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Ravager Down
Date of Scene: 04 June 2017
Location: Space
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Yondu Udonta, Star-Lord, Gamora




Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Mayday! Mayday!"

Yondu's voice crackles amid heavy static over the long-range comms.

"If you *KSHH* hear me*KSHH*--elp retr*KSHHHHH* from *KSHH* Muuzon-X!"

The message goes quiet, and then begins repeating itself.

Star-Lord has posed:
Another hopping musical selection from one of Star-Lord's Awesome Mixtapes is interrupted by a voice that Peter is starting to get more and more annoyed by. But in a weirdly fun and amused way. He half-grins and half-eyerolls as he flips a switch on the console, both tracking the signal and turning on his own long-range comms. "Hey, Yondu? Buddy? You're breaking up, man." Peter grins to himself. "Did you buy cheap parts from a Grildodian again? You know they're practically gremlins, right?" Whether he expects an answer or not is up in the air. But Star-Lord knows exactly what he's doing by attempting to goad Yondu into more chatter.

That's the best way to see if his extended family member is in trouble or not.

There's a ping and Star-Lord's already clicking back over to ship communications. "Guys, I don't know if you heard that but Yondu's cracking up. I'm headed that way to see what's going on. It's a few jumps so you might wanna' take a seat and strap in." Peter pauses for a moment. "Or, at the very least, stop playing with anything that could explode and kill us all." Another pause. "... that means you, Rocket." Just in case.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora hears the commotion and makes her way into the cockpit just as Peter radios back to Yondu. She frowns but listens silently as the conversation continues. Dropping into the copilot seat because, well, Rocket isn't here to try and claim the seat first. She nods to Peter, "He'll be fine." Not saying the team shouldn't go, just that Yondu can take care of himself. Unless he can't.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Asteroid Muuzon-X -- a large, uninhabited celestrial body hurtling through deep space.

It's said to be a worthless clump of rock that, perhaps, was once a comet. But for whatever reason, it hangs mostly in the vacuum of space now, rotating slowly.

So why would Yondu be there?

Nonetheless, he is--his ship is half-submerged in a vast, pale tar pit on a long plateau that otherwise appears to be made of ice.

The Ravager captain himself is lying on the outside of the cockpit window, a hand grasping the communication transmitter. "Come on, answer me, you dirty sons of..." he mutters to himself, exasperation in his voice. His own system's speakers are already submerged in the gunk.

Star-Lord has posed:
Jump after Jump after Kris Kross'll Make Ya'...

The Milano glides into the system and heads straight for the Asteroid of Muuzon-X. Touching down, Star-Lord gives a bit of a raised eyebrow when he realizes that this place is as gross as it is uninhabited. "Come on. Let's find Yondu before he gets himself killed." Peter grins at Gamora as he stands up from the cockpit of his M-Ship and turns to make with the exiting. "Y'know, cuz he'll owe us one. And you never know when you're gonna' need some Ravager debt." Yeah, that's it. Peter needs to make it clear he's not here because he cares. Because he doesn't. This is purely for the benefit of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora shakes her heac at Peters oh-so-mature reason for helping. It isn't 'cause it's Yondu. It's 'cause of a supposed favor. "Oh, of course" she half heartedly agress as she moves to stand. Tapping a dull metallic button on her jacket, the button shimmers and begins to cover her in white armor, complete with a sealed helmet. Pausing only long enough to grab her sword and rifle, she joins Peter in the airlock. "Lead the way my altruistic captain."

Yondu Udonta has posed:
As the Guardians make their way across the desolate ice plateau, it seems that the flat plain is in fact a series of striations running along the length of the asteroid. There appears to be a pair of similar hills on the horizon in either direction.

Further...there appear to be footprints--footprints that don't look like they were made by Yondu's boots.

And is that a glimpse of a creature in the distance, hiding in a striation? Maybe it's just a rock. A globulous, moving rock.

Star-Lord has posed:
"Oh. So you're still bringing the rifle, huh?" Peter reaches up to tap his ear and his helmet appears around his head and face. His slightly digitized voice kicks up, "Cool." He doesn't sound impressed with the rifle thing but he's not going to cause a big thing about it. He's pretty busy with the using of the goggles in his helmet for scanning ahead as he leads the way off the ship.

