[ Who the hell would even keep a board room at the back of an evil laboratory? (Evil cultists, probably.)
She's crouched slightly lower than Peter, ear to the door. Like him, she can't hear much, but what she can hear makes her blood run cold. She's wondering if it's worth it to try and interrogate these people- if they've been brainwashed, it's likely they won't tell them anything of use, and Maya has no desire to hurt them.
She glances up at Peter, lifting her arm in an approximation of her phaselocking motion, silently asking if capture is ideal here, but whether or not it is doesn't matter, because the door to the lab is flung open again.
This new person isn't one of the vacant-eyed, distant people. He's loud, crass, and obviously has no patience. "Out, both of you," he barks. And when the woman murmurs "Elders be with you" as she goes, he just scoffs and goes "Yeah, whatever."
There's a beat of silence, where Maya assumes that he's waiting for the first two to go, and Maya has a terrified moment where she wonders if these are some of the guards from before, and they've realized that she and Peter are missing. Their mission could be over already and they haven't even found anything...
"Bring her in," says the man, and the order is followed by muffled footsteps and noises of movement. Something dragging across the floor-?
There's a second voice now, still male, but younger than the first, "Didn't we already work on this one? If it doesn't take it doesn't take." Neither of them seem to be brainwashed- or at least what they've been assuming is brainwashed- it's clear in their volume, the way they talk.
"Yeah, but it's the boss' orders. He wants her as one of his wives."
"Man, really? He does know we can only try this so many times, right? I mean, this'll probably kill--"
"I don't make the orders, junior."
"It's fucked up, is all I'm saying."
"Say it a little louder, why don't you. It'll be you we strap to this table next."
During this conversation, Maya has gone from cautious to downright livid. How dare they. How dare they. They have some poor girl strapped to a table and for what? To try and brainwash her to death? They should probably try and take these men alive- get some answers out of them. How they're doing what they're doing and why, but right now all she wants to do is see them die in the slowest, most painful way she can think of.
She tenses visibly, hand going for the doorknob. ]
[ Peter feels his anger boiling as the conversation goes on, and he seriously wants to slam the door open himself and deal with these assholes--
But then he can practically feel Maya's rage coming off her in waves, and he has to force himself to keep his wits about him. He needs to keep a level head, needs to keep them both in check. And when her hand goes for the doorknob, his own hand darts out and grabs her shoulder.
He mouths the words, One alive.
Just one. Doesn't matter what happens to the second, as long as they get info. ]
[ Peter's hand on her shoulder snaps her back to reality, grounds her a little. They have a job to do.
Her little flash of calm doesn't last long, not when the first man responds to the younger one's grumblings with: "Just go get the damn collar."
And suddenly she's back in the abbey, she's scared for her life and so, so angry as they snap that goddamned collar on her neck, and suddenly everything is pain and her body won't do what she tells it to---
She's flinging the closet door open before she realizes what she's doing. She doesn't even reach for the gun at her back- her hand is already coming up, tattoos bright. She's full of rage, and wrath and ruin, and she channels all of that into her phaselock. Once again, she manages to surprise herself, not to mention the two men in the room.
It's the older of the two she catches in her phaselock, and the instant he's lifted off the ground, the acrid smell of slag fills the air. (A scent Gaige often likens to "piss and nachos".) The man is covered in it, it seeps through his clothes, soaking his skin, making him more vulnerable to the wave of destruction that follows- flame and lightning and acid explode and converge inside the bubble of her phaselock. The man screams, but only for a split second, because moments later there's not much of him left.
The younger of the pair is standing wide-eyed in the corner near the closet door. Fortunately- for Peter and Maya, at least- he has a Siren standing with wings unfurled and tattoos bright between him and any chance of escape. Maya doesn't trust herself to turn and face him, so she speaks without turning around, ]
[ He's hissing Maya, wait as she's moving, but he's too late to stop her from slamming the door wide open, before they can form a plan of attack, and so both of his blasters are in his hands as she steps out.
