7436/Knowhere to go

Knowhere to go
Date of Scene:	07 May 2019
Location:	Burnout Bar - Knowhere
Synopsis:	Rocket recruits a waitess from Knowhere
Cast of Characters:	Skygirl, Rocket Raccoon

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Skygirl has posed:
Janz has been to Knowere before. Normally she would not go back, she is searching for her home world and it makes no sense to search where she has already been. Not to mention it is not the right spectral type, being a G-class yellow star not a red dwarf.

So why is she here? She got caught in an ion storm and needed to limp to the nearest planet where she knows the repair facilities exist. Of course, there is the minor problem of PAYING for the repairs, it is not like Kormoan currency has any value when no one has heard of Kormo...

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket is here because of course Rocket is here. Occupying his least favorite wateringhole this side of the Nebula in relative peace due to the oversized blaster rifle leaning up against the table beside his seat with a frosted, mostly clean, glass sitting on the table directly infront of him. There's a datapad open as well so that he can periodically read over messages or news broadcasts or maybe just keep an eye on the bounty board. Linked to the eyepiece he's got down over his right eye so that he can keep an up to date inquiry of passers by on whether they have bounties and exactly how many units they're worth.

Skygirl has posed:
While it is not her forte, Janz is waiting tables. Most humanoids find her attractive, so she gets good tips from them. Not quite so well from others, She walks over to Rocket's table and inquires, "What would your order be, Takuni?" While the species are fairl similar, Takuni are a bit larger on the average than Halfworld Raccoons.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket is watching the waitress approach, but only long enough to see whether there's a bounty on her then he's forgotten she exists. Not out of being rude so much as being preocupied and nobody really pays that close attention to the servers until they need something, right? "What? Who the frak is Takuni?" His attention returned, now with his eyes squint behind the scanner lense. Both hands wrap around his frosty mug to double fist it up to his maw for a long drink.

Skygirl has posed:
Janz says, "You are not a Takuni? You greatly resemble one. They are a species of Arborial Canids my kind has encountered. I was hoping you were one, so I would finally have found someone from near my home." She sighs, it just could not be that easy, could it?

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"No, I am not one... I am a me, there aint no other thing like me, but me." Rocket says with a fangy like frown and one hand throttling the grip of his mug while watching Janz, "What is your kind, anyways? I aint never seen nobody like you before..." One clawed finger taps a button on the side of his scanner, giving her another oncing over to access database information on biometric scans.

Skygirl has posed:
"I am from Kormo...but where that is from here I have no idea. I ran into a fellow called Mon-al or something like that who said my species has some similarities to his own, though mine apparently gains less power from certain solar spectral exposure than the people of Daxam do," she states. Not that she is a weakling by most standards, but Daxamites are not most.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Oh." Rocket drinks a bit more from his glass and lets his hand fall down off the switches on his scanner to lay atop the table where they click along the nails, "Daxam I know, Kormo... maybe? I don't think so. How'd you get here if ya don't even know where here is from where ya came from? You aint tryin' to sell me property on some made up planet are ya? I aint interested in buyin no farmland, missy."

Skygirl has posed:
Janz says, "Let me take your order nd get back to you on my break, it is a longish tale." She is not getting paid to chat with customers beyond taking orders, so she needs to do that on her own time."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Another beer." Rocket taps a claw against the frosty glass with a quiet tinking, "I aint here all night." He grumps, but that's not entirely true. He has no place to be that he wants to actually go right now.

Skygirl has posed:
Janz returns with Rocket's drink (presumably that is on a tab) as he has not yet offered to pay. She will then say, "My species is new to space, within my lifetime our first FTL vessels flew out to explore the nearby stars. One of them returned with a disease that threatened to wipe out our people, but a cure was found in time. The problem is a small minority of us are allergic to the cure. I was one of those, the only other possible cure they knew wa to send those like me off to worlds like this, where the light would give uus the power to fight off the disease."
She continies, "Someone was, it seems, less than pleased with the thought that we might come back no longer effected by the disease, but still able to spread it. When I awakened from by slumber, I fund my navigation system had been wiped, I have no clue where Kormo is."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket goes right back to inspecting passersby for bounties while Janz is away fetching his refill and seems like he might not have expected her to come back when she finally does, "Oh, you were serious..." He manages, not quite motioning to a chair across the table as she's sitting down to tell her story. For what it's worth, he listens and doesn't say a word while she recounts the story in the abridged version, "So they kicked you off world and pretended like the navigation systems accidentally-" Even making finger quotes with his claws, "-malfunctioned? Typical. So, yer tryin' to find this place so you can infected as many of them as possible in some homicidal revenge plot because I'll totally help you.."

