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Y/N, Rocket, Groot, Quill and Gamora were all transported to the high security prison known as Kyln. He sighed when handcuffs with small blue glowing orbs were placed on his wrists. He walked in front of Gamora and behind Quill as they were led through the hallways by a single prison guard.

"I guess most of Nova Corps wanna uphold the laws, but these ones here, they're corrupt and cruel." Rocket began while walking through the hallways, "But, hey, that's not my problem. I ain't gonna be here long. I've escaped 22 prisons."

"And six times of those times were with me." Y/N cut in, "I ended up in prisons so many times after I started traveling with these two I'd make a great Trailer Park Boys character." Y/N told him, sending Quill a quick look, who looked at him confused at the mention of something he has never heard before, "This prison is no different, give us a week and we'll be gone."

Rocket smirked and nodded his head to that.

"Trailer Park what?" Quill raised his brow in confusion.

"Trailer Park Boys. A TV show from Earth?" Y/N turned to him for a second, unaware for how long Quill was away from his home planet, "You've never seen this before?"

Quill titled his head, "When it was made?"

"First season came out in..." Y/N paused for a moment,trying to remember in which year the first season of that TV show came out, "2001? I think."

"I left the Earth long before it was made." Quill explained, "Care to explain what do you mean by it?"

"Basically, after I started traveling with Rocket and Groot, I started ending up in prisons just as frequently as the main characters from this show." Y/N explained with a shrug of his shoulders.

"You're lucky the broad showed up." Rocket stated, "Because otherwise, me, Y/N, and Groot would be collecting that bounty right now, and you'd be getting drawn and quartered by Yondu and those Ravagers."

"I've had a lot of folks try to kill me over the years." Quill began, shifting his glances between Rocket, Y/N and Groot, "I ain't about to be brought down by a tree, another human and a talking raccoon.

The prison guard that was leading them stopped them by holding his hand in front of Rocket, "Halt."

"What's a raccoon?" Rocket asked with a raised brow shorty after.

Quill's answer came quickly, as it was the most obvious thing, "What's a raccoon?" It's what you are, stupid."

"Ain't no thing like me, except me." Rocket said proudly, pointing at himself with his handcuffed palms.

"I tried telling him that, but he sticks in his mind that he's not a raccoon." Y/N explained to Quill. When he started working with Rocket and Groot, he tried telling the former who he was, but Rocket didn't seem to be fond of being called a raccoon, so Y/N decided to stop calling him that, maybe except for a few times when he and Rocket ended up getting into an argument.

The group started walking again as Quill leaned forward a bit to look at Gamora, "So, this orb has a real shiny blue suitcase, Ark of the Covenant, Maltese Falcon sort of vibe. What is it?"

"I am Groot." Groot spoke up.

Quill had no idea what Groot was saying to him, "So what? What's the Orb?"

"I have no words for an honorless thief." Gamora replied.

"Pretty high and mighty coming from the lackey of a genocidal maniac." Rocket remarked as Gamora turned her attention towards him, "Yeah, I know who you are. Anyone who's anyone knows who you are."

"Yeah, we know who you are." Quill said, giving a nod of his head. He then quickly leaned towards Y/N ear and whispered, "Who is she?"

Y/N opened his mouth to reply, but Groot answered for him, "I am Groot."

Quill turned to look at him, "Yeah, you said that."

The group stopped again as Gamora explained, "I wasn't retrieving the orb for Ronan, I was betraying him. I had an agreement to sell it to a third party."

"I am Groot." Groot said again, much to Quill's irritation.

"Well, that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you told that." Quill groaned, "What is wrong with Giving Tree, here?''

"Well." Rocket began explaining, "He don't know talking good like me and you. So his vocabulistics is limited to "I" and "am" and "Groot". Exclusively in that order."

"If you want a simplier explanation, I am Groot, is all he can say." Y/N added. It took him a while to understand what Groot was saying, and he was still having troubles with some of the words.

"I tell you what, that's gonna wear real thin, real fast." Quill stated, as he stopped in front of opened doors where some prison guard was checking his stuff. He saw him placing his headphones over his ears and using his walkman, "Hey, put that away." He said to him as he made his way into the room, shouting to the guard, "Take those off! That's mine! Those belong to impound. That tape and that player are mine!"

The prison guard was clearly irritated by Quill. He took the headphones off his ears and placed them on the table. He picked up a stun-rod and walked over to Quill, touching him with the end of the rod into the chest. zapping him with blue electricity.

Quill screamed in pain as he fell on his knees, recognizing the song that was playing in the room, "Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede 1973. That song belongs to me."

The guard gritted his teeth in frustation as he zapped Quill again, making him fell on the floor, while the others just watched everything from the hallway.

