Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy

And that weird bow isn't helping. Send it their way, Drax. I shall break their bones. You blind or something? Me and— I see perfectly well, Abomination, and you two are getting in the way of my victory.

Us? You're the one screwing up our fun. Me and Groot stand a better chance of winning this on our own.

Oh Come on, guys!

They're not the first ones to try us, and they won't be the last. There's been a thousand before them, and they've all found out fast: Guardians don't break.

Well, we do seem to be taking a pretty good beating.

The whole station's gonna know we're here now! Maybe Korra will find us! They are undeserving of the Nova Corps uniform! And that weird glow isn't helping. Spicy dice! Oh my God, sounds like the big guy! 12 o'clock. Current time is on limits. Spare, kill now! Ah, that is much more informative.

Those who resist must be purged.

Are we really shooting at the cop shop? Let's hope this doesn't come back to haunt us. You're welcome. At least stay onto these fools. Never see it coming. Nice of you two not to die. Now we can tell you how stupid that was. Let's go! On it! Wide open!

Good work, you two.

I don't think we need to worry about those mines. This is payback for all that parking tickets. No mercy to the foe! It's like they've completely lost it. They are not normal. They are traitors. I'd feel a whole lot better if I knew what was going on. About that, don't think they're just going to let us leave. Maybe Coral will find us. Can't believe you two survived that fall. I have no intention of dying today. Speak up, right? Yeah, you might want to dodge those. It's still— Roll that tracks! My station's empty. You must have called there, dude. Some sort of sweep. Nice to meet you.

I will enjoy this.

This is kind of a fantasy of mine. You're not really giving us much choice. If it weren't for that fancy-pants Dolicore armor, I swear— No, let's take that strickneck soldier out then. Watch the large ones exploding! You sully the name of Nova Corps! No, no, that makes me look less evil! We're in this now! Take this to your matriarch or whatever! Their fanaticism is alarming! Don't worry, the big one's not mine. Peter Quill, I will dance in the swims. Hey, Quill, I think the big guy's seeing stars. That was too close. Huh, Wallberry needed help. I am not a good support. Go get him, Tiger! It better than a cup of coffee. Yeah, you might want to dodge those next time. It is best to avoid the levitating pods of inner will. Take this under the principles of law enforcement. Imagine what the world mind would think. There's only room for one more monster man out here. I believe the electrical thought The priority. Time's up. Nice of you two not to die. I have no intention of dying today.

I do not think our fine will be paid today.

You don't say.

Guys, Krell's ship is right there. We just need to What?

What do we need to do, Quill? A whole bunch of whacked-out space cops just tried to vaporize us, and you want to go looking for a rematch because your girlfriend might be in trouble?

That's not what I'm doing, and she's not my girlfriend.

Could have fooled me, Rocket.

The only thing that this is about is getting our ship back. We find Korrell, and then none of this is our problem.

You're right, it won't be our problem anymore because we didn't sign up to be run around halfway across the galaxy by a cop-loving human.

Come on, seriously, Quill?

Join the Guardians, she said. It'll be good for your mental health, she said.

All right, listen to Flockup. Groot and I are getting off this Dastrock. Anyone who'd like a ride can follow us. Everyone else can go to hell.

I prefer the rodent's plan.

Come on, Rocket, you can't stay mad at me.

Wanna bet?

Not after the last one.

How about you just don't piss me off any further till we're off this flarkin' rock?

Rocket, come on.

You come on. I told you we should have left.

And we are. I'm on board. Let's find the Milano and intruders reported in the repair bay and try not to die in the process.

First sensible thing you said all cycle. Find the invaders. None must escape.

How did the all-knowing world mind not foresee this event?

They're just a computer, not God.

For all we know, that flarkin' thing's behind it.

I highly doubt that.

