Trekking Through The Galaxy

Chapter One: An Unlikely Alliance

Peter Quill leaned up against the wall of the prison he was now seated in. He watched with mild amusement as the other inmate with him was carving out crude markings in the slimy wall with a shattered stalactite from off the ground; making a gritty noise echo through the air like nails on a chalkboard. Peter cast his eyes towards the ceiling, where the slime seemed to be gathering on the stalactites.

"Getting any further on scratching a hole out of here?" asked Peter; his eyes still focused on the slime pooling above them.

A growl echoed in front of him, and turning his gaze back to look at the prisoner in front of him, he saw that the prisoner was now glaring back at him. The prisoner began to speak in an alien language that Peter didn't know, obviously trying to tell him off. Obviously this creature wasn't from his sector of the galaxy.

"Yep," Peter thought. "I've definitely ventured far from the borders of home on this one."

"I..." said Peter after the queer looking prisoner had stopped uttering foreign growls at him, "Don't understand you..."

Peter talked slowly as if that would be a solution to the language barrier between them. Seeing that the person in front of him only seemed to glare even more at him, he held up his hands in surrender.

"As long as you..." Peter said pointing a finger at the prisoner, "Don't eat me..." He pointed back at his chest, "We're good."

The prisoner grumbled again, turning away to focus back on the carvings as if they were of some significance.

Sighing, Peter moved to look about him again. The cell that he found himself in now was relatively small, especially with the two of them in it. The entrance to the cell was a sheet made of some sort of thick, glass-like material. It had a series of tiny holes at the top to allow a minimal amount of air to circulate through the cell. The sheet itself seemed to be fogged up by layers of grime. Once in a while, Peter thought he could see a guard of some sort walking past, but it was hard to tell. The rest of the cell itself was composed of jagged rocky walls, and a gravely dirt floor. No doubt the prison was built into the heart of whatever planet he was now tracked on.

The mission, of course, had gone horribly wrong. What started out as something that he was suppose to use to impress Gamora had ended up with himself being taken prisoner while the rest of his Guardian crew was who knew where. The last he had seen of any of them was when they had been surrounded by a legion of oddly suited soldiers, prodding them in the back with some sort of golden spear-like weapon as if they were cattle. He had lost consciousness slowly after due to him trying to break free. The next thing he knew, he was waking up in this prison next to Mister Sunshine.

SCRATCH - - - SCRATCH - - -

"Oh for the love of Pete!" He groaned, using his arms to box off his ears. Whoever this prisoner was didn't seem to have any brain cells whatsoever.

As he sat with his arms blocking his ears, he looked through the sheet to see what appeared to be a guard leading a prisoner past the cell. He assumed it was a prisoner due to the fact that he was being prodded roughly along. The prisoner wasn't stumbling forward though; instead he was keeping his back ramrod straight like someone of royalty. Peter smirked, letting out a low whistle as he stood up to walk over to the sheet door.

A growl came from the prisoner that was housed with Peter as he walked past him to try to get a closer look at the prisoner before he walked past.

"Hey, cool your jets..." said Peter, half-glaring at the prisoner before looking back at the one that held his interest outside the cell.

It was then that he saw the prisoner do something successfully that he had failed to do himself. Break free. The prisoner swung an elbow back with lightning speed, knocking the guard behind him off balance. With the one guard on the right off balance, a punch was delivered to the guard on the left. A growl left the guard, but not before the prisoner had grabbed up one of their spear weapons and swung it to knock him upside the head. The guard fell silent as he collapsed onto the ground. The remaining guard that the prisoner had elbowed in the first place glared at the prisoner, but didn't make a move since the prisoner swung the rod around again to knock the other person out. Peter watched as the prisoner reached up to tap his ear before he started to speak.