Luckily for Nikki and her escape, the freak known as The Collector liked to keep things in their original design and functionality because it flew just as good as she remembered. Four years later she’s back on a Metra ship flying away from something else that wanted to end her, but what made it worse is that Quill had the choice to sell her out or not. From one thief to another; it wasn’t worth sticking around to hear his answer.

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Years passed and Nikki learned a lot about herself. Mainly that she had a talent that not many people within her line of work did. She found out that flirting with people could really help her get what she wanted. Her Terran blood was enough to make people wonder what made her tick and few and far between people figured out that she was a Metra as well; those people weren’t alive to tell the tale because The Collector had put a bounty out for her; wanting her alive and offering 500,000 units for her capture and transport. Only a select few were informed of this bounty; people the universe typically considered the best, but they were going up again another ‘best’ and it tended to leave a place in rubble when the throw-down would begin.

The only nice though about the situation is that she was slowly eliminating people who could be a threat to her. It was either kill or become a prisoner for a mad man. When it comes down to it, talking a bounty hunter out of their hunt is nearly impossible, even less possible if [i]you’re[/i] the target. 

In their time apart, Nikki had become a lot quicker in her movements, sharper with her tongue and learned that flirting can get her a lot of things and a lot of ways that she wanted. Today was just like any other day in the life of Nikki Ivy as a bounty hunter; she had a target and she had to get him.

The freak she was tracking down this time was a drug dealing lowlife that was also dabbling into the dealing of slaves… as you can imagine, that isn’t something that Nikki fully agrees with. The good thing is that he deals with the slaves personally and when a beautiful blonde haired maiden showed up ‘looking for a job’, he invited her to the planet. Her ship was parked a ways away and she footed it across the plains of the land. A beautiful little planet; it was too bad that he had to be one it. She had become more discrete about her weapons of choice and chose to wear a nice looking black dress that stopped at her knees with a slit up to her side exposing a long leg; though she was smart, knowing full well she might have to do some running, jumping and possibly climbing, she wore a pair of short shorts under the dress, the black shorts disappeared under the dress and was rather hard to spot… and so was the foot long blade in a holster against her covered thigh. She had a good assortment of daggers within her reach behind her back and spikes built into the ends of her shoes to be activated by a press of a button by her toes. To say the least, she was prepared.

Entering the building that he had organized for her to meet him at she looked up; spotting a few cameras moving in motion. As soon as they weren’t looking at her, she threw daggers knocking them out before levitating them back to herself with a smile as she tucked them back into their place. 

Walking back through the building she stopped, something didn’t feel right. That was until something crashed into the side of the building. And it wasn’t a basic crash; it was a good loud crash that shook the section of the building that she was in. Great someone else was moving in to her target! Jumping into one of the nearby rooms she stood behind the door waiting. 

It didn’t take long before someone came in through the door and she slid out from behind it in a silent motion. Before the figure could turn in the dark room she jumped on their back. In the tussle the two rolled around the room, grunting and groaning the darkness as they seemed to dodge the punches that were being thrown. Soon they stopped after knocking over quite a few things and Nikki was on top. The blue haired woman had grabbed a dagger from the storage unit behind her back and held it up before her vision focused in on who was below her… “Star-Lord?” She said questioningly before she was lifted up off of Quill like a rag doll and put into a headlock. 

Her legs kicked slightly and her dagger dropped to the ground with a small clank as Drax held her in the air. “Should I kill her?” He asked rather simply. Great just great, this is how she dies.