The Nova Storm

Percy had been arrested before, several times in fact. He was never there for more than a couple days. He could bet out of this place no problem. Gamora, Quill, Rocket Groot and himself got dragged off to the Saal and were currently getting processed, "Come on man I'm on your side I help you guys out."

"Be that as it may 'Nova Storm' you still have Numerous criminal activities stacked against you, theft, murder, genocide, torture, kidnapping, arson. Didn't you try to become an overlord at one point."

He laughed out loud, "yeah that was a fun day."

"It killed 50 members of the Lucidiana court,"

"50 assholes in the Lucidiana court, you weren't helping so I did," He was shoved forward waiting in line behind Quill.

"Lucidiana isn't in our Jurisdiction."

"Neither and I! I'm not a villain! I make balance."

Gamora scoffed, "You sound like Thanos."

"I've been trying to kill Thanos. All he cares about is his own delusions. What I do is more realistic. Whipping out the problem. I punish killers, war lords, monsters among monsters. Ronan is next."

Gamora looked back at him while she was pushed into the processing chamber. She had to admire his will. She had heard of The Nova Storm too, everyone had. She didn't smile but part of her wanted to. Any enemy of her father and Ronan was an ally of hers. "Gamora. Surgically modified and trained as a living weapon. The adopted daughter of the Mad Titan, Thanos. Recently, Thanos lent her and her sister Nebula out to Ronan, which leads us to believe that Thanos and Ronan are working together." Percy sneered he had been trying to kill Thanos for years, but he kept getting sidetracked by Ronan Knowing they were working together made a lot more sense and somehow pissed him off more.

Next was Rocket, "Subject 89P13. Calls itself Rocket. The result of illegal genetic and cybernetic experiments on a lower life form," he spit on the floor.

Then Groot, "They call it Groot. A humanoid plant that's been traveling recently as 89P13's personal house plant slash muscle."

Quill, "Peter Jason Quill, from Terra. Raised from youth by a band of mercenaries called the Ravagers, led by Yondu Udonta"

Quill winds up his middle finger and flips the bird at them "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know how this machine worked." He acted sincere.

Lastly was Percy who stepped in and awaited their Confused expressions, "Percy Rigel Jackson, more commonly known as the Nova Storm. Mostly Terran but there's some genetic mutation that can't be pinpointed that lead to his unusual powers. The way it seems he's only in Prison as long as he wants to be," Percy gave a lazy grin and pointed finger guns at him.

The five of them are taken to the Kyln, High Security Prison. One of the highest security prisons in the galaxy. No matter for Percy. "I guess most of the Nova Corps wanna uphold the laws," Rocket started, "but these ones here, they're corrupt and cruel. But, hey, that's not my problem. I ain't gonna be here long. I've escaped 22 prisons, this one's no different. You're lucky the broad showed up, because otherwise, me and Groot would be collecting that bounty right now, and you'd be getting drawn and quartered by Yondu and those Ravagers."

"I've had a lot of folks try to kill me over the years. I ain't about to be brought down by a tree and a talking raccoon."

Percy hit himself in the head with the cuffs, "That orb is crazy dangerous, I need to get it to the void" He mumbled. "I can't waste time on a life sentence with these guys seriously. I'm not sitting here for 80, 100, 120, however long you guys decided a life sentence is. I need to get the orb far away. I think you're all taking my little overlord joke way too seriously. I only killed people who deserved it."

"Be that as it may, it's still murder, you could kill one murderer but there will still be the same number in the Universe."

"Yeah well, I've killed hundreds of murderers. Asshole," He growled to himself. "I wasn't given a second chance at life to be imprisoned with these dicks for the next century," he turned his back to them and listened to Quill question Gamora.

Maybe he could find out what Ronan was planning. "So, this orb has a real shiny blue suitcase, Ark of the Covenant, Maltese Falcon sort of vibe. What is it?"

"I am Groot."

"So what?" He turned back to Gamora. "What's the Orb?"

Gamora didn't give a damn "I have no words for an honorless thief."

"Pretty high and mighty coming from the lackey of a genocidal maniac." Gamora looked at Rocket. "Yeah, I know who you are. Anyone who's anyone knows who you are." He turned to Percy, "Just like you." he jerked his head effectively, flipping his hair over his eyes.

"Yeah, we know who you are." Quill obviously faked his confidence before turning to Groot and whispering, "Who are they?"

"I am Groot."

"Yeah, you said that."

"I wasn't retrieving the orb for Ronan, I was betraying him. I had an agreement to sell it to a third party."

"I am Groot."

Percy was thoroughly annoyed, "Well, that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you said that. What the Hell is wrong with Giving Tree, here?"

"Well, he don't know talking good like me and you. So, his vocabulistics is limited to "I" and "am" and "Groot". Exclusively in that order."

Quill added as annoyed as Percy, "I tell you what, that's gonna wear really thin, real fast."

Quill notices a prison guard with his Walkman headphones, putting them on "Hey. Put that away," he walks inside the room towards the Guard right before the door closed "Hey! Listen to me you big blue bastard, take those headphones off, that's mine." He did as ask for now. "Those belong to impound, that tape and that player is mine!"

The guard stuns Quill with a taser baton that makes Percy start shaking. "Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede, 1973, that song belongs to me!" The guard stuns him repeatedly. It seemed like it was just for fun at this point.

