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{ ® } ;; —-    ”You COULD call them that. A more apt term would be pirates.”

He mostly viewed Yondu and his
crew as miscreants, but as they
hadn’t threatened the Kree yet, he
had allowed their activities to con-
tinue unchecked. 

If only he had known that the Orb
would be one of the things that
they carried…

They’d made a few extra passes -
an effort to avoid the guards moving
about, he guessed - before the Dark
Aster appeared, docked to one of the
nearby bays. 

“To retrieve it, nothing more, nothing
 less. Did I not make that clear earlier?”

Posed with the question about the human
who stole the Orb in the first place, however,
he fell silent. Korath had seemed a bit…
fazed by the encounter, which was saying a
lot given that the Pursuer was always focused
on his mission. 

"Considering the human appears to be in 
 league with the Ravagers, I suspect he means
 to sellit. And apparently he is one who calls
 himself STARLORD.”

There was a pause, before he added:

"Does that information suffice?”

         "Yeah, I guess so if you can be anymore ancient. Starlord sounds really pathetic if you ask me, like some sort of dork decided they’re a badass and figured they’d cruise around the terminus systems with a jerkoff name–not going anywhere with Starlord buddy.“ 

Jack was mostly speaking to herself out loud, rolling her eyes the way he said it. Whoever this human was clearly they didn’t understand the true nature of this orb. Hell, Jack still had no clue what it was. Ronan was vague but more than enough to explain why he sought after it. She stood near a pathway leading to the landing strip, to board the many ships that docked there. Glancing over her shoulder at him Jack sized him up, questioning herself. 

          "I think I do want have a favor in return helping you get back this orb thing.”

Jack’s dark red lips curled into a grin as she turned her head to gaze at the scenery behind her.

          “I want to visit an old place. A facility, on this planet Pragia.”

What her plans were, she’d reveal to him at some point. For now, she’d hitch a ride and slaughter anyone that got in his way. It was what she was, a killing machine. 

Ask and Move The Fuck On.

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