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djinmer4 · 4 years

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Space Lord 2

“So how are my two favorite humans doing?” Vag’ner clamped his hands down on Quill and Pryde’s shoulders, hopefully derailing their very public argument. The woman jumped and slipped away from his grasp (he still couldn’t figure out how she kept doing that) while Quill scowled at him.

“We’re the only humans you’ve ever met.”

“Not true! I happened to meet a Carol Danvers from Earth, traveling with an entire squadron of Skrulls.”

“Two out of three ain’t a-”

“Funny you should mention Captain Danvers. That’s actually what we were discussing right now,” Kitty interjected.

“Well, why don’t we sit down someplace in private and the two of you could tell me all about it.” Accepting the reprimand for what it was, the two Terrans let the senior Ravager captain manhandle them into a small room. Not exactly the most secure location but at least they weren’t arguing in front of an entire bar full of witnesses this time.

Kitty started them off. “First of all, how do you feel about the Kree?”

One dark eyebrow arched. “I was part of the team with Stakar Ogord that ravaged the Badoon Brotherhood slave traders 32~” Everyone’s translators made a scratchy noise before picking up again. “40 years ago. I’ve no fondness of the Kree, as Quill should have told you. Why?”

“Oh, um,” for some reason Kitty’s face turned reddish. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t one.” He opened his mouth but she outran him. “You’re blue after all.”

“Quill, you’ve got a long way to go on this one. Yes, I’m blue. But first of all, not all Kree are blue-”

“She’s met Yon-Rogg,” stated Quill dryly.

“-and second not all blue races are Kree.” He nodded at the younger captain. “Quill’s sponsor, Yondu, is a Centurian and I’m a Bamf.”

Kitty nodded stiffly. “Okay. I didn’t know that before.” She shook her head. “Anyway, you said you met Danvers, right?”

“Right.”

“Did she tell you about how she got her powers?”

“Something about an exploded Light Speed Engine, powered by the Tesseract. She didn’t have either of those items on her and couldn’t tell me how to replicate them so I wasn’t very interested.” Suddenly the connection snapped in his brain. “Wait, do the Kree have another of those things?”

Quill and Kitty exchanged a glance, and she made a quick whirling gesture with her fingertips. Quill took up the narrative. “We don’t think so, at least not yet. But Kitty’s got a lead from God knows where-”

“I got it from Nick Fury in SHIELD.”

“That statement means nothing to me and Vag’ner. Anyway, she’s got a lead that Mar-Vell apparently didn’t manage to eliminate all of her fellow researchers before fleeing the Kree. It’s taken them a lot longer, but it looks like they’re on the verge of recreating the Light Speed Engine.’

While the Bamf contemplated the horror of the Kree gaining yet another superweapon, Kitty spoke again. “We know this one’s not powered by the Tesseract so it will probably be much weaker than Mar-Vell’s version.”

“But that’s still a lot of power.”

“Exactly.”

“Okay, I can agree that’s bad. But what were you two arguing about then?” Then it hit him. On one side, an empire that covered thousands of planets and had existed for just as many stellar cycles. On the other, one backward planet who’s dominant species hadn’t even left their solar system and one Ravager clan that had existed for less than a decade. “You need help and don't know who to ask.”

“I’ve already brought in the Nova Corps-”

“Without asking anyone. And I want to ask the Shi’ar. They’ve helped Earth, and especially the X-Men before.”

“The Shi’ar is still a violent, military expansive empire. I’d trust the upper echelons of the Nova Corps way more than I would the Shi’ar.”

“What makes you think the Corps won’t also-”

The blue man dropped his hands to crash upon the table. His companions stunned into silence, he took command of the conversation. “Well, you’ve got me now, and I’m sure I can match either of those parties. Grab the information you have and meet me on the Palatine in one-” Another scrambling noise from the translators. “-two hours.”

~~~~~~~

“I’ve been doing a lot of data mining. Tracking Kree convoys, checking where people have run into security perimeters, blocking out areas of suspected Kree activity.” Kitty had fumbled a bit with the Palatine’s projector screen at the beginning but got the hang of it quickly enough. “I knocked off any place that didn’t have the free space for a research lab or lacked the potential resources or supply chain to support one. I also removed any locations claimed and held by the other galactic powers, like the Shi’Ar or the Inhuman Alliance.”

“Makes sense,” noted Bloody Bess. “Those entities wouldn’t take kindly to the Kree trying to build a secret base in their territory, they’d already be on high alert to stop anything like that.” The meeting had been pared down to Vag’ner, Bess, Quill, and Pryde. Vag’ner’s crew trusted that he’d pass along anything that they needed to know. Quill, on the other hand, his crew was simply too small, everyone else was either spending time maintaining the ship or out picking up supplies.

“Anyway, I’d narrowed the list down to 30 possible coordinates-”

Quill interjected at this point. “Which is way too many for my crew to handle. Fortunately, about half the locations were either official Kree outposts or disputed territory where the Nova Corps patrol. So I turned over that list to them and they’re checking those places out.”

“So that’s what the two of you were fighting about.” The Bamf rested his chin on his hands, blocking some of the projector lights on the table.

Pryde shot a glare at her captain. “Yes. I think that was premature. With just a bit more information, I think I could have narrowed the list even further and not had to bring the Nova Corps into this mission until the end.” Vag’ner made note of the terminology the translator used. Mission implied that Kitty was working under conflicting loyalties because there’s no way Quill would have considered this a mission. Adventure maybe.

Shaking his head, Vag’ner continued. “15 sites are still too many for you to investigate.”

The other captain nodded. “The other half of the argument.”

Bess was scrolling through the list. “Hey, this one’s near Contraxia. And that one’s near Knowhere. I recognize a few others too.” She looked up. “The Nova Corps might not have access to these places, but they’re in Ravager territory.”

“How many?”

A few quick flicks of her hand. “10. The rest appear to be in the middle of nowhere, literally nowhere, not the city, space.”

“Hmm. The Milano should be able to handle 5 locations by itself. My crew will check out these 10 or contact other clans in those areas and ask if they’ve seen any unusual Kree activity.”

The female Terran smiled, her eyes widening a little and a slight flush coming to her face. “Oh, that would be-”

“Wait,” Quill clamped a hand over her shoulder. “How much is this going to cost us?”

Vag’ner shook his head, dismayed again at how badly Yondu had trained this one. “We’re Ravagers, Quill. We don’t betray each other.”

Blue eyes narrowed a bit. “I was raised as a Ravager, Captain. Ravagers won’t do anything without payment.”

“What if I said I wanted all the equipment and supplies from the base as my payment?”

“I’d say Ravagers don’t do things on credit either.”

“Fine,” Vag’ner sighed, a touch louder than he would have if he’d been sincere. “You said you had contacts with the Nova Corps? There are a few minor . . . charges that I’d like to be pardoned on.”

Both Quill and Pryde did that human thing where half their face seemed to shift upwards while the rest of it stayed in place. He always found the effect rather charming and was practicing to duplicate it himself. “Are you seriously telling me there are some felonies you don’t want to receive credit and acclaim on?” The Terran’s voice was incredibly even.

“Oh, I have no problem accepting blame when I’ve committed the crime. However, my crew and mys-” Fritzing translator again. “My clan and I aren’t responsible for these particular atrocities, and in fact, I’m rather offended that people still believe we’re behind them. It’s one thing to be known as a bold and creative pirate, it’s quite another to be considered an indiscriminate murderer.”

The two Terrans turned to each other. A bit more silent communication through eyebrow wiggling and Quill turned back to him while Pryde gathered up her data. “Alright then, give me a list of the charges you want pardons on and any proof you have about your innocence.”