"Ice Ice Baby." Star-Lord makes more references that nobody else is going to get while they traverse the ice planet. His helmet is scanning for three different things at once. One is Yondu's personal genetic signal because for some reason that's stored in the memory of the Star-Helmet. The second are any other signs of life or something because he doesn't want to get caught by surprise. And the last thing? Rocks, Minerals and anything else that he might can pocket for valuable purposes. Y'know, just in case.

"Hey, did you see that?" Star-Lord tries to focus his helmet's telescopic vision on whatever he thinks he just saw.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora looks at Quill, "I can't assassinate someone from two miles away with a sword." It's that simple. "Next time tell Rocket to leave his guns at home because they're cramping your style. See how that goes." She looks toward the direction indicated. "I didn't. Where?" She pulls said rifle off her shoulder and lifts it up, looking through the custom scope to scan the region in the distance. "What did it look like?"

Yondu Udonta has posed:
The goopy rock-things move along the striations, headed toward a giant viscous lake in the distance--where a part of Yondu's ship can be seen. One of the wings rises in the air, a blue man perched on top of it.

Yondu's head is in his hands, and his elbows rest on his knees. "Rendevous here for a pleasure-filled weekend getaway, my butt," he mumbles to himself (and, inadvertently, his comm system).

Star-Lord has posed:
"Um. Gross? Is that an adjective? Can something look gross?"

Star-Lord isn't really sure but he's already preparing for battle because he's reaching for his Element Guns and walking with a bit more caution in his step. Which is weird for him but he's trying to make sure they don't get, y'know, ambushed. "And for the record, I don't care if you have a gun. You should have a gun. It suits you. You look good with a gun." And then he's mumbling just a bit to himself, "... I just want a sword too."

And that's when his helmet locks on Yondu in the distance and helps him change the subject. "There's Papa Smurf." He points off so that Gamora can use her scope to see and then flicks on the voice amplifier on his helmet. "Hey! Yondu! You want to owe me one or should I just leave you here in Grossville?"

Star-Lord doesn't even realize he may be making more noise than he probably should be. Oops?

Gamora has posed:
Gamora murmurs, "Your bunk manages that every day, Quill." Zing. She looks and misses the gross things but sees Yondu. "His ship is sinking into.. something. He doesn't look terribly happy." Then the open comms chatter is heard. "He doesn't sound terribly happy either." She lowers her rifle and begins walking in the direction of their downed Peer and Compatriot.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora calls back over her shoulder, "If you had a sword you'd cut someting off. Something you consider important."

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Pete!" Yondu yells. "You got a tow with you, boy? This baby's good as junked!"

He pushes himself to his feet and begins waving. "I don't know if you know where we are. This is Muuzon-X, formerly known as Lommu Sol. Also known as...Toe-where."

Yondu gestures around himself. "The petrified carcass of a Celestial's toe, boy! And believe it or not...I was suckered into comin' here. Someone--and I don't know who!--spoofed the coordinates to tell me it was a pleasure resort."

The globs in the striations continue creeping along, depressions like eye sockets staring at the strange arrivals.

"Watch yerself, boy!" Yondu calls out. "They're intelligent mold!"

Star-Lord has posed:
"Ugh. Ewwwwwwww."

Star-Lord immediately activates his rocket boots so that he's not touching the ground of Toe-where anymore. "This is so grody." Those rocket boots take him in the direction of Yondu because he's just wanting to get to him faster so they can get away from here even faster. He even extends a hand to Gamora as he takes off to make sure she doesn't have to walk through the nastiness.

"So you're sayin' you got Candid Camera'd?" These words are tossed to Yondu since he can't allow himself to get past the grossness of this place to send a burn back at Gamora. Plus, she's hot so that'd just be rude.

