Xandar, 2014- Soda's POV
Peter and I make our way through the densely packed crowd to the shop belonging to our client, the Broker. When we reach the door, I turn to my brother.
"I'm doing the talking," said Peter.
"Why?"
"We need him to buy this orb, and you're mean."
"Alright, alright."
We walked up to the Broker.
"Ah, hello Mr. and Ms. Quill."
"Broker. The Orb," Peter pulls the Orb out of his coat pocket and places it on the counter. "As commissioned."
"Where's Yondu?"
"Wanted to be here, sends his love."
"He told me to tell you that you got the best eyebrows in the business," I remarked, causing Peter to elbow me. The Broker scoffed as he picked it up to examine it.
"What is it?" I asked.
I am a stupid, idiotic moron.
"It's my policy never to discuss my clients or their needs." The Broker answers just as I expected him to. All these businessmen are so predictable.
"Yeah, well we almost freaking DIED getting it for you."
"Occupational hazard, I'm sure, in your line of work," he glared at me.
"Some machine-headed freak, working for a dude named Ronan," I said.
I am a stupid, idiotic moron.
"Ronan? I'm sorry Mr. and Miss Quill, I truly am, but I want no part of this transaction if Ronan is involved!" He grabs each of our collars and begins to push us out of the shop.
"Would you believe me if I told you I was kidding?!"
"Woah! Woah, woah, woah! Who's Ronan?!" Peter said. The Broker takes a break from shoving us to explain who Ronan is.
"A Kree fanatic, outraged by the peace treaty, who will not rest until Xandarian culture, my culture, is wiped from existence!" The Broker starts pushing us again.
"Oh, come on!" Peter tries again, clearly annoyed with this turn of events.
"He's someone whose bad side I'd rather not be on!"
"What? What about our bad sides??" I protested.
"Farewell, Mr. and Ms. Quill!" And with that, the Broker slams the door in our faces in a very rude and unnecessary fashion.
"Hey, I thought we had a deal, bro!" Peter yells through the door.
We turn to leave, when we notice a green woman staring at Peter. Peter's expression immediately changed, looking lovestruck and dreamy. I audibly sighed and rolled my eyes, knowing exactly where this would lead. Or, at least thinking I knew where exactly it would lead.
"What happened?" she asks us, or more specifically, Peter.
"Uh... this guy just backed out of a deal on me- I mean us. If there's one thing I hate, it's a man without integrity. Peter Quill. People call me Star-Lord. And this is my sister Soda. People call her Star-Light."
"And we really should be going now," I grab Peter's arm, and attempt to steer him away, but he's quite a bit bigger than me and stays rooted to the ground.
"You have the bearing of a man of honor," the green woman continues. She had a strange aura. Beautiful, but also intimidating and threatening, not like anything I've ever seen before. Peter begins to toss the Orb up and down in his palm playfully, as if to impress the woman.
"Well, you know, I wouldn't say that. People say it about me, all the time, but it's not something I would ever say about myself-" Peter's cut off as the woman kicks him in the stomach, grabs the Orb, and sprints off.
"This is why you should always listen to me!" I shout at Peter as I pull a magnetic rope out of my bag and throw it at the woman.
Wait-
I've seen her on the news.
WHY AM I JUST THINKING OF THIS NOW?!?!
I ran over to Gamora to get the Orb. I got it somehow, but when I was running off, a small, furry creature tackled me.
"Put her in the bag! Put her in the bag!"
"ÆÆÆÆÆÆ- GET YO FREAKIN' DOG!!!" I said.
"He don't bite," Gamora said, unfazed, and still fighting with Peter.
"YES HE DO-"
Peter grabs me by the wrist and runs. Suddenly, a searing pain bursts through my hand, forcing me to drop the Orb. Peter jumps down onto Gamora, the one responsible for my hand injury.
A small hiss escapes my throat as I quickly wrap up my hand with a spare piece of cloth. Once that's done, I use my jet boots to fly down to Peter. He's holding the Orb, and smiling triumphantly. We're about to perform our handshake when everything gets covered by a sack. Oh wait, that's just us.
Then we fall on the ground. My head winds up sticking out, so I whip out the blaster I found and shoot Gamora, stunning her. Peter and I help each other out of the bag before running off in the opposite direction. Suddenly, Peter is shot by an electrical wave, and falls to the ground. I bend down to help him, knowing all too well that by doing so, I just made myself a sitting duck to the thing who shot Peter. But my wave doesn't come.
Why didn't he shoot me? He should've shot me. He would've gotten the bounty, had he shot me. A Nova corpsman grabs me by my wrists, holding them behind my back. Two more lift up Peter. One recognizes us.
"Alright. Come on up. Hey! If it isn't Star-Prince and Magi-Girl!"
"Star-Lord and Star-Light. How do you even get Magi-Girl??" I said.
"Oh, sorry. Lord. Light." He looks at the two other corpsmen arresting us. "I picked these two up a while back for petty theft. They've got codenames."
"Outlaw names," I corrected him.
"Relax, kiddo. It's cool to have a codename. It's not that weird."
Great. The guy arresting us thinks we're weirdos.
My life just gets better and better.
