[ At one point in a conversation with Gaige, Peter had expressed his wish that the team be hired to break up a crazy, psycho, brainwashing group, though a fanatical hope for sentient machines to become thirsty for the blood of their creators was entirely optional. To him, destroying a cult seemed like an excellent team-building exercise, another war story the six of them could tuck under their belts.
("But an oration does not have a tangible form. Or do you mean to write this tale? Is there some Terran tradition for members of a company to transport these stories? Is there significance in storing it beneath the waistband of one's trousers? And how will Groot comply with this custom? He does not wear clothing."
"... Metaphor, Drax.")
Sure, they had razed the Order of the Impending Storm, but in Peter's mind, that didn't count; tearing them apart from the inside out had been entirely personal, entirely pro bono, and entirely satisfying.
(One of the most surprising things about Peter is that he rarely gets angry, especially given the company he keeps. He gets frustrated and annoyed and sometimes a little huffy, all at the drop of a hat. But to get him well and truly angry, one need only to threaten that which he holds most dear. In the Kyln, when a prison guard took his Walkman, it was the first time the Guardians had seen him as such.
On Athenas, when they realized what the Brothers had done to Maya, it was the first time the Guardians had seen him furious.)
It was only natural they were due for a cult-job one of these days, and that day had come in the form of Banton 5, now dubbed the Planet of Mercy. What was once a small mining colony had suddenly become something of a hotspot, all thanks to one Andop Tukkir, who had introduced them to the Way of the Elders. Whatever it was they were doing down there was working, it seemed, with prosperity at an all-time high and new members flying in from other planets almost daily. It would have been a wonderful success story, were it not for the fact that people had started going missing, and were it not for the fact that some of those people had started going dead.
Tukkir, naturally, claimed that his group had no involvement, and the members of the Nova Corps sent to investigate couldn’t verify any sort of link between the cult and the murders.
Enter “Corbin and Zoey Pentecost” (evidently fresh from their first viewing of The Fifth Element, Pacific Rim, and Firefly), who, along with a handful of others, are currently awaiting their opportunity to enter Mercy, Tukkir’s headquarters and cult housing facilities rolled into one.
“Corbin” is looking particularly nervous, but with a hopeful gleam in his eyes as he clutches his lovely wife’s hand. ]
This reminds me of our honeymoon. [ His voice is sort of distant and wistful as he sighs, then leans in close to whisper in “Zoey’s” ear. Nothing in his expression changes, but his voice sharpens and Peter takes on his usual sarcasm. ] Except there are a bunch of crazy people everywhere, and we didn’t have digistruct devices sewn into the linings of our suitcases.
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("But an oration does not have a tangible form. Or do you mean to write this tale? Is there some Terran tradition for members of a company to transport these stories? Is there significance in storing it beneath the waistband of one's trousers? And how will Groot comply with this custom? He does not wear clothing."
"... Metaphor, Drax.")
Sure, they had razed the Order of the Impending Storm, but in Peter's mind, that didn't count; tearing them apart from the inside out had been entirely personal, entirely pro bono, and entirely satisfying.
(One of the most surprising things about Peter is that he rarely gets angry, especially given the company he keeps. He gets frustrated and annoyed and sometimes a little huffy, all at the drop of a hat. But to get him well and truly angry, one need only to threaten that which he holds most dear. In the Kyln, when a prison guard took his Walkman, it was the first time the Guardians had seen him as such.
On Athenas, when they realized what the Brothers had done to Maya, it was the first time the Guardians had seen him furious.)
It was only natural they were due for a cult-job one of these days, and that day had come in the form of Banton 5, now dubbed the Planet of Mercy. What was once a small mining colony had suddenly become something of a hotspot, all thanks to one Andop Tukkir, who had introduced them to the Way of the Elders. Whatever it was they were doing down there was working, it seemed, with prosperity at an all-time high and new members flying in from other planets almost daily. It would have been a wonderful success story, were it not for the fact that people had started going missing, and were it not for the fact that some of those people had started going dead.
Tukkir, naturally, claimed that his group had no involvement, and the members of the Nova Corps sent to investigate couldn’t verify any sort of link between the cult and the murders.
Enter “Corbin and Zoey Pentecost” (evidently fresh from their first viewing of The Fifth Element, Pacific Rim, and Firefly), who, along with a handful of others, are currently awaiting their opportunity to enter Mercy, Tukkir’s headquarters and cult housing facilities rolled into one.
“Corbin” is looking particularly nervous, but with a hopeful gleam in his eyes as he clutches his lovely wife’s hand. ]
This reminds me of our honeymoon. [ His voice is sort of distant and wistful as he sighs, then leans in close to whisper in “Zoey’s” ear. Nothing in his expression changes, but his voice sharpens and Peter takes on his usual sarcasm. ] Except there are a bunch of crazy people everywhere, and we didn’t have digistruct devices sewn into the linings of our suitcases.