Intruders in C Junction. Not allowing us to pay our fine. That rollercoaster dude with walkers. Well, killing loopy cops now, music to my ears. When you sweat up, I thought you'd never ask. So much for third station. This hall will— Little crowded in here. Let's not hang around. Dog's dead. Hurry! Because they're walkers, that's why. Pump it at him, big guy! Rocket, you go! I preferred our last encounter with Nova Corps. Hopefully all Nova Corps isn't like these guys.

Any idea where we're going, Rocket?

Uh, don't ask.

I'm just asking. Uh, we came down an elevator. We're going to need to go up One, bring it back to the hangar. One more room. Can we talk about it later? Watch your corners. I missed when the place was deserted. Branch out, dude. Little crowded in here. This hardly qualifies as a crowd, Ariel Junior Almonte. So much for a deserted station. These halls will soon be deserted. Let me know we're here now. Yeah, well, there ain't going to be any witnesses. Wait a minute, knock some sense into her. Not this one! This is how it's done!

I am good for now, at least. Let's not wait around.

Jeez, this is not where I thought this day was going.

Secure the station. All must accept or be purged.

It is Nova Corps' duty to protect life, not to destroy it.

Tell that to the corpses in the repair bay.

Corpses cannot hear.

When word gets out about this, it's gonna destroy Nova's reputation.

Hey, you said we needed to go up, right?

Never thought I'd be fighting Nova Corps again.

They are no longer Nova Corps.

Yeah, this don't count.

But who or what are they? Hey, what's with that glowing?

For once, let's keep our noses out of it. All must see.

Oh, you don't think this sort of thing is happening at Nova Stations everywhere?

That's what they get for being jacked into an inter-system network.

Or maybe what happens when one gets disconnected from it.

Sweep Sector 7. The intruders must be found. I knew this was a bad idea. Saw it coming a parsec away.

You foresaw a mutiny of the entire station?

I knew something would go wrong. Ain't no good comes from paying fines. Pursue the non-believers. All must behold her gift. If these nutjobs have done anything to my ship, it's on you, Quill.

I don't think they'll bother with the Milano.

Says you.

They know we're here now. Don't be surprised if the whole place goes on lockdown.

Huh.

How long do I have to listen to you two squabbling?

We're not squabbling, we're just—

Hey, we can get through here! You'll fit, just suck it in.

Is there any way for us to track where the Hope went?

Why the scutt would we want to do that?

There could be survivors aboard. Or more of those, whatever their deal is.

I plan on putting as much distance as possible between us, this place, and that Flarkin ship.

Maybe Carol took her ship back to Xandar to report.

Look!

Are they praying?

What the hell have we wandered into?

Check out that big guy.

Don't look like no Nova to me. Behold the magic flow to the altar.

There's no such thing as magic, right?

Come on, let's get moving before these whack jobs spot us.

It's like we stumbled on some creepy cult.

I told you, it ain't our problem.

It will be.

They've taken over Nova Corps.

No Nova, no fine, no problem.

We should probably tell someone.

Yeah, tell it to your diary. Come on, down here.

How do you know?

I don't. I'm just putting distance between us and those whack jobs.

This door's locked.

I said down here. Good of you to join us.

What's the harm in checking?

What's the harm? Oh, let's just pay our fine. Let's just look around. Let's just stumble onto a flork. I am Groot.

I'm done talking to him.

To who? You.

Too late.

Huh?

Groot, tell Mr. One More Room him and me are done.

I am Groot.

Fine. Quill, Groot says you and me are done.

This is not productive to our egress from this station.

So you think—

Yeah, I'll deal with the door. Someone's got to get us out of here.

Go! Urge the faithless! Larkin Scott, enough! You seem pretty caught up in that whole Magic show, guys! Huddle up! What are we waiting for? These blades are thirsty.

Mine too.

I want to run in there right now and do some serious damage, Peter.

So what if these scuts are tough?

Tough?

I'm saying we're no slouches either. You got plenty of scratches on our holsters to prove it. So come on, who's with me?

We are.

