Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy
In this scripted YouTube scene, the Guardians of the Galaxy—Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket, Groot, and Drax—find themselves inside a largely deserted Nova Corps station, trying to pay a fine and remove a tracking device attached to their ship. The team navigates automated doors, a broken power grid, and a locked kiosk, with Rocket attempting low‑level hacks to reroute power while Groot and the others try to physically force entry. Gamora reveals the station’s connection to the Worldmind has been severed, and the group discovers strange purple‑glowing entities and a disembodied voice, Speaker F, which offers cryptic assistance and repeatedly urges the Guardians to have faith. Throughout the dialogue, the characters exchange their characteristic banter, discuss personal hobbies, and speculate about the station’s empty state, the missing Centurion Corell, and the nature of the Worldmind. The scene blends comedic interaction with tension as the Guardians confront bureaucratic obstacles, mysterious AI behavior, and the looming threat of the unknown purple entities, culminating in a standoff where the Guardians must decide whether to continue their mission or retreat.
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Down there.
Good, keep it that way. Starting to think maybe it's just what it eats, you know.
I wonder what the future has in store for us.
Involved. What would you be good for then?
Dispatching enemies is not my only skill. Tell me, rodent, would you have harmed the llama creature if the tree had not removed it?
You think? That thing's got it coming.
Gamora, did you find those dolls?
Yes. No, it doesn't matter. The Haloscope's in the Tayo system. Coordinates are in your console. So you surprised me once. Don't get used to it. If you're waiting for me to reopen that page, I won't. In the future, I'll try to avoid using the view screen for—
So why'd you close the view screen?
None of your business.
Isn't it though? Sounds like you're trying to hide something from us.
Yes, I am.
Hate to disappoint, but I saw everything. Didn't really peg you as a doll collector. And yes, I value my life.
Peter, I'm not gonna kill you for asking about my collection.
That's good, because last time—
So what if I collect them? A lot of people have hobbies. Groot collects plants, Rocket's obsessed with bombs.
Yeah, yeah, and Drax has a lot of really scary-looking knives.
See? Nothing out of the ordinary.
I guess. You know, as a kid, I collected stuff too. Baseball cards, action figures.
You think collections are childish?
No, no, no, that's not what I meant.
I'm messing with you, Peter. I don't care what you think. I'd just rather keep my hobbies to myself. Time's ticking away, Peter. Coral is probably monitoring this ship, waiting to see if we make the right choice.
Okay, Coral, weren't we gonna be that fast?
Oh, looks like someone changed their mind.
We're paying that fine, Rocket, whether you like it or not.
Looks like your girlfriend held up her end of the bargain.
Quill. You know for sure it's her?
Checking. Same designation as before. It's definitely Hallis Hope.
What are they doing to my shit?
Relax, standard Nova My ship's fine.
Which part?
Ask Quill.
He's the one who keeps crashing it.
So after we get out of here—
You mean if we get out of here—
I know someone who could set us up with a relatively lucrative contract.
I will not assassinate anyone.
Yeah, I ain't sneaking around no rich Flocka's mansion to poison his dinner or something.
I was going to explain how we could land a cattle herding contract with our llama experience.
Absolutely not. Hey, want to take bets on if Quill's going to get back with cop lady?
No, and Corral, that would be surprising.
Groot, really? Quill's got lots going for him, like, um, the hair.
You were being facetious.
Ready to pay our fine?
Even Groot can see you're here for some blueberry pie. I'm going on the record that I don't want to be here and that being here is a mistake. Good question. Hey, Gamora, you've been in a Nova Corps station. They got public restrooms?
We have a toilet right here, Groot.
Our bathroom is quite cramped for a being of his stature.
You ever been to the Rock before?
Yeah, looks like every other Nova Corps station.
Okay, here we go.
It's gross negligence.
Negligence, that's what I said.
Where is everybody?
Most Nova stations are heavily automated, all synchronized by the world mind.
It is unsettling.
Not like they had much choice after the war. Too many seats. Not enough butts.
Seems more efficient this way anyway.
Sure, till the Worldmind sneezes and suddenly you got no life support.
That is a precarious system.
It doesn't work that way. He's exaggerating.
Am I? I heard a bunch of Gold Domes on E-Gross starved because some ones and zeros made Worldmind hardlock the facility.
There's no Nova Corps facility on E-Gross.
Not anymore.
I am—
How should I know?
M-Ship designation Milano, move to holding space R73. Present validated ticket to kiosk.
What ticket?
Relax, Rocket. It's standard procedure.
You keep saying that.
