves it." Molly asserts, that's the date, there. Organic memories, it's not as crystal as electronic ones, the jump hard from 'I want to remember this day' to the sudden distinctive WOOMPH of a Boom Tube opening, the crazed dash in the direction of the noise. She keeps her eyes closed because it's easier to try and focus on without the additional distraction, hard enough to maintain a conversation as capes pour in from different directions and a conventional rifle is aimed and fired... for no effect. And a feed within a feed, a secondary drone providing data within data and overview of the battle lacking from her immediate perspective.

"Back home it was smooth, here... it's someone's spaghetti coded front end bolted on over the original code trying to translate my systems into something this thing can understand. They still use copper and fiber optics mostly for data and it's... staticy. Two dimensional. Ask about what... the error? That... drinking with Asgardians. Still can't piece together what fried the system."

Star-Lord has posed:
    Peter shuts up when he sees she's trying to concentrate, leaning back a bit now that he'd seen how the wires work. Though when she starts talking code and spaghetti he actually manages to follow. "Sounds like the computer version of how I wired my tape deck to the Milano," he says before breaking into a grin when the error is explained. "Man, my head must be like 90% error if that's what caused it."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Oh that's not... normal. I mean... I still remember what happened last time you came to visit." the grenade's carressed as she carefully sets it aside to collect her glass again,"Oldest system's aren't as... shock proof as they ought to be. Magnified by the fact it's wired into my nervous system and occasionally... well, they do call him the god of Thunder." pause,"And War. Though, he's kind of a shitty god of War." at least, in her opinion.

A roof, another shot. Admittedly Desaad had looked like he wasn't really doing anything, not interfering, not armed, maybe her definition of 'who deserves it' is potentially a little off, the overview perspective shifting as a black spider-shaped drone comes into her main vision and starts picking it's way down the wall over towards the fallen man.

"It's on the list of things to be replaced, but it's a whole 'nother level of trust to let someone pull apart your central nervous system and resplice it. Not exactly room for 'oops' on that one."

Star-Lord has posed:
     "Oh, sounds pretty normal for me," Peter says rubbing the side of his head. "And as for last time, well, I am a bit hazy on the details, but most of it's there. And I thought Thor just did thunder? No wonder he's a crappy war god, no PR."

     There is barely a second look spared for taking out Desad. He's riding with the big bad guy. Fair target as far as he's concerned.

     "Yeah, I hear that, didn't even like going to the dentist back when I was a kid and that was my teeth. Someone wants in my brain. They better be..." he draws a blank. "Yeah, so what I mean is I wouldn't trust anyone in my brain either."

Molly Millions has posed:
"The important bits, at least." Molly offers drily. The perspective for her is easy to hold, belly down on a roof, drone ratting through pockets. There it is, the controller, obvious in the non-human lettering upon it, the way the rifle is stowed in the main image before she scrambles down the side to meet up with Power Girl briefly before the airborne guy comes down and off she goes to find a place. Scrolling text, languages, inputs, there's no way it's all her, and parts are missing from the calculations made in organic portions of her brain, but the more important feed for the information is the one coming from the drone that watches the fight and over her while she's locked inside her head, witnessing the struggle of the dozen or so heroes to try and contain Darkseid while she works on figuring out the device.

"No, first time I met him was because someone told me it's not often that someone surprises a god. That War had bet on me losing a fight. Only problem was... different War." there's a low chuckle from her as she finally opens her eyes and blinks a few times. More alcohol, that'll help the feeling in her mouth.

"Surgery was... normal, for us. Didn't find many people over twenty who were virgins... most people would get a simstim suite installed, communications... SIN implant. Basic stuff. My first job paid for my rig."

Star-Lord has posed:
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     "Of course," Peter says as he starts leaning forward again to watch what's on the screen. He lacks the knowledge of the individual heroes involved to get the true measure of Darkseid's strength, but watching the dog pile on the guy, and how long the guy kept fighting, it tells him enough. "Yeah, I would have been so dead," he remarks. "When we found out this guy was on Earth, and the crew wasn't sure we could take him, I said I'd go myself. Good thing that didn't happen." Still the feeling like someone just walked over his grave lingers a moment, but then his eyes fall on his cup. "Mm, booze," he says as he take a swallow. "Seems like a lot to buy on a first job, gonna guess you weren't flipping burgers."

Molly Millions has posed:
"I was a meat puppet." it's flippant, nothing to her to say, there's no shame attached to it for her. She reaches up to detach the cord and tells it to burn the download to another disc before leaning back and kicking her feet up on the desk,"Needed it to afford the rest of the modifications I needed. Wasn't bad work, really." there's a but in there, but it's glossed over with the draining of her glass as she turns her head towards him,"Parademons... the... insect looking flying things... they'll take a bullet, killed plenty of them in the first couple of waves... but he was proceeded by a bunch of lunatic women with their own kind of abilities and a bunch of others that I was fortunate enough to miss. Some things... it's good to have the capes around for."