~~~~~~~

Vag’ner wouldn’t say he lives for fighting, but moments like these definitely go in the ‘fond memories’ category. His crew is mostly concerned with hauling the equipment onto the Palatine but he’s chasing down the last two scientists. He’s got them cornered when the lights start flashing and a siren starts screaming. Tapping his communicator, he barks out, “Report!”

Pryde’s breathless voice answers. “Quill set off the alarms; hit a button he shouldn’t have. You done with everything?”

“Almost. Everyone’s off the station and almost back to the ship. Just got a few loose ends to pick up.” It’s the work of seconds to exchange one of his swords for his blaster and two quick headshots to dispose of the scientists. “Where are the two of you?”

“Sub-level . . . 3?” she pants. A voice in the background. “Oh, you’re right, 2. We’re on Sub-level 2.”

He’s at the stairs when he starts encountering them. Scaly and tunicate and twice as big as he is, clearly something engineered rather than evolved. He sheathed his second sword and sticks to the blaster. A quick glance shows that Quill and Pryde are almost there, but Quill’s right arm is hanging useless and he’s favoring his left leg. Pryde’s just barely keeping the creatures off with Quill’s blaster, but it’s pretty clear she doesn’t really know how to use it. Vag’ner whistles to attract everything’s attention then starts firing away. When they reach the foot of the stairs, he grabs both of them and teleports them to the top, not trusting that ‘StarLord’ will be able to manage them in his condition. They both turn an interesting shade of green but neither of them throws up, moving his respect for the Terrans up a notch. “You got what you came for?” he asks as they make their way to the Milano.

Pryde shakes her head. “Not exactly. We weren’t able to destroy the Engine, so I’m just going to throw the whole station into the sun-”

“The what?”

“The system’s primary star. This station isn’t in a stable orbit; they wanted to take advantage of solar flares. Pete and I set the outer thrusters on full blast, If I have the Milano fire on the inner thrusters as well, the whole thing will propel itself straight in.”

Vag’ner hums. He hadn’t actually seen the Engine while on-board so for all he knew, the thing was integrated throughout the entire thing. “How long will that take?”

She glanced up at him and he resisted the urge to clean the streak of soot on her cheek. There’d be time enough to expend the last of his battle-lust later. “No more than a few hours. You sticking around to watch?”

“Never trust that someone’s dead unless you’ve seen the body in person. I guess making sure it really does get incinerated is the station equivalent.” He looks around. “You keep a medic pack on this hunk of junk? I’ll handle Quill’s injuries first and then yours. Assuming I’m not missing any fatal injuries of yours?”

“Just bumps and bruises.” They reached the gangway of the Milano and Drax sealed the ship even as Rocket started to pull away from the dock.

#nightcrawler #kitty pryde #space lord au

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annoyedfanfiction · 6 years

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Battle Slaves (1)

Warnings: language, violence and injury, slavery, death,

Yondu x reader

"You don't know nothin'." Aleta Ogord wasn't used to insubordination. She had come to know the Kree battle slave as one who would obey her, would help her lead, and would have the ability to talk sense into the most wayward of plans and people. She barely recognised the anger in xir eyes now, as xie stood before her, rage lacing through xir very blood.

"What'd ya say ta me?" Aleta Ogord didn't waste time with formality. It wasn't required in the Ravagers. Her First Mate folded xir arms and raised xir head again.

"Ya don' known nothin' 'bout Yondu Udonta." Xie turned on xir heel, not even looking back at xir Captain or Stakar when xie paused. "You two think ya know wha' he did. Think ya know why 'e did it. But if ya think 'e willingly delivered a child to 'er death, 'er suffering, 'er enslavement? Ya don't know nothin' 'bout Yondu Udonta." Xie was gone before her Captain could even think to reply, and all Aleta could do was thank God that xie had waited until they were alone to speak. She pushed Stakar's gun down as the ex-slave disappeared down the hall.

"Don't even think 'bout shootin' ma First Mate." Stakar huffed, but tucked his gun back into his belt anyway.

