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We were all being pushed along, I being in front of the Terran man and behind Gamora. My eyes bore holes in the back of her head. I knew she could feel my violent stare, but did not care. Meanwhile the furry animal was rambling to the Terran.

"I guess most of Nova Corps wanna uphold the laws, but these ones here, they're corrupt and cruel. But, hey that's not my problem. I ain't gonna be here long. I've escaped twenty-two prisons, this one's no different. You two are lucky the broad showed up, because otherwise, me and Groot would be collecting that bounty right now, and you'd be getting drawn and quartered by Yondu and those Ravagers and some other guy."

"Who would want me?"

"How would I know, it didn't say."

I scoffed in anger as he glared at me.

"I will not be brought down by the like of a small animal."

"I have to agree with her on that. I've had a lot of folks try to kill me over the years. I ain't about to be brought down by a tree and talking raccoon." The Terran spoke.

"Hold." The guard spoke as we were all stopped.

"What's a raccoon"

"What's a raccoon? It's what you are, stupid."

I hummed in amusement finding out that the furry animal was a raccoon. Possibly a Terran creature.

"Ain't no thing like me, except me."

The Terran then caught up with Gamora and I, being to close to me. And he spoke towards Gamora.

"So, this orb has a real shiny blue suitcase, Ark of the Covenant, Maltese Falcon sort of vibe. What is it?"

"I am groot."

"So what? What's the orb?" The Terran asked once more.

"I have no words for an honor less thief."

I scoffed in disbelief and she glared at me.

"You are in no place to say such things, Gamora."

She countined to glare at me.

"You member me, no?"

She stared at me a little longer before her eyes slightly widen.

"Pretty high and mighty coming from the lackey of a genocidal maniac. And a thief and murderer."

Gamora and I glared at the raccoon.

"Yeah, I know who you two are. Anyone who's anyone knows who you guys are."

"Yeah, we know who you are."

The Terran then turned to Groot.

"Who are they?"

"I am groot."

"Yeah, you said that."

"I wasn't retrieving the orb for Ronan, I was betraying him. I had an agreement to sell it to a third party."

"I find that very hard to believe."

Gamora once again glared at me.

"If you should be giving the ord to anyone, it should be to me."

"Yeah, wait what? Why do you get the orb?" The Terran asked.

I turned to look up at him.

"My people have protected that orb for generations, it was lost once Thanos and Ronan attacked my home."

They all stayed silent before Groot spoke agian.

"I am groot."

"Well, that's just as fascinating as the first eighty-nine times you told me that. What is wrong with the giving tree, here?"

"Well, he don't know talking good like me and you. So his vocabulistics is limited to 'I' and 'am' and 'groot'. Exclusively in that order." The Raccoon explained.

"Well I tell you what, that's gonna wear real thin, real fast. If I..."

He stops as he sees a blue man holding some device. He then fumes with anger

"Hey. Put that away!"

He then slips into the closing gate and stared at the blue man who put on his device.

"You son of a...Hey! Listen to me, you big blue bastard. Take those headphones off. That's mine, those belong to impound. That tape and that player is mine!" He yelled as the blue guard pulled out a shocking stick and shocked the Terran.

"Hooked on a feeling, Blue Swede, 1973. That song belongs to me!"

The blue guard the  shocks him again. And he's pulled out.

We are then pushed into a room where we are forced to strip off our clothes. I growled as I was sprayed with some orange substance. I was then roughly pushed into a room and thrown a yellow prison suit. I growled as I roughly pulled on the shirt. Not knowing that the Terran and raccoon were watching me. Once I finished putting my pants on I glanced back at them and flashed my sharp teeth and the two.

"What are you looking at." I hissed as they both looked at the floor. I then stepped out as the others followed. We were roughly handed our blankets and we looked around the prison. People were yelling and throwing things at Gamora, while I received dirty glares and your dead Kimonian. I simply ignored them.

"You first! You first!"

"Murderer!"

"Coming for you first, Gamora!"

"You're dead!"

"You're scum! You're scum!"

Were the multiple insults thrown at Gamora as we walked by, the Terran looked back, and as he did, I had a tray thrown at me, it hit the back of my head. I showed no affect and kept my head held high.

"You can't hide anymore Kianamina!"

"We'll come for you!"

"You'll pay!"

The insults didn't faze me at all as we walked further.

"It's like I said, they've got a rep. Alot of prisoners here lot their to Ronan and his goons. The white broad here has probaly killed some of these prisoners families too, maybe stole from them too. They'll last a day, tops." The Raccoon spoke.

"Murderer!"

"The guards will protect them, right?"

"They're here to stop us from getting out. They don't care what we do to each other inside." The Raccoon said.

Gamora then turned to face the Terran and spoke.

"Whatever nightmares the future holds, are dreams compared to what's behind me."

I scoffed at her stupid poetry. And she glared at me.

"Unlike you all, I am not afraid of death. I will meet my fate one way or another."

Then a big blue inmate came towards the Terran and strokes the side of his face.

"Check out the new meat. I'm gonna slather you up in Gunavian jelly, and go to town..."

He was interupted by Groot sticking his fingers up his nose and hoisting him up into the air.

"Let's make something clear! This one here is our booty! You wanna get to him, you go through us! Or, more accurately, we go through you!" The Raccoon spoke as groot dropped the inmate, who was holding his nose and crying in pain.

"I'm with them." The Terran spoke as he stepped over him and followed after the raccoon and Groot. I had to follow Gamora, because they were making us share a cell. We walked as inmates coutinued to throw insults  and items. We walked into our cell, and I hopped onto the top bunk and kept a stright face as they banged on the glass of the cell. Night soon came and I was sleeping when someone entered our cell, I shot up when I was dragged out of my bed.