Skygirl has posed:
She shakes her head, "Oh, I have been cured, a lady from some place called Asgard did it, though I ave no idea how. I just, would prefer to go home. Things out here are a bit too violent, my species are pretty pacifistic. Even our criminals do not use lethal force..." He was kind of proving that point with his suggestion...

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket squints at Janz just so when she refuses his perfectly logical suggestion, "So yer tellin me you'd let those a-holes get away with bootin you into space scott free? No broken bones, no blown up capital buildings, not even a few refugees with the sniffles? Jus', sup guys, here's some oranges I picked up on the side of the road... do you like oranges?" He asks this off handed, "It's like the only thing I like on Terra... where was I? Oh yeah, so yer jus gonna forgive'em? Just like that? And you work here?" Motioning around at the notoriously underworldish Knowhere.

Skygirl has posed:
Janz shrugs, "You got to make a living somehow. I need to repair my ship, and while I can probably do it myself, the parts are not exactly free. As to the other, when I get home I will find out who sabotagued my craft and have them sent to jail. My father is a constable, he is certain to help with the investigation."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"You got me all excited for nothin'." Rocket flops backwards against the seat rest and shakes his head, one hand holding onto the new beer which he finally drinks on, leaving a mustache of foam. "Thought you might want someone of repute taggin' along to make your revenge plot more heroic, give it that official touch ya know? Not jus some penny novel crap, but the real deal.. but no, you wanna do things legally.." His hand drags palm flat against his mouth to clear off the foam, "Sounds borin' as hell."

Skygirl has posed:
Janz comments, "I guess we are a kind of boring species, by your standards. Even our space pirates use stun beams. Mind, they say it is because there is more profit in letting the prey live so you can rob hem again another day."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Yea got that right." Rocket sounds downright grumpy about it, "I mean how borin your species is, not about that other stuff on it being more profitable. Don't get me wrong, there's a time for bein all lowkey or polite or whatever, but we're talkin' grade a a-holes here." He flails a little, hands waving over his head, "They shot you into space an yer jus okay with it, that's not okay and that's why you're bustin' tables at a bar instead of bust ass savin' the galaxy." Motioning between them.

Skygirl has posed:
"I have helped out a few people here and there in my search, one does not have to be killing something to be a hero," Janz replies with a sniff of disdain for the idea.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"That aint what I'm sayin' an you know it." Rocket points an accusatory finger at Janz, "I'm sayin' you're lettin' your people treat ya a certain kind of way without reprecussions. There is always reprecrussions, it's called balance or... causifying effects or some crap that Gamora would say.." He guzzles some of his beer, "I'm sayin' ya owe it to yourself to at least kick someone in the shin because what they done to you was douchie."

Skygirl has posed:
"I plan to see them caught and punished...if I ever get home. Then, of course, they will probably have suffered morally for what they did. If it is exposed to my people, they will face reprecussions all their lives. Being a conficted antisocial is a severe fate..." Well, severe by the standards of Kormo anyway.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"So yer entire planet believes in parenting by timeout." Rocket's mouth hangs open so that anyone could see clear to his uvula, hand hanging loose on his beer-mug, and the other just dangling down at his side. "I have so many questions.. first, what kind of sedatives are they puttin' in yer drinks? Second, why are ya drinkin' the sedative drinks? Because that aint natural.. people are violent and self involved. That's why the good people are so easy to pick out of a crowd, cus they aint the norm."

