Vol. 5
"He'll be chasing us now," Quill said to Bereet, "We're only a couple hours from your drop off, so you'll be fine. If you happen to see that blue bastard don't tell him you saw me. Don't tell anyone you've seen me,"
"If you do that for me as well," Bereet responded, Peter nodded and she smiled.
With Bereet on the gas station planet and Peter's stomach (and freezer) full he made the final trek to Xandar. A large, extremely well-patroled planet that held the Capital of the Nova Empire. It would be difficult for Peter to get around, which is probably why Yondu didn't think Peter would steal it himself, but Peter had gotten good at avoiding the Police. He just avoided the facial recognition cameras and the Nova Corpsmen were always so godly dressed that he could pick them out of a crowds and avoid them without a problem. For the few that had noticed him about, have of them stared at him with a com in their hand. Usually, Peter would just stare back and they'd run off, other times Peter had to run. His reputation was both a help and a hindrance.
Now, however, after a few narrow avoidances he was just a few steps from the Brooker.
"Mr.Quill," Said the Xandarian, he certainly seemed happy to see him.
"Brooker, the orb," Peter said it on the white counter, "As commissioned,"
"Where's Yondu," He seemed nervous now, "He said he would be delivering. You might attract too much attention," That's why he was nervous.
"He wanted to be here, sends his love. Wanted me to tell you 'you have the best eyebrows in the business," Peter laughed out.
"Well, I hope you don't like them too much,"
"Ha, cannibal joke. I'll have you know Xandarian is a bit too sweet for me," He rolled the orb over to Brooker, "Now to Business,"
"Yes, quite," This dude was not scared of him, that almost scared Peter. Some of the Ravagers he had grown up with were scared of Peter, but they had seen him in action where Brooker had not.
"What is it," Peter asked as he stared at the orb.
"It's my policy to not discuss business with my clients,"
"I nearly died gettin' it for ya'" Peter muttered, really he wasn't in too much danger he just wanted to add a few units to the deal.
"An occupational hazard, I presume, from someone of your appetites," Brooker responded.
"Some machine headed freak, working for a dude named Ronan-" He cut Peter off.
"Ronan! I'm sorry Mr.Quill," The Brooker scurried around the desk and shoved the orb into his hand, "I truly am, but I want no part of this transaction if Ronan is involved,"
"Woah! Woah Woah Woah," He got him to stop pushing on him, "Who's Ronan,"
"A Kree fanatic, who won't stop till Xandarian culture, my Culture! Is gone," He continued pushing him out, he wasn't too stone, but the shock of it got him to continue stepping back, "He's someone who's bad side I'd rather not be on,"
"What about my bad side!" Quill countered.
"You may be a dangerous man Quill, but you just that. A man. Ronan controls an army," The door opened behind him and he stepped out, "Farewell, Mr.Quill,"
"We had a deal bro!" Peter yelled as the door slide shut. He wanted to take it down, but there would be no chance in him getting his unit then. That Brooker was incredibly lucky that Peter was on a full stomach or he would have been toast. Then he noticed the hot green girl. She was standing there watching the whole thing. She didn't seem to recognize him, that meant he had a chance if he calmed down immediately.
"What happened?" She asked, stepping a few paces closer.
"This guy just back out on a deal," Calm, Peter was so calm right now, couldn't be farther from angry, "If it's one thing I hate, it's a man without integration. Peter Quill, people call me 'Star-Lord,"
"You have the bearing of a man of honor," Dang, he was not expecting this.
"Well, I wouldn't say that people say that about me," They do not, "All the time..." He was rambling, then she kicked him in the chest and snagged the orb. Dang she was strong.
Peter through a lasso laser at her, tripping her as she ran. He jumped to grab the orb, bad idea. She kicked him onto the ground and she preceded to punch him in the face many times. He blocked and she just kicked him. Dang she was flexible.
With one final move she was on top of him with her danger poised to go down on his throat. He felt that animalistic side rising, his eyes darkening, as he was facing life or death.
"This was not the plan," Than a raccoon tackled her. He does not know who was luckier in this situation.
"Put him in the bag," The raccoon called to the tree beast. MERCENARIES! These guys must be idiots, he had never meat a mercenary dumb enough to go after him.
Peter snatched up the orb from the ground and ran the other way. Thank the lord from that Raccon- a knife hit his hand an the orb rolled away and off the platform.
The orb switched hands a few more times until finally he had it as the green girl was rocketed away and then a bag was over Quill and he was tossed over the tree's shoulder. And then the bag was dropped, and then he electrocuted the girl. And then he himself was electrocuted. How many volts was that! Was the only thing Peter thought as he dropped to the ground