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CHAPTER SIX━━ the great escape

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          IN BETWEEN THE THUNDEROUS SOUNDS OF BULLETS and the electric whizzing of sparks, Midas stood with her gun, aiming at everyone who formed a threat to her, Rocket and Groot. But she still missed her staff, the one she created herself all those years ago. She had always been more of a fan of close combat, she was afterall better at it.

"Rocket!" Gamora called out from somewhere just as Rocket was out of bullets and Midas  watched as Gamora threw the armband towarda the racoon.

He easily caught the metal bracelet before turning to look at her and Groot. "Move to the watchtower."

Midas nodded, and being the only one of the two left with some bullets in her gun started to fire away to give the group a headstart. When her clip was empty she hauled her ass towards the guard tower where she watched amazed as Groot grew his branches around the tower and before she knew it, he had some wrapped around her torso, lifting her up.

Gamora held her hand out for the brunette and Midas grabbed it quickly before the green skinned woman hauled her up the platform.

She watched over the railing as Peter started to climb towards them in hurry, the prosthetic leg in his arms but her eyes widened at the sight of a security sentinel approaching the man. "Peter!"

His eyes widened as he stared at the robot, finally noticing it, but to his surprise it was taken down as Drax jumped on top of it, taking it down easily as he ripped it apart.

"You! Men who has lain with an  A'askavariian."

"It was one time, man" Peter groaned loudly

Midas grinned before shaking her head as she followed after Rocket who was already walking towards the door.

As the doors to the watchtower opened and she slung the gun— well empty gun, not that the man knew that, on her shoulder, glaring at the guard. She smirked when he raised his hands in surrender and the group walked inside.

Midas almost dragged him out of his seat and Gamora shoved him towards Groot who wrapped his branches around him and flung him outside the tower like a ragdoll.

"Spare me your foul gaze, woman" Drax grumbled as he and Peter entered the room and Midas gave Peter a surprised look but he only shrugged and gave her a sheepish smile.

"Why is this one here?" Gamora asked irritated, pointing at Drax, displeasure written all over her face.

"I promised he could stay by your side until he kills your boss. I always keep my promises, when they're to muscle-bound whack-jobs who will kill me if I don't." Quill told her matter-of-factly.

Midas shrugged, she too could understand Peter's reasoning for not wanting to get on the man's bad side. "Fair enough."  She stated before looking at Rocket. "So, what now?"

"Here you go." Peter said proudly, quite pleased with himself as he dropped the prosthetic leg on the panel next to Rocket.

"Oh, I was just kidding about the leg, I just need this two things." Rocket laughed, brushing Peter confused look ofg, before focusing back on the panel.

"What?" Peter asked suprised, blinking a few times.

"I thought it be funny." Rocket gushed, casting a glance at Quill. " Was it funny? Wait, what did he look like hopping around?" Rocket raved, now fully focusing his attention on Peter. 

"I had to transfer him 30 thousand units." Quill fumed, staring angrily at the back of Rocket's head.

"How are we gonna leave?" Drax inquired after a moment of silence

Midas flinched as suddenly, numerous shots were fired at one of the windows and she ducked in reflex until she noticed the bullets didn't penetrate the glass.

"Well, he's got a plan. " Peter commented. "Or is that another thing you made up?" He said the second part to Rocket.

"I have a plan, I have a plan." The racoon assured him as he continued pressing down several buttons on the panel.

"Cease your yammering and relieve us from this irksome confinement." Drax demanded forcefully

"Yeah, I'll have to agree with the walking. thesaurus on that one." Peter readily agreed when another shot was fired at the glass.

"Do not ever call me a thesaurus." 

"It's just a metaphor, dude." Midas exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

"His people are completely literal. Metaphors are gonna go over his head." Rocket informed them.

"Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast. I would catch it."

"I'm gonna die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy." Gamora spoke up from besides Midas.

"Those are some big guns." Peter declared looking outside where multiple guards where stationed.

