628/Get Him to the Galadorian

Get Him to the Galadorian
Date of Scene:	26 May 2017
Location:	Space
Synopsis:	Zardu Hasselfrau is Missing and Due At A Show. The Guardians must fix this. Yondu ... is not helping.
Cast of Characters:	Yondu Udonta, Rocket Raccoon, StarDrake, Viridian, Indigo, Star-Lord, 223

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Yondu Udonta has posed:
Location: THE MILANO

On the communications screen, a pair of twin lackeys for The Trader can be seen, speaking and moving in sync with one another.

"It would be in everyone's best interests to ensure that Zardu Hasselfrau makes it to his this evening. His...inclinations for hedonistic diversion are entertaining and keep his name in the tabloids, but they do little to guarantee revenue," the lackeys say.

"You can find Mister Hasselfrau at the Purple Pulsar, a gambling establishment at the base of the Horsehead Nebula, where he has been staying in a comped suite for the last several days."

Location: THE PURPLE PULSAR

"Oh my GODS, it's ZARDU HASSELFRAU!" a veritable gaggle of middle-aged alien women shriek, fawning over a figure lying across a space-blackjack table, spilled glasses of various alcholic beverages all around him. The dealer at the table merely shrugs.

Location: A RAVAGER VESSEL

"Here's the deal, boys," the snarling Ravager captain says. "We got us a live one. Zardu-frackin'-Hasselfrau /himself/ is supposed to play the Galadorian tonight. We get him first and keep him from playing, and we got the sweetest of pay days ahead of us."

His crew cackles and cheers uproariously.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Way down yonder where the dolphins play...
Where you dive and splash all day...
Waves roll in and the waaaaves roll out...
See the water squirtin' outta your..."

"GAAAAAH! I can't take this krutacking flark anymore!"

As the sounds of 'Baby Beluga' fill the cockpit of the Milano for the four hundred and fifteenth time, Rocket finally begins to have the long overdue meltdown that we were all expecting, and have been secretly waiting for.

"What the flarg is a Buhlooba anyway!? Why did it's mother let it play in the ocean? That's.... that's... BAD PARENTING!"

With his paws balled up into tiny fists, Rocket seems to be alternating between punching himself in the head, and trying to shove his fists inside his ears to make the noise stop.

"QUILL! I swear to on my favorite plasma cannon that if you play this song one more time, I'm gonna throw you, Groot, and your stupid sound system out of the airlock!"

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Sitting behind Rocket in a chair with a blank expression on his face, the Grootling hums along to the sweet sweet Raffi tunes. Only when Rocket's ranting reaches its crescendo does he finally look up, and in a puzzled voice say...

"I am Groot?"

StarDrake has posed:
In the cabin, a small drone watches The Trader, while in the Lower Deck (Cargo Hold etc) Mikh Drakos connects his more humanoid chassis into his battle armor. He has the drone project his holographic image. This is because, like certain giant green Destroyers, the battle armor doesn't fit on the bridge.

"A Beluga is a kind of sea-bound Acanti, Rocket. Smaller and less likely to be full of Brood," the hologram says. "They're really good mothers."

Viridian has posed:
"It isn't Peter playing it!" Viridian callls quietly. She's been sitting in on a floor in a pastel blue skirt and pale pink blouse, her toenails painted a rather bright shade of green, screwdriver in hand, roomba-bot opened up in front of her. One of the other roombas is zipping about, merrily cleaning up everything. Viri's hair is yellow today and her exoskeleton frame is sitting beside her, inactive.

Near Rocket, an obloid pink creature with a top fin and long, flipper-shaped tail is floating about. It lets out a clack. It is, indeed, a pink dolphin, which is a natural colour. Swimming through the air and instead of the sea is a new affectation. "It was Max! He likes this song. Take it up with him." Blue dolphin eyes stare at Rocket intently. The dolphin starts floating away now.


