Demons | Guardians of the Galaxy [3]

SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"Holy shit! This is awesome"

       THE GROUP OF MISFITS AND OUTLAWS flew down to Xandar in a large group with the individual ships that the Ravagers supplied. Allison's newly made suit was surprisingly comfy for her, not being to tight or loose, she was genuinely really proud of herself. Frost also adored the outfit.

The Ice Demon sat in the Milano, her hands resting over a selection of controls that Peter helped her understand. She would've had no clue if he didn't explain the basics to her before hand. Allison and Frost had control of a turret, not using it yet though considering there was no inital danger at that moment.

"This is a terrible plan!" Gamora exclaimed as Peter guided the Milano through the skies and toward Xandar.

"Hey, you're the one who said you wanted to die among friends," Peter reminded her with a sly smirk etching onto his face.

As the Milano glided through the skies, swiftly entering Xandar's atmosphere along with the other Ravagers. They followed the army of Ravager ships as the Dark Aster was spotted heading into the atmosphere. The ships all began to line up in front of Ronan's ships, aiming for the black coloured vessel.

"Fire!" Yondu instructed through the coms.

Two ships obeyed his instructions, two blasts flying towards the vessel Ronan was in. The blast seemed to be deflected as a previously transparent protector appeared as the blasts collided with it. Allison cocked an eyebrow at the thing in front of her, slightly confused only to feel the Milano jolt down as Peter followed more of Yondu's instructions.

"Cover it down. Submerge."

Together, the fleet tilted and flew under where the previous blast was still evaporating from, the burning red and orange from the attack still outlining the shield and covering any view from Ronan's ship.

Now, this is a once in a lifetime experience!

"Tell me about it!" Allison muttered as she straightened herself when Peter straightened the Milano again. The fleet was now under Ronan's ship.

"Rocket, hurry!" At Peter's words, three ships disconnected from the group, the one in the middle holding Rocket as he led the other two.

As he worked on getting an open, a side of Ronan's ship opened up, a variety of ships from his side flying out and gliding through the skies.

LET'S FUCKING DO THIS ALLISON!

The war had begun.

A devilish smirk stretched over Allison's pale face as her hands travelled swiftly over the control's Peter had shown her. Green lasers and bullets flew through the skies, shooting the enemy and making a scene that seemed similar to a set of space movies Allison knew she had heard of but never bothered to watch.