Guardians of the galaxy/// starmora content!!

The trash pandas playground

Both creatures heads bolted up when they heard a shout from beneath them.

'There! Up there!'

'Get them'

'We have orders to kill'

10 soldiers of Kree descendant lined up next to the grounded Rocket and kneeling Peter.

'Look, Look, Look fellas' Peter began 'We have no reason to harm you and you have no reason to harm us, let's drop our weapons'

All 10 of the Kree soldiers gripped their guns harder. Steadying their arms to shoot.

'Look dipshits, what i'm trying to say is you don't wanna kill us' Peter continued 'We're the fricking Guardians of the Galaxy killing us would be like killing Jackson 5 except if they were kickass space God musicians. Hell would that be awesome'

'Who?'

'What? Dude...? Where have you been?? the moon?' Quill twisted his head at his irony.

'Quill' Rocket murmered his voice coming cracked.

'Right, Well hear me out-' The Kree soldier shot one bullet that pounded towards Quills forehead, it felt like slow motion but he couldn't move, his eyes lit up as they watched the metal dart descend closer.

Quill felt a burning in his chest, he couldn't escape this time. He was finished, all he could do was sit back and accept the fact that this was it. He winced every second drawing back his hands to his eyes.Suddenly the bullet was over run by another hitting it directly in the middle leaving and millimetre wide crease perfectly proportioned. A female voice cursed behind them, regathering whilst pointing a heavy rifle at the Kree guards.

'Leave it' The female voice bowed

The kree soldiers wrongfully demanded and one by one they were gunned down each hitting the floor with a louder thump. The female stayed poised ready to fire if one of them chose to outlive her gun fire.

'Next time it'll be you i shoot.' The female offered a hand to Peter. 

'Are you kidding me?' Quill stood up 'You?'

'Oh shuuut up' The female rolled her eyes, pushing Quill out the way and sitting next to rocket.

'The racoon okay?'

'I don't know, you tell me'. Quill rubbed his nose.

'Look Quill, i'm not in the mood. I saved your ass for the seventeenth time and you're to petty to even say thank you? What happened to the space bunny?'

Quills tongue lined his top teeth 'Well they shot him' He raised his eyebrows gesturing to the wound.