I can't fight this feeling any more...
Forgotten what I started fighting for.
It's time to bring this hsip into the shore
And throw away the oars forever...

Indigo has posed:
    Indigo can already sense Viridian rushing to explain what a beluga whale is, so she keeps her mouth shut. She just squats down beside Groot and smiles at him, humming along (the effect is weirdly hypnotic, since the electronic hum that underlies all her vocalizations comes through with her own humming). She doesn't know if flora colossi like being talked to, but most plants do, and she adores the little fella. She wants him to have all the love her can get.

Star-Lord has posed:
Location: The Milano

"Aw, come on, Rocket. This is real music, man. You can't tell me you don't love this. Groot loves this. Drax loves this. Everybody loves this!" Peter sounds exactly like he's just saying it to get on Rocket's nerves at this point. Which is why he's laughing when he gets a ping on one of his screens. Peter watches The Trader's feed with a watchful eye. When it finishes, Peter's back to his family business.

"Alright, A-Holes. Listen up. We got a ton of units coming our way if we can pull off the escort of a lifetime." Peter's sitting at the helm of his ship and speaking through the communications to get everyone that's on board on the same page. It's all about them being on the same page.

It's unclear if he's flying right now because he barely looks like he's paying attention to the controls but he's certainly in the cockpit and doing something. The message from The Trader is all over the holo-screen next to him.

"We gotta' get to the Purple Pulsar and snatch up none other than Zardu Hasselfrau." Peter even grins a little bit to himself. There's a hint of fanboyishness in his tone as well. "We get him to the Galadorian? Units galore. Any objections to making a little extra cash?"

Peter Quill may be the leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy but at least its democratic-ish.

Ryand'r (223) has posed:
The Tamaranean prince comes into the cabin with an urgent look, his energy staff in his hand. He assesses the situation for a second and then visibly relaxes.

"Peter Quill, I would not be so hasty to speak of the universal loveability of this..." and there goes the clarinet solo, and the young man crinkles forehead. He only knows it is a clarinet because he could ask, so that the thing of his nightmares could have. "Song."

And the screaming that brought him here with that concerned look. Ah yes, that. "Rocket is harming himself" he observes, trying to be helpful, before listening to the debrief.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Location: THE PURPLE PULSAR

This casino's possibly the most hopping spot this side of the Horsehead Nebula.

Frankly, there's not really /that/ much on this side...which means that all manner of xeno-bumpkin hits this place up, tourist-trap style.

Zardu Hasselfrau's holo-image is displayed in a four-storey-high visualization, announcing his three-shows-a-night schedule (save, of course, tonight's special gig at the Galadorian).

The worst part? The nights make up 3/4 of the orbit here--there's almost no down-time!

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When the Guardians make it to the Pulsar, crowds are pouring out of the casino entrance, screaming, shrieking, yelling, and caterwauling.

"They're trying to kill him! They'll kill us all!"
"He's being kidnapped!"
"He's been murdered!"
"I got his underwear!"

On the other side of the casino, a Ravager ship has been parked. Four poster children from a 'wretched hive of scum and villainy' stand guard, and it looks like they've noticed the arrival of the Milano.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Grenades. Ion scattergun. Humanoid prod... Okay. Looks like I'm ready to krork out with my schplork out."

As he walks down the exit ramp, Rocket checks the battery pack on his ion scattergun one last time and cycles through a functions check. It's been a while since he's used this slightly outdated piece of murdercraft on a mission, but eventually he always gets nostalgic. After all, this is the gun he killed his 100th Kree with...

"Remember Guardians, we ain't getting paid extra to avoid civilian casualties. So none of this 'Check your fire, Rocket!' nonsense again!"

Rushing forward, his scattergun at the ready, Rocket suddenly looks over his shoulder in Star-Lord's general direction.

"We're NOT getting paid extra to avoid civilian casualties, are we?"

