[center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a4/37/11/a43711e2c7d0ce218a65df2d5a217fb2.jpg[/img][/center] Issue #1: The most wanted man in the galaxy. Milano starship. Sector XX of the Andromeda Galaxy. [color=ed1c24]“Look alive, people; we’re fast approaching the wreck site. Let's just hope there are no space cops patrolling around that area before we find something shiny.”[/color] Peter lounged in his captain's chair when a distress call crackled through from some uncharted sector. Two ships had collided in a messy hit-and-run, leaving a shipwreck of supplies waiting to be collected. Ever the opportunist, Quill decided to set course towards that far side of the galaxy. “Are you sure this is a good idea? Peter, I mean, this is an Orgo cargo ship. The chances are: there are multiple Nova Corps already picking up its distress signal.” Moongirl said, with a concerned look on her face, turning in her chair to face the space outlaw. [color=ed1c24]“Exactly why we need to move fast and grab the loot before anyone else. Fortune favors the bold, kid.”[/color] Star-Lord flashed a cocky grin, his swagger promising a clean getaway and a successful haul. He flicks switches and taps buttons across the flight deck. He plays some tunes to get the vibe going and readies the Milano for interstellar travel. He clutches the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white, as the swirling galaxy outside melts into a streak of color, pushing the Milano into hyperdrive and on their way to the next adventure. [center]-[/center] Amid the drifting wreckage left by a floating spaceship and the deep quietness of space, a solitary pirate ship bursts from a wormhole in an instant. The Milano shimmered into existence, stabilizing as it latched onto a nearby asteroid. With a flicker, the ship vanished again, cloaked in stealth mode. [color=ed1c24]“Easy now, girl. We’ll be back before you know it,”[/color] Star-Lord murmured, giving his ship a reassuring pat. [color=ed1c24]“Dex-Starr, Gamora, you’re on my wing,”[/color] Peter called, unfastening his belt and striding out of the cockpit. “Meeow,” Dex-Starr, the red lantern cat, drifted in lazy orbits around Star-Lord as Gamora followed close behind. “Quill, why is your stray cat always hovering near me? Isn’t this thing a Flerken? Their tentacles give me the creeps.” The green-skinned assassin shuddered, edging away from the floating feline. [color=ed1c24]“Relax, He’s not a Flerken. Dex is just a normal household cat, wielding a red lantern ring. Don’t you see affection when you see one? He’s probably drawn to you, given that you have pent-up anger all the time.” [/color] “I don’t know if that’s a backhanded compliment or the highest form of praise received from a space cat.” Gamora folded her arms, her eyes narrowing in mock annoyance. [color=ed1c24]“How about both?”[/color] Star-Lord strode along the hull, nodding to the scattered Ravager crew members as he passed. [color=ed1c24]“Moongirl, can you hold down the fort? Keep the crew in line while we’re gone. If anyone gets any wild ideas, shut them down for all our sakes.”[/color] “Aye, captain! Oh! Oh! " Can I let Dino loose if they start acting up?” piped a girl with wild goggles and a cloud of hair on Star-lord’s coms. She is their engineer and shipwright. [color=ed1c24]“Go for it; Devil D can even keep any severed arms as a chew toy,” [/color]Peter said with a smirk. [color=ed1c24]“Drax, I want you to stay with Moongirl and keep an eye out. treat her as your little sister.”[/color] Star-lord continued his instructions without missing a beat. “Understood. But it is not I who needs to be worrying, Peter Quill. I believe your poor choices by letting the assassin be by your side will be your downfall; she is nothing but trouble.” Drax whispers through the coms. “I can hear you two, you know.” “Aha! She admits it! She's probably feeding this vital information to her father, the Mad Titan, as we speak.” Drax exclaimed in a childlike manner. “Adoptive ex-father. And we’re all on the same coms, you idiot!” Gamora grumbled. [color=ed1c24]“Alright, that’s enough, play nice, children. We’ve got ten minutes before the space cops show up.”[/color] Star-Lord tapped his temple, and his visor sparked to life. [color=ed1c24]“Meet you on the other side. Dex-Starr, you’re up.”[/color] The Ravager trio vanished inside a sphere of red light from the feline lantern, protecting them from the harsh, cold space environment. Quill popped the hatch as they dove headfirst into the endless space. They shot through the stars, traveling in a ball of crimson energy, weaving past drifting debris and shattered hulls until they reached the abandoned ship’s surface. They latched onto the ship's surface as Star-Lord gave the signal. The red feline let out a purr and unleashed a beam of red energy, carving through the ship’s hull like it was nothing. As soon as their entrance was made, Peter and Gamora exchanged a nod and slipped into their space pirate roles. [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/3b/81/3c/3b813c9d70aa14def3f2ad7c505018a6.jpg[/img][/center] Orgocorp- Cargoship Like space vultures descending from the sky, the Ravager trio swoop in and breach aboard the battered ship with practiced ease. They rappelled down from above and into the ship port, announcing their arrival. [color=ed1c24]“Alright, this is a stick-up! Consider this your lucky day, mateys, by being boarded by the most notorious pirate in the galaxy! Your fate is now in the hands of THE Star-lord! Put your hands where we can see—.”