Once Maya gets the first guy in a phaselock, Peter guesses that their plan of attack is just attack.
At her suggestion (it sounds a bit like a command, really), he nods, more for his own benefit than Maya's, seeing as how she's not looking at him. ]
Check on the girl, would you?
[ He does his best to ignore the smell, does his best to ignore the crumpled heap of what used to be a person (also? holy fuck.), and steps toward the younger man. Despite the situation, despite the smell of burnt flesh and ozone, despite the sound of sizzling and bubbling and whimpering as the man realizes how fucked he truly is, Peter smiles while keeping both blasters trained on the guy. ]
Hi there. We just wanna talk. [ A beat, then, ] Actually, I wanna talk. I'm pretty sure my gorgeous girlfriend over here just wants to kill you, but she was nice enough to let you live. So, hey, you tell us what the fuck is going on in this shithole, and we'll totally get out of your hair.
[ Maya doesn't listen to what the man has to say- she doesn't want to hear him beg for his life, she doesn't want to know the details of what they've been doing here.
At Peter's suggestion, she simply nods. Her wings dissipate and she suddenly feels so tired. She doesn't know what the hell she just did or how, and honestly, she doesn't have the energy to think about it.
She moves towards the table at the center of the room, giving the charred remains of the man's body a wide berth. There's a girl there- human, at least in appearance, and young. Barely out of her teens. Maya clenches her jaw, as the last dregs of her anger threaten to bubble up again.
Focus on the girl, she tells herself, and checks for a pulse. It's faint, but there. She has no idea what they've done to her- she needs a doctor, a real one, but in the meantime Maya raises her hand again, and the girl is enveloped in purple light. She doesn't know if her healing abilities are enough to help, but it's all she can do. ]
She's alive. I've done what I can, but she needs a doctor.
[ It's as she's speaking that Peter fires his blaster at the guy, electricity arcing the short distance between the weapon and the man's chest and sending him into convulsions before he finally goes limp on the ground. Not dead -- the settings were too low to kill -- but certainly unconscious, and certainly with the promise of a whole lot of pain when the man finally wakes.
Peter doesn't answer her immediately, in favor of grabbing the guy underneath his armpits and dragging him into the storage closet he and Maya had just vacated. He closes the door and locks it. As an afterthought, he drags a nearby table in front of it, as well.
It's only when that's taken care of that he turns to Maya. ]
We'll make sure the Nova Corps gets her treatment. There's nothing we can do for her now.
[ She watches, face impassive, as Peter hides the man in the closet. She would have killed him. She would have aimed her little Jakobs pistol between his eyes and blown his brains out.
Nova Corps justice was not Maya's justice, but in the end, it wasn't really her place to decide. ]
[ He's checking his guns again before heading back to the exit. And he's-- resolutely not looking at her, doesn't want to see the reaction when he rehashes what the guy told him. ]
They're using collars, but we heard that much, already. Some kind of imperfect tech. If it takes the first time, it's semi-permanent for a few months, then they come in for refreshers. But it doesn't always work. Some people are more resistant to it, I guess. But by then they know too much, and--
[ He falls silent as he listens at the door. ]
We get our hands on one of those collars and it's all the proof we need. Then we high-tail it out of here, take it to the bosses, and let them take care of this shithole.
[ She's not sure how to react at first- she's put two and two together by this point, so on the one hand, she's not completely surprised. On the other--- well, on the other, she's still angry, but she's managed to rein it in some. She's simmering now, instead of boiling over and melting people with every destructive element she can think of. (If she were being honest, that display of power frightened even her.)
She takes a moment to just breathe- to find her center and try to remove herself from the situation, just a little. This can't be personal. It can't, or she's going to do something stupid again, and next time they might not be so lucky. ]
[ He's quiet for a quick second, because he wants to say something reassuring, or something that'll bolster her spirits, but--
He can't quite muster it. Because just a bit ago? Watching that display of her powers? Scary as fuck, and that clearly came from some-- really dark place, or something, and-- he has no idea what to say.