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Now that Rocket has left the ship, the Flora Colossus formerly known as Fully-Grown Groot finally has his chance. He reaches up the kitchen counter with his long, vinelike arms, and grabs the last jar of Every-Flavor Space Beans.

The jar spills to the floor with a crash, and Sapling Groot runs screaming to his room.

"I am Groot!"

StarDrake has posed:
"I dunno about Peter but I'm not going to buy you back from any of these casinos if you murder one of their customers. Shoot to maim, it hurts longer," the hulking armor says. The Ravager Mobile Units of Scum and Villainy are easy to distinguish from the customers. Because the customers aren't wearing floral-print tee-shirts or festive Purple Pulsar souvenir gunny-sack suits (having been cleaned out by the casino, of course.)

"Speaking of maim, targeting lock on the Reprobate Cth'illian by the potted ficus. No, not the drunk alien, the fig tree in the planter."

An armored hand points at the Reprobate and a small seeker drone flies in his direction, not terribly fast, but rather stealthy. It wants to disarm the fellow. That might include the ones growing from what passes for shoulders.

Viridian has posed:
"I mean, not having a bounty is almost like getting paid for not having civilian casualties, right?" Viridian is talking into her comm as Max the pink dolphin assists her in climbing into her exoskeletal frame. It odesn't take long for the fairly diminutive more or less huamn girl to get settled, her hair shifting to a shade of neon pink that is striking alongside her paler clothes.

"I'll be out in just a sec- Groot? Groot, stop it! You need to clean that up!" Sighing, Viri does the only sensible thing. She stops and picks up the can from the floor in front of her and sets it on the counter. "That's the end of the beans then..." She doesn't bother broadcasting this.

"I've loaded Max up with riot rounds. None of the anti-vehicle stuff," Viridian calls out as she checks her pistol over carefully. "Let's get going!"

Because they're dolphins, dolphins in space!
Swimming around, defending the porpoise race.
Sharp as a tack-

"Max! We're not in space." The speakers stop with a wimper.

Star-Lord has posed:
"No, we're not gettin' paid for that. And we don't need to be killin'. This doesn't have to be a deathfest. We can just go in, grab him and get him to the Galadorian. Like anything could actually go wrong with one of my plans."

Star-Lord doesn't seem to be more armed than usual. He's focused on making sure that their slow motion walk down the ramp and towards the casino is as epic as it can be. "Shouldn't be too hard to find him. Follow the screaming women. The ones that don't lead to me."

Peter's got one of those stupid grins on his face like he's been watching old holos of Star Trek or something. Even while he's trying to pay close attention to everything that his crew is saying. "If we have to make some noise, we'll make some noise. But until then... let's all be the opposite of Rocket. Quiet. And harmless."

That's about when Star-Lord notices the Ravager Ship and frowns.

"... get ready to make some noise."

Indigo has posed:
    Indigo looks delighted, even as her left arm begins to morph into its cannon configuration, the skin there darkening toward violet as it expands and <grows/builds> the necessary vents and apertures. "Yes you are!" she cries after the strategically retreating Groot in high-pitched, baby-talking agreement, her face split in a big grin. He's so adorable. But, as the screams begin to echo out from the casino, she starts walking forward...but slowly, at first. Her legs and shoulders are reconfiguring themselves into flight mode, and that takes a couple of seconds, but it's worth it. The lift gets her out of the airlock first, and she gets to fly over the crowd instead of pushing through it to spot the Ravagers trying to kidnap the crooner. When she gets inside, she's immediately cheerful again, waving her remaining right hand and calling, "Hi, Ravagers! It's so good to see you again! Sorry we have to fight about this!" There's a deep, explosive throb from her cannon and a shockwave pulses out, blasting back three tightly-packed Ravagers in one blow; a noise that she raises her voice to call sincerely over the din of battle, "Good luck to you! You deserve a win!" she offers sincerely.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
On the casino floor, Zardu Hasselfrau is apparently engaged in a game of craps with a number of Ravagers--two or three, at least?--with a dozen more around, watching the goings-on enthusiastically. Two are on overwatch duties, and they begin firing their blaster rifles at whatever Guardians approach the doors first. *ZONK* *ZONK* *ZONK*

The Ravager guards outside, meanwhile, go flying through the air as Indigo fires at them. There's probably a Wilhelm scream in the mix. A pilot inside the craft, visible through the cockpit window, scrambles for a transmitter and appears to be shouting something into it.

