Guardians of the galaxy/// starmora content!!

Searching for you

After prepping the ship to be parked, the crew got ready. Stocking up on bullets and armoury, Quill strapped a bullet proof vest to rockets chest much to his protest but he still wore it. Groot slipped into a leather body suit and zipped it up to his neck, taking a deep breathe to fit into it. Peter grabbed his zune, strapped an eight inch fire arm to his belt and a couple hand grenades, he put his zune on shuffle and was greeted by 'I'm not in love' By 10cc, ironic as it was he kept it playing. The beat took over his walk and they all strided off the ship.

The planet was in fact krylorian inhabited, with the streets now bursting with flavour. Something that couldn't be seen from so high up. The guardians jumped into the nearest street alley away from the buzz of the town.

'Ok, here's what we'll do.' For once in all of 5 years Peter Quill had managed to get the whole teams attention, he stood flabbergasted for a good few seconds before carrying on. 'Drax with Groot, Nebula with Rocket and Mantis you come with me, you've all got your earpieces in. If you see anything, go check it out. Don't leave one place unsearched'.

The whole squad managed to get 5 steps away before Drax interrupted.

'That's cool and all Quill, but what are we actually doing?' Drax rubbed his chin.

Groot slapped his forehead and kicked the grey thing in the shin.

'Oh man.' Rocket spat, He and Nebula walked away beginning the search.

'Are you kidding me, you fat grey bastard'. Quills nose twitched 'We are TRYING to find Gamora, you oaf'. Quill pushed Drax back and secured his mask before flying off leaving Mantis to search the streets.

Drax and Groot wandered around the small crevices of the city, peering through shops, knocking on doors with a picture of Gamora held tightly in Groots hand, scanning crowds full of krylorian culture, no luck. Absolutely nothing.

Nebula and Rocket took to the sand dunes that surrounded the city, they scrambled up freefalling sand for 20 minutes before reaching the peak of one.

'Ugh'. Nebula flung herself down. 'I hate my sister for this'.

'Yeah i think we all do.' Rocket took a seat next to the blue marshan but slipped a bit getting down.

Nebula sighed again, she and the rodent had become unlikely friends within the past years, due to a certain person called Thanos. They spent almost every day together rebuilding their lives after losing the people they loved most. They endured lots of pain and sleepless nights through it all, but still remained as optimistic as possible.

'You know Rabbit, if i was Gamora i wouldn't want to be found either.' Unlike most people in the galaxy Nebula felt a comfort in Rocket, she trusted him a lot.

'Really?' The racoon sniffed. 'Not even if you had family?'.

'I think if all i knew was suffering, death and thanos i would want to get as far away from it all.'
The two looked at eachother, they both had pity brewing in their eyes. Waiting for someone to speak, but it wasn't that awkward silence when you have nothing to say. It was the silence that showed they were deep in thought.

'But,' Rocket spoke. 'You stayed. All you knew was pain, violence and murder but you stayed. Don't you think Gamora would do the same.'

'I only stayed because i had to, i had people to look after.' Nebula spluttered turning more purple.

'Like who?'

'Well, I guess it was just the one person. Gamora.'

'Wouldn't she do the same for you.'