"Dabria." Xir comm blinked to life in the hallway, and xie flicked it on.

"Kraglin. Have ya got the Terran kid?" The comm crackled, distantly, and Kraglin's confirmation rustled through. "Good. He's our responsibility now. I'm sorry I'm not with ya but I've an allegiance to ma Captain and ma crew. I'd never betray that, even in the smallest way. Just know that I'll always be here for the boy if 'e needs it, and for y'all. I'll do anything I can to convince them of ya innocence, but i's goin' ta be long an' difficult."

"Thank ya, Dabria." Xir door slid open as xir touch found the biomesh pad, and xie sank down onto the bed.

"Take care of 'im, Kraglin. An' the boy. An' ya self. A crew is a family an' don't ya ever let 'em forget that." Xie silenced xir comm and lowered xir head into xir hands. Ravagers didn't cry. Kree battle slaves didn't cry. Xie'd not cried since xie'd been a child, xie didn't even remember how to. So xie kicked an offending jacket across the room, just as the door swung open again.

"Captain." Xie was on xir feet immediately, arm thumping to xir chest, as Aleta deflected the jacket.

"Dabria. Sit." She strolled in, as much in command of herself as her ship, and seated herself in the ragged armchair in the corner. "I know this is hard for ya, an' I canna express 'nuff gratitude for ya loyalty. I canna imagine having to choose between Stakar and my crew. But sometimes we have ta accept tha' the ones we love are wrong."

"I know 'e were wrong, bu' can ya honestly tell me that you an' Stakar ha' never made mistakes? Never broken the code?" Aleta frowned at the floor, her eyes glossed into reminiscence.

"Of course we've. But we don' deal in children. I thought you an' Yondu of all people would know why." Knife to heart. "Special' after Lila." And twist.

"P'raps, but I thought you an' Stakar woulda known why either of us would scoop up a child from the streets wi'out a pause ta deliver 'er to 'er father." The anger Dabria wanted to be in xir voice dissipated when Aleta's hand came down, gently, onto xir knee.

"But why'd 'e agree to the second job?" Aleta was begging xem for an explanation, just like xie begged Yondu.

"'Cause Ego gave it out wit' a gun ta Kraglin's head." And he hasn't handed the boy over. Because the boy wasn't safe on Terra anymore, even once Kraglin was safe. Because Ego knew exactly where he was, and if Yondu didn't take him, someone else would. Aleta sighed, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, Ria, but they knew what they w're doin'." Yondu's issue was that he had too much heart, even for his brain. Xie smiled, sadly, as xir Captain stood.

"His crew ain't ma responsibility, Cap," xie answered, nodding, making Aleta pause in the doorway. "Yondu mighta been wrong, but I ain't gonna forgive Stakar for this. I know where I stand and why, but ma loyalty to ma crew an' Captain's somethin' tha'll no' waver."

Screaming echoed through xir comm, as it crackled to life, and xie jumped, tightening xir grip on the steering controls.

"The hell's 'appenin'?" It was a child. Lila flashed through xir mind, and disappeared.

"'e won't stop screamin'!" Yondu's voice burst through the comm, as his face popped up in a hologram. "I ain't done nuffin' an' he's convinced I'm gonna eat 'im!"

"Ah, fuck's sake, put tha kid on." The screaming grew louder as a wild-eyed, terrified child appeared in the image. "Hey, sweetie, wha's ya name?" Xir voice was calm, was quiet, just like it had been for Lila. The screaming stopped, but the tears didn't.

"Peter," the boy offered, looking up at xem. "Quill."

"Nice ta meetcha, Peter," xie soothed, kindly, "I'm Ria. S'that blue ass scarin' ya?" Xie could feel Yondu huffing at xem across the galaxy, but Peter nodded, the movement almost imperceptible.

"Said he was gonna eat me." The little box Peter clutched to his chest shifted as the boy shook, but Dabria just smiled.

"Y'ain't gotta worry 'bout tha', Peter." Xir grin widened, displaying a row of jagged but white teeth, only a few silver caps, but one was missing from the top right. "Yondu knows he'll answer ta me fa tha'." Peter giggled, quietly, his tears drying.

"Where 'r you?" he asked, poking a finger at the hologram.

"I'm on anov'a ship," xie answered, happily. "Now, ya lie down an' go ta sleep, kid. Ya've go' a lotta learn t'morrow."

"Will Momma sing me a lullaby?" Peter murmured, sleepily, the hologram shaking as he scrambled into a laying position, still clutching the box to his chest. Not a single word was said, on either side of the connection. Xie hadn't sung to anyone since the Kree dragged xem from xir home planet. The home planet whose name xie hadn't even known until xir appearance had rippled into a new one, and Aleta had breathed out "Skrull". But the song xie knew. Could only hope xir voice would sound alright.

"Not. One. Word." The boy's breathing had evened out, and he seemed to have slipped off, as xie finished, cutting off her comm. Yondu's breathy chuckle was the last thing xie heard.

"Was that the Terran child?" Xie'd heard Aleta enter – xie knew the footsteps of xir crew like the back of xir hand.

"Yes, Cap'n." Xie wouldn't lie to xir Captain. Couldn't. Had no reason to.

"I thought Yondu had already delivered him to Ego." The Captain's voice was cold, and Dabria didn't dare turn to face her.

"Yondu isn't delivering him to Ego. He only took the boy off Terra so that Ego wouldn't know where he was anymore." Xie turned this time, as Aleta sighed, sinking into her seat in the centre of the bridge. Why didn't he say that? Aleta's question didn't even have to leave her mouth before Dabria knew what it would be. The woman practically raised xem, they could almost read each other's minds.

"I don't recall him being given a chance to speak. He couldn't tell the trial that when his mouth was still gagged in the courtroom." Because of Stakar. Xie wouldn't say that. Aleta knows it's there without it touching the air.

