A Boy and a Pirate

Yondu could only hope that Peter was taking him seriously. When they made their arrival, it was obvious that people knew who they aware. The large jumpships were signature for them. Yondu frowned slightly when he noticed the rebel ships already waiting. He heaved a small sigh. Letting peter come along meant there was no chance the boy would try to sneak in with someone. At least this way Yondu knew exactly where the boy was.

Landing, the space Captain instructed his crew to wait, he needed to meet with the one he'd made the deal with.

"Stay close boy," Yondu instructed, and started down the ramp.

There on the ground level, waited a man in a dark version of the Nova Corps uniforms. Slicked in black and silver, the raven haired Xandarian smirked and lent against his heavy blaster rifle.

Peter peeked over Yondu's side, half hiding his small form behind the heavy rusty red trench coat the old Captain fore. He clung to the Ravager leather some, attaching himself tightly to his side as he promised. His crew rumbled behind him in their own ships once they landed but they obeyed, staying put until the cargo exchange was ready to proceed and they were given the okay to start. Peter followed Yondu down, ignoring the looks and the hisses his way as he did so.

Yondu pretended like he wasn't paying much attention to the boy clinging to his legs. He kept one hand down as though to guard him or maybe grab hold of him if someone thought they could make off with him. " Early," He mused aloud to the man smirking at him, leaning on his rifle, " Always liked a punctual meeting."

His eyes and ears were keen, and he kept everyone around well under wraps.

"Early bird gets the worm, right?" The ebony haired rouge purred, licking his lips and sliding grey blue eyes down to the small boy clutching the pirates side. The man sneered and cocked his head down like a jackal that caught the scent of its next prey. "Got a lil' something on your leg there Udonta."

The man's crew barked laughter like a pack of mad hyenas. Peter just gripped the other tighter. "Playing house now Yondu?" The Rouge snorted. "So, you got what we want hmm?"

Yondu didn't pull to the taunting. Instead he rolled his shoulders back. " Ravagers start young..." he grunted, " Best to get him accustomed to how things work now." Yondu's other hand rested with his thumb hooked in his belt.

"Best remember why you're here..."

Yondu didn't even twitch at the laughs and jibs towards Peter. He was resolute and steadfast in keeping face. Expression just as hard and serious as if he didn't have a young Terran clinging to his coat tails.

"We got everything you requested. I'll have my crew unload it as soon as I see the payment."

"D'aw, so he's a widdle Ravager huh? Find him in a dump? Kid is so tiny. Bones. I wouldn't even eat that toothpick." Another rumble of laughter and sneers. Peter's little fingers shook ever so subtly. The man flickered his sharp gaze back to the Mercenary, his eyes watching the hand closest to his belt. He knew damn well who this man was and what he was hiding under that coat of his.

"Heh. Sure. Ya see the payment when I see the trades. If it ain't what we called you up for you don't get a lick of the cash Udonta. And you don't want your little kitty there seeing a blood bath all too early yeah?" The Rouge gave the boy a creepy smile who in turn let out a small squeak.

Yondu gave a short sharp whistle, pointed teeth bared dangerously. The arrow turned slowly, point only a paper's width away from the Rogues face. "I suggest you remember your tongue Traitor..." He stated calmly, but in that calm, there was the promise of destruction. It would take him less than a second to destroy every one of them.

"Keep your eyes on the prize. One more word about the boy and I'll string you and your crew up like a kabob. Don't test me."

Yondu lifted his hand, and motioned at his crew. He didn't recall the arrow and his eyes never left the man before him or those gathered around him.

"One move towards a weapon by any one of yah and I'll execute you before you ever getta shot off."

The raven-haired Rogue's breath froze in his throat as a sharp arrow came flying towards him. He flinched away in fear, backpedaling a foot only to be staring face to face with the very thing that gave any man nightmares. One thing they learned quick. Not to piss of Yondu Udonta.

"Y-You son of a-..." The man held back a snarl, knowing full well if he edged this guy on any further he'd be dead before he could spit out the curse. So, for now...he backed off, fear evident in his piercing gaze. His men stopped laughing.

Peter snickered some from behind Yondu. They weren't so big and bad with their mouths shut like that. "Nice." Peter whispered towards the Captain, always impressed by his flair for dominance.

With the motioned to them, his crew began unloading, presenting the cargo holds with the illegal fuel containers the other men had asked for. In defeat the Traitorous Nova Core Rouge gave a nod to his own men, each holding their own bags of credits in return.