The gambling Ravagers inside turn their attention to the new arrivals. Well, most do--one rolls the illuminated crystal dice and claps his hands. "Blerf-boxes, baby! Lemme see those units!"

His allies, meanwhile, begin to grumble about the Guardians.
"Always pickin' off the goods," one growls.
"They took our jobs!" whines another.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Almost immediately, Rocket begins laying down suppressive fire with the high-tech space equivalent of a shotgun. It's not 'technically' a suppressive fire weapon, but he manages to keep up a pretty impressive sustained rate of fire that forces a few of the Ravagers to dive for cover.

Unfortunately, there's plenty of cover to be found in the casino.

"SUPPRESSING FIRE!" Rocket himself has no cover to fire from behind, at least not at first. He's instead opted to use the large robot guy as cover, standing behind one of Mikh Drakos' legs. Which means that Drakos is going to have to deal with a whole bunch of ammunition that was SUPPOSED to be hitting Rocket.

StarDrake has posed:
The remaining front-door guard (Reprobate Cth'illian) sees the other Ravagers fly through the air involuntarily and without benefit of grav-pak or rocket belt, and with a glup, turns to run. At that moment, the slow-travelling bullet that Drakos fired a moment or so earlier threads its way through the panicking crowd and closes on the Ravager. There's a loud BANG! and a flurry of metal ribbons and the RC is in a full-body metal mummy-wrap, head still exposed. The fastener on the mummy-wrap extends a hologram head of a Lorgian Drake and it says, "So, what's your contract? Who's paying you?"

Meanwhile Drakos is striding inside, aware that there is a not-so-armored guy hiding behind him. And that means he has to put the wrap-inquisitor on Auto while he starts dealing with the incoming ordnance. Fortunately, most of it is in the form of vaporized or highly motivated metal. Some of it's lasers. Some of it's plasma. The metal gets close and starts spinning in orbit around the bot. Because shooting at a metallokinetic? That's just providing ammo. The lasers manage momentary scores on the outer hide and then the affected armor turns highly diffractive. The plasma, ouch. Fortunately it will take a bit longer.

"This is your only warning, guys. Lay down your guns or I start pulling out your piercings," Drakos says.

He wouldn't really do that would he?

Star-Lord has posed:
Star-Lord doesn't particularly want to get involved with all this violence but he's not going to let his Guardian Family get shot at and such. He's already grabbed those Element Guns and he's taken to firing off Ice in the direction of Ravagers that have decided to try and take them out. He's really not trying to do any killing and is more about freezing them in place. Not to mention its a casino and there may be innocents that end up in the way. For once, Peter Quill has thought ahead.

"Max! Get to Hasselfrau!" Star-Lord tosses a task at their resident Retrieval Dolphin while he lays down some cover fire as well. He's backing Rocket and Indigo up without even a second thought.

"Guys! We don't have to fight! We can settle this literally any other way!" He doesn't say it but its probably obvious he's thinking about the dancing option.

Viridian has posed:
Viridian joins the procession a little late, shepherding a pink dolphin along toward the casino. There is sauce from the eans on her bottom lip and her hair has shifted to an aqua blue as she stares at the fighting currently going down. The girl reaches out with the whir of servos to pat the dolphin on a flank.

A moment later an autocannon has deployed from the back of the pink dolphin, firing bolts of cerulean at any hapless ravager foolish enough to be out of cover. Cerulean: personnel suppression. It's equivalent of a taser machine gun, in other words. The dolphin lets out an affirming squeak when Peter shouts for him to get to Hasselfrau and shoots gracefully through the crowds.