Star-Lord has posed:
    "Huh," Peter says. "If that's what I think it means, ouch." He says about the meat puppet gig. He lifts his glass, but before he drinks he says. "So, what happened?" he asks. The news about the Parademons he takes with a slight nod followed by a "And watch out for my dating pool, check," he adds glibly.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Not a bad gig, really, certain amount of trust to it... but we all make mistakes when we're young." she leans over to top off his glass, a spark moment of hesitation that portends bad things in the words she utters,"I was being hired out for the kind of parties that cause bodies. So I caused a few of my own." the flatness of it saying she's got no interest in providing further details than that, for all that she manages a tight kind of smile.

"If they could give my opponent a run for her money on the height field and come with a bunch of psychotic friends... give it a pass. But they might still be licking their wounds, too." screw the glass, she'll stick with the bottle instead,"If they've got knives that fly around on their own, extra so. That one cost me an arm... but I got to say I saved a guy that makes things out of green light? So I guess it washes in the end."

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     "Huh," Peter says again. He doesn't press about the bodies. He's been to Contraxia and other places like that he's heard and seen what goes on there. For the most part he just sort of stuck his headphones on and pretended like none of it happened. He was fine doing that today, just minus the headphones.

     He grins at the part about Darkseid's alien babes, "Woah, flying knife? Like in the Golden Child?" right like future girl's seen a subpar Eddie Murphy flick from the 80's. "Yeah, definitely going to give that pass, too many bits to get stabbed," he says crossing his legs a bit at the thought. "Green light, oh, a Lantern? Yeah, they're alright, but not huge fans of mine, sort of like the rest of the capes are with you."

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"Don't know the Golden Child." hell, for all she knows it's another hero she hasn't met yet, and she's really okay with that,"Two of them, actually, it was trying to hit me in the face so I had to decide whether I'd rather it hit my arm... or my head... I figured the arm was better." there's a wry curl to her tone there,"It's not something I recommend, but y'know... sometimes it comes down to do you want to die or are you willing to hurt like hell? And... yeh. Green Lantern... whatever they want to call them. Never actually spoke with them, but he was holding up the building, so I figured it would sort of suck to have it fall down? Maybe? But why don't they like you?"

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     Peter snorts waving the whole Golden Child thing off, "Don't worry about it," he says before imagining trying to deal with the psycho with the two flying knives. "Not the craziest thing I've ever heard of, but yeah, if I meet her I'm definitely going to pass." He drinks deep before going into the bit with the Lanterns. "Because I'm an outlaw and those guys are the Batmen of space?" he offers. "Don't know what the Lanterns get up to on Earth, but up there," he gestures vaguely skywards. "They're space cops, which is way less cooler than it sounds. Anyhow, I'm an outlaw, they're cops, it's an oil and water situation, but hey the Guardians saved their planet, so hopefully that smooths things out with them for a bit. Sort of like you and that cop the other night," he says with chuckle at the memory.

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"I am trying to rebuild a database of the local one's, at least. Always good to know who might become a pain in your side." Molly opines,"An... outlaw, huh? That's a new one. Didn't that term use to belong to the guys with all the feathers and arrows? Cowboys?" give it a few hundred years, easy to forget history... at least where she comes from,"See, I just don't... understand where people like that get the whole self-righteous thing. I can only assume that it comes with immortality and superpowers. The concept that you ought to go out of your way to try and tell other people how they're doing it wrong."

She takes a swig from the bottle and shakes her head, then laughs lowly,"Man, I almost wanted a cape right then just for the whole... twirl and vanish into the dark thing. That guy looked like I could have robbed him blind and he'd have just assumed I needed it for heroing. No wonder power's dangerous."

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     "Makes sense, we have something like that on the Milano, but most of ours aren't what you'd call local. And what? Feathers?" Peter says, the last while furrowing his brow. "Oh, you mean Indians, the cowboys were the ones with the big hats and the old six-shooters. But yeah, I'm like them, just I have a ship, no hat, and my guns hold more rounds." He shrugs about the heroes. "Me, I always figured they were just born with a stick up their ass. Knew kids like that growing up on Earth, met tons of them in space, powers or no, there's always someone who wants to tell you how to live."

    Yep. Time for more booze. "Right, we're so lucky Rocket wasn't with us, who knows what he would have asked the guy to hand over. Right haven't met him yet, he's a bit more klepto than I am, loves messing with people." He leaves out the Raccoon part, because well, that one takes awhile to explain. Instead he raises his glass. "To abusing celebrity?" he offers as a toast. "It's a good thing we don't get to do it often."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Are you sure?" Molly asks, of course he's sure, but she still furrows her brows, she's certain that it was the opposite way around in the simstim's she grew up on. But it's passed off with a gesture,"Really? Huh. That'd just get you dead in Nighttown. Try to tell a junkie that they're not allowed to have their derms and they'd cheerfully sell parts of you for their next hit. Corporations swept up anyone that wanted that kind of rigidity... was never my thing."

