Light Years Away

"Humble my ass."

*26 years later*

"Parker!"

I felt my wrist communicator vibrate violently as Yondu's face popped up. I glanced down at the device, rolling my eyes as I brought it up to my face, holding the button down.

"Yeah, Yondu?"

"I need you and Quill in the cockpit."

"I'm on my way." I huffed, swinging my legs over to the side of the bed.

"What about Quill?"

"I don't know where he's at." I frowned, shutting the door as I walked in the direction of the cockpit.

"Listen here, girl-"

I rolled my eyes, muting his line as I head in the direction of the Docking Bay, muttering a few choice words as I walked to the Milano, opening the door.

"Peter." I called out, walking down the hallway.

"Over here."

I turned to the direction of the sound, coming from the flight deck up a level. I climbed the ladder, poking my head up to see him with his feet on the dash, looking out at the Galaxy.

"Hey Pete."

He turned to look at me, smiling. "Hey Mel, what's up?"

I shrugged, resting my elbows on the floor, "Not much, I was having a good nap until Yondu reared his ugly head."

He grimaced, "What's he want?"

"Hell if I know," I shrugged, "He just sent me to fetch you, said he wanted us to meet in the cockpit."

"Wonder what he needs from us, he never asks us for anything." Peter wondered, flipping a few switches.

I shrugged, "Not sure, I muted him."

He chuckled, lifting himself up from his pilot seat and trudging over, tapping the bottom of his shoe against my forehead. "Alright, let's see what the asshole wants."

*

Yondu turned to us as he heard the air lock hiss, his face stoic as we walked up to him, "I need you two to go on a mission."

I glanced up at Peter, crossing my arms as I stared at Yondu, "Where at?"

"Last time I checked, we weren't allowed off the ship because you didn't trust us." Peter spoke, mimicking me.

Yondu glared, projecting a picture of a deserted planet.

"Isn't that Morag?" Peter asked, looking at the ancient buildings and stormy atmosphere.

"Who gives a shit, I want what's in that building." Yondu snapped, pointing at the ruins. I frowned, "What exactly is that?"

"Ancient artifact, millennia's old. Worth a lot of dough, more importantly." Yondu briefed us on.

I walked towards the projection, scanning the area of the building. "So, when we get it," I started, turning to Yondu, "What are you going to do with it?"

He pursed his lips, "I made a deal with The Broker, back on Xandar."

I inspected the ruins once more, turning to Peter for his input.

"Easy enough." Peter concluded with a simple shrug. I nodded in agreement.

"Good, because you leave in 30 minutes. Get ready." Yondu dismissed us. I frowned, turning to leave the room with a sour look on my face.