It's even energy weapon ablative. What an aquatic mammal! Viridian has found cover and is currently shooting it out with a couple ravagers. She's not a bad shot but she'll probably be here awhile.

Likely unbeknownst to all a little roomba has wandered down off of the ship and is zipping through the crowds toward the ravager vessel. It hums as it goes, repulsorlift mimicking a children's song.

Indigo has posed:
    Indigo listens to Star-Lord's shout, and comes to a halt in mid-air, her cannon-arm pointed upward, away from any Ravagers. "I'd be okay with that," she agrees hopefully...but her right hand is extended in front of her, ready to project her shield. No need to be stupid about it. "Ravagers? How do you feel about a compromise?"

Yondu Udonta has posed:
The Ravager wrapped up like a mummy hacks, trying to breathe despite the tight restraints. "Are ... are you kidding? Isn't that 'Star-Lard' over there?" He coughs. "Yondu! Yondu Udonta! He--he's payin' us to watch after this Zardu Hasselfrau impersonator while he takes the real deal to the gig!"

Some of the nearby Ravagers laugh while trying to take pot-shots at the Guardians. "Yeah, you morons!" they chuckle to one another. Several of them are fragged into giblets by the flying dolphin-bot's back-mounted autocannon. "Okay, maybe a compromise ain't so bad!" one of the survivors shouts.

One of the Ravagers, though, looks confused. "Wait ... this ain't the real Hasselfrau?" He stares down at an autographed viz-pad. "Aww."

Zardu Hasselfrau, meanwhile, seems mostly oblivious to the violence taking place all around him.

"Wuzza?" he mumbles, hiccuping. "I'mma real deal. I'MMA REAL HAZZUFRO!" he adds, shouting. Hasselfrau stomps his feet and pouts. A moment later, he vomits all over the craps table.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"WHAT!?"

The suppressive fire stops as suddenly as it started, and Rocket ducks back behind Drakos' leg, keeping himself out of the line of fire.

"Please tell me that we didn't get duped by that krutacking Orloni-herder! Whose job was it to check this guy out before we came in here blasting?" Rocket looks around at the assembled Guardians, glaring accusingly at each of them in turn.

"I... accuse... " He raises his hand, extending one of his clawed fingers right in Star-Lord's direction.

"... QUILL!"

StarDrake has posed:
Mikh laughs. It's a horrible buzzing noise. He's not bothering to synth a very good laugh for this.

"Yondu told you guys that this one's an impersonator? OK, sure, but we have a contract to deliver this guy to a job, so you don't need to keep shooting, OK? So //back off.//"

A pulse of energy comes off the armored hulk (the scars from the lasers and the small holes from the plasma emitters are already self-repairing) and all the ravager weapons within 100 meters are suddenly OFF TRUE. Laser barrels bent, straight-rifled channels for slugs are curved, plasma emitters are out of alignment. Some of them badly, some of them just enough to spoil aim or prevent full discharge.

Rocket may feel the tingle. His weapons don't warp though. This time.

"Thank you!" the mummywrap drake says, and loosens enough to let the prisoner breathe but not to wriggle loose, just yet.

"Hsst, Rocket! That was really the Trader. I verified his security block on the channel," Mikh says. "... unless someone stole his commbox and hacked the security on it. But how likely is that?"

Viridian has posed:
As People are dropping underneath the fire from dolphin's cannon Viridian watches, blinking profusely. "Impersonator... Um. That's not good." Max apparently concurs as the cannon stops spitting bolts of blue light at their foes. It remains at the ready, however. Viri takes a deep breath and then slowly exhales, shaking her head as she does so.

"If Yondu is taking off with an impersonator then he can't have left too long ago, right? It's just like them to hire more than one person for the job." Viridian is swearing to herself in true Viridian fashion afterward. "Harlo-tron's lost knicker bolts..."

