[ Peter only takes jobs that involve ancient technology buried in long forgotten ruins if and only if said technology does not have the potential to destroy a galaxy. After all, as the old adage goes: "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." The tech must be thoroughly researched. He asks for background checks, fingerprints, personal and professional references, at least two scholarly papers: the works.
... No, that's a lie. Mostly, his deals go like this: "So, what is it that you're lookin' to acquire? Oh, okay, really fucking old thing. Cool, sounds great. Now, let's say this thingie fell into the wrong hands and a gigantic asshole decided to unleash this majigger on a major population, would he be able to obliterate life as we know it?
"No? Awesome. We'll take the job."
Because there's no way in hell Peter is fucking with that shit again -- at least, not without knowing what he's getting into.
The Milano touches down in front of the old facility, nearly reclaimed by time and nature, and Peter thanks his lucky stars that it's not also raining. Silently, though, because he knows how these things work -- say it aloud and BAM. Instant downpour. But the work should be easy enough; they were told beforehand by the boss that the facility's security measures were mostly riddles and puzzles. Being the resident smart-and-clever person, Maya was sent. Being the idiot who went, "Oh, man, that's so cool. So it's like a video game," Peter was also sent.
The rest stayed behind for various reasons, including "not wanting to explode anything" and "not wanting a repeat of the Cave-In of Venlantakh incident."
But when the two of them get to the first hurdle, they realize it had already been hurdled for them, and Peter easily nudges open the door. And the next one. And the next one, and pretty soon they realize someone has gotten here before them. And with how recently the dust had been disturbed, with hardly a chance to resettle? That either means the Guardians have only just missed whoever conveniently solved all these problems for them, or that the person was still here.
So Peter's on alert instantly, and he has both blasters at the ready. He's not taking any chances. ]
Oh, hey, look. This one's done, too. Jee whiz, what a surprise.
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... No, that's a lie. Mostly, his deals go like this: "So, what is it that you're lookin' to acquire? Oh, okay, really fucking old thing. Cool, sounds great. Now, let's say this thingie fell into the wrong hands and a gigantic asshole decided to unleash this majigger on a major population, would he be able to obliterate life as we know it?
"No? Awesome. We'll take the job."
Because there's no way in hell Peter is fucking with that shit again -- at least, not without knowing what he's getting into.
The Milano touches down in front of the old facility, nearly reclaimed by time and nature, and Peter thanks his lucky stars that it's not also raining. Silently, though, because he knows how these things work -- say it aloud and BAM. Instant downpour. But the work should be easy enough; they were told beforehand by the boss that the facility's security measures were mostly riddles and puzzles. Being the resident smart-and-clever person, Maya was sent. Being the idiot who went, "Oh, man, that's so cool. So it's like a video game," Peter was also sent.
The rest stayed behind for various reasons, including "not wanting to explode anything" and "not wanting a repeat of the Cave-In of Venlantakh incident."
But when the two of them get to the first hurdle, they realize it had already been hurdled for them, and Peter easily nudges open the door. And the next one. And the next one, and pretty soon they realize someone has gotten here before them. And with how recently the dust had been disturbed, with hardly a chance to resettle? That either means the Guardians have only just missed whoever conveniently solved all these problems for them, or that the person was still here.
So Peter's on alert instantly, and he has both blasters at the ready. He's not taking any chances. ]
Oh, hey, look. This one's done, too. Jee whiz, what a surprise.