Reluctantly the other man huffed and looked away briefly. "You won't find any more trouble from us. Now. Will you put your damn arrow away now?" The man grunted out, narrowing his eyes at the Pirate than to the arrow he sicked on him...

Being crossed wasn't something Yondu put up with. Having a reputation was what kept him on top, and that reputation had been earned through a lot of bloodshed. Yondu Udonta demanded respect. He clicked his tongue against his teeth and gave a smirk that was all too dangerous. When the credits were offered up he recalled the arrow, letting it fall into place at his side.

"Good. I like that," He grunted. " Boys take the credits and get what you need. Aint go no reason to stay here longer than we need to." Yondu motioned again to get his crew to move in and take their payment.

"Pleasure doin business with you."

He stood there though, waiting to be sure that every credit was passed over.

The man huffed and fought the urge to roll his eyes. He wasn't going to let this bother him. He just wanted his tanks and get the hell away from the mad man with his shiny stupid arrow. But of course, nothing ever went anyone's way around here. Sure, the Rogues kept their part of a deal but if there was one thing a Pirate needed to learn. Pirates stole from Pirates too.

Without any warning from above them shots run out. Both the Traitor Nova's and the Ravagers all looked around in confusion. Another crew of bandits. The pirate pillaging kind began swarming in from all sides, sending bolts of laser blast in each direction. A black fighter ship came spiraling right for them, shooting off bullets and getting the Nova Captain right in chest, sending the Rouge to the ground in an instant. This was a whole other third party.

"Yondu!" Peter ducked and yelped out. Blast fire was quick to go off from the Nova men towards the Ravagers, in the confusion they thought the third party of bandits where with the Ravagers. Now all hell broke loose as a fire fight erupted. And all too close to a bunch of lit oil containers.

"Y-Yondu!" Peter yelled. But it was too late. One shot then another hit the cargo and a fire blast scorched through the walk ways, sending a burst of hot air and bright lights and confused Rogues and Pirates up in the air with a chorus of screams. The smallest scream came from the child who in the smoke and fire was ripped right out of Yondu's grasp and sent spiraling into the darkness of smoke...

Yondu's reactions weren't quite fast enough. One hand had reached for Peter and his arrow was once more sent out. This time though it sought out the ships. His men could take care of the Rogues. They had their spoils now it was time to go but the new trouble wasn't expected.

Yondu turned, ready to tell Peter to take to the ship so he could send it off before the boy got hurt when the containers exploded.

Peter was literally ripped out of his grip and Yondu tried to guard his face against the burn of fire. The air rushed from his lungs as he tried to get to the other, get his head sorted. Peter. He needed to get to the boy but there was too much smoke. Burned, and bleeding, Yondu snarled as he whistled, shooting the arrow through every ship that threatened to ruin everything even further than it already was.

It wouldn't be long before the entire place was up in arms.

"Get to your ships!" Yondu ordered, "Take this fight out of here!" His eyes snapped around him carefully.

The men left standing and not totally burnt alive by the explosion obeyed their Captain. All of them scurrying to get the hell out of smoke and in the air. One by one the ships took off, taking the firefight with them. Those too wounded or already dead laid about the grounds around Yondu or at least what he could see.

Peter had fallen onto a deeper level below the hanger the meeting had begun in. He laid there on the ground, his head bleeding, totally out like a light but alive.

Boots calmly strode over to the unconscious child and stopped just an inch short of him. Those same snowy locks from before had been lightly ran through with slender fingers. So... he had found him after all.

It wasn't long till there came a scratchy sound in Yondu's ear. "Cap'n?! Cap'n where are you? The hells goin' on down there?" Kraglin yelled into the comm. "Where's the kid? Cap'n?!"

Yondu took it upon himself to load those he could into a ship to send back to Krag. Those living, mostly living, and what dead he could gather that were in large enough pieces and not on fire. " Peter?!" He was searching the whole time too. When the last ship was sent off save for his own, Yondu began searching elsewhere.

"Shit got deep. Had a group come in tryin ta get us. Ima find him. You get the crew sorted," He didn't know HOW he was going to find him but he would. Yondu leaned over the edge of the upper level, eyeing the still flaming bits and pieces. His face was still burning with the heat of the explosion, skin already tight.

"PETER?!"