The mounted guns were nice but it was nothing compared to the imagine of a large man laughing in excitement as he shot things with the plasma cannon strapped to his chest. As Drax fired shots with a mix of creepy and excited laughter off of one side of the ship, Rocket and Nikki took the other side. “Sir Rocket, let’s take out their engines.” 

“You got it toots!” Rocket said with excitement as he began to fire. His excitement made Nikki laugh in the microphone and the two began to fire at some of the rising ships. She wasn’t going to deal with the incoming warriors who were mad about the escape of their prisoner, the destruction of their castle and the heading pounding problem their emperor was now dealing with. Mainly the headache after smacking head first into his son. 

Quill’s call was sad and Nikki felt her heart drop into her stomach. It was painful to hear someone talk like that but at the same time, she could relate to a degree. The poor guy. He just wanted some form of peace and balance in his life. While she grew up with her family before they were killed, it seemed like he didn’t have much of a family at all. Soon they left the atmosphere and the feeling on the ship was intense and sad. So much had happened in a small amount of time and poor Quill was worse for the wear with the situation at hand. 

Nikki sat up in the gun pod for a bit, debating on what should happen, her head hurt, her body hurt but at the same time, she wanted to help Quill. He had a lot on his mind… Rising from her seat, she climbed down the ladder and went down the hallway. It didn’t take long before she heard the crashing of a chair from the direction she recognized as Quill’s room. 

Walking to the door she leaned against it, listening to the silence within. She knew he was in there, but she wasn’t sure if he wanted company or not. Well he wasn’t going to get much of a choice at this point. Nikki gently turned the handle and stepped inside. Shutting the door behind her, she leaned against it watching him for a moment before walking over. In a gentle manner, she took his hand and lead him to the bed, climbing on it she pulled him gently onto the bed making him sit down, Sitting next to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and embraced him in a hug, holding him and gently rubbing his back with her hands; her head against his shoulder breathing gently on his neck. Sometimes, you just need a hug.