Vol. 4
Peter was getting hungry. Before he was hungry, but know It was at a different level. Once his adrenaline from the fight had left him and he had apologized to Bereet, the hot runaway that he has firmly decided not to eat, the hunger had evolved to the more calculated kind. He'd felt it before, that time he had been in a prison for a bit more than a week. It was what he felt when he was shifting from fun-loving Peter 'Star-Lord' Quill to The Cannibal. The animalistic side of him that only came out during extreme panic or extreme hunger. He probably had a day before he went off the deep end. There was a planet nearby, just before the buyer's planet showed. It was more like a gas station than a planet, it was verily moon-sized and too small for a civilization to start on. It was too small for any government system and too small for any crime lord to take residence in, which meant to things. It was a perfect place for a runaway to look for a new ride and for a hungry person to find some grub. It would take about 5 hours to get there, 3 if he risked a few monitored zones (his trust in the Malono allowed him to get through without getting caught so he went with the fast route).
"Peter, you have call," Bereet said clicking the button to answer.
"No Wait don't-," He wanted to be mad, he really did, but he just couldn't. She was too dang adorable sitting there in his old shirt with her apologetic smile. Maybe he was getting soft
"Quill," Yondu's angry voice called from the screen behind him.
"Hey, Yondu," Peter said, turning around slowly.
"I'm here on Morage," He was angry, "Ain't no Orb, Ain't no you,"
"Well, I was in the neighborhood," Such a lie, that planet was even near a neighborhood, "I thought I'd save you the hassle,"
"Well, Where you at now, boy" Yondu was looking him over suspiciously, that man had too good of an eye, he must have noticed something.
"I feel really bad about this," He did, "But I'm not going to tell you," Not that bad really.
"I slaved over this deal, boy-"
"Really making a few calls-"
"And now you're going to rip me off," He was really angry now, "We do not do that to each other, we're ravages. We got a code." Bereet looked really uncomfortable with being a part of this conversation however indirectly.
"And that code is 'steal from everybody'," Peter responded. There where other codes, but that was the main one.
"When I picked you up on Terra, boy, these boys wanted to eat you. I stopped em', I even feed you-" Yondu paused, finally figuring out what it was he had noticed, "You ate, boy? You left in a hurry, didn't grab your lunch box?"
"I'm fine," Peter responded, tight-lipped.
"We ain't going to clean another of your incidents up again, Quill," Yondu muttered, "Bring back the orb and we'll have a nice family mea-" Peter hung up.
"Sorry about that," He said, turning to Bereet.