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After a rather annoying process of being checked into the prison, Y/N, Rocket, Quill and Gamora had put on a yellow clothes on themselves. There wasn't really a big need for Groot to wear one, because he didn't wear any clothes at all before arriving in this prison.

They entered the main area of the prison which was filled with many other prisoners, male and female alike of many spieces. The prisoners were minding their own business, either sitting by one of the tables, or standing on one of the levels, watching their new inmates from above.

When the group had finally stepped in, prisoners went crazy and started throwing various things at them and threatening them, well mostly at Gamora because of who she was, but that didn't seem to make her nervous one bit.

"Murderer!"

"Coming for you first, Gamora!"

"You're dead!"

They were just one of the insults and threats directed her way, but she didn't seem to care about them. She just walked in front of Quill, Rocket and Y/N, not paying attention to any of the insults of threats that were thrown her way.

"It's like I said." Rocket stated, glancing around the prisoners who had their attention focused on Gamora, "She's got a rep. A lot of prisoners have lost their families to Ronan and his cronies. She'll last a day."

"The guards will protect her, right?" Quill asked him.

"That is rather unlikely. They're here to stop us from getting out." Y/N answered, "They don't care what we do to each other on the other side."

"'Whatever nightmares the future holds." Gamora began, her expression set in stone as Y/N, Quill and Rocket turned to look at her, "Are dreams compared to what's behind me."

Quill and Y/N turned back forward themselves and were instantly met with a large blue alien, "Check out. The new meat."

Y/N jumped back a bit because this guy came out of nowhere, "Oh, c'mon, not this.."

The blue alien moved his right hand across Quill's cheek and left hand across Y/N's cheek, making both of them uncomfortable. Groot moved towards the alien and began growing branches from his arms. He shoved shoved two branches in his arms up his nostrils. The branches grew out, lifting the alien from the ground, who cried out in pain.

Y/N smiled up at Groot, "Thanks, buddy."

Groot responded to his words with a smile as Rocket moved to stand next to Groot, gesturing towards Quill, "Let's make something dear. This guys here is our booty! You wanna get to him, you go through us... or more, accurately, we go through you!"

More roots were shoved deeper into the alien's nose who was whimpering in pain before Groot finally dropped him on the ground. He held his nose, still whimpering as Rocket, and Groot walked past him. Y/N stayed in the back for a bit to give the alien a small wave, before taking a few steps forward to join his partners.

Quill watched them. He glanced around the prisoners and pointed at the trio in front of him, "I'm with them."

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Y/N sighed as layed on his bunk, staring stared into the ceiling of his cell. He and Quill were placed in the same cell together, and he wasn't really complaining about it.

He heard Quill who was laying on the bunk under him clear his throat, "So..."

"What is it?" Y/N asked him.

"How long has it been since you left the Earth?" Quill asked him, wanting to start a conversation, because just like Y/N, it's been a while since he was other human.

"It's been over two years now. What about you?" Y/N's answer was quick.

Quill sighed, "I've been here since 1988."

It took Y/N a moment to reply. He was aware that Quill was here longer than him, but it was longer than he had excepted, "...That's long, very long."

"Yeah." Quill let out another sigh, "I bet that you didn't had much of a choice when it came to that."

Y/N shook his head, "No. I was just having a walk through the forest and then everything went black. The next thing I know I'm on some ship of the bandits that were going to sell me and some other guys who unlike me weren't from Earth, so we could work in the mines of some rich a-holes from Kandrakxia. Their planet has some valuable resources but they're too budy to mine them so, they started to force other people to mine that for them. Luckily for us, we never made it to our destination. After we escaped, we went on our separate ways. I've alone for about a year, before I came across Rocket and Groot."

"If it will make you feel better, I didn't had much of a choice as well." Quill told him.

"What happened?" Y/N asked him.

"I was abducted my the group of Ravagers and stayed with them ever since..." Quill paused for a moment, "It was on the day when my mother died."

"Oh..." Y/N said in response. It took him a moment to say something, "I'm sorry to hear that." He sighed, "I lost my mom too."

"What happened?" Quill asked.

"Car accident. A few years ago." Y/N answered, "My father was left to take care of me and younger brother."

"You have a brother?" Quill asked him another question.

"I have two brothers. I'm a middle child. Ernest is seven years older than me and Mike is three years younger than me." Y/N replied, "What about you? Do you have any sibling, or what about your father?"

Quill opened his mouth to reply but then he heard something outside of his and Y/N cell. He stood up from his bunk to see what was going as Y/N watched him confused from his bunk.

He sat up, calling out to him, quietly, "Quill?"

His cellmate came back to him, informing him about what happened, "They've taken Gamora."

"What?" Y/N asked him.

