This is a story about a beautiful rebellious outlaw, she finds herself going through space with 'the guardians of the galaxy' ending up in jail, Drax protected her and ended up going with them.
The question is will the 'Diamond widow' fall for Rock...
"We promised him he could stay by your side until he kills your boss. I always keep my promises, when they're to muscle -bound whack- jobs who will kill me if I don't. Plus, that's his plus one" "looks to me, she's just his special cargo" I snap my neck to Gamora.
"Excuse me Fiona from Shrek 1, 2 and fucking 3, I'm not his special cargo. You might wanna get yourself checked before I check you" I say,
"Enough you two. Here you go." Patrick gives a prosthetic leg to Rocket "Oh I was just kidding about that leg. I just need these two things." -"What?" "No, I thought it‟d be funny. Was it funny?" Rocket ask, looking around. I nod, giggling a bit "Wait, what did he look like hopping around?" "I had to transfer him 30,000 units" Peter says, a bit annoyed. Both me and Rocket started laughing,
"How are we going to leave?" "Well, he‟s got a plan. Right? Or is that another thing you made up?" Patrick ask Rocket "I have a plan! I have a plan!" He yells, I sighed.
"Cease your yammering and relieve us from this irksome confinement." "Yeah, I'll have to agree with the walking thesaurus on that one."
Looking offended, Drax snaps his head at Peter "Do not ever call me a thesaurus" "It's just a metaphor, dude."
"His people are completely literal" I said "yeah, metaphors are gonna go over his head." Rocket finishes, honestly I didn't want to say that because it'll sound rude. I glared at Rocket
"Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast. I would catch it."
"I'm gonna die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy." Gamora shakes her head out of belief as the prison guards surround the watchtower carrying large weapons
"Those are some big guns." I said, jumping beside Rocket
Head Riot Guard: "On my command! Number one!" one of the guards shoots his weapon which hits one of the watchtower glass windows
"Rodent, we are ready for your plan." Gamora says, I felt Rocket get angry "Hold on!" He growled
Head Riot Guard: "Number two!"another guard shoots his weapon which hits the other side of the watchtower
"I recognize this animal." Drax said "We'd roast them over a flame pit as children. Their flesh was quite delicious." I look up at him with disgust "Not helping!" I said "hey cat... can you help me?" Rocket asked
"sure" both neck to neck, on the computer. Typing fast 'we need to turn off the artificial gravity'
Head Riot Guard: "Number three!"another shoots their weapon which hits another glass window of the watchtower leaving a massive crack "All fire on my command!"
Rocket and I works as fast as we can to save everyone in the watchtower "Three! Two! One!" just then Rocket rigs to turn off the gravity making everyone in the prison start floating.
I sigh out of the relief, putting my hand (paw) on my chest.
"You turned off the artificial gravity, everywhere but in here." Gamora says, I switch some switches and played around "Rocket, get us out of here"
" I told you I had a plan." Rocket disconnects the watchtower from its base, then uses the security droids to attach to the base of it and uses the droids jets to fly the watchtower out of the prison "thanks" Rocket whispers to me, I smile and nod to him.
"That was a pretty good plan." Peter says, we get out of the watchtower, the others go grab their personal stuff and Peter looks for his spaceship "Yeah! There it is. Get my ship. It's the Milano, the orange and blue one over in the corner." Peter says,
I see my clothes neatly folded next to Rocket "They crumpled my pants up into a ball. That's rude! They folded yours." I giggle, walking out to get dress.
I walk in wearing
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With my choker ( from the 1st chapter ) And my holster. Rocket looks over, looking me up and down,
"Just keep the Milano close by. Go. Go" Peter runs off, I jump on Drax shoulder. We head to his ship and I sigh "Well, how's he gonna get to us?" I asked "He declined to share that information with me." Gamora says
"Well, screw this, then! I ain't waiting around for some humie with a death wish. You got the orb, right?" Rocket asked
"Yes" Gamora said, looking in the bag I suspect Peter gave her and it wasn't their.
"Shit" I growled, my ears going down.
"If we don't leave now, we will be blown to bits." Rocket screams
"No! We're not leaving without the orb" Gamora says back.
Drax and I notices Peter flying towards us
"Behold." Drax say as we help Peter board onto the Milano "This one shows spirit. He shall make a keen ally in the battle against Ronan." to Peter "Companion, what were you retrieving?" Peter gives Drax the Walkman, making my face drop "You're an imbecile." I say, jumping off Drax shoulder and walking away as we started flying off in the Milano.
