Rockets eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat.

"This is it! Let's go- carry out the plan!" Peter yelled as he came out of the cockpit, gun in hand. Drax and him stood at either side of the doorway, Gamora going to her designated hiding spot. Rocket knew he should go to his, but he looked to Red who's fur was wet from the tears. She was clutching Groot tight to her chest, like if she held him tighter it'd all go away. Groot looked to Rocket, his wide eyes full of sympathy and the need to stay with Red in her times. Rocket nodded at Groot and he scrambled to his spot. There was a bang on the tail of the ship, a soft clicking then the door dropped open- revealing two pink aliens- one tall and lanky, the other short and solid, both in lab coats.  The taller one had a gun in his hands, not at the ready, just resting.

Red's breath caught in her throat as she stared in horror at the two, holding Groot to close that his pot may have been cracking. The taller alien stepped onto the ship- the shorter staying somewhat behind him. The shorter was the first to finally notice Red.

"There she is! We've been looking everywhere for you Vulpini!" He exclaimed, stepping out from behind the taller and going towards Red.

"Yeah I don't think so." Rocket stepped out of his spot, lugging his gun off his shoulder and the weapon whirring for the ready. Gamora stepped out as well, her gun aimed for the tallest alien's head. They took a step back but were stopped by Peter and Drax blocking the way with their gun and knives aimed.

"Fuck me with a Hersha's Glirkoper." The taller muttered under his breath. Red scrambled behind Rocket, ducking behind him to get as much of herself away from them as possible. The raccoon instinctively squares himself, trying to get bigger to hide her more. Red's too scared to notice, but if she did, she would've grinned.

"Put your gun on the floor- and kick it across to the green lady." Peter said, pushing his gun into the taller one's back. He sighed, and begrudgingly put the gun down, and kicked it to Gamora, who cautiously picked it up. Peter nudged the back of the taller's head.

"Get walking." Peter said. The shorter alien gulped and Drax pointed his knife to his throat. The shorter followed the taller, going to the bay of the ship to be interrogated. They were sat down, Drax blocking the way out of the room. Gamora stood beside Peter, who was standing in front of the two pink men. Rocket, Red and Groot stood off to the side, Rocket's gun no longer aimed- now resting on his shoulder- but ready to blow some holes into a guy at any second.

"So-"

"What do you vermin want with Red?" Gamora interrupted Peter, who looked at her a bit hurt but looked back to the pink aliens.

"Red? Who's-? Oh! You mean the Vulpini!" The shorter one said.

"Why 'Red'? That's a stupid and obvious name, that's like naming me Pink." The taller one said.

"What do you have against her name you piece of shit?" Rocket butted in.

"It's absurd is what I have against it." The taller growled back.

"You really wanna fight with the trigger happy guy who has a loaded gun?" Rocket bumped his gun off his shoulder and aimed it at the taller. His eyes got wide and started scrambling backwards, the shorter taking refuge behind his partner.

"Hey hey! Calm down! Jesus Christ we're trying to find shit out not blow shit up!" Peter said, running a hand through his hair like a man who's had to explain this numerous times. Rocket grumbled and rested his gun on his shoulder again.

"Yeah- dumbass." The shorter muttered under his breath.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" Rocket was about to shot up the place, but Red stepped in front of him.

"Stop! This is ridiculous to keep carrying on like this!" Red said, and she turned to the pink aliens. "What do you want with me? I haven't done anything to you but steal a ship- and if that's what your after- I have no idea where it is."

"What? No! We need to take you back with us or we're doomed! We'll lose our jobs!" The shorter exclaimed.

"What's so wrong with losing your job? Can't you just get another one?" Peter asked.

"Have you never heard of the Repilios being taken over by the Deraxs?" The taller inquired, rolling his eyes when the Guardians showed no sign of knowing what he meant. "We're only alive because of our I.Q.s, and if we don't give the Deraxs what they want we'll be killed. They couldn't care less about us."

"Mr. Saxer will kill us without a doubt. Mercy isn't in his vocabulary." The shorter added.

"Wait, so, if you don't take Red with you, you'll die? Why not just not go back?" Peter asked.

"We'll be found. We all have trackers implanted in our brains. We would naturally just take them out-"

"But if it's tampered with we will be electrocuted- instantly killing us!" The shorter was now in hysterics.

"Well let's just tamper with them then." Rocket said, grinning.

"That's the opposite of what you should do!" The taller said. The conversation kept going, Red slowly going up to the shorter alien as everyone else seemed to be chiming in with what Rocket and the taller were saying. They all got quiet when Red spoke up.

"You're the one who injected me with your D.N.A.. . ." Red said lowly. The shorter looked at her and merely nodded, knowing that if he spoke he'd burst into tears.

"If it weren't for you, I'd still be a normal. . ." Red continued. The alien's white eyes filled with what could be assumed tears- the liquid was purple.

"I-I-I know that you must be mad at-at m-me. I-I was just-"

"Thank you."

Everyone was instantly confused. Both Peter and Rocket's jaws dropped, Gamora looking between Red and the short pink alien then looking to Drax who showed more confusion than he did with those ridiculous metaphors.

"What? What do you mean 'thank you'?" The taller alien voiced what everyone was thinking. "He's the dumbass who made you like that! You're not normal- you can't live by society's terms!"

"Well- I'm thankful for it. Without him I'd still be a dumb fox and I'd still be loner in the middle of a community that hated me." Red explained. She looked to Peter. "We need to help them."

"What? No! They hurt you Red, and weren't you afraid of them just a second ago?" Peter still wasn't understanding Red.

"I was. . . But now I know that they're fighting for their lives too. We're the same."

"Cliché much?" Taller muttered, Rocket kicked his shin, making him hiss in pain.

"Look Red- even if we went down the route that you're wanting to go on- they're going to die." Peter said, moving up to the fox. "With that tracker planted in their brains, there's no way of them getting out of this alive." Peter crouched so he was eye-level with Red. The vixen bit her lip. She held her breath and she started to cry against her own will.

"Oh fuck- Red- shh it's okay!" Peter tried to comfort her. Rocket stood off to the side- biting the inside of his cheek. He knew not to just give in to a crying girl- but he did. He had information that could help save the pink dumbass aliens.

"Ahhhhhgggg Red stop crying- I think I know how to get these guys some help." Rocket said, growling under his breath. He had regretted saying that, he couldn't care less about the aliens that had kidnapped and hurt the fox he was falling for. He honestly wanted them to die, but Red crying was enough to make him spill. Red looked past Peter at the raccoon who was glaring at the floor. She ran up to him and hugged him tightly around the neck.

"Oh Rocket! You just saved these two! Thank you!" Rocket sighed and dropped his gun and reluctantly-but not really- hugged Red back.

"I saved a planet before- what do I care about two pink losers who honestly deserve to die." Rocket muttered. Red pulled away.

"Well I care." Red kissed Rocket's cheek- messing up his fur. Rocket's breath caught in his throat, he growled to hide it and fixed his cheek fur, glaring.

"There's a guy I know a few systems over that specializes in getting microchips off prison escapees." Rocket said, looking at the aliens. "He costs a pretty unit, but I can get us a discount, I'm his best costumer after all." Rocket added, grinning. Rocket looks at the two pink aliens.

"So, you in?"