The Next Generation Of Awesomness

This Is Probably The Best Introduction Ever

Welcome to the story of our messed up life!

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I'm Andromeda.

People call me Andy.

My mom is Mantis. I'm not sure who my dad is. I don't think I even have a dad.

Hair color: Jet black.

Eye color: Blueish-grayish

Skin color: Olive.

Age: Fourteen.

Gorgeous? Probably not.

Hideous? Definitely not! (Nixie: According to you.)

Choice of weapon: Anything I can get my hands on although I prefer my fists.

Ten counts of theft (That Dan and I know about. No one else. Just us. Maybe because he's my partner in crime.) and one count of attempted murder (Okay, I was pissed and hormonal.).

Two years (overall) spent being grounded.

Now, according to Dan's Terran science, I shouldn't exist. But here I am! Now I won't go into specifics about how I came to be, since I don't fully understand myself. I don't think anyone fully understands. It's like BAM! Say hi to Andy guys!

I mean, I did come from an egg, so that's not odd at all.

Anywho, I'm half empathic bug-person-thing and half whatever the heck my dad is. I have super resilient skin and I heal quicker than your average alien (Thank you dad for that.), and I can survive falls more than twenty feet (Thanks again.). I'm pretty flexible, and I can't swim. At all.

If I'm completely honest with you, and I will be, I'm confused about who I am. Everything is like a giant puzzle, and I can't find the right pieces. I know who my family is, but I don't know who I am.

My mom is this weird empathic bug thing who doesn't get socialization at all. She also has this weird habit of putting her hands on you. Despite that she's sweet and funny. Again, I have no idea who my dad is. I think he was some warrior dude 'cause there's no way I got my beef from my mom (sorry!).

Everything is a total mystery. Then again, I'm only fourteen and going through puberty. Still a larvae. Sadly.

Now let's turn it over to Daniel Quill!

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I'm Daniel Quill.

People call me Dan.

My parents are Peter Quill, aka Star-Lord, and Gamora

Hair color: Light brown

Eye color: Green

Skin color: In human talk, I'm white. But kind of tan. Luckily, I didn't get my mother's complexion. No offense, Mom. Love you

Age: Fifteen

Handsome? You know it ;)

Hideous: Hahahahaha! It's funny how dumb you are! (Nixie: Isn't that a quote from that human show, Gravity whatever? Me: It's Gravity Falls, Nixie. And... no... that's crazy...)

Choice of weapon: Usually guns, those are pretty great. Although my fists work pretty well too

Fifteen counts of theft (and those are only the ones that my parents caught me)

Three years and one-hundred and sixty-seven days exactly spent being grounded in my lifetime

I came to be by the means of... well... let's not go into detail. I don't need that mental image in my head. Basically, stuff happened, and then my fabulous self was born. Lucky me, I got my father's looks, and I dodged a bullet with my mom's whole green-skin thing. If you do have green skin, nothing against it, you do you, it's just not really my thing.

Besides the point. I'm one third human, one third whatever my dad's dad is (I'm not allowed to talk about it), and one third Zehoberei (gosh, that's a mouthful. Let's just say I have mixed genetics).

Let's just say I'm confused. About... things. Love in particular. But I'd really rather not go into much detail about who I'm interested in, that could make for a slightly awkward chat. Basically I'm just confused.

I like to think I'm funny, flirty, and confident. Rocket says I have the best insults of anyone he's ever met besides himself, and my mom says I'm more trouble than she should have to deal with. But I'm like my mom in a lot of ways according to my dad, I have her temper and I have her quick wit.

Basically, my whole life is just a big pile of weirdness. But I guess that's what you get when you travel with the Guardians of the Galaxy. Weirdness and fighting practice. The best part is, I know how to fly a spaceship and can go to Earth whenever I want. I even have friends there, but hey, I can make friends with anyone. That also caused me to have my insane obsession with Avril Lavigne. But don't you dare make fun of her, she is my queen and I will not hesitate to kill you. Anyway, I have my whole life to get all this figured out. So best of luck to me, I guess.

Let's pass it on to my cousin, Nixie!

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I'm Nixie.

People only call me Nixie or they will get slapped.

My mother is Nebula and I have no idea who my father is.

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Dark Brown

Skin color: Blue, sadly

Age: Sixteen

Gorgeous? Meh

Hideous: Meh

Choice of weapon: My black baseball bat. I'm telling you, that thing can do more damage than any gun

I haven't done any crimes... as far as my mother knows, anyway. Besides a couple of sporadic attacks.

One year spent being grounded in my lifetime, but my entire life basically in imprisonment

Honestly, I don't how I happened. My mother is vile, I have no idea how she got some dude to screw her. I didn't even know she could do stuff, but I guess so, otherwise I wouldn't be here. I'm just thankful I didn't get the robotic stuff like her. I suppose it isn't possible to transmit that sort of thing through DNA. But anyway, she gave me her blue skin, so she's already given me her part of the crappy appearance.

I don't even know most of my genetics, since I don't know who the father is. I'm pretty sure she doesn't know either. But maybe she does, I don't think she gets very much action. I know I'm half Luphomoid, and half something else.

I really have no idea who I am at all. That's the main issue with not knowing who my father is, I don't really know what my legacy is. According to everyone I know except for Dan, Gamora, and Groot, I'm a violent bitch who deserves to be locked up like my mom. But for all I know, my dad could be some hero like the other Guardians are.

Then there's another thing, I don't even know what my personality is. I have random mood changes constantly which can be super problematic, one second I'm screaming at Andy about touching my stuff, the next I'm laughing over some stupid pun with Dan, and the next Groot is consoling me as I hide in a corner and cry. It's quite a lot to keep up with, really. And most people only see the first side of me.

Because of my mother, everyone seems to expect me to snap one day and kill everyone. I will admit, I've come close in one of my moods, but besides having to live with all the obnoxious "guardians" of the galaxy, my mom is always finding a reason to yell it me. But hey, that's what I get for having the worst temper out of everyone I live with.

Lucky for you, my stupid intro was the last one you had to read. Enjoy the story!