The Kyln, 2014- Soda's POV
The Nova corpsmen who arrested us are preparing us for the lineup. Not that there's much to prepare us for. Basically, we stand in a box while they tell everyone our life stories.
"Can I pet dat dog?" I said, pointing at the thing from earlier.
"No, Soda," Peter responded.
"Can I pet dat dog?"
"No."
"Can I pet dat dog???"
"NO."
"CAN I PET DAT DOG?!?!"
"NO!"
"I'm pettin' it." I tried to pet the thing but it bit my hand. "OW-"
The Nova corpsman came and got Gamora before I could say anything else.
"Gamora. Surgically modified and trained as a living weapon. The adopted daughter of the Mad Titan, Thanos. Recently, Thanos lent her and her sister out to Ronan, which leads us to believe that Thanos and Ronan are working together."
Her aura changed ever so slightly when he called her a daughter of Thanos. Maybe she wasn't all bad? Something about her intimidated me, but I also had a feeling she wasn't as scary as I thought.
Next was the thing.
"Subject 89P13. Calls itself Rocket."
Huh. Rocket. Like a spaceship?
He's got a weird name like me. I like it.
"The result of illegal genetic and cybernetic experiments on a lower life form."
Well that doesn't sound fun.
I watch him for a bit, taking in his aura. It was really different. I liked it. He seemed like a cool guy. Maybe I could talk to him later.
Next, Groot.
I have to contain my laughter at the guards' confusion. I like that tree already.
"They call it Groot. A humanoid plant that's been traveling recently as 89P13's personal houseplant/muscle."
Wait. Why'd they call them both 'it'?
"They have feelings too, you know," I said from where I was.
I am a stupid, idiotic moron.
"Well why don't you give it a go?" the guard said, dragging me into the box.
"Soda Meredith Quill. Half-sister of Peter Jason Quill. Abducted by Yondu from Solaris a week before the explosion. Threat level high. Extreme caution is recommended."
I held my fingers up to my head like horns and stuck my tongue out defiantly.
"What a bunch of idiots. Transport all five to the Kyln."
Not long after we reached the Kyln, I got to learn more about the furry little guy. I learned that he's talkative. Very talkative.
"I guess most Nova Corps wanna uphold the laws, but these ones here, they're corrupt and cruel. But, hey, that's not my problem. I ain't gonna be here long. I've escaped twenty-two prisons, this one's no different. You two are lucky the broad showed, because otherwise, me and Groot would be collecting that bounty right now, and you'd be getting drawn and quartered by Yondu and those Ravagers," he brags.
"My sister and I have had a lot of people try to kill us over the years. We ain't about to be brought down by a tree and a talking raccoon."
"What's a raccoon?" me and Rocket said at the same time.