Hopefully, they can get out of here before these Moldy Things start actually trying to attack.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora looks at the grown, "This is... a toe?" She is not sure if she should regard it with wonder or disgust. But the circumstances are beginning to weigh heavily in favor of disgust. That there is sentient mold is pushing things well beyond the tipping point. Taking Quill's hand in a "but this still doesn't mean I 'like'- like you" manner, she lets him give her a lift up and over the squishy and repulsive remains. She casts a warry glance toward the mold blobs. "Going quickly would be best."

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Quill, you murglon-brained moron! Get to your ship before she gets stuck in this jam, too! You think I crash-landed in a lake? Heck naw," he adds. "I got a whole colony here workin' to add my organic material to their hoard!"

Just then, a long, thin tentacle of snot-like consistency begins rising up from the pale tar pit, reaching toward Yondu.

The Centaurian whistles and his arrow breaks the tentacle. But another one soon begins to rise behind him.

Star-Lord has posed:
"Yeah, yeah! Keep your mohawk on, old man! I'm gettin' you outta' here first!"

Star-Lord keeps one hand on Gamora while he draws one of his Element Guns and fires off a blast of ROCK towards the gross things that are trying to get to Yondu. He knows all about the Whistle Arrow but he's pretty sure he might as well back Yondu up. "Can you shoot with one hand, Gamora? Keep those things off us so I can get us close enough for Yondu to grab on."

Granted, he's not sure just how well these Rocket Boots are going to stand up to all the extra weight but its better than running around on the ground of a TOE. Because that's just nasty.

Star-Lord tries to keep those rocket boots aimed steady to cut the fastest air path to Yondu as possible. "Besides, The Milano's way faster than your piece of vaxlurg. I'm not worried."

Gamora has posed:
Gamora holds onto Quill's hand. She glances back up at him. "I don't know, Quill... I might just shoot something off you consider important" the tone is sarcastic and put out. He seems to regularly forget just how skilled she is. She pulls the rifle off her shoulder and aims it from the hip, firing off a blast of energy that cuts another of those icky tendrils in half.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Come on, come on," Yondu whispers in between whistling maneuvers for his arrow to follow.

As Gamora and Quill approach, he braces himself and then leaps--limbs flailing as he seems to try and /run/ through the air, grasping for the Guardian rescue team.

His leap isn't great, but he does have Gamora's leg in range, and the fin-headed Ravager swings his arms forward in an effort to clasp the woman's calf before he falls into the lake of ooze below himself.

The collection of Muuzon-X inhabitants, spying the evac attempts, rise up en masse in the form of a giant hand and try to grab Peter and Gamora (and, as a result, Yondu) in their gooey fingers.

Star-Lord has posed:
As crazy and wild as this is... Star-Lord's Rocket Boots actually manage to hold up. For the moment, anyway. One of them seems to sputter for a moment but they hang on for dear gear ife and Star-Lord's movements are going to take a moment to stabilize before he can get them headed in the direction of The Milano.

That Element Gun in his hand is wildly aimed for the en masse hand of nastiness that's headed for him and ICE comes out of the damn thing. Well, it comes out more as some sort of freezing mist that solidifies with Captain Cold-ish style but a bit more Marvel-ous.

"Whoa! Chill, Toe Jam!"

Gamora has posed:
Gamora's hand slips a little in Quill's grasp. "QUILL!" Her tone says all that needs said: Don't you dare lose your grip on the both of us or something you hold dear WILL be shot off!

Gamora flails as she is stretched, left hand up to Quill, right ankle held onto by Yondu. All while trying to shoot at the black oozing mold-stuff. "A hand? You've got to be kidding.." She fires again from the hip, punching a hole through the palm of the hand. But it closes up. "Faster Quill. Go. Faster."

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Swinging from Gamora's boot, Yondu manages to light-blue-knuckle it as the trio evades the moldy hand.

"You two are a real tough actin' team!" Yondu shouts with a cackle.

"When we make it to safety...I'll buy /you/ a weekend of fun on Contraxia! I know the best 'bots to seek out!"

He kicks out at the slimy thumb, whose 'nail' peels off backwards.

Peter and Gamora's attacks, meanwhile, begin to chip and slice away chunks of the hand faster than it can re-constitute itself.

And in the distance, beyond this super-gross colony of mold? The getaway ship.