"Yondu still took the jobs, and nothing will change that. But perhaps, one day, he can become a Ravager again. Until then, Dabria, your relationship with him, his crew, and the Terran boy will be yours to manage alone." You know not to let it interfere with your crew, don't you, child? Aleta didn't need to say it for Dabria to know what that meant. It was xir's alone, and if it got in the way of xir duties then xir position would no longer be xir's.

"Yes Cap'n."

#yondu udonta #yondu x reader #guardians of the galaxy #peter quill #ravagers #kraglin obfonteri #aleta ogord #stakar ogord

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thebibliomancer · 6 years

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #167: Tomorrow Dies Today!

January, 1978

Oh hey the Guardians of the Galaxy! Not the ones more known these days and never at the same level of popularity but an interesting bunch just the same!

I’ve been actually thinking of going and reading some of the original team original run.

On this cover, Beast punches a guy in the face and the rest of the Avengers are like hey slow your roll this is a crossover not a hero vs hero event.

Anyway, we start off killing tomorrow today with a priority communications alarm interrupting him from his shower.

You’d think that since its a communications alarm and not necessarily an emergency, he could continue showering and let someone else take the call and if it is an emergency then someone can knock on the door and let him know.

Like, I understand that with the stuff the Avengers deal with its good to stay on your toes but Beast is completely covered in hair. When he starts a shower, its a long, inevitable process that should be seen to until the end.

Otherwise he’s going to drip everywhere and probably smell like dog.

He’s not even the only one who is not ready. Scarlet Witch is half dressed.

And Steve “I probably go on a ten mile run every morning for fun” Rogers criticizes Beast for not getting up to shower at 0600.

Beast, Cap, and Scarlet Witch arrive at the communications center to find Vision already there.

Also, why do they have so many chairs in here? This is more chairs than they have in their living room.

A lot of the Avengers equipment is a mystery to me. They seem like they have a lot of the typical superhero headquarters monitoring equipment but also they so often wait for problems to happen on the news before they notice them.

Anyway, it actually is an emergency so Beast would have had to interrupt his shower anyway.

Nick Fury is on the horn and he tells them to turn on the feed from the Avengers’ monitoring satellite because of course they have one of those and need to watch the news anyway.

Per Fury’s request, they focus the Avengers satellite on the SHIELD space station. Weirdly they can’t see any stars behind the station. Just an endless wall of white.

Beast zooms out and-

AHHHHHHHHHH UNICRON HAS COME AT LAST TO DEVOUR OUR WORLD!

Galactus is going to be miffed.

Except no. This looks like a double Unicron. Which is possibly twice as bad.

Apparently this giant structure popped out of nowhere and its orbit is going to smash the SHIELD station all over it in a couple hours.

So the Avengers assemble to finish getting dressed and also to go check out a mysterious huge space thing.

Like I said, this is the huge space thing portion of their lives.

On the station, playboy industrialist Tony Stark claims he has urgent business on Earth.

Nick Fury is like no shit of course I’m not letting you get smashed with the rest of us you dink, get on a shuttle and go.

Fun fact: the SHIELD space station is where Steven Lang’s Project: Armageddon set up shop. And coming up to space to stop him is what led to Jean Grey becoming the Phoenix.

Secretly, Tony Stark has to get back to Earth so he can change into Iron Man and lead the Avengers back up here.

Double lives are hard.

Meanwhile, Thor and Wonder Man are enjoying some bonding time in a diner.

Thor confesses that some mysterious force has been transporting him back to Earth every time the Avengers need his help. Which has to be every couple of days. Its almost as if he’s being displaced through time.

Wonder Man goes wow cool uh I’ll be no help figuring that out but as long as we’re here maybe you can give me some advice.

Wonder Man: “You see... sometimes I -- I feel as though I’m not man enough to be a super man!”

-interrupting Avengers beeper says no time for feels, time for punches-

So Wonder Man and Thor fly back to Avengers’ Mansion.

But they have to wait because Iron Man still hasn’t joined them.

And when he does show up, Cap goes off on him.

Iron Man: “Sorry I’m late, group!”

Captain America: “You’re sorry you’re late? A hundred men might die up there, and --”

Iron Man: “Then shut up and get into the ship!”

Also, new Quinjet! Space Quinjet!

Only minutes later, the Avengers have arrived on the SHIELD station. Which is... really impressive.

But since it took them so long (because of Iron Man), there’s no time left for anything fancy. The big double Unicron is only half a mile away.

Now the only option is to spacesuit up (except for Thor and Vision), rocket across to an opening that the station’s brand new Stark computer pinpointed, and find a way to redirect or destroy the giant space thing in... fifteen minutes.

Geez.

I’m pretty sure fifteen minutes wouldn’t even get you from one side to the other of that thing.

But the Avengers do rocket across. And the opening that the computer found was an airlock. And interestingly, they find that the atmosphere inside the station is breathable and even chemically perfect for humans!

Now that is interesting. Does that mean that this is a human construction?

Not necessarily. The Avengers never had trouble breathing on Skrull ships or Thanos’ giant H, or even on the Kree homeworld.

I mean maybe the chemically perfect line signifies that even beyond everyone in space breathing the same thing except that one group of aliens that kidnapped that lung expert, that this construct has a human friendly atmosphere.

Iron Man weighs in. Atmosphere or not, whether the occupants are humanoid or not, this construct is far beyond the capabilities of any Earthly power.

Boring and also a waste of time says Cap.

And he steps up and takes charge, giving everyone a directive.

They should split up to cover more ground.

And while that would usually be a bad idea on a space station that appeared out of nowhere and could contain any number of alien nasties, the simple fact is that they have a vanishingly small amount of time.

Splitting up is the only way to cover any significant amount of territory.

