Peter was still in half a daze. He was dazed that he kissed Nikki (he didn't know much about the rivalry between their two races, but his dad gave him some sort of idea), his very stupid plan worked, and that he was very much alive. He came back to reality when he got smacked on the arm, reaching up to dissolve his helmet. He looked up at her and gave a nod. "yep. Yep, definitely deserved that." Peter said with a small smile, getting up, and running for the Milano. Soon enough the door burst open. Peter looked over behind his back to see Drax easily slicing through two guards as Groot picked up Rocket and put him on his shoulders. As Gamora and Nikki talked, Drax and Rocket ran next to them. "Some family reunion!" Rocket yelled. 

"I am surprised you didn't turn on us!"

"What?"

"Yeah, i mean, being the prince of the freakin' Spartois and having an army at your disposal is a sweet gig!"

"Okay, I'm offended that you guys would think I would let you die, and we will have a huge meeting on trust issues again!"

They all made it to the Milano, Peter and Rocket shooting at the enemy guards as the doors slowly opened, and as soon as they did, everyone went in to battle stations like they've done a million times before. Drax had a mounted plasma cannon strapped to his chest as he stood on the hangar door, Rocket and Nikki took to the mounted guns, and Peter and Gamora were in the cockpit. Everyone was yelling at him to move, and for them to get out of there, but he remembered what his father told him. This wasn't a horrible race of people. He looked at Gamora. "Patch me in to the castle intercom." Peter said.

"What?"

"Just do it!"

She hesitated, but obeyed, getting to work on a computer, strapping herself in to a seat as the Milano lifted off the ground. "People of Spartax, my name is Peter Quill." Peter said, his voice echoing to every house within range. "My father, J'son of Spartax isn't who he says he is. He's a murderer, a betrayer of your ways. He threatened to take down anyone who opposed him, including the council. Coming from the newly appointed prince, i know it isn't saying much... I'd like to believe my father is a good man." He looked out of the window of the cockpit to see his father staring at him at the opened castle doors, staring at him, Peter held back a fit of angry tears. "But he's a coward. Star-Lord out. Good luck."

Peter disconnected the call, and lifted the Milano higher out of the atmosphere. The hangar door started to close as Drax backed back in to the ship, and as they started to leave the planet, it seemed that no one was pursuing them. He hoped that the Spartois stopped his father and his rebellious followers. Peter leaned back in the pilot seat after going in to turbo speed, not really knowing how to feel about their little encounter. 

"Quill--" Gamora began, but Peter got up and turned to her, giving a weak smile. "There's a reason a kids an orphan, right? Either their parents were great and died too young, or they're extreme freaks." Peter said rather bitterly, but not towards her, more to himself for thinking that he could have some sort of family. He moved past her and down the stairs, and towards his room, passing Drax who wasn't a man who read emotions too much, but knew what it was like to have family problems. Groot gave a sad smile of understandance to Quill. It didn't look like he understood what happened, but Peter always had a feeling that Groot was much smarter than Rocket gave him credit for. He got in to his room, and stood there for a minute before taking the char and tossing it across the room, hitting the wall hard. Peter was too tired to scream, to emotional to talk. He wanted to run until he couldn't anymore. He felt like the kid from Earth, scared and alone.