Star-Lord has posed:
"I'm goin', I'm goin'!"

It takes Star-Lord a little bit to get himself in control of trying to fly with people weighing him down but he manages to get the hang of it sooner rather than later. How he's managing to hold them with one hand is beyond even his own scope of thought but he doesn't worry about it. It's probably just adrenaline. That still works in space, right?

"Oooh! Oooh! I got it! Check this out..." That one Element Gun is held out at the goops and globs that are in the way and he pulls back on the trigger to send out a stream of flames!

"How 'bout a little fire, /Scarecrow/?!" Another reference that's all for his own amusement but at least The Milano's not far. "Gamora! Make a hole!" He needs her to blast this stuff to shreds so they can run through to their ship. "Contraxisn Sex Bots are countin' on you!"

Gamora has posed:
Gamora looks down at Yondu, "I could let you fall. I can replace my boot" she fires back flatly before blasting away at the goo again. "Quill, what you do with Contraxiian Sex Bots is your business. Stop trying to make it all of ours. Drax is already retching in the hold back on the ship and I am about to throw up in my helmet." Then she fires as requested. A double tap shot with the energy rifle. It blasts a large figure 8 shaped hole. Almost large enough for the trio fo flailing would-be hero types to fly through.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Yondu responds by grappling at Gamora's leg.

"Girlie, don't go gettin' prudish on us now! I know you're achin' for somethin' better than this moldy Terran fnorl-cheese!" he shouts. "Er...guess I'm just focused on mold right now. Wonder why?"

He whistles again, and his arrow corkscrews about to pop the slimy fingers nearest Gamora's newly-made hole. It hisses through the air, casting slimy drops in its wake.

"Quill!" Yondu shouts. "Now or never!"

Star-Lord has posed:
"I've always wanted to try this. Hang on."

Star-Lord lets go of Gamora's hand and somersaults through the air, drawing his other Element Gun and he aims both of them at the now falling friends of his. He doesn't hesitate at all and pulls back on the triggers to create an epic blast of wind and air to catch and push them towards the ship. At the same time, he kicks in the thrusters on his Jet Boots to speed things up and get them all on the ship with more style and awesomeness than somebody named /Star-Lord/ should be able to do.

Gamora has posed:
".... Peter what're you.. QUILL!!!" Gamora screams as Quill lets go of her. Arms and one leg flailing, pulled down by Yondu, she barely registers what Quill is doing with his fancy blasters till he's literally blasted she and Yondu toward the Milando. Then when he begins pushing them she throws a left hook at his mask. "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!"

Yondu Udonta has posed:
As he and Gamora fall, Yondu flails, accidentally letting go of Thanos' daughter.

"I....haaaaaate....yoouuuuuuuu!" he screams, spinning end over end even as he's blasted in the direction of the Milano.

Yondu's cursing is cut short by his hitting the ground and then bouncing and rolling for several yards.

"...get me off this flarking toenail already, Quill," he mutters quietly.

Star-Lord has posed:
Quill catches the fist coming for his helmet without missing a beat. He's usually not this coordinated by he's trying to keep them all alive. "Kil me later. We gotta' go." He makes ushers both Yondu and Gamora onto the Milano and is hitting the button to close the doors and hitting the button to disengage his helmet all at the same time.

A quick run through the ship has him hopping into the pilot's seat. "Alright, baby, let's show 'em who's the boss."

Quill speaking to his ship as he starts shooting at blobs that are too close for comfort while the ship's ignition gets going and starts the lift off. It's time to GO!

Gamora has posed:
Gamora shoots back at the goo one last time. "I'll kill you as soon as you get us off this horrifying...thing." She follows Yondu aboard and punches the ramp closure button hard. As the ramp and airlock close, she turns. "Rocket will be able to fly us just as well" she mutters. Her comms are on and she knows it. "no one will miss Quill. Disintigration. Won't even need a shallow unmarked grave" she continues muttering as she taps her armor and it begins to dematerialize back into the small metallic patch on her left collar. She disappears into her bunk, putting away her rifle and sword. But she keeps her dagger. It fits nicely between the fourth and fifth ribs.