So Vision and Wanda are one team. Wonder Man and Cap another. Thor and Iron Man another. And Beast is on his own because they have an odd number of people.

Although Beast wonders why he’s the one without a partner. He used mouthwash that morning!

Meanwhile, while Iron Man dismisses Thor’s concern that Iron Man might be troubled over Cap taking charge, in reality he is troubled.

Iron Man: “On the other hand it’s no secret what Cap thinks of my leadership! I suspect his resentment is growing and getting personal! With the stakes the team is playing for, that kind of dissension can lead to sudden death!”

Maybe its time to consider whether someone without their own book should lead the team then.

Meanwhile elsewhere, Beast is climbing through the air ducts or perhaps Jefferies tubes. And actually Cap had a point splitting him off like this. Beast is the only one who has the agility to crawl through tubes like this.

Good call, Cap!

But when he pokes his head out of the Jefferies air duct, someone grabs him and yanks him out like a radish.

Hey, its Charlie-27! From a race engineered to live on Jupiter, he’s about 11 times stronger and denser than a normal human being.

Also, its Nikki Gold! Raised on Mercury, she has high resistance to heat and most radiation and also HER HAIR IS FIRE.

And the thing is, they don’t think Beast is an enemy. They think he’s some kind of ugly alien space monkey that can also parrot words like a raven.

Beast refuses to put up with that sitting down dangling by his scruff so he kicks Charlie-27 in the face and starts bouncing all over the room.

Nikki tries to shoot Beast because, hey, he’s a rude monkey. But he’s bouncing so fast she can’t get a bead on him despite having aim adjacent to Annie Oakley’s.

But then Beast tries to tackle Charlie-27 and just bounces off. Because dang. Remember? Eleven times more massive than a normal person? Its rather like Beast just tried to jump kick a brick wall.

Before possibly breaking a toe kicking a guy built like a brick house, Beast also muses on the weirdery of the two of them speaking English.

Which again isn’t so odd. Universal translators exist. And a lot of aliens speak English.

But all these things like the atmosphere and aliens speaking English? This time they signify something other than narrative convenience.

Nikki jumps to confront the dazed Beast but with a RRRAK! a coherent light burst separates the two.

The rest of the Guardians have shown up, specifically Starhawk who tells Charlie-27 and Nikki to stand down.

Starhawk: “This fighting must cease! I sense that he is not evil! Accept the word of one who knows!”

Lets run up the line.

Blue guy red fin is Yondu Udonta and he is absolutely familiar if you only know Guardians from the movies. Like in the movies, he has special arrows that he can control through whistling. But in the comics he also uses a bow. He is from Alpha Centauri which kind of breaks the theme of the Guardians all being humans but adapted for life on different planets of the solar system.

Unlike the movies, Yondu is portrayed as noble savage IN SPACE. Going with that he has an intuitive and mystical rapport with nature. IN SPACE! Making him a space Alabaman was probably a better idea.

Next there is Starhawk. In the movie he was Sylvester Stallone and very disappointed in Yondu. In the comics, he’s just weird. He was conceived on Earth, was born on Vesper, and was raised on Arcturus IV. He has a grab bag of powers like flight, super strength, light manipulation and being the one who knows thanks to being empowered by the Hawk God. He’s also in an on-again off-again fusion with an Aleta Ogord. He’s basically weird.

Next is Martinex. His people were genetically-engineered to colonize Pluto so he’s made of silicon crystal instead of meat. He can also siphon heat out of the environment or vent it. Which lets him shoot heat rays or cold beams somehow.

And finally we have Vance Astro, Major Victory. He’s another weird one. He was sent on a mission to help colonize Centauri IV, put in cryogenic hibernation, and woke up to find that he wasted his damn time because faster travel had been invented and people got there before him. And now he has to stay in his astronaut suit or age rapidly. Also also, he has psychokinesis. And also his younger self became New Warrior Marvel Boy and probably ruined his chances of becoming an astronaut by killing his abusive dad.

Comics are weird.

Beast doesn’t know this though. He just sees a bunch of asshole aliens who are still calling him monkey so he jumps to attack Charlie-27′s face.

But is interrupted when Mjolnir flies by, snags him in its loop and drags him away. Which is damn good trajectory control.

Anyway, despite split up gang we’ll cover more ground, the Avengers have reassembled off-screen and apparently recognize the Guardians from prior team-ups. With Cap in Marvel Two-in-One #5 and with Thor in Thor Annual #6.

And now Major Victory recognizes the Avengers. Because he is from this time period and oh man oh geez the Avengers are his heroes! He used to dream of meeting them!

So a potential misunderstanding fight cut off before it began and the teams introduce themselves.

And no worry about the SHIELD station. The Guardian’s meteor deflectors will gently shove it out of the way instead of running into it. This whole mission was pointless!

Except as set-up. And honestly, even if the Guardian’s station wasn’t going to run into the SHIELD station, I’d hope that they’d be interested in why a giant space thing appeared.

Thor recaps his crossover with the Guardians because it happened so recently he hadn’t had a chance to put it in the Avengers files yet and also because the details are relevant.

He teamed up with the Guardians to invade Korvac’s Wonderworld. Who is Korvac?

He was a collaborator with the Badoon when they conquered the Sol System IN THE FUTURE. But they caught him napping at work one day so they grafted his upper body to his work station because the Badoon are dicks.

So obviously he turned on them and started a plan to conquer the cosmos by trying to make Earth’s Sun go nova.

Aw dangit, Thanos, you trendsetter!

The Guardians plus Thor were able to thwart Korvac’s plan and minions but Korvac escaped by traveling back in time to the year this year.

They’re not sure what he’s planning but when a guy who tried to blow up the Sun goes back in time you just have to kind of assume its nothing good. For instance, Major Victory’s past self is currently a child on Earth. If Korvac kills young Vance Astro, then Major Victory never gets frozen like a space Captain America and never goes on to form the Guardians.