The five are decontaminated and sent to put on prison jumpsuits well Quill Rocket, Percy and Gamora were, Groot was too big for a jumpsuit. Percy walked in and Quill noticed his Multiple tattoos from different planets and scars layered on top of each other. It was pretty clear that some of the scars were from when he was just a child, but the thing that got to Quill most was the giant lightning strikes scar across his chest.

Percy walked out ahead of him and saw the guards pull him off to the side and a power dampener got roughly smacked on his neck. He growled and lunged at the guard only to be tased making him cower back a bit.

The five were then led to what Percy could only compare to a mix of a cafeteria and courtyard.

Shouts surround them, prisoners screaming insults like 'murderer' and 'scum' at Gamora "It's like I said, she's got a rep." Rocket said, "A lot of prisoners here have lost their families to Ronan and his goons. She'll last a day, tops." He turns to Percy "Him on the other hand."

A few teary-eyed prisoners hugged Percy who awkwardly accepted it "he's saved planets, killed murderers and stopped wars."

"The guards will protect her, right?" Quill said referring to Gamora.

"They're here to stop us from getting out." Percy said from where he calmed down a mother, "They don't care what we do to each other inside."

"Whatever nightmares the future holds, are dreams compared to what's behind me." She announced despite getting hit with anything and everything the other prisoners could get they could get their hands on. Despite the threats being screamed at her and despite the possibility of death.

Percy chuckled darkly, "I get that, I get that alot,"

"Check out the new meat." Some Guy stepped up in front of Percy and Quill. "I'm gonna slather you both up in Gunavian jelly, and go to town..."

Percy fell to the floor sweeping his legs out from under him. Grabbed his arm and yanked it back out of his socket, "Listen here! I've fought much worse and much bigger, you touch me or my bounty and well." he yanked the arm again, breaking it in two. "Your arm won't be the only thing I break."

He walked off to his cell, Quill pointed at the disappearing demigod, "I'm with him."

Percy was given a high security secluded cell due to how dangerous he was. He laid back, deciding to get some rest before he decided to teleport back home so he could talk with Chaos about the orb before continuing to keep balance in the universe. He heard a tap on his cell door and saw Quill through the glass.

Percy tilted his head in question but decided to just teleport out of the cell door. Quill jumped, "I thought you had a power dampener on."

The young man pointed to it. "I do, but they can't control my powers. They're a little more advanced than Nova Corps tech." Quill looked ready to ask another question, Percy could guess what it was. "What do you want, Quill?"

Quill snapped back to reality, "I saw some guys drag Gamora away holding a knife to her neck and I figured you're the type of person to get before they kill her, they might listen to you."

Percy huffed but took off down the hall, "You dare?" He heard a voice shout "You know who I am, yes?"

Him and Quill were crouched near a wall readying to intervene. "You're Drax. The Destroyer."

"Quill!" Percy looked around and saw Rocket run up to them.

"And you know why they call me this."

The shaking prisoner answered, "You've slayed dozens of Ronan's minions."

"Ronan murdered my wife, Ovette," Drax said, walking up to Gamora "and my daughter, Camaria. He slaughtered them where they stood. And he laughed!" He yelled in one's face making them flinch back. "Her life is not yours to take. He killed my family. I shall kill one of his in return."

"Of course, Drax. Here," He fearfully handed Drax his knife only for Gamora to knock the two holding her out. She took their knives holding them to the neck of Drax and the prisoner that dragged her down here.

"Quill! What are you doing?" Rocket tried to grab Quill back only for him to wave the racoon off and inch forward. Percy was still leaning on the wall wanting to see where this went.

"I'm no family to Ronan or Thanos," she inched back and dropped her knives, "I'm your only hope at stopping him."

Drax screamed and pinned her by the neck to the wall "Woman, your words mean nothing to me!"

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey!" Quill ran forward, Percy leisurely walked, When Quill got himself into a fight Percy could drag Gamora back to her cell and stop Drax from killing Quill as well. "You know, if killing Ronan is truly your sole purpose, I don't think this is the best way to go about it.

"Are you not one of the men this wench attempted to kill?"

Percy chuckled "Well, I mean, she's hardly the first woman to try and do that, to me at least," Percy had Babysat Camaria for Drax and Ovette years ago. She was a sweet little girl who held so much promise and had a bright future. Percy had begged Chaos to return her to Drax. Sadly, she could not. "You know that well old friend."

"Hello Jackson," He nodded apprehensive. Percy and Drax had been close but after the massacre they lost touch.

"Hey man. Let the girl go. She didn't kill Camaria or Ovette, and you know I would kill her in an instant if she deserved it."

Quill tried his hand at saving Gamora again, "She betrayed Ronan. He's back for her. And when he does, that's when you..." He dragged a finger across his throat.

But of course, Drax being Kylosian didn't get the metaphor, "Why I put my finger on his throat?"

"What? No, it's a symbol. This is a symbol for you slicing his throat."

"I would not slice his throat. I would cut his head clean off."

"It's a general expression for you killing somebody buddy," Percy nodded.

Quill turned to the other prisoner, "You've heard of this. You've seen this, right? You know what that is."

"Yeah. Yeah."

"Everyone knows."

"No, no."

Quill rolled his eyes "What I'm saying is, you want to keep her alive. Don't do his work for him."

After a moment Drax let Gamora fall to her knees coughing "I like your knife. I'm keeping it." He said simply walking out.

"That was my favorite knife."

Published: Sep 27, 2021
Updated: Apr 30, 2023