[/color] Star-lord made his entrance and stuck the landing. His grandiose statement about hijacking the ship was cut short when he realized he was talking to the wind. [color=ed1c24]“Hello? Where is everybody?”[/color] Only silence answered as Peter’s voice echoed through the empty chambers. Flickering lights hinted at a failing power supply, and the place reeked of recent struggle. “Uh, Peter, I don’t think anyone’s listening; the crew’s all dead. Someone beat us here.” Gamora frowned, gesturing to the alien bodies strewn across the floor. Limbs were torn apart, as if some space beast had ripped through them. [color=ed1c24]“Looks like it. Man, I spend hours rehearsing that,”[/color] Peter muttered. “What happened here? Looks like a one-sided massacre,” Gamora solemnly ponders, her eyes darting around, becoming more cautious as she examines the area. [color=ed1c24]“The Skrulls musta ambushed them first. Oh, well, to the ravagers go the spoils. Split up. search the area.”[/color] Peter shrugs and turns off his visor. He searches the cargo bay for anything valuable. Gamora nodded and went in a different direction. Star-Lord wandered the corridors in search of valuables when an unfamiliar logo caught his eye: Wayland-Yutani Enterprise. Before he could investigate further, a rare ship—gleaming in the dim light—captured his attention. [color=ed1c24]“Is that the latest Kree fighter wing? Sweet score! Hey Gamora, you seeing this? ...Gamora?” [/color]Peter’s excitement faded as he realized she wasn’t answering. Peter walks towards the other side of the lobby and notices the green Zehobereian listening at the corner of a large vault. “Peter, I think someone is still alive back here,” Gamora said. Star-lord amps his blasters and points them in its direction. He prepares whatever creature would emerge from the shadows. A strange chittering echoed through the chamber, fading as soon as the trio made their presence known. Something unseen was stalking them, slipping silently through the air vents overhead. They cracked open the vault and found carnage: alien scientists sprawled everywhere, stomachs riddled with holes, faces torn beyond recognition. Shattered glass and broken cages hinted at experiments gone horribly wrong. In the middle lies a sole survivor: a child all curled up, covered in alien fluids. Gamora unsheathed her daggers and approached the girl. [color=ed1c24]“Gamora, wait— "[/color] Star-Lord said, grabbing Gamora’s shoulder. [color=ed1c24]“Be careful.”[/color] Gamora nodded. “Hey there, don’t be shy. We won’t hurt you,” Gamora said gently, reaching out to the frightened child in the corner. “What’s your name?” “I’m Macy.. my friends call me Wendy,” said the frightened child covered in blood. “You did this?” “No, it was my friend. It just left.” The girl looked up and pointed at the open air vent. [color=ed1c24]“Well, that doesn’t sound completely ominous and terrifying.” [/color]Peter said in a sarcastic tone. [color=ed1c24]“Also, she isn’t actually human, per se. Her body is cybernetically enhanced to the point that only 20% of her is part human,”[/color] Peter explained, scanning Wendy with his visor. [color=ed1c24]“I’d say she’s an experimental product of the Orgo-cor—-” [/color] The whole ship suddenly trembles as they hear a metallic thud slice through the wind. The entire ship is being magnetically pulled upward by a larger spacecraft, likely a Nova Corps vessel. “Captain Quill, hate to break your little chit-chat, but the Nova Corps is closing in and is boarding the ship; needless to say, you need to g.t.f outta there!” A static feed breaks out on Quill’s visor as Moongirl abruptly interrupts their conversation. Panic surged through the crew as news hit: space enforcers were closing in, raiding the ship with their cover blown. “Peter, what’s the plan? We can’t just leave the girl here.” Gamora presses. “Are they gonna take me away? I’m scared,” Wendy added. “MeooRRW,” Dex-starr hissed as he started running in circles, having the case of the zoomies when under-stressed. "Peter!" "Quill!" "Captain!" Their voices overlapped as they all called his name in panic. Peter rubbed his temple, looking at his scattered, worried crew. He took a deep breath and sized up the situation. It was time to rally everyone and remind them who was in charge. [color=ed1c24]“Alright, everyone, chill!”[/color] Peter loudly whistles to get their attention. [color=ed1c24]“Listen. No one is going to prison if you do what I say. I have a plan, a really good plan, actually…”[/color] Quill said, trying to reassure the group. Even if it wasn’t true and was just 'winging it', Star-Lord kept up his act as this resourceful leader to keep their spirits up in this dire situation. [color=ed1c24]“Gamora, you’re with the cat, find a different route with minimal Nova Corps personel, Do not engage unless needed. Dex-starr, grab the girl and meet with the rest of the crew. Don’t stop for anything. Moongirl, guide them and prepare the ship, and set course at these coordinates. Meet you there as soon as i can.”[/color] Star-lord loads his blasters as he and his fugitive space crew prepare to escape with the new mysterious girl. [color=ed1c24]“I’ll try to distract them and keep those bucket heads preoccupied. Try not to get caught.”[/color] The space outlaw smirked, oozing with confidence behind his visor.