So they have to stop him. Except if its on Earth, Major Victory can’t get involved. Two Vance Astros on Earth would mess up the time stream.

(Beast you were right there for this conversation, why did you think bringing the original X-Men into the present from the past was a good idea??)

Meanwhile, on Earth, Janet Van Dyne makes her debut as a fashion designer.

I had been wondering where she and Hank (Pym) were. Sort of weird that they didn’t get paged about this though. There’s a giant thing in space and they buzz Thor and Wonder Man away from dinner but Jan doesn’t get called away from her fashion show.

Maybe she left her bleeper at home.

Anyway, also in the crowd is Kyle Richmond, aka Nighthawk, aka Not-Batman. He’s usually on the Defenders, being a jerk, but Yellowjacket is sometimes doing stuff with the Defenders so maybe that’s why he’s here.

He does comment to himself that it’s weird for him to sit through a fashion show.

Kyle Richmond also notices a weirdo sitting next to him in the crowd. Wearing a tux in this day and age and sitting like a statue. He doesn’t react to anything until a model named Carina Walters takes a turn down the catwalk in a sultry summer jumpsuit.

Kyle being the kind of person he is, sees that this weirdo stranger reacts to Carina and thinks “Forget it, pal! You’re not her type!”

You’re a gem, Kyle.

And then Porcupine busts in to rob the place.

Just his luck that he chose to rob a place where three superheroes were chilling. Porcupines are seriously unlucky.

Hank Pym and Janet waste no time shrinking down to shoot the robbers with tiny blasts.

Janet was also far-thinking enough to have her dress made from unstable molecule cloth so she wouldn’t have to fly around naked just in case a supervillain tried to rob her fashion show.

Its this kind of forethought that made her one of the better chairpeople that the Avengers ever had.

Just saying. Civil Wars don’t happen when Jan runs the show.

And while the rest of the audience panics and flees and screams, the mysterious tux weirdo continues to calmly sit in his seat.

Kyle Richmond managed to sneak off and change into his costume and I don’t even know where he managed to hide the wings because they would not fit under his civilian clothes.

But anyways, he helps punch people that dare ruin Jan’s big debut.

Including a guy that hesitates from shooting at Nighthawk because he doesn’t want to go up on a murder rap. Nighthawk makes the very valid argument that not making a decision is a way of making a decision and unnamed robber made the right decision.

What a weird segment. I hope no-shoot criminal turns his life around.

Anyway, the tuxedo weirdo shows up where Carina is tending to a fainted Mrs. Lichterdale. And he silently offers her a hand.

And without a word spoken she feels his desire but also his offer and without a word spoken she departs with him.

And they seem to teleport or something from the scene while the heroes are distracted shooting Porcupine with pink and yellow zaps until he finally falls down.

Only after the villains are all unconscious does Mrs. Licherterdale inform Jan that Carina is missing along with Jan’s sultry summer jumpsuit.

Hank is sure that she just got frightened and ran off somewhere. She’ll turn up!

Jan: “I hope! That was my favorite outfit!”

Oh Jan!

So here we go again. Once again we take our first step into a run defining story arc. It was only back in May that I started the Celestial Madonna Saga and now here we are once again on the front porch of a long saga I have mixed feelings about.

The Korvac Saga.

The Shooteriest part of Shooter’s run on Avengers.

At the least, we’re going to get some more time with the Guardians. The downside to not having a misunderstanding fight is that if you’re solely following Avengers, we haven’t really seen what they can do yet.

And they have some good batshit stuff that they get up to. Like the giant double Unicron station? Its called Drydock. It was a, well, drydock and training facility. When the Badoon invaded, the commander used its experimental warp drive to keep the station out of Badoon hands. But warp radiation killed the entire crew.

In an almost Red Dwarfian move, the computer needed people to give it orders. So it created a simulated crew to tell it what to do. Except the simulated commander went insane and captured the Guardians of the Galaxy to create a clone army of friends. So Charlie-27 had to run the gauntlet of the station’s security and shut down the computer.

That stuff right there? That’s amazing. And I don’t mind at all if the Guardians are hanging around bringing that kind of craziness to the Avengers.

Oh and also, I guess there’s the mystery of what Korvac is up to and whether the tuxedo weirdo is related. I already know the answer but what are you going to do? Google information?

Pssah.

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Chapter 11 - So Far

The woman at the desk gave them a long look over. Finally she said, "Does your tattoo say beef stew?" Kraglin blushed even harder. Then his brain kicked in. The woman at the fuel station had recognized them as Ravagers. There was no way this woman could read his tattoo. "Amelia is here!" Tullk looked around anxiously, before closing his eyes and breathing in deep. "She was, but I can hardly smell her anymore." Kraglin realized the staff was all looking at them. He had slipped up an gone back to speaking common. This was a test. "No, Ma'am. It means beef sandwich." Everyone relaxed. "Amelia said she called her foster brothers to come get her. Said it might take a couple of days because you weren't in the neighbourhood. She's over at the local women's shelter." "What?" Kraglin demanded. "She didn't tell you, Kraig? The guy she was staying with bashed her face in. She turned up here, half starved two days ago. She won't let us take her to the hospital, says she doesn't have coverage. She won't file a police report against the bastard, said she scared he'll find her. Maybe you can talk some sense into her." Kraglin's blood ran cold. "He bashed her face in?" he asked, his voice going deadly quiet. "Well, she has a split lip and a hand shaped bruise on her face." the woman clarified. "She says nothing is broken, but she is really skittish about the whole thing." She gave the boys a hard look. “I'll make some calls and let her know you're here. In the meantime, can I show you some sock yarn?”