"Rocket?" Molly can't help but find that amusing, much like she finds Star-Lord amusing, she can't fathom where they come from, but granted from the glitter of her eyes she doesn't try terribly hard, either,"Good thing for me that I don't own anything worth taking. But indeed... to abusing celebrity." she raises the bottle instead of a glass,"Yeh, I told them to... y'know, not spread it around that I was there, in my case. Some of the clientele here would get all kinds of ancy if they thought I had taken up wearing capes in my spare time."

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    "Yep, 100% sure on that one," Peter says about the outlaws before moving on to darker subjects. "It'll get you dead in some parts of space too. The other parts, the shiny parts, it's pretty much like Earth, laws, rules, but with better tech. Then you get the real nuts, the guys like the Church of the Eternal Truth, they're all into worshiping whatever god of theirs and making sure you do too. They have the biggest sticks in the galaxy shoved up their asses."

     "Yeah, it's a pretty funny name," Peter says, with a smile before nodding about the cops. "I can imagine, nobody wants to hire a gal who's going to lock them up next week."

    Peter knocks back his drink in a single go, then looks over to Molly, smiling a little and stretching. "So, how much time left on that transfer?" he asks shifting over a bit on the end of the bed.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Churches are always insane." Molly opines,"We had the Church of the Re-Transfiguration. Utter lunatics. Almost as good as the Yakuza vat-boys, but... not quite." she twists to look at the monitor again and then leans over to pop out the DVD, tada, it's held up but set aside as he shifts over with a loft of her brow,"If we're going for round two... I vote for Genosha... the Imperator is probably too busy rebuilding to worry about losing a stretch of sand for a while." pause,"Unless you had another bead on someone that deserves to be locked up."

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    "Right? Never met one that wasn't," Peter agrees. "Though not sure what a vat-boy is," though that's a subject for another time. He gets to his feet and checks his watch, pressing a button and bringing up a tablet sized holographic display which he drags his finger through to manipulate. "Nothing out this end of space except for a couple on Titan, but we don't want to go there, those guys are all nuts and would probably make the knife lady look tame." He presses his watch again and the image vanishes. "So it looks like we're headed for Genosha," he declares with a grin.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Cloning." it's a dismissive acknowledgement, flick of her hand, does it need more explanation. She does elect to grab the discs to tuck into his jacket as she rises to her feet. Booze. Can't forget the bottle after all, that would be bad,"I know a good spot. Far enough from the new construction that most people don't know about it yet... most of the roof still intact... pool flows straight into the ocean. But well... we could always go pick a fight in Russia if you prefer... Russian's generally like a good fight." still, apparently Genosha means she feels comfortable enough leaving the fletchette pistol on her desk, how's that for level of trust? Or at least the comprehension that anyone liable to make the mistake of crossing Magneto is probably going to regret it in what remains of their life.

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     "Sounds good," Peter says as he ensures the disks are secure in his pocket. He considers the options. "Nah, Genosha sounds really good. About time this vacation back home was you know, vacation-y." He glances back down at his watch. "Besides, the night is young, we might get in a fight later anyhow," he adds with a shrug and a nod towards her pistol.

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"Vay-cay-tion..." Molly tries out, like it's a foreign word to her,"Suppose. I usually like to go there to get a little sun and solitutde. Never realized just how much appeal it had until I found a place that had it." there's a flick of her wrist and the extrusion of blades from the tips,"I'm never unarmed... and the person who makes the mistake of attacking Genosha... well, those parademons didn't do well there." she does grab a jacket, though, just in case,"I keep my shotgun at the place there anyways, usually. Just in case. But mostly the Imperator prefers I don't go shooting his people."

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     "Sounds strange doesn't it? But they're great," Peter says with a smile before stepping around her in the cramped suite to stand by the door. "I keep forgetting those are there," he says when the blades come out. "Just make sure they only come out when you want them to. Because, ouch." He grins and leans against the door. "I can't imagine why. Anyhow, we've got booze, weapons and time, we need anything else?"

Molly Millions has posed:
"If you say so. I tried this 'retirement' thing once... almost killed me." a couple of towels are snagged from a compartment before she nods for him to proceed her,"That's the idea. Both that they don't come out unless I want them to, and that people forget they're there. And nope... it's the third door on the right when we get downstairs. Shadow, Bao and Hua have an eye on this place. Food, maybe, but we can swing by Hong Kong if we feel like something like that. Or... y'know... downtown. After you, Star-Lord." hey look, she does remember how to say it, even if she does like to nettle him by saying it wrong.

Star-Lord has posed:
     Peter heads down the stairs but pauses halfway when she gets his name right. "About time," he murmurs and then heads on down the rest of the stairs.