This isn't exactly my first Nova Corps find. Yours either.
First time I'm paying one. What kind of name is The Rock anyway?
It is factually accurate.
Would you believe the name's got nothing to do with it being on a giant rock?
I would not.
So why is it called that?
No idea. That's just what I heard.
Is it a holiday?
Space cops don't take holidays. Hello?
We're here to pay a fine. Looking for Centurion Corell.
Door's locked.
Well, we tried. Come on, let's go.
We're not leaving. We'll go to them if we have to. Look, the door controls are on the other side if we can get you there.
So what, now I'm supposed to hack Nova Corps security?
I mean, if you don't think you can—
Cheap shot, Quill.
We are discussing breaking into a Nova Corps facility.
It ain't breaking in if no one's here.
That is precisely when one would break in.
Yep, it's locked.
Thanks for taking my work.
Thirsty, big guy?
This machine appears to be inoperable.
Maybe they're just all out of your flavor.
Perhaps we simply need to wait our turn.
Highly doubt it. Odd.
What is? I mean, besides all of this, there's nothing.
Not even a welcome screen.
It is on, right?
They're always on. Constant connection to the World Mind. That's the point. This one's been severed.
Perhaps this is a test to see if we will respect the bureaucratic process.
Well, newsflash, I don't.
Any chance they're all just on break?
I am Groot.
Groot says the kiosk still says open. I say it ain't our problem.
Hey, Drax, get me a can of Power Star, would you?
The machine is inoperable, and I am not in the habit of lending units.
I never said I'd pay you back.
All right, there's an air duct in here. Could be a way in, Rocket.
Could, sure. Or maybe it drops down into the hangar. Shut your mouth, we're supposed to be leaving.
Think you can squeeze through this vent?
If you can get it open. I ain't that flexible.
I'm thinking Drax.
No.
Groot.
Groot tells me to tell you that he can't do it.
Gamora, I got something for you.
Really?
There!
One open air duct.
Now we have damaged Nova Corps property.
Eh, just a little. All right, Rocket, see if this vent leads into that other room. And be careful.
You know, I still don't love this whole pay-or-fine plan, but I gotta say, messing with some Nova Corps tech ain't a bad consolation prize. Huh. There's something screwy with the power grid. It's like they're on backup only. I'm patching you through. You know the drill. Tell me which circuits to switch. We can only reroute power to so many things at once.
On it.
We'll find out.
That's a door.
The wrong door.
Still progress.
Watch and learn. This thing's got false positives all over the place. I'll have to do a relay.
Is that supposed to mean anything to us?
No, I just wanted you to know how difficult it is.
What the fuck, Peter?
You said the connection was down.
I thought it might help. Nope, didn't help.
There you go, buddy, free soda.
I will not add depth to to our list of charges.
We'll find out.
Hey, that sort of worked.
The blast door is going to need some extra troops.
See if there's another power junction.
Yo, Quill, any time now. Yeah, Nova's tech ain't that fancy. Don't expect me to hijack the World Mind or anything, but I can handle some low-level security.
Presto!
Waddo? You know, ta-da!
That is no more clear.
Doors open.
Why do not simply say so? It is conspicuously silent.
Good point. Hey, Nova, we want to pay our fine and get your Kratakan tracker off my Shh!
What?
Shh!
Gamora's right. Keep it down, Rocket. Something's off.
Exactly why we should get to the Milano and go.
As soon as we've paid our fine. We need to get rid of that Nova tracker.
There's more than one way to shake a tail, Quill.
The rodent is most qualified to speak on tails.
Someone out there?
Do we really want to pay this fine and go back to being broke? There, you hear that?
Now this place brings back memories.
Did you once serve with the Nova Corps, Peter Quill?
What?
No, but I had to stand in a lineup.
Screw it, I ain't making any progress here.
Getting the real haunted mansion vibe from this place. Uh, elevator's out, but the shaft above looks open.
We can use it to climb up there.
You expect us to walk on that thing?
It'll hold more than the 5 of us.
It ain't spooky. That big haunted house under Bonnie was spooky.
One has nothing to do with the other.
Please don't fall, please don't fall. Oh crap.
Okay.
Ooh, spooky.
Whoa, maybe these— oh crap, a bunch of babies.
Oh, you were too.
Are these Centurion armor?
Yup. Feel free to try one on, Quill.
A true warrior requires no armor.
You wouldn't fit in one anyway.
To wear armor is to expect failure.
For real? Can I try one?
Ha!
If you want to get fried to a puddle of goo. Each one is gene-coded by the World Mind.
Are you saying the World Mind has the genetic code of every Nova Centurion?
