After being found on a planet, Y/n had always grown up learning how to fight and steal stuff, considering she was raised by the Ravagers, or one certain Ravager in general. And now, in her late teenage years, she finds herself living with the man wh...
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A NEW DAY came to the prisoners and guards at the Kyln as everyone was now wide awake and doing their own thing for the beginning of the day. The chatters all around the cafeteria were loud as they usually were when the group of five had first came into the room and there was nothing but voices calling out to one another. People were already sitting at tables, playing games, some eating their food rather messily that had Y/n grimace in disgust a bit, even if she had seen it so many times growing up with the Ravagers, who were never clean.
Up above, a drone could be seen flying through the air as it was being controlled by one of the prisoners, laughter echoing throughout the large room. Holding trays in their hands, the group of five found themselves heading towards an empty table, ready to talk about their plan on getting out of the prison and the place Gamora was going to sell the orb. In the watchtower room in the middle of the cafeteria, a guard could be seen inside as he sat by himself, making sure to keep a watchful eye on the prisoners in case if they tried anything too bad that they would actually have to intervene on.
"If we're gonna get out of here, we're gonna need to get into that watchtower. And to do that, I'm gonna need a few things. The guards wear security bands to control their ins and outs. I need one." Rocket informs.
"Leave it to me." Gamora assures.
Rocket uses his head to motion to a prisoner. "That dude, there. I need his prosthetic leg."
"His leg?" Y/n repeats in question.
"Yeah. God knows I don't need the rest of him. Look at him, he's useless." Rocket comments as they get to the empty table. "And finally, on the wall back there is a blank panel. Blinky yellow light. Do you see it?" The others nod. "There's a quarnyx battery behind it. Purplish box, green wires. To get into that watchtower, I definitely need it."
"How are we supposed to do that?" Gamora asks.
"Well, supposably, these bald-bodies find you attractive. So, maybe you can work out some sort of trade." Rocket suggests.
Gamora rolls her eyes. "You must be joking."
"No, I really heard they find you attractive." Rocket insists.
"Look, it's twenty feet up in the air, and it's in the middle of the most heavily-guarded part of the prison. It's impossible to get up there without being seen." Quill reminds.
Rocket shrugs. "I got one plan, and that plan requires a fricking quarnyx battery, so figure it out! Can I get back to it? Thanks. Now, this is important. Once the battery is removed, everything is gonna slam into emergency mode. Once we have it, we gotta move quickly, so you definitely need to get that last."