Ultimately the girl is looking up toward he sky, taking a deep breath. Her hair shifts to its title colour- Viridian. Blue-green, and she squints as she considers their surroundings.

Viri is scanning for transmissions about Hasselfrau. There's probably a lot of useless radio chatter to filter through, but it's worth a shot. If she finds something useful she'll relay it to the team.

The Little Roomba That Could continues toward the Ravager ship. It's... Doing something. Probably.

Indigo has posed:
    Indigo lowers herself slowly to the ground, checking beneath her for a place to land without hurting anyone by the blowback from her gravitic impulsors. Once down, she makes a show of letting her cannon shift back into its arm shape, the pneumatic microfibers of her skin splitting to allow the duranium skeleton inside to collapse back in on itself, weapons systems going offline to fingers can form and flesh can knit around her arm again. She keeps the arm up, though, as if in surrender, as she backs up toward Viridian.

Star-Lord has posed:
"What?"

Star-Lord stops firing the moment those words fall into his ears and he's not sure if he should believe them or not. "How do we know you're tellin' the truth? Y'know, besides what you're saying making exactly all the sense in the galaxy?" The question is asked but he's also keeping his weapons ready to shoot at any moment.

Peter takes the moment to kind of glance around at those Guardians of his. "Does anybody have a lie detector? We should probably verify this statement?" He's not exactly sure if they come with lie detectors built in or anything but he's definitely willing to retreat back to The Milano if these words are true.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
One of the Ravagers manages to find something akin to a white flag and tries to wave it over his head.

"Hey--uh--if this is your guy, then it ain't an impersonator. We're gettin' paid to watch an /impersonator/." He tosses his gun toward the totally-not-a-raccoon.

"I think we can all just walk on outta here, right? Let you have your man?" the ad-hoc diplomat asks.

"I want your units!" the lucky gambler protests. "I want your units /in my hands/ before we go!"

Hasselfrau wipes the barf from his chin and sighs. "What will it take to convince you all I'm the real Zardu Hasselfrau? I mean, I already gave away my underwear to an adoring fan." He tries to smile roguishly, but he still has a bit of sick hanging from his chin. Except for the vomit, that grin is pure Hasselfrau.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"I gotta simple way to get to the bottom of this..."

Dropping his ion scattergun on the ground, Rocket walks menacingly toward the man who may or may not be Zardu Hasselfrau and/or a Zardu Hasselfrau impersonator. Slowly, he pulls the Humanoid Prod from his utility pack and extends it to Maximum Shaft Length.

The Humanoid Prod crackles sinisterly as Rocket gets closer to Zardu, an evil smile on his face. The man starts to back away, suddenly realizing that he's in some serious trouble.

But his drunkeness has made him sluggish and slick with vomit. Rocket has caught him before the man really had a chance to run.

What exactly Rocket does with the Humanoid Prod is perhaps a bit too extreme for anyone to have to read. But he does it over and over, while shouting repeatedly.

"TELL THE TRUTH!"

ZAAAP!

"TELL THE TRUTH!"

ZAAAAAAP!

"TELL THE TRUTH, YOU PIECE OF SNOT!"

StarDrake has posed:
"The Cth'hillian believed what it said to be true," Drakos says casually, now looming near the gamblers like some sort of terrifying monolith, ignoring the incredible //Wrongness// of the things that Rocket is doing. "The contract said we were to pick up one Zardu Hasselfrau from here. It didn't say anything about real or fake. This man says he's Zardu Hasselfrau and voice-stress analysis plus pupil dilation pattern says he's not lying, or he's too drunk to understand the question. Good enough to qualify for our contact."

Or he's a shapeshifter who can control that stuff, but who can afford a Durlan or a Skrull to impersonalte someone like Zardu //(women fainting noises)// Hasselfrau?

*ping* *ping* "Mr. Alarm App says we need to get started so we can get to the Galadorian in time."