Yup. Word is the bugs tried to use that against them in the war. But that's one supercomputer you can't hack. Believe me, I tried.
This looks like the only way forward.
Ah, no wonder the door is all torqued out.
All right, let's hope that holds. How come this one gets its own room?
Looks like a workshop. You know, I hear they anodize these things with some kind of Zendarian smart metal.
Metal cannot be smart.
Smarter than some. It's all yours. No can do. Now that was some quality crafting, if I might say so myself. What do you think one of these suits would go for on the black market? More nothing.
There's got to be an explanation.
The Halis Hope is a capital ship. Maybe they're all there for some reason.
Or maybe this whole place is contaminated with Formarian pox.
I am experiencing a mild itching sensation.
Yeah, and I got a real pain in my ass.
How have we not run into a single Nova Corps?
Perhaps they are in a meeting.
All of them?
In my experience, meetings involve an inordinate amount of people and take longer than is necessary.
The whole state is apparently uninhabited.
It is not uninhabited. It is inhabited by robots.
I like it better this way.
Rocket, do your magic.
No.
What?
I said no. When are you going to come to your senses, Quill?
I am Groot.
And then what? He's going to drag us halfway through this station if we let him.
Drax, think you could pry the door open?
Not without purchase. Perhaps you should negotiate with the rodent.
Groot, would you talk to him?
I am Groot.
No.
Okay, we try one more room, and if we still haven't found anything, we leave. Deal?
Fine. One more room, not two. One. Door's flarked.
We ain't going back that way.
I thought the Nova Corps had more ships.
I heard they got, uh, staffing issues. From who?
People in places with other people.
Peter Quill, I found this.
Sector 1, check in.
Sector 1 sweep complete. 75% acceptance rate. It is as she promised. Have faith. The promise will be made real. Proceed to Sector 7 with faith.
Well, the good news is we're not alone. There's lots of chatter.
Tell them I want my ship back.
My ship.
I sense there's a but.
But it sounds like they're searching for something or someone.
Could explain why no one's around.
Who gives a fart? Tell them to get their golden butts up here.
The promise will be made real. Proceed to Sector 7 with faith.
Uh, hey there. Is this thing on? We're, uh, we're looking for Centurion Carell. Who is We're the Guardians of the Galaxy. We were supposed to meet Centurion Korrell to pay a fine.
Hello, Guardians of the Galaxy. I would be more than happy to assist you today. Where are you now?
We're, uh, in some sort of monitoring station.
Understood. Stay where you are. We will come to you.
Well, what did they say?
They're coming to us.
Ah, it's about flarkin' time.
Where's Centurion Carell?
Have faith, she is not with us at this time.
Have faith?
Really?
Anyone else seeing a purple glow around these guys?
I do not trust them. There's an alternative plan. Now may be the time to execute it.
Come, all will be made clear once you experience the promise.
What do you mean there's no Centurion Corell? Her ship's literally docked outside.
I understand your confusion. We will set your tumultuous souls at ease. Come, Guardians of of the galaxy. We will take you to the Hallows Hope. Then you too can have faith.
You should return to the ship.
Yep. If that's how you want to play this, bring it on.
Ariel, pull off your dog!
If we're lucky, she's got nothing to do with this.
A whole station of crazy cops, that's what we need. Now we know where they all went. This is far from all the Nova Corps. I'll enjoy this. You struggle in vain.
Another brave Nova Corps soldier down.
That's right, big guy.
Who's boss?
This will not reflect well on our find.
I don't see that matters now.
With that door flarked, we gotta go out the way they came in, so expect more of them purple freaks.
Yeah, what was with that weird glow they had?
Sorcery?
Virus?
Well, we better hope it ain't contagious. One more room, he said.
Well, we We did find something.
Yeah, lucky us.
What was all that about a promise?
I heard something about that in the helmet too.
Who cares?
They're clearly nutso. Worldmind probably went all rogue AI and Fried their brains.
Let's just find Carell. I'm sure she'll know what's going on.
Yeah, if you don't try and kill us like the last lot.
No way, not Carell.
Looks like a standoff.
Was a standoff.
Not good.
Flark. Nova killing Nova.
Which side won?
There's your answer. Oh man, this is bad.
We're I will not stand here and wait to die.
None of us got a whole lot of choice. Pork and meathead, nice knowing you. Peter, has everyone gone nuts?
Bend your knees when you land. Hear me? Are you sick to my ears? The others should be on their way.
Let them rest.
We can handle this rabble.
Cavalry has arrived. Finish what we have started. You guys huddle up!