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Amelia was sitting politely through a church service. It wasn't really her thing, but the congregation had taken her in, found her clothes and were keeping her fed until her "foster brothers" could come get her. She was incredibly grateful, but also painfully aware that if she had been a homeless black man with a split lip and bruised up face, she wasn't sure he have gotten the same warm reception.

She wasn't sure how long it was safe to stay here. If SHEILD was still looking for her, likely not that long. She had been here for two days. She promised herself if they didn't turn up tonight, she was going to park the ship somewhere she could live off grid and just try to put the whole thing behind her.

She wasn't convinced they were coming.

Losing Quinlan's baby had been her first real failure as the ship medic. Yondu had lost all interest in her after that. The guilt that she hadn't found a way to get Quin to a better health care centre was bad enough. But Yondu's sudden polite coldness was a whole extra level of shame she didn't know how to deal with. She wasn't entirely sure he hadn't sold or traded her to Martinex in exchange for a better relationship with the other clans.

Maybe that was why he hadn't sent Kraglin or Tullk with her.

By and large, she was proud of the work she had done on the ship, but she was still haunted by Taserface's death. She had a new round of nightmares over having one of her patients lose a baby, when she knew how heart breaking that was.

Silent tears ran down her face. The little old lady sitting next to her reached over and squeezed her hand. These were good people.

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When service ended, Amelia kept her seat. The church was old and beautiful and she didn't have anywhere to go. Eventually Janice from the office came in and sat next to her.

"There's a man with an Asian character tattooed on his neck that says it means beef sandwich at Webs. He's looking for you. I'm not sure if he's your brother but the guy he brought with him has a scarred up face. Roz says they are kind of rough looking."

Amelia nodded, "Growing up in foster care will do that to you. Thanks for all you help, Janice. I honestly don't know what I would have done if the church knitting group hadn't stepped up to help me."

"Aw! Sweetie! You are so welcome! I would say anytime, but you leave that bastard in your wake so this doesn't happen again, understand?"

Amelia nodded and left the church.

It was a short walk to the Yarn Store. Kraglin was pacing outside. As soon as he saw her he ran over, flung his arms around her and hugged her tight. "Oh thank gods! We found you!"

Then he noticed she wasn't hugging him back.

"Did Yondu send me away so that Stakar's crew could get me? Is this because I didn't tell him about Quinlan? Is this because I couldn't save both her and the baby?"

Kraglin was stunned. "What?"

"He keeps telling me it's just sex. But that stopped and he'd came up with some dumb ass excuse to get me off the ship. Then I just happen to be stolen by someone he might want to buy a favour from. And of course I don't have a phone. What would you give a slave a phone? He didn't want me to learn to fly a ship. Or how to fight. Or how to find my way around the Eclector. Or any of the things I did to escape.

"Before I go back with you, I need to know, is Yondu trying to get rid of me?"

"He can't," Tullk said firmly. "The Boss can't trade or sell you to anyone without you becoming a Citzen of Xandar."

They both turned to stare at him.

"He can't." Tullk insisted. "I know this won't make you happy Doc, but he really can't. I won ten percent ownership of you off him in a poker game months ago. Before you were fucking. He can't sell you without my approval and I won't let him sell you to anyone but me."

Amelia stared at Tullk. "Why would anyone play poker with you?"

Kraglin was shocked. " 'Melia! That was rude! We all likes playin' poker with Tullk! He loses almost all the time."

Amelia frowned. "I'm not trying to be rude! It just that-" she noticed Tullk slowly shaking his head, no. She stopped talking.

“Alright,” said Tullk. “Here’s what we are going to do. You and Kraig are going to buy all the yarn the ship can carry. Message Dave, get his list too. It’s all on Ogord’s units. I’m going to call the Boss and have a little chat. Because as much as I would like to see you go ape shit on that boy, this will go better if he has a chance to think of a reply.”

Amelia shook her head. “No! I don’t want to be manipulated they way he does with clients. Tell him I’m found ad leave it at that, if you must. We won’t be long, you can’t spend units on Terra.”

The boys looked at her. Kraglin cleared his throat. “Yeah, you can… it’s called Apple Pay.”

——

Amelia filled two shopping carts before they even made it out of the sock yarn section.

Kraglin tried explaining. “Tullk and the new boys all say that Ogord wasn’t trying to hurt you. He was just trying to make trouble for Yondu. Didn’t know that you are… That you and him…. Didn’t know how things are.” he finished lamely.

Amelia shook her head. “I don’t know how things are.”

Roz looked at them. “What language is that?”

Amelia didn’t even blink, “Klingon.”

“Oh.” Roz shrugged.

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Drunken Road Trips and Family Bonding

Chapter 1

Celebrate Good Times

Kraglin is telling the story for what has to be the tenth time, to the tenth different clan leader. "So I see Quill out there, holding Yondu and just bawling. I pulled them both in with the tractor beam and the kid starts crying even harder. The he grabs me!" Kraglin twisted his face, making a mockery of Peter's blubbery sobs. "'Is he dead? Come on, help me!' Kid runs back over to Yondu, who's just getting up, and tackles him down again. Wasn't until Yondu yelled at him to get off and hit him upside the head that he realized the captain wasn't dead!" This is met with a roar of laughter, and hundreds of drinks are raised the air, fifty different languages translating to one thing.

"To Yondu Udonta!"

Every bit of booze is downed, then more roars from the crowd for more booze, more music, more games, more stories. The Ravagers had been celebrating the near death of Yondu and his return to the Ravager fold for nigh on three days, and it was quickly looking to turn into three weeks with the way the news was spreading. Ravager ships were docked all around the galaxy, hundreds of planets filled with leather coated thieves and murderers, who has sworn off those aspects while they celebrated the return of one of their own.