"No cells gonna protect you for long." The guard spoke as I squirmed in the other inmates grip.

"Take them down to the showers. It'll be easier to clean up the blood down there." He spoke as Gamora and I were dragged away, I squirmed as I tried to scream, but a hand was quickly slapped over my mouth.

We were shoved into the showers and the inmate who was holding me slammed me into the shower and held a knife to my neck.

"Gamora, consider this a death sentence for your crimes against the galaxy." The inmate spoke. While the one holding me down growled at me.

"You killed my brother, so I will repay him by killing you." He growled as I glared at him.

They were then inturupted by antoher inmate who waked in. He was a big gray man with red on him.

"You dare? You know who I am, yes?"

"You're Drax, The Destroyer." The inmate answer.

"And you know why they call me this?"

"You slayed dozens of Ronan's minions."

"Ronan murdered my wife, Ovette, and my daughter, Camaria. He slaughtered them where they stood. And he laughed!"

He then countined.

"Her life is not yours to take. He killed my family, I shall kill one of his in return."

I struggled against the other inmate. As Drax looked over at me.

"I do not care what you do with her." He spook.

I scramed in frustration as he slide his knife down my cheek. I headbutted him and swiftly took his knife.

"If anyone is killing her, it will be me." I firmly spoke.

Drax glared at me once more, while the inmate that held Gamora handed Drax his knife.

"Of cousre, Drax. Here, I...."

Gamora then kicked him and took out two knifes and held them at their throats.

"I'm no family to Ronan or Thanos. I'm your only hope at stopping him."

While I wasn't paying attention the inmate I knocked down grabbed me by my foot, making me fall to the floor, he was quick to get on top of me and hold a knife above his head. While Drax grabbed Gamora by her throat.

"Woman, your words mean nothing to me!"

I then kicked the man in between his legs and grabbed his knife, then I kicked him in his head. Knocking him out, I then slowly stepped back, holding my knife up and growling at the other inmates and I was finally next to the raccoon, while the Terran tried the stop Drax from killing Gamora.

"You okay?" He asked.

I slightly touched my cheek to feel the dried blood and I sighed.

"I am fine."

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey!"

"Oh, crap" the raccoon mumbled.

"He is a complete imbacile." I groaned.

"I know."

I smiled slightly as I patted his head.

"I believe that we will be great companies. My name is Kianamina, what is yours?"

"Rocket." He mumbled and I nodded my head.

"You know, if killing Ronan is truly your sole purpose, I don't think this us the best way to go about it." The Terran spoke.

"Are you not the man this wench attempted to kill?" Drax asked as I sighed. I then gently grabbed Rocket and placed him on my shoulder.

"What the hell!" He whispered.

"It is more comfy up there, no? Besides you can see better." I spoke as he sighed and placed his small hands on my shoulder.

"Well, I mean, she's hardly the first ever women to try and do that to me." He spoke as he pulled up his shirt and pointed at a scar.

"Look, this is from a smoking-hot Rajak girl. Stabbed me with a fork. Didn't like me skipping out on her at sunrise." He said as he showed off another scar .

"He is literally the dumbest man, I have ever met." I mumbled as Rocket nodded his head in agreement.

"I got, right here, a Kree girl tired to rip out my thorax. She caught me with this skinny little A'askavariian who worked in Nova Records. I was trying to get infinformation. You ever see an A'askavariian? They have tentacles and needled for teeth. If you think I'm seriously untreated in that, then...." He trailed off as Drax glared at him.

"You don't care. But here's the point. She betrayed Ronan, he's coming back for her. And when he does, that's when you..." He said as he then drew his finger a crossed his throat. A term I did not understand, and nor did Drax.

"Why would I put my finger on his throat?"

"What? Oh, this is a symbol. This is is a symbol for you slicing his throat."

"I would not slice his throat, I would cut his head clean off."

"It's a general expression for killing somebody."

He then turned to one of the inmates.

"You've heard of this. You've seen this, right? You know what this is." He asked.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Everyone knows."

Drax then glared at the inmate who shook his head no.

"No, no."

The Terran sighed as he looked back over at Drax

"What I'm saying is, you want to keep her alive. Don't do his work for him."

Drax then let Gamora go. And she gaped for air.

"I like your knife. I'm keeping it." Drax spoke as he walked off.

"That was my favorite knife." The inmate spoke as we all walked back to our cells and I gently set down Rocket as he grunted under his breath.

"Listen! I could care less whether you live or die." The Terran spoke, who I learned was Quill.

"Then why stop the big guy?"

"Simple. You know where to sell my orb."

"It is not yours, it belonged to my people. So it is technically my orb."

They all of course ignored my comments.

"How are we gonna sell it when we and it are still here?" Gamora asked.

"My friend Rocket, here, has escaped twenty-two prisons." Quill explained.

"Oh, we're getting out. And then we're headed straight to Yondu to retrieve your bounty." Rocket spoke.

"How much was your buyer willing pay you for my orb?" Quill asked.

"It is my orb." I growled.

"Four billion units." Gamora said.

"What!?"

"Holy shit."

"The orb is my opportunity to get away from Thanos and Ronan. If you free us, I'll lead you to the buyer and I'll split the profit between the four of us."

"I do not want money from you. But to pay me, you can lead me to Thanos so I can kill him."

"Okay." Gamora spoke.

"I am groot."

We all turned to see groot wide awake.

"Back to four of us. Asleep for the danger, awake for the money, as per frickin' usual."

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