Harafax: The Prisoner
| Harafax: The Prisoner | |
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| Date of Cutscene: | 18 February 2018 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Star-Lord |
| Tinyplot: | Harafax |
Uuuunngghhhh.
Peter Quill had a raging headache, and then there were the lights! Those Awful, awful lights!
Oh, wait. Those are just stars.
Floating. From being hit in the head.
It came back to him all at once. The bar, the bounty hunters, the shoot-out. Being shot in the face as he was about to get away. Shot in the face? No wonder he felt like his head was about to explode.
Looking around, he was on a prison barge. No doubt about it, this was a cell. A bounty hunters private collection. Probably a guild ship.
Sitting up on his bed, the first thing that struck Peter was how... quiet... everything was. Was everyone else in a mess hall? One look around dispelled that theory; there was a Kree in his cell as his cellmate, and he was sleeping. Then, he noticed the lighting was very dim. Sleepytime.
"Pssst. Hey. Are you awake sleeping beauty?" Peter prodded the Kree man verbally, just loud enough to be heard. Didn't want to wake him up and get into a fight, after all.
"Go away, human." The gruff Kree voice gave in reply.
"Uh... I'd love to, but there's a nice heavy force field in my way. Anything you can do about that?" Peter replied, with both amusement and hope.
"No. Go away."
"So, what're you in for?" Peter asked, conversationally. The Kree man grunted, then, "I'll tell you in the morning, if you promise to go away." Peter gave him a million unit smile. Was he even looking Peters way? "Sure thing, buddy. I just woke up here, and wanted to get to know my neighbor is all."
Peter had a very, very restless night.
Were the rest of the gang fine? He couldn't get off a warning in time, so there was chance they got hit too.
Luckily, the next morning dispelled that notion too, with the guard coming, "Star-Lord, you're awake! Good. If you give us the rest of your buddies, I might be able to convince the association to release you as a favor in return." Peter sighed, "No thanks, I'm good." "Suit yourself."
The Kree man in his cell had been watching the exchange, "Star-Lord. You are the leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy?" Peter once again gave that million unit smile, "Sure am, buddy. Who wants to know?"
A long moment passed, the muscular Kree "Hac-Garr." His eyes look over Peter, "Your people will probably try to rescue you, yes?" Peter shrugs, "Maybe, maybe not. What's it to you?" Hac-Garr grunted, "I have a proposition for you, if you manage to get out of here." Peter squinted at him, "I'm listening..."