Of course, to Nikki, her expression of surprise and speaking to Rocket was nothing abnormal, yet the group around her seemed shocked expect for Groot who seemed to just be looking at her with a sense of calm; almost an understanding way upon his face that caused Nikki’s gaze to flick back and forth between Rocket and Groot. Groot seemed to understand something and the look on his face was a sorrow-filled understanding of loss. Was he… was he the last of his kind too?

She was shaking out of her thoughts by the bickering between Quill and Rocket before Rocket mentioned at Quill upset her, she couldn’t help but smirk but she did her best not to turn her attention upwards, as to find herself face to face with his rear-end if she did. Though… well it was hard not to steal glances before turning her attention completely away. The sudden shout by Gamora seemed to pull everyone’s attention and while the muscle head showed enthusiasm, the green woman had a point. Her attention moved to the glider before looking back at the house, than back to Quill who called for her, only to ironically call her a ‘highness’. She didn’t say much but gave him the ‘one moment’ finger before dashing back into the building and within the moment she came back out; changed into a pair of dark brown pants and a black shirt with her leather jacket over her arms. Her bag on her back, the same bag Quill had seen her with so long ago and her father’s blade strapped to her back. Climbing onto the scooter she took the seat furthest away from Quill obviously not enjoying the idea of having to be in the same area with him and are these guys really the Guardians of the Galaxy? What a joke!

“Where am I supposed to sit?” Rocket complained as everyone took their seats but with a new person, there was less seating available.

“Allow me.” Nikki said brightly plucking Rocket from the ground and placing him upon her lap. Before he could argue she began to scratch behind his ears and he seemed to mellow, almost melt in her lap. As the guilder took off she shared the stories of his kind. She shared that they were masters of stealth and her people would observe them in the wild and learn from their actions in order to be masters of stealth when it comes to battle and that they have used that to their advantage for many many years. Her regaling of tales took them long enough to get back to the ship and as it should have been predicted the breaks were extra hard causing the group to fling forward… except for Quill for some strange reason.

It seemed like Nikki wasn’t the only one who was unhappy of her arrival onboard the ship. Upon her walk back to the sleeping quarters she was cornered by Gamora. “Who are you?” Gamora asked questioningly leaning up against the wall of the small hallway.

“Someone you don’t need to know that much about. I’ll be gone by the next planet stop don’t worry about it.” As Nikki attempted to walk away Gamora cut her off. 

“Quill and all of us are friends, if you have a problem with him, you have a problem with us.”

This caused Nikki to turn to her. “Oh I have a problem with Quill, he had a chance to sell me to The Collector and probably would have for the amount of money that was being offered. And I don’t have an issue with you Gamora; yes I know who you are. I have an issue with your sister.” To that Gamora jumped, sliding a blade against Nikki’s throat, only to feel something gabbing against a vital organ in her stomach, Nikki had moved a dagger from her wrist and met Gamora’s threat with one of her own. “Oh did I strike a nerve there? Your sister led the assault that killed my people; genocide on a massive scream of billions but me,” Her eyes began to water, “I lost everything, everyone I’ve ever loved; so excuse me for holding a grudge against her. Understand this, my blood is not yours to shed, if will be it, it shall be hers… if she can.” There was silence in the hallway before Nikki spoke again. “If you truly are a Guardian of the Galaxy like Quill claims, than you must be looking for some form of redemption for what you have done in your past. Letting me live to defend my people’s honor is a good addition to what you’ve already done… or you’ll have to deal with Quill bitching about blood all over his ship. I know the stories of what you guys have done, if you truly are who you claim to be, but anyone who knows your history knows that you’ve got a lot to make up for, but are also aware that you possess the talent to do so.” 

Weighing her options, Gamora’s fingers danced against the handle of the blade. It bothered her to see that Nikki showed no fear of the situation but merely wanted revenge. Gamora wanted revenge on her so-called-father so she could understand the want and need for revenge. After making her choice, the green skinned woman moved back from the blue haired woman and the silent stare-down of mutual understanding filled the hallway before they simply nodded and parted ways.

Nikki retreated into one of the spare rooms to find that no one else’s stuff had claimed it. She threw her bag onto her bed and sat down on the corner of it, her elbows against her knees and her fingers in her blue locks. Water droplets hit the floor between her feet. Yes she was crying, reliving that horrible day of the death of her people was hard, she had some of the best bounty hunters on her tail for the reward on her head placed by The Collector and now she was stuck on a ship with a large tree who seemed to only speak one line, a creature that reminds her way too much of her home planet, the sibling of the woman that killed her people, a man with no idea of sarcasm and Quill because he’s just plain Quill. The man who almost sold her before and now, everything weighing on her shoulders was because of her presences with Quill in front of The Collector; as you can imagine, it made for a lot of running and she was tired.