So he just swallows, listens at the door one last time, then leads them down the hall at a brisk pace, moving as silently as he can. ]
[ She thinks she should probably warn him- mention that slag acts as a conductor, and will amplify damage, so even if he's looking to stun, his blasters will probably still kill.
But she keeps it to herself, and she hates herself for it.
[ Second room on the right -- Peter listens at the door again and once more, doesn't hear anything. He eases the door open, revealing another storage room; metal shelves line the walls, and each shelf holds several clear crates containing at least hundreds of collars, probably enough for each person living in the facility. ]
[ He just-- nods. He's not sure if he's saying, "Yeah, I will," or if he's saying, "Yeah, we're kicking his ass."
He grabs the crate closest to him and-- well, they really only need one of these things, but he just grabs a handful and stuffs them in his pocket. The funny thing is, though, just having them on him is seriously creeping him out, even if they're not activated. Just. Jesus, this is creepy as fuck. ]
[ Suddenly there's a hand on her shoulder, yanking her backward, and she whirls around to come face-to-face with, presumably, another one of Tukkir's guards. He's a big man, broad and muscular, and- judging by the odd way his clothing bulges- probably wearing some kind of body armor.
He makes a grab for her arm, but she gets her gun up between them and squeezes the trigger, pouring bullets point-blank into his gut. The bullets don't seem to bother him, but the fire that suddenly catches on the fabric of his clothes sure does. His grip loosens and she breaks away, backing into the storage room to join Peter.
The thunderous sound of footsteps suggest backup is on the way. ]
What do you think the odds are that this place has a back door?
[ Somehow this is calming. It's just fighting, and she's done it a million times before. ]
[ -- shit, Maya's a lot quicker than he is, and the guy is out of the fight before Peter can even say, "Mother fucker."
The sound of more guards on the way, though-- now that's upsetting, and maybe Maya is calm, but Peter sure isn't-- ]
At a guess? I'd say those odds are pretty low.
[ --because he's thinking, I'm not gonna lose her again, and he's thinking of how badly he never wants to see those empty eyes on her face, of how if he sees that lack of recognition one more fucking time, he's seriously going to snap.
Peter has always had a selfish streak, honestly.
It's probably why he's thrusting the swiped collars into her hands and rushing forward to claim a kiss. ]
Wait half a minute, then get back to the others and call in the cavalry. Don't do anything stupid.
[ "I've got that part covered in spades" goes unspoken.
He doesn't wait for an answer, activating his mask and surging forward through the door. As he's slamming it shut behind him, the guards are rounding the corner, and he manages to get the first shots off before he leads them further down the hall and away from the exit. ]
[ she's screaming his name as he goes, but then suddenly he's gone, and footsteps are stampeding past the door and then it's so, so quiet.
She should do what he says. She should call for backup. Let the Nova Corps know what they've found.
She doesn't. As much as Peter doesn't want to lose her, she doesn't want to lose him either. She bursts through the door, but by then the hallway is empty. She shoves the collars into her digistruct device and moves cautiously, quietly down the hall.
They're leaving here together or not at all. She's already made up her mind. ]
Peter's always been good at playing bait, always been seriously awesome at distraction detail, because he loves hurling insults and pointing out when a dude is kinda pudgy or cross-eyed or wow, who taught you how to handle a gun, man? A blind, deaf hamster would be a better shot than you.
It should be pretty easy, in that case, for Maya to follow the noise and the chaos.
Usually, though, the distraction thing has an endpoint, but Peter's only endgame is make sure Maya gets out -- which means he's got to do this as long as he can. So he keeps running and ducking, and it's only through sheer, stupid luck (though he would insist it was skill) that he hasn't been hit.
It's when he's skidding into cover to catch his breath that he overhears one of the goons yell, "Admissions records say he didn't come alone. Find his partner," and he realizes he seriously has to up the ante to keep them focused on him. ]
You guys know who I am, right? Peter Quill. Hero of Xandar and Guardian of the Galaxy.