Skygirl has posed:
Janz pouts, "It does seem our culture is unlike any other I have encountered. Possibly there is somethig different in the hormonal or limbic sysems of our species. I am not sure what."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"I don't know what any of that means, but if it means yer a bunch of punk asses, then ya hit the nail right on the head." Rocket finishes his beer in a few quick gulps and drags his hand across his mouth, "I mean, I guess yer alright, but yer not gonna punch someone in the face for tryin' to get ya lost in space for frakin ever, so.. nice, I'd prolly let ya babysit Groot, but I aint comin' to you if I need a revenge partner, that's fer sure."

Skygirl has posed:
Janz quirks a smile, "You would be surprised what I can do without hurting someone, but out of curiosity, what does bbysitting a 'Groot' pay?"

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Nothin', cus I dont need him babysit. It was a for instance situation, should the need ever arise." Rocket squints at Janz, "Yeah, nonlethal stuff is effective, but it aint fun. Besides, violence is violence. Yer jus sort of splittin hairs at some point."

Skygirl has posed:
"One must admit there is some truth to that, but the greatest fighters of our planet are the experts at turning an enemy's force back upon themselves. We wwho are trained know agression is self-defeating," she is not a master, but it is part of the philosophy of the martial art.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"That sounds like ideological bullcrap." Rocket affirms with a snort and a wave of his hand, "Self dellusionary loophole ideological bullcrap at that. If yer planet is all nonviolent, why ya gotta know how to nonviolently violent someone? I bet if we traced yer history far enough yer whole planet was a bunch of real choice a-holes who picked fights with each other like it was turbulance Tuesday."

Skygirl has posed:
Janz replies, "Well, in ancient history, there was a time when outsiders came and enslaved our people. The combat arts were created then to free ourselves from the conquorers. I would speculate they were a species from another world, tough it is hard to say given it is more a myth or legend than history."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Aint no species in history created a fightin' style that aint ever been about fightin'." Rocket reasons aloud, looking around for another waitress to wave over and motion at his empty beer. After a pause, he motions at Janz too indicating he'll get her something to drink as well. "Water, since I wouldn't want ya to get cross with nobody and punch them, even if I feel like it'd be hugely cathartic for ya."

Skygirl has posed:
It does not matter much, alcohol or other such organic poisos are easily handled by her metabolism, but water is good. Janz says, "One could speculate that, as you say, our species was once grealy violant and that some grandly horrific event caused all the survivors to turn away from violance. I can not say either way."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket motions with both hands, "There ya have it." As if his whole argument is proven valid 100%. "Ugh, so yer lookin' for this place an' just bustin' tables across the galaxy to keep yer ship in space while on the hunt?"

Skygirl has posed:
Janz says, "I do whatever work I can, I know how to pilot ships and some basics of repair...and I can do heavy labor on a lot of planets. It is just a matter of what work is available.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Ya ever been to Brood space?" Rocket asks off handedly, glancing up at her over the top of his empty mug since he's now leaning forward towards the edge of the table with both hands balanced against the corner.

Skygirl has posed:
She replies, "I have fought Dire Wraiths, I gather they have somewhat similar habits...from what I have heard." That was not fun...

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Cus there might be a bounty on brood hides an' I wanna put together a team to go collectin'em." Rocket says with a raised brow, nestling back in his seat now that his beer has been refilled. "Wont be easy work, but it'll pay pretty good once we're done... if what I hear is true anyhow.."

Skygirl has posed:
Janz says, "I may be of some use, at least at guarding the backs of the attackers." She is not sure she could intentionall take the life of a sentient being, but preventing attacks on her team she can do.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"You ever seen a brood infestation?" Rocket asks with an uncharacteristic quiet to his tone, "Trust me, girly, ya ever run into a planet's got brood on't, ya kill them until ya get off world... crushin' a bug aint the same thing as killin' a person. Especially not THOSE bugs."

Skygirl has posed:
Janz says, "Well if you get a team together, you can come find me. I am certain I will be worth my hire."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Alright, I guess that'll do." Rocket shrugs a shoulder, "I aint hirin' nobody to sit in the back playin' cards like a bunch of Terra ER nurses though.. ya come, ya fight.. if ya can figure out how ta do that nonlethal, I'd be very happy that ya kept yer beliefs intact." He's quiet a second, "But ya wont."

Skygirl has posed:
Janz responds, "We will see, when it happens." At least it probably pays better than waiting tables.