Prepare yourself. How many times did I say we've been waiting for that? Don't pounce him, smash him! Destroy! You're looking for your own death from afar. I ain't got no plan to die. You're gonna have to shoot it to blood. Enough already. I agree. The electric wielding hormones perish them. There's no such thing as magic. Think they saw it? I know them. No one looks back. Rocket, blast them! Let's hope that big guy doesn't join in. Let it come. I have never faced a such I'm enjoying this! These bombs are making things way too crowded. I say time for a little crowd control. Hey, Will, want to see some fireworks? Hang back while I deal with this door.

You sure you can get it open?

You're gonna second-guess me every step of the way?

I'm not there.

Let's go.

I wasn't second-guessing, I'm just sure.

What would make Nova turn on Nova?

Perhaps they were not acting with their own free will.

Yeah, they sure looked like they knew what they were doing. To me.

All right, hangar, here we come.

What the flark was that docking number?

R73-4PL.

Are you serious?

Always.

You're my new favorite person, Muscles. No, not really. There she is. Come to Papa. 4 PL done. All right, base clear. Extending catwalks.

And Flark, what's up?

The clamps won't release. Those whack jobs must have triggered a lockdown.

Can you override it?

Wouldn't be much of a lockdown if I could. I can hold her in position and get the engines warmed up, but you're gonna have to release those clamps manually.

All right, release the clamps and don't die.

All faithful converge on the central hangar. None can escape her.

Let's deal with these rebels. Focus on the clamps, Peter. We'll try to keep them off of you. Pulverizer, you struggling, mate? Try to keep them from swarming. I thought that was your job. Hey, Rocket, can you get some tools for Milano? Playwright is happy in the seesaw. Are you making progress, Peter Quill? Doing my best here, Drax. You've been warned. The Ronin seems impatient. Surely true double power would not fall this easily. At least There's no Centurions. You don't stand a chance. Utilize your— Think these guys would mind getting out of the way? I do not think you will find that I prefer the better warning. Like a hot knife with armor. Try to keep them from swarming. They are not in space, but they are. Speak up. Are you making progress, Peter Blue? Doing my best here, Drax. Drax, try to beat them up, Peter. It's good, I'm good. Hey, Rocket, you got some tunes for the Milano? Play my Cataclysm Seesaw. Cut him off, Gamora! Tie him down! Hurts much. Surely true Nova Corps would not fall this easily. Oh, you're going to hurt their crazy feelings. Try to keep them from swarming. They are not insects, though they are as troublesome. Speak up! It's got my name on it. Got more incoming. Almost there, team. The best is yet to come. I don't see any help, big guy. Return to the skirmish. I have to admit, the music makes it better. See, I knew it'd grow on you. They will be shortly disappointed. It is acceptable to ask for help, Peter Quill. I was almost cooked there. Thanks, Big D. Enemies are hot. Heat warmers warming. Just tell us when to go. Seek vengeance.

I'll be your wingman anytime.

Every time you're always wondering how you'll make it free. Their persistence is admirable. Too bad, cuz I don't give a— Oh shit! I got her! Careful, you want to do it? Get ready. Now! Move, move, move, move! Hold them back!

Now what?

You should set course for Contraxia. They'll bear our issues over food.

I don't hate it, but We should report what we saw first, right?

No, cuz that's our biggest problem. Quill, come on, Groot. We got scut to do.

Rocket, what's with him?

The Abomination is never happy.

Rocket's got You've got a point, though. Our comms are flarked, the tracker's still counting down, and Carell could be anywhere in the universe. It's not looking good.

We are in the place between hard rocks.

You mean a rock and a hard place.

That is what I said.

Hala knows we could use a night off. So, Atraxia?

We should go to Nowhere instead.

Ah, another suitable location to partake in liberal libations.

To report what we saw. Me and Cosmo go way back. He's chief of security. He'll make sure the right people know about the rock.

And the tracker and fine?

Rocket's got a guy in Nowhere. We kill two birds with one stone.

Okay, talk to Rocket.