I'm Star-Lord, bros, and I've got Nova Prime totally wrapped around my finger. We've got the Nova Corps bearing down on your asses as we speak, and only I can call 'em off.
[ -- alright, the fact that they apparently weren't familiar with any of his titles doesn't bother him, really, but at least the mention of Nova Corps gets their attention again. He's up and running again, gunfire taking out pipes and chipping at the floor and walls around him.
[ the trail of destruction is easy enough to follow. Peter's been leading them on on quite the chase.
She has no plan. She doubts Peter has much of a plan either, but that's beside the point. Man, she wishes Zer0 or Gamora were here. She doesn't really do stealth, but she's keeping her eyes open for a chance to start picking some of these assholes off. ]
[ Her moment might come when someone finally has the bright idea to cut him off by taking an adjacent hallway. As Peter's rounding a corner, he's suddenly tackled to the ground before he realizes what's happening. He's damn lucky his helmet took the brunt of the hit when he fell forward, slamming his forehead against the ground -- but it's still enough to leave him dazed, white spots swimming in his vision. By the time he's recovered, he's already surrounded and seriously fucked.
It's only when they have him restrained and disarmed that someone starts barking orders -- Get a collar. Get the boss -- and some of the guards split off from the main group. ]
[ her heart is racing when she hears those orders. She won't let Peter go through what she went through. She won't lose him to this the same way he almost lost her.
Deep breath Maya. She won't be saving anyone if she lets nerves get the best of her. She skirts back, keeping a fair distance from where they have Peter pinned. She can do this. She's fought her way through countless bandit camps. She helped defeat ths Warrior.
The first man to round the corner gets the butt of her gun slammed into his nose. While he's reeling, she puts a bullet in his head. Two more come around the corner, and one instantly goes up in her phaselock- he suffers the same messy death as the man earlier. His friend is close enough to get caught in the torrent of elements, but Maya shoots him too for good measure.
There's one left, but he's smart enough not to charge in blindly. That's when Maya switches out her HellFire for her sniper- it has a wicked-looking bayonet on the front- and she surges around the corner, driving the blade into his gut and pulling the trigger. He goes down, convulsing as electricity surges through him.
She rounds the corner, puts the sight to her eye and targets the guard pinning Peter down. With his head in her crosshairs she pulls the trigger. ]
[ Even as she's taking care of the group that's split off, Peter is struggling to get free, because this? Is seriously one of his stupidest plans to date, and shit, what if they get the collar on him and it works? And that's fucking terrifying, his mind not being his own, his body not being his own.
And what will happen when his team and the Nova Corps come in and see him fighting on the wrong side? They'll squish him like a bug, because he's Terran (or mostly, anyway), and he has nothing special about him, and fuck, he bets Gamora is gonna have an awesome time kicking his ass--
The head of the guard above him fucking explodes (gross), and he doesn't have time to think how or why or what in the ever-loving-fuck, just surges to his feet and fights hard and dirty and desperate. ]
[ In the chaos that ensues, Maya holds her ground, picking off guards every time she gets an opening.
One gets too close to Peter for comfort, and she pops him up in her phaselock. Slag and flame and electricity and acid pour over the battlefield. The crowd is thinning, at least. She can only hope Peter gets out of there okay. ]
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She's crouched slightly lower than Peter, ear to the door. Like him, she can't hear much, but what she can hear makes her blood run cold. She's wondering if it's worth it to try and interrogate these people- if they've been brainwashed, it's likely they won't tell them anything of use, and Maya has no desire to hurt them.
She glances up at Peter, lifting her arm in an approximation of her phaselocking motion, silently asking if capture is ideal here, but whether or not it is doesn't matter, because the door to the lab is flung open again.
This new person isn't one of the vacant-eyed, distant people. He's loud, crass, and obviously has no patience. "Out, both of you," he barks. And when the woman murmurs "Elders be with you" as she goes, he just scoffs and goes "Yeah, whatever."