Said returning one was currently sitting at a table above the pit that housed the vast majority of the bar. Surrounded by what he considered his family, Yondu was pounding drinks as fast as the rest of them, had already played ten games of Five Finger Filet with Stakar, the arrow occasionally wobbling as Yondu got drunker and drunker, his whistling slipping and threatening to remove one of Stakar's fingers. It was during the sixth game that a hush had fallen over the bar as a sleek suited Xandarian walked in, her bodyguards flanking her.

Nova Prime had walked calmly through the bar, right up to the makeshift dais. "Yondu Udonta, I am pleased to see you still among the living."

"And why's that, Irani?" Yondu had chuckled, tapering off into a whistle at the end which almost pierced Stakar's pinky.

"Xandar still owes you a great debt." She reached over and picked up whatever rot gut Yondu had been drinking. Sniffing, she downed it in one. The glass thudded back on the table. "And I do so hate when a debt goes unpaid."

Stakar smiled, patting the seat next to him. "I can think of a few ways you can repay it."

A guard immediately whipped his blaster at him. Nova Prime smiled. "Not likely Ogord. But paying for part of your revelry might be a start." She turned to the bar, raising her voice. "Tonight, your drinks are on the Nova Corps!" This is greeted with a yell, quickly followed by a drinking song about a Xandarian woman who had a hundred different partners and how she left one for the next until she had made her way through every species in the galaxy. At that, Nova Prime had joined the high table, and was currently matching Drax drink for drink.

Rocket had scampered up to a high place, drink clutched in one paw as he kept an eye on Groot who was running through the crowd as fast as his feet could carry him. The bartender had somehow managed to make something that a young Flora Colossus could drink. It was really just sugar water colored with different food coloring, but Groot was enjoying it as much as everyone else was enjoying their booze. For every different colored drink, he's sprout flowers and run around the bar passing them out.

Gamora and Nebula, were doing their equivalent of sisterly bonding, namely sparring so intensely that Yondu was surprised they hadn't broken any bones. They were on their third match, back to back as they fended off five mostly drunken Ravagers. Rule was that losers had to buy the winners drinks.

Now Peter, he had barely left Yondu's side all night. Kept reaching over, brushing his fingers across Yondu's shoulder as he got another drink. He was doing it again when Yondu spun around and grabbed his fingers. Hard. "You doin' that again, boy?"

Peter plastered a dopey smile over his equally plastered face. "Can't still quite believe you're here." His eyes darkened. "Don't want to almost lose you again."

The Centaurian snorted. "Lot meaner things than your jackass of a father have gotten closer, now quit touchin' me." He jerked his coat back over himself, the quick movement dislodging Peter's fingers.

Stakar chuckled. "Little family drama there, Udonta?"

"Shove it Ogord." He'd gone back to nursing his drink.

More Ravagers poured into the bar, already in a fine state of inebriation, and the sight of more of their kind only fueled those already here. Rocket ducked out when Groot fell off Nova Prime while braiding flowers into her hair, taking him to the rooms they'd rented before the massive party. Drax was currently passed out under the table, Nova Prime calmly speaking of the charms of Xandar and the honor in serving in the Nova Corps to one of the Ravager's better strategists, whose eyes were staring to drift away from Irani's face and towards the swell of her bust until one of the Xandarian bodyguards brought his blaster up to the table. At that, he suddenly straightened, listening intently.

Nebula and Gamora were being paraded from bar to bar, defeating the top fighters in each clan. And Peter was still by Yondu, unwilling to leave his side. He had a glassy look to his face, occasionally reaching towards Yondu, but quickly pulling his hand back when the other man noticed. He spoke slowly, words slurred as he tried to get them out. "'M glad you ain't dead." He poked the blue man on the arm. "Wasss sssooo scared."

Yondu jerked his arm away. "Gods Quill, you were out there longer than me when we pulled yer ass back in."

"You allmmoossst died."

"So did you." Yondu glared at the Terran. "And did I sit there motherin' ya? No, I whupped yer ass like ya needed."

"You wan' me to kick your ass?" Peter slurred, looking like he could do little more than raise his head off his hand.

"No, I want ya to quit treatin' me like I'm gonna disappear on ya." Yondu tried shifting in his chair, almost upending himself.

Stakar was laughing from where his head rested on the table. "You two got issues."

Every single person in this bar had issues, it came with being part of the Ravagers.

He kept going. "My dad, when he got mad at me and after we settled it, he'd take me out somewhere. Hunting, fishing." Stakar rolled his eyes up, "Whoring, fighting. Stealing was his favorite. He once stole a whole cargo ship, got the crew shit faced and they gave him the key." He kept laughing, until he fell out of his chair and the laughs turned to snores.

Peter smiled. "There's fisshh back in Miss, Missis," he screwed his face up in concentration, "Miss-ou-ri. Terra."

"What, you want to go fishing?" Yondu sneered, feeling the alcohol roiling in his gut. He wasn't drunk enough to get all mushy on the two Quill's he was seeing, but he was getting there.

"Yeah, Gramps he showed me real good spots." He began to describe them, each description getting more and more vague as the drinks kept coming.

Yondu stayed quiet, until he'd drank about four more rounds. Most everyone else had passed out, which meant it wouldn't get out if he acted a little more fatherly towards the boy. 'Sides, a trip to Terra was only thirty jumps, wouldn't be that bad. "You really want to go back to Terra, boy?"

"Yesshhh."

"Keep your damn mouth shut and come on then." Yondu stood, almost fell, then almost fell again when Peter quickly attached himself to Yondu's side. They made their way out as best thy could, which meant they only tripped over five different people, kicked three out of the way, and interrupted one mating ritual. Quill was nearly asleep by the time they reached what was left of the Eclector, and Yondu wasn't far behind. He left the boy on the captain's bunk, and the last thing he remembered was inputing the coordinates for Terra into the autopilot, because at that point the floor was nice and cold and his coat made a good pillow.

Nova Prime watched the ship leave, a small smile on her face.

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