Twilight's Spell

An Epic Breakout

I know it's been a long time, but. I make up for it with a long update.

"Brooke Grace Udonta-Quill. Yondu Udonta decided to adopt her after picking her and her brother up from Terra," Dey reads my information off of my file. I look over at the screen to read the stuff he's not gonna say.

It says that my alias is "Jinx," which is a nickname I got from some of the Ravagers. It's supposedly bad luck to have a girl as part of the crew. I just thought it sounded cool and decided to roll with it. The information continues by stating my height, weight, species, origin, number of arms and legs, and my enhancements. Nothing really interesting there. That all disappears as it opens my rap sheet up. My associates are Peter, dad, Kraglin, and the Ravagers. Pretty sad if you ask me. I need to make some more friends. Next up is my actual crimes. I've got three counts petty larceny, four counts of vandalism (all my ex's deserved it), and one count of arson. That factory wasn't completely my fault. The other Ravagers were the ones that spread the flammable liquid (it's not gasoline apparently, but it does the same job), I was only the one the dropped the match. I was also the one that got caught by security.

"What a bunch of a-holes," the other guy isn't the room says. From the looks of his uniform, I'd guess that he's a denarian.

"Transport all five to the Kyln," Dey orders. The guards grab ahold of us and take us to a transport ship. I watch as another guard goes to take Peter's ship to the impound lot at the Kyln.

The ride started out eerily silent. It's as though everyone was too afraid to break the silence. Guess it's time for me to complain then. "You assholes just had to drag me into this mess," I say. "I was being a good girl and all, I wasn't even a part of your little fight, but I got arrested in the end. Jackasses." Just because I don't know most of these people, doesn't mean I'm going to be automatically nice to them. If situations were different, I'd totally do that. But since we're all being sent to the Kyln, I don't care.

"It's your own fault," the raccoon (I think I heard Dey say he was called Rocket) says. "You tried to pull a blaster out, which made you an automatic threat." I just glare at him. He decides to keep talking as we're brought into the prison. Didn't take that long to get there. "I guess most of the Nova Corps wanna uphold the laws, but the ones here at the Kyln, 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 and your brother are lucky the broad showed up, because otherwise, me and Groot would be collecting that bounty right now, and you two'd be getting drawn and quartered by Yondu and those Ravagers."

"I'm not afraid of Yondu," I tell him.

"And I've had a lot of folks try to kill me over the years," Peter says. "I ain't about to be brought down by a tree and a talking raccoon."

A guard tells us to stop moving. "What's a raccoon?" Rocket asks.

"'What's a raccoon?'" Peter mocks. "It's what you are, stupid."

"Ain't no thing like me, except me," Rocket says. We keep moving.

"It's probably like Xandarians and Terrans, Peter," I add. "Both have a similar appearance, but they aren't the same."

"Shut up, Brooke," Peter mutters. "Didn't ask for a lesson in alien races. Anyway, this orb has a real shiny blue suitcase, Ark of the Covenant, Maltese Falcon sort of vibe. What is it?" I smirk at his Terran references. Peter never did give up hope of going back.

"I am Groot," the tree (I think he's actually named Groot) says.

"So what?" Peter says to him. He turns to the girl, they called her Gamora. "What's the orb?"