There's a beat of silence, where Maya assumes that he's waiting for the first two to go, and Maya has a terrified moment where she wonders if these are some of the guards from before, and they've realized that she and Peter are missing. Their mission could be over already and they haven't even found anything...
"Bring her in," says the man, and the order is followed by muffled footsteps and noises of movement. Something dragging across the floor-?
There's a second voice now, still male, but younger than the first, "Didn't we already work on this one? If it doesn't take it doesn't take." Neither of them seem to be brainwashed- or at least what they've been assuming is brainwashed- it's clear in their volume, the way they talk.
"Yeah, but it's the boss' orders. He wants her as one of his wives."
"Man, really? He does know we can only try this so many times, right? I mean, this'll probably kill--"
"I don't make the orders, junior."
"It's fucked up, is all I'm saying."
"Say it a little louder, why don't you. It'll be you we strap to this table next."
During this conversation, Maya has gone from cautious to downright livid. How dare they. How dare they. They have some poor girl strapped to a table and for what? To try and brainwash her to death? They should probably try and take these men alive- get some answers out of them. How they're doing what they're doing and why, but right now all she wants to do is see them die in the slowest, most painful way she can think of.
She tenses visibly, hand going for the doorknob. ]
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But then he can practically feel Maya's rage coming off her in waves, and he has to force himself to keep his wits about him. He needs to keep a level head, needs to keep them both in check. And when her hand goes for the doorknob, his own hand darts out and grabs her shoulder.
He mouths the words, One alive.
Just one. Doesn't matter what happens to the second, as long as they get info. ]
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Her little flash of calm doesn't last long, not when the first man responds to the younger one's grumblings with: "Just go get the damn collar."
And suddenly she's back in the abbey, she's scared for her life and so, so angry as they snap that goddamned collar on her neck, and suddenly everything is pain and her body won't do what she tells it to---
She's flinging the closet door open before she realizes what she's doing. She doesn't even reach for the gun at her back- her hand is already coming up, tattoos bright. She's full of rage, and wrath and ruin, and she channels all of that into her phaselock. Once again, she manages to surprise herself, not to mention the two men in the room.
It's the older of the two she catches in her phaselock, and the instant he's lifted off the ground, the acrid smell of slag fills the air. (A scent Gaige often likens to "piss and nachos".) The man is covered in it, it seeps through his clothes, soaking his skin, making him more vulnerable to the wave of destruction that follows- flame and lightning and acid explode and converge inside the bubble of her phaselock. The man screams, but only for a split second, because moments later there's not much of him left.
The younger of the pair is standing wide-eyed in the corner near the closet door. Fortunately- for Peter and Maya, at least- he has a Siren standing with wings unfurled and tattoos bright between him and any chance of escape. Maya doesn't trust herself to turn and face him, so she speaks without turning around, ]
You'd better grab him Peter.
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Once Maya gets the first guy in a phaselock, Peter guesses that their plan of attack is just attack.
At her suggestion (it sounds a bit like a command, really), he nods, more for his own benefit than Maya's, seeing as how she's not looking at him. ]
Check on the girl, would you?
[ He does his best to ignore the smell, does his best to ignore the crumpled heap of what used to be a person (also? holy fuck.), and steps toward the younger man. Despite the situation, despite the smell of burnt flesh and ozone, despite the sound of sizzling and bubbling and whimpering as the man realizes how fucked he truly is, Peter smiles while keeping both blasters trained on the guy. ]
Hi there. We just wanna talk. [ A beat, then, ] Actually, I wanna talk. I'm pretty sure my gorgeous girlfriend over here just wants to kill you, but she was nice enough to let you live. So, hey, you tell us what the fuck is going on in this shithole, and we'll totally get out of your hair.
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At Peter's suggestion, she simply nods. Her wings dissipate and she suddenly feels so tired. She doesn't know what the hell she just did or how, and honestly, she doesn't have the energy to think about it.
