Morag, 2014- Soda's POV
I hate this planet.
It's so empty and dark. Brings back bad memories. The landscape is desolate and burnt, almost exactly like how my home planet looked after the explosion. All I wanted at that moment was to go back to the Milano. Peter looked at me and seemed to notice how I was feeling and spoke to me through the commlink that connected his helmet to my mask.
"You good, Space Sis?"
And what do I do? I lie, obviously.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Let's just get the orb and get outta this place."
Peter nodded and pulled out his hologram device. He started it up, and we could see things that had been there before. I paused just outside when I spotted a young girl, playing with her dog. She had no clue that her world would soon fall, taking her and her beloved pet with it. She reminded me of myself, remembering my time on Solaris with my best friend, Sky... I felt Peter tap my shoulder, jerking me back to reality.
"Is that it?" he asked, jerking his thumb at a temple.
I nodded. "Let's do this, Space Bro."
As soon as we walked in the temple, I removed my mask. Peter internally panicked for a second, but I just turned to him and gave him a thumbs up.
"Air's breathable!"
He took off his helmet.
"SODA WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! YOU FREAKING IDIOT!"
"Would I still be an idiot if I let you pick the song?" I said, smiling slightly. He sighed, unable to stay mad at me for long.
"Yes, you would. But you would be my favorite idiot," he said.
"I can live with that."
He chose Come and Get Your Love by Redbone. Both of us started dancing around like the idiots we are, spinning around the debris-covered ground.
Once we finally reached the chamber, Peter turned to me. "Did you bring the electromagnet?"
"Of course I brought the electromagnet. If anyone here's gonna make a stupid mistake, it's you."
He rolled his eyes in fake annoyance before placing the magnet on the floor. The magnet was pulled to it. I picked it up before we performed our secret handshake- typical Star-Siblings routine.
Suddenly, a man with cybernetics on his head and a bunch of Sakaaran soldiers run in, holding weapons at us.
"DROP IT!" the robot-head yelled.
"Hello there," I said in my best Obi Wan Kenobi impression as they surrounded us.
"DROP IT NOW!"
"Hey, cool, man. No problem. No problem at all." I dropped the orb, and the robot-head picked it up.
I am I stupid, idiotic moron.
"How do you know about this?" the robot-head said to us.
"We don't even know what that is. We're just junkers, man. We were just... just checking stuff out," Peter said, struggling to come up with something. I nodded.
"You don't look like junkers. You're wearing Ravager gear."
"It's... a fashion statement," I said.
I am a stupid, idiotic moron.
One Sakaaran suddenly jabs Peter hard in the ribs with his gun. "Hey Ninja Turtle, you'd better stop poking me."
"What are your names?!" the robot-head asked.
"My name is Peter Quill, okay? This is my sister, Soda. Dude, chill out."
"Move!"
"Why?"
I am a stupid, idiotic moron.
"Ronan may have questions for you."
"Hey, you know what? There are other names you might know us by." Peter turned back towards us. I smiled.
"Star-Lord and Star-Light," I said, ready for the impact it would cause.
"...Who?" the robot-head said.
Not the impact I was looking for.
"Star-Lord and Star-Light, man. Legendary outlaws? Guys???"
"Move!"
"Ah, screw this." I muttered under my breath.
I kicked the shock-glow-sphere behind me, and it electrocuted the two Sakaaran soldiers. Peter pulled out his blasters and shot the robot-head in the chest. I grabbed the orb as it rolled on the ground and picked it up. Somehow, however, the robot-head is still alive. He hoisted his blaster and fired. I jumped on Peter, pushing him to the ground, and the blast blew a hole in the wall behind us. I just smiled.
"Thanks for the quick exit, morons!"
We each quickly activated our headgear, turned on our jet boots, and flew away.
The robot-head continued to shoot at us as we fell with style outside, and then fell with very little style onto the ashy ground. After a quick recovery, we sprinted across the rugged terrain towards the Milano.
We each glanced behind us and saw the robot-head drop from the temple. We quickly turned back around, and continued to run towards the Milano, when we ran right into another group of Sakaarans. They all lifted their blasters, and began to shoot at us.
Fan-freaking-tastic, am I right?
We immediately turned and ran in the opposite direction. Peter whipped around, pulling an electromagnet from his jacket pocket. Then he wound up his arm before yeeting the electromagnet at the Sakaarans. It landed in the center, where he aimed it, distracting them for just long enough for the magnet to activate, pulling all the soldiers towards it at once so that they all fell over each other.
"Ninja turtle pile!" I said, and Peter high-fived me before we continued to escape.
As we neared the Milano, we found a rock laying diagonal, which created a kind of makeshift ramp. Peter and I ran up the rock-ramp, and used it to propel ourselves onto the top of the Milano. Peter opened the windshield, and we both fell into the ship and onto the floor. We took off our helmets after he closed the windshield back, and turned to see the electromagnet give out. The Sakaarans climbed to their feet as the robot-head went over to them and started shouting instructions.
Peted climbed into the pilot's seat, and I climbed into the copilot's. I looked over to see the robot-head and the Sakaarans building a rather large necroblaster. Not wanting to stick around any longer, Peter started the engines and took off. No sooner had he done that, the robot-head fired the first necroblast. He quickly pulled up to avoid getting hit. He continued to dodge the blasts as he flew the ship around and away from the robot-head and his Ninja Turtle goons. Peter looked over at me, and we both started laughing triumphantly.
When he wasn't looking, a blast of water shot up from a geyser, knocking our ship into a crazy spiral. Peter and I are thrown about like crazy. When the ship was about to crash into the ground, he managed to grab onto the back of my chair and pull the lever that stabilizes us, before falling backwards once more. When the ship stops spinning, Peter and I lean back against a wall, panting. He offered me a fist bump, and I gladly accepted.
Right then, a pink woman, Peter's current girlfriend, stuck her head out of the hatch from the cockpit.
"...uh oh," I said.
"Peter? Soda? What's going on?" she said.
"Bereet, we uh... look, I'm gonna be totally honest with you, bestie. We forgot you were here," I said.
I am a stupid, idiotic moron.