Peter Quill, what does killing two birds with one stone signify?

It means solving two problems with a single solution. Hey, Drax, you all right? You must be feeling pretty crap about having to punch once through all those cops back on the station.

Uh, do not worry. I simply need some time to get my thoughts in order.

Right. Never thought we'd have to fight Nova Corps.

The soldiers we encountered were not acting like Nova Corps officers. And those robed priests— it was all very disturbing.

Now, Quill? After everything that just— Fine. Let's move on to something else already.

Hey, uh, guys, what's up?

Nothing at all, Quill. Not a thing.

Uh, something wrong with Groot?

Nope, he's just, uh, defoliating. Seasonal thing.

Come on, I know you're lying. You guys are planning something.

What we do ain't none of your business.

Can't we just talk about it?

Talking ain't worth scut if you don't put your money where your mouth is.

Things are gonna get better, I promise. We'll fix it.

Just like you promised before Seknarf? Leave us alone, Quill.

Uh, Rocket, flark off, Quill. Come on, guys.

I am Groot.

Groot says go away.

I need to clear my mind. This book is not helping.

If so, those coordinates, they're in your console.

Got it. Nowhere, here we come. Ah, Nowhere. Last spaceport on the edge of the known universe and home to the best black market deals you can find.

And surprisingly good noodles.

Ever wonder what kind of person found it was like, oh look, the Sever head of a giant celestial being. Let's drill holes in it and live inside.

They wanted the brain tissue. Very rare, very valuable. The marketplace came after, along with me.

You're certain this Cosmo is trustworthy, Peter Quill?

Of course, he's Chief of Security. And nowhere And as such, probably deals in Nova Corps all the time. Trust me, he's going to want to know about the rock.

What are they doing back there?

Shenanigans, likely.

See you never, flark bags!

So, Drax, where do you want to partake in liberal libations?

I am unsure. Perhaps Mentlo's Tavern.

Are Rocket and Groot— did they really leave?

Yes, it looks like it.

Do we know where they went?

You're the last one who talked to them.

Yeah, Rocket seemed pissed off. Try to behave while we're gone, okay? Maybe when we get back, I'll ask Groot to give you a bath. Guess you were right. Turns out we couldn't trust those guys.

I still have faith that the tree will bring the rodent to reason.

Hypothetically, if Rocket and Groot don't come back, I wonder if we should we should rename the team.

Why?

We already have a name.

It's a branding question. People associate the Guardians of the Galaxy with a loudmouth furball itching to blow everything up.

Fair point.

Then I suggest Savers of the Galaxy.

Not sure.

How about Space Guard as our new team moniker?

That would be a brand of incontinence underwear.

Morgoth's breath, you are correct!

I used them.

Fine, whatever.

We'll talk to Kazlan and we'll go out and have a good time.

You think Cosmo will actually believe us?

Like I said, we go way back. Plus, he's probably already heard about what's happening. All we do is confirm the rumor. Maybe he'll even give us a reward.

Have you had dealings with this Cosmo murderess?

We've circled back to that name, have we?

It's a statement of fact. You are by trade an assassin.

And you're a convicted serial killer. Your hands are exactly clean.

What about Rocky and Groot?

What about them? They left. What am I supposed to do, chase them down and beg them to come back?

You could apologize.

That's your advice?

The apology does not to be sincere.

Then what's the point?

I guess if we ever see him again— big if, by the way— but if it happens, then maybe I might think about it. Anyway, once we let Cosmo know what's happening out there, we'll have more time to think about what to do with Rocket.

If Rocket doesn't come back—

So you come in. Haven't seen an M-Class in a while. Not since your Went down anyway.

Answer my earlier question.

What question?

You met Nowhere's chief of security?

Not personally, no, but I've heard stories.

How do we find this Cosmo?

We head to his tower on the far side of the market. That's where he keeps an eye on things. Be good to see Cosmo again. I guess I kind of miss the old boy.

How exactly do you know him?