She moves towards the table at the center of the room, giving the charred remains of the man's body a wide berth. There's a girl there- human, at least in appearance, and young. Barely out of her teens. Maya clenches her jaw, as the last dregs of her anger threaten to bubble up again.
Focus on the girl, she tells herself, and checks for a pulse. It's faint, but there. She has no idea what they've done to her- she needs a doctor, a real one, but in the meantime Maya raises her hand again, and the girl is enveloped in purple light. She doesn't know if her healing abilities are enough to help, but it's all she can do. ]
She's alive. I've done what I can, but she needs a doctor.
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Peter doesn't answer her immediately, in favor of grabbing the guy underneath his armpits and dragging him into the storage closet he and Maya had just vacated. He closes the door and locks it. As an afterthought, he drags a nearby table in front of it, as well.
It's only when that's taken care of that he turns to Maya. ]
We'll make sure the Nova Corps gets her treatment. There's nothing we can do for her now.
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Nova Corps justice was not Maya's justice, but in the end, it wasn't really her place to decide. ]
So, what do we do now?
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They're using collars, but we heard that much, already. Some kind of imperfect tech. If it takes the first time, it's semi-permanent for a few months, then they come in for refreshers. But it doesn't always work. Some people are more resistant to it, I guess. But by then they know too much, and--
[ He falls silent as he listens at the door. ]
We get our hands on one of those collars and it's all the proof we need. Then we high-tail it out of here, take it to the bosses, and let them take care of this shithole.
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She takes a moment to just breathe- to find her center and try to remove herself from the situation, just a little. This can't be personal. It can't, or she's going to do something stupid again, and next time they might not be so lucky. ]
Did he tell you where to find one?
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Down the hall, second room on the right.
[ He takes a breath, then turns back to her. ]
We gotta do this quick. I'm sure they'll be missing those two dickwads soon. You ready?
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He can't quite muster it. Because just a bit ago? Watching that display of her powers? Scary as fuck, and that clearly came from some-- really dark place, or something, and-- he has no idea what to say.
So he just swallows, listens at the door one last time, then leads them down the hall at a brisk pace, moving as silently as he can. ]
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But she keeps it to herself, and she hates herself for it.
She just follows him silently. ]
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-- Holy shit.
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She really hopes the Nova Corps take it upon themselves to burn this place to the ground. ]
If we see that motherfucker again on the way out, you're going to have to hold me back.
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He grabs the crate closest to him and-- well, they really only need one of these things, but he just grabs a handful and stuffs them in his pocket. The funny thing is, though, just having them on him is seriously creeping him out, even if they're not activated. Just. Jesus, this is creepy as fuck. ]
Let's just get the fuck out of here.
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[ Suddenly there's a hand on her shoulder, yanking her backward, and she whirls around to come face-to-face with, presumably, another one of Tukkir's guards. He's a big man, broad and muscular, and- judging by the odd way his clothing bulges- probably wearing some kind of body armor.
He makes a grab for her arm, but she gets her gun up between them and squeezes the trigger, pouring bullets point-blank into his gut. The bullets don't seem to bother him, but the fire that suddenly catches on the fabric of his clothes sure does. His grip loosens and she breaks away, backing into the storage room to join Peter.
The thunderous sound of footsteps suggest backup is on the way. ]
What do you think the odds are that this place has a back door?
[ Somehow this is calming. It's just fighting, and she's done it a million times before. ]
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The sound of more guards on the way, though-- now that's upsetting, and maybe Maya is calm, but Peter sure isn't-- ]
At a guess? I'd say those odds are pretty low.
[ --because he's thinking, I'm not gonna lose her again, and he's thinking of how badly he never wants to see those empty eyes on her face, of how if he sees that lack of recognition one more fucking time, he's seriously going to snap.
Peter has always had a selfish streak, honestly.
