Nikki’s full lips curled into a smile as she gave him a nod. She could understand him not wanting to leave his friends that had pretty much become his family. The idea of becoming a government figure was something that she had been playing around with for a while. If she turned herself in she’d be under the government’s protection and people would have to be really desperate to try to kidnap her and take her to The Collector. At the same time, she’d have to give up her freedom and have to fall back into the line she was raised in, instead of joying the freedom she found without the restrictions. It was a touch choice.

Though the invite that came out of Quill’s mouth made her eyebrows rose in surprised when he suggested that she stay with them, even for just a while. The idea of getting more money was appealing but not being alone was even more appealing to her. She had spent so much time alone that the thought of being with others was all the more comforting. As he left she gave him a small nod, indicating that she would think about it but before she fell asleep.

Gamora was typing away at the computer in the main room, looking up information and how much Zero was worth (which was a surprisingly large number and Rocket who had found his way next to her was pleasantly surprised.) “See, we saved the galaxy, a beautiful dame and made a lot of money. Not a bad day.” He said with a grin across his muzzle before Gamora rolled her eyes in annoyance.

That was until the screen flashed a couple times indicating there was a message. Clicking on it, expecting it to be a returned message about dropping off Zero, a man’s face appeared on the screen. The man was dressed in gold and red, his face with a defining beard-mustache combination and thick brown hair. His face had a few healed scars that indicated that in his youth he had fought his share of battles.

“This message is for the Star-Lord, Peter Quill.” The man’s voice said, his tone held a sense of authority but with a tone of caring. “My son, I am [url=http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130327222327/marveldatabase/images/2/25/J'son_(Earth-616)_from_Guardians_of_the_Galaxy_Vol_3_1_001.jpg]Emperor J’son of Spartax[/url], I am reaching out to you after years of searching and wish to invite you home. I have seen what you have done for the galaxy my son and I am very proud of you.” A small pause came across the man’s face, his dark eyes dropped downward, as if pondering whether he should say it or not. A small sad sigh left him as he turned his gaze back up to the camera, sadness filled his eyes, “I miss you…” With that he straightened back up, as if he wasn’t used to showing his emotions so openly, “I invite you home to visit or to stay, your choice; but the door is open to you. I shall attach the coordinates and the whole planet will rejoice upon the arrival of Star-Lord and the Guardians of the Galaxy and; their prince.” With that he nodded and the screen flashed away.

Gamora and Rocket stared at the screen in shock. “Did… did you know Quill was a Spartoi?” Rocket asked Gamora quietly, only to receive a shake of ‘no’ from the green skinned woman. Rocket was up off of his seat and dashed down to the hallway to the living quarters and knocked on Quill’s door. “Quill, we got something you need to see.”

When Quill was out, Rocket led the Star-Lord to meeting room and Gamora rose from her seat, clicking the replay button on the messaging and placing her hands on her hips, Rocket and her watching Peter’s face. When the video finished Rocket spoke without thinking, like normal. “So, drop off Zero then go say hi to your dad?”