Was he also a prisoner of the Chitauri?

Nope, he meant right here, back when I was in the Ravagers.

Dishonorable killers and thieves.

The Ravagers actually did some good during the war.

Even the mangiest of mutts will behave if it befits them.

Whatever bad stuff we all did is behind us. We're the good guys now, right?

Heroes for hire. Except no one will hire us.

Maybe Cosmo will have a fetch quest for us or something. Keep an eye on your things. These Koops are a bit hands-on, if you know what I mean.

They have fortune tellers on Earth.

No one could predict what Thanos would do.

Mad Titan will pay for everything that he has destroyed.

He's gone, Drax.

His death helped.

Nexus, what are you Do you still have those suicidal urges?

What?

No.

Huh.

And you thought joining a team would be bad for you.

Hi, Sun Lord, right? Is it Rockstar?

It's Star-Lord.

Hey, that's right.

I forget which version of you I've met. Did you do the thing yet?

What is the thing she is referring No idea.

Hi, I don't know if we've met yet. I'm— no, no, no, no, it's not— oh, oh, no, he's lying. I mean, oh, where the Cortaces arose, the broken promise of humanity. Mantis, you okay? Oh, hey Gamora! You look less depressed. Thanks.

Don't worry, it's always weird the first time.

Still, Madonna! Ah, fuck.

Hi guys, you should not be in this place.

Actually, I'm exactly where I need to be, I think. No, yes, this is where I need to be, or needed to be. I'm needed.

Yes.

Wait, why are you here?

You cannot keep leaving the sanctuary, it's not safe.

There are Rumblings in the galaxy. When aren't there rumblings in the galaxy? Yeah, okay, if you're gonna keep making mad face. It was nice seeing you again, Gamora. Starguy, green meanie. Okay, bye.

So Gamora, you and Mantis seem close.

We've met.

Okay, you are being evasive, woman.

Wait, woman? That's the nicest thing you've ever called me.

I'm not gonna ask, but if you wanted to talk about it—

We met after I escaped from a failed job. I, I was infected.

It's a wonder this place hasn't collapsed in on itself yet.

I need to leave.

Uh, something wrong?

It's not your business, Peter Quill. Do not wait for me.

Who's that?

Drax. Watch it, Star-Lord.

Watch yourself, jerky red guy. You believe that? So go talk to Cosmo alone.

What's wrong, honey?

You look terrible. This is a place to forget your troubles.

Got one thing left to do, and then I plan on doing some serious forgetting. Oh, I hope Cosmo's in the office.

Bridge closed. Go away.

Doesn't look closed.

See through nowhere security. Super You're official. Go other way. Alley. Alley.

I really need to see Cosmo.

Cosmo not in tower. Get out there, Star-Lord. In alley.

Wait. How did you know my name?

Go. Or end up in Cosmo prison. You choose.

Cosmo, you in here?

Cosmo? Sure, not weird at all.

Cosmo is definitely somewhere in this maze of rotting brain matter. Okay, just got to find Cosmo, then I can deal with the team if I can find them. Are you afraid, Peter Quill? I'm a brute and near invincible. I fear nothing.

You, however, will perish in this maze.

Cosmo, that you? I hate mazes, especially stinking brain mazes. Jesus. Okay, dude, deep breath. Deep breath. I am Groot.

Stop being so nice to him.

Growl, grumble, hiss.

Flark, I gave myself a heart attack. Cosmo! Cosmo! That's not good. Look at what we got here. Watch it, Star-Lord. And what's a filthy scut-stained Terran doing out here, Rossum? Hiding's what I think, Garrick. Terrans always be hiding. Because everybody knows Terrans are scrawny. Money. Ain't good for eating. Uh, if you're into that, we might be into that, except for the bounty.

Hey guys, wouldn't happen to know where Cosmo's office is, would you? I get the distinct feeling that you're looking for someone of the Earth persuasion. I get it, man, I get it. Us Earthers, we all look the same. It's not like you guys, you very