It's probably why he's thrusting the swiped collars into her hands and rushing forward to claim a kiss. ]
Wait half a minute, then get back to the others and call in the cavalry. Don't do anything stupid.
[ "I've got that part covered in spades" goes unspoken.
He doesn't wait for an answer, activating his mask and surging forward through the door. As he's slamming it shut behind him, the guards are rounding the corner, and he manages to get the first shots off before he leads them further down the hall and away from the exit. ]
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She should do what he says. She should call for backup. Let the Nova Corps know what they've found.
She doesn't. As much as Peter doesn't want to lose her, she doesn't want to lose him either. She bursts through the door, but by then the hallway is empty. She shoves the collars into her digistruct device and moves cautiously, quietly down the hall.
They're leaving here together or not at all. She's already made up her mind. ]
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Peter's always been good at playing bait, always been seriously awesome at distraction detail, because he loves hurling insults and pointing out when a dude is kinda pudgy or cross-eyed or wow, who taught you how to handle a gun, man? A blind, deaf hamster would be a better shot than you.
It should be pretty easy, in that case, for Maya to follow the noise and the chaos.
Usually, though, the distraction thing has an endpoint, but Peter's only endgame is make sure Maya gets out -- which means he's got to do this as long as he can. So he keeps running and ducking, and it's only through sheer, stupid luck (though he would insist it was skill) that he hasn't been hit.
It's when he's skidding into cover to catch his breath that he overhears one of the goons yell, "Admissions records say he didn't come alone. Find his partner," and he realizes he seriously has to up the ante to keep them focused on him. ]
You guys know who I am, right? Peter Quill. Hero of Xandar and Guardian of the Galaxy.
I'm Star-Lord, bros, and I've got Nova Prime totally wrapped around my finger. We've got the Nova Corps bearing down on your asses as we speak, and only I can call 'em off.
[ -- alright, the fact that they apparently weren't familiar with any of his titles doesn't bother him, really, but at least the mention of Nova Corps gets their attention again. He's up and running again, gunfire taking out pipes and chipping at the floor and walls around him.
Sorry your boyfriend is such an idiot.]
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She has no plan. She doubts Peter has much of a plan either, but that's beside the point. Man, she wishes Zer0 or Gamora were here. She doesn't really do stealth, but she's keeping her eyes open for a chance to start picking some of these assholes off. ]
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It's only when they have him restrained and disarmed that someone starts barking orders -- Get a collar. Get the boss -- and some of the guards split off from the main group. ]
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Deep breath Maya. She won't be saving anyone if she lets nerves get the best of her. She skirts back, keeping a fair distance from where they have Peter pinned. She can do this. She's fought her way through countless bandit camps. She helped defeat ths Warrior.
The first man to round the corner gets the butt of her gun slammed into his nose. While he's reeling, she puts a bullet in his head. Two more come around the corner, and one instantly goes up in her phaselock- he suffers the same messy death as the man earlier. His friend is close enough to get caught in the torrent of elements, but Maya shoots him too for good measure.
There's one left, but he's smart enough not to charge in blindly. That's when Maya switches out her HellFire for her sniper- it has a wicked-looking bayonet on the front- and she surges around the corner, driving the blade into his gut and pulling the trigger. He goes down, convulsing as electricity surges through him.
She rounds the corner, puts the sight to her eye and targets the guard pinning Peter down. With his head in her crosshairs she pulls the trigger. ]
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And what will happen when his team and the Nova Corps come in and see him fighting on the wrong side? They'll squish him like a bug, because he's Terran (or mostly, anyway), and he has nothing special about him, and fuck, he bets Gamora is gonna have an awesome time kicking his ass--
The head of the guard above him fucking explodes (gross), and he doesn't have time to think how or why or what in the ever-loving-fuck, just surges to his feet and fights hard and dirty and desperate. ]
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One gets too close to Peter for comfort, and she pops him up in her phaselock. Slag and flame and electricity and acid pour over the battlefield. The crowd is thinning, at least. She can only hope Peter gets out of there okay. ]
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