Indigo has posed:
    Indigo pads over to Rocket in her rubber boots and pats him on the shoulder. "Thank you for confirming his identity, Rocket," she says with a diplomatic smile down at him. She gently helps extract to prod from its...orifice...and scoops Hasselfrau's twitching, largely insensate form up off the ground. "I'm a big fan of your work," she confides in him, but the recent neurological damage seems to prevent him from appreciating the compliment.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Zardu Hasselfrau writhes on the ground for several moments, loosing his bowels and drooling.

Then, he lies still.

"Stop!" the Ravager with Zardu's autograph cries. "He's ... he's already dead." The Ravager sobs.

Then, Hasselfrau groans and looks up. "What ... is ... /wrong/ with you?" he asks of Rocket.

It's at this moment that Indigo picks him up, and he flops limply in her arms.


Location: NOT FAR FROM THE GALADORIAN

Yondu laughs heartily as he pats his guest on the back. "We're just about there now, brother, and we're gonna get you to that stage super-quick."

"But--" the guest begins.

"Now, now, a 'thank you' ain't necessary. Units'll be fine."

"Um..." the guest replies, staring at the floor in shock.

Viridian has posed:
"He isn't dead isn't he? We never got to see him in concert, Indi!" Viridian is piping up over the comms now, having returned to the ship with her dolphin in tow. She never actually made it too far out after all. "I'm going to get us warmed up for take off. You can take the helm whenever you guys're ready, Star Lord. Rocket." She whistles as she continues on.

Meanwhile, Roomba-Bot is daringly latching onto the hull of the Ravager vessel. It settles into place, another nodule on a ship cobbled together from spare parts on innumerable occasions.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
For a second, Rocket looks as if he's planning to put the Humanoid Prod back into his pack. But at the last second, he turns up his nose and apparently thinks better of it.

"Here ya go, doll. Something to remember the Hass by." He tosses the prod at one of the women who is still hiding behind cover. She catches it with both hands, and a surprised look on her face slowly spreads into a smile.

Picking up his trusty old Ion Scattergun, Rocket scampers toward the ship as fast as his short little legs will carry him. "Outta the way, Quill! This calls for Real Pilot!"

He runs up the boarding ramp, right past Baby Groot who is peeking around the frame of his door to see what all the commotion is about.

StarDrake has posed:
Mikh ensures that any OTHER weapons Rocket may have dropped, lift off the ground and follow along as they exit. The Guardians, after all, didn't cause any of the damage this time. Mostly it was the Ravagers. As they pass, he retrieves the mummy-wrap leaving the Reprobate Cth'hillian behind, uninjured. The ship starts to lift off the ground the instant everyone's aboard and the door begins to close, even if the system hasn't been unlocked.


Oops. Uh, dial that back a bit Mikh. This isn't YOUR ship.


"Sorry, Cap'n. Impatient," comes out of the comm. Mikh helps get The Hass into a travel couch, and may even put a bio-repair nano or two into the more Probe-ravaged parts of the fellow.

Indigo has posed:
    Hasselfrau is going to need time and some soothing ointments to heal. Indigo lays him down on the mess hall floor to apply them. The table would probably be more dignified, but there isn't enough disinfectant to ever get the crew to trust that table again if she did it there.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Location: OUTSIDE THE GALADORIAN

As Yondu's craft begins to land on the Xandarian colony where the Galadorian Theater is located, the blue-skinned Ravager patches a transmission through to the Milano.

"Hey there, you B-list sacks o' Gnarlflic cheese!" Yondu cackles and slaps his thigh.

"Looks like you missed out on this here sure-thing payday. I got me one o' the best damn entertainers in this here galaxy on deck and ready for his big show! Say hello to Mister Zardu Hasselfrau, everybody!"

Yondu repositions the camera to show his guest, a man with a head of curly black hair.

"I keep /telling/ you, my name's not Zardu Hasselfrau! It's David Hasselhoff!" the man shouts, clutching the sides of his head. "I just want to go home!"