Quill walked back to the entrace of their cell, sending him a quick look before walking out of it, "You're coming?"

"...Fine." Y/N replied after a moment, hopping off his bunk. He followed Quill out of his cell, the two of them following the prisoners that took Gamora.

Rocket voice sounded behind them, "Guys!"

Y/N and Quill didn't reply to his calls. Rocket sighed as he followed the two humans, walking closely behind them. All three of them quietly snuck down the hallway, to not get spotted by anyone. They found Gamora in some room, with three other prisoners. They were holding her against the wall and one of them was holding a knife against her throat.

"Gamora. Consider this a death sentence for your crimes against the galaxy." One of them spoke up to her.

"You dare?" Called a deep voice, then a large man came out of the shadows, "You know who I am, yes?"

"You're Drax..." One of the prisoners answered, his tone changing into the one of fear, "Drax the Destroyer."

"And you know why they call me this?" Drax asked, walking up to them.

One of the prisoners answered quickly, "You slayed dozens of Ronan's minions."

''Ronan murdered my wife Ovette, and my daughter Kamaria. He slaughtered them where they stood... and he laughed!" Drax growled in anger, turning to look at Gamora, "Her life is not yours to take. He killed my family, I shall kill one of his in return."

''Of course, Drax." One of the prisoners nodded his head, handing his knife to Drax. It was when Gamora made her move and grabbed the arms of two other prisoners, disarming them. She knocked the two prisoners down, and aimed their knives against Drax's and the third prisoners throat.

"I'm not family to Ronan or Thanos." She said and took one step back after saying those words, dropping the blades on the floor, "I'm your only hope at stopping him."

Drax roared and pinned her to the pillar by her throat, "Your words mean nothing to me!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Quill shouted as he stepped forward, making Drax turn to look at him, "Y'know, if killing Ronan is truly your purpose, I don't think this is the best way to go about it."

"Are you not the man this wench attempted to kill?" Drax asked, tightening his grasp om Gamora.

"Well, I mean she's hardly the first woman to try and do that to me." Quill answered. He showed him a few of his scars on his body, telling him how he got them, "Here's the point, she betrayed Ronan, he's coming back to her, and when he does, that's when you..." He dragged his finger across his throat.

"Why would I put my finger on his throat?" Drax asked, confused, having no idea what Quill meant by that.

"What?" Quill asked, confused by Drax's answer.

"Yeah, what?" Y/N whispered to himself, as he looked down at Rocket, the two of them staying in the background.

Rocket' answer was quick, "His people are completely literal."

Y/N nodded his head in response and the two of them just proceeded to watch everything in front of them.

"Oh no. It's a symbol for you, slicing his throat." Quill explained to Drax what he meant by that, dragging his finger across his throat again to clarify his point.

"I would not slice his throat." Drax told him, "I would cut his head clean off."

"It's a general expression for you killing somebody. You've heard this, you've seen this, right?" Quill asked as he turned to look at the other prisoner, dragging his finger across his throat for the third time, "You know what that is?"

"Yeah, yeah." The prisoner said with a nod of his head, but when Drax glanced at him, he changed his answer and shook his head, "No, no."

Quill send the prisoner a quick look, before explaining to Drax, "What I'm saying is, you want to keep her alive. Don't do his work for him."

Drax stared at Quill for a moment, before turning to look at Gamora. The green skinned woman was clinging into Drax's wrist, gasping for breath. A moment had to pass, but he dropped her on the ground. She kneeled down, coughing.

He looked down at the knife which was given to him by the prisoner, "I like your knife. I'm keeping it."

"That was my favourite knife." The prisoner whined as Drax walked past Y/N and and Rocket, both of them remained silent and just watched him leave the room.

After that, Gamora slowly started to make her way back into her cell, and Quill followed her, "Listen! I could care less whether you live or die!"

Rocked and Y/N followed them, and heard Gamora ask Quill, "Then why did you stop the big guy?" 

"Simple, you know where to sell my orb." Quill replied.

"How are we gonna sell it when we are still here?" Gamora asked him as she stopped and turned to look at him.

"My friend Rocket here has escaped twenty-two prisons..." Quill looked down at Rocket for a second, and then shifted his attention to Y/N, "And my friend Y/N has escaped six prisons."

"Oh, we're getting out." Rocket gave a nod of his head. He looked up at Quill, adding, "And then we're headed straight to Yondu to retrieve your bounty."

"What?" Quill asked him.

"Don't blame us, Quill. I already told you on Xandar that it's nothing personal." Y/N reminded him, "I and Rocket are just in a need units and according to Yondu. You are worth 40, 000 units."

Quill turned to Gamora, "How much was your buyer willing to pay for the orb?"

A moment passed until