Midas gulped as she saw the guns. "Rocket, if you could— I don't know, hurry up. It would be greatly appreciated."

"Rodent, we are ready for your plan." Gamora announced urgently as the first shot was fired and a small crack appeared on the glass.

"Hold on." He snapped rushing around the panel.

"I recognize this animal. We'd roast them over a flame pit as children. Their flesh was quite delicious." Drax suddenly exclaimed and Midas furrowed her eyebrows.

"Not helping!" Rocket hissed annoyed.

     Midas shut her eyes tightly shit as she waited for the finale shot to be fired, but when she heard nothing she slowly opened her eyes to see everyone outside hge tower floating in the air.

"He turned off the artificial gravity, everywhere but in here." Gamora breathed out astounded.

Midas watched as Rocket pushed yet another button, separating them from the watchtower and using the robots to stir them in the right direction. The brunette tumbled forwards as they suddenly dropped downwards but someone grabbed her arm and she glanced over her shoulder to see Peter. "I've got you."

She gave him a small smile, grabbing on the dashboard, but Peter still held a firm grip on her arm 

"I told you I had a plan." This time everyone knew not to understimate Rocket ever again.

They went trough one of the doors, ramming against the walls and after a second they crashed to the ground.

"That was a pretty good plan."  Peter grinned excitedly.

They all searched for their clothes and stuff and, Midas smiled as she found her leather jacket and her staff still intact. She didn't hesitate to put her clothes on this time in front of the others and before she knew it she was back in her own clothes, smiling brightly, thrilled to be almost free again.

"There it is. Get to my ship, it's the Milano, the orange and blue one over in the corner." Peter pointed towards a starship through a small window.

"They crumpled my pants up into a ball. That's rude! They folded yours." Rocket complained, holding his pants up.

"The Orb's there. Let's go. " Gamora told the group as she and Midas watched Peter grab his stuff

"Wait-wait-wait." Peter said, his voice sounded panicked as he searched between his stuff in desperation.

"What's wrong?" Midas asked.

"That bastard didn't put it back."

"Put what back?" Gamora wondered.

He didn't answer her as he thrusted his bag in Gamora's arms. "Here go to the ship, I'll be right back."

"How are you going to possibly—"

    "Just keep the Milano close by." He ordered and both girls were about to protest. "Go." He urged before running off.

Midas sighed rubbing her temples. "Idiot."

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MINUTES PASSED WITH NO SIGN OF QUILL ANYWHERE WHILE they all waited for the man to show up. Midas had already claimed the pilot seat and had prepared to take of immediately if Peter even came back at all.

"Well, how's he gonna get to us?" Rocket wondered looking between the group.

"He declined to share that information with us." Gamora grumbled annoyed.

"Well, screw this, then! I ain't waiting around for some humie with a death wish. You got the Orb, right?" Rockets exclaimed finally running out of patience.

"Yes." Gamora replied opening the bag and Midas' eyes narrowed when Gamora dumped the content out, but there was no orb. 

"Sneaky bastard." She growled, throwing herself against the comfortable seat

"If we don't leave now, we will be blown to bits." Rocket insited.

"No!" Gamora shouted. "We're not leaving without the Orb."

"Behold." Drax interrupted them, looking out a window. Following his gaze, Midas watched as Peter flew in space.

Midas watched as Drax helped Peter inside the ship. "This one shows spirit. He shall make a keen ally in the battle against Ronan." Drax told them happily "Companion, what were you retrieving?"

Midas watched as Quill handed him his mix tape and walkman and she narrowed her eyes at him. "You're one crazy son of a bitch!" She exclaimed furiously.

Peter finally seemed to notice her and he narrowed his eyes. "Hey— hey! Get out of my seat!"

"Fuck of rocket man, you've done enough for the day." She grumbled before shaking her head turning the last switch above her head and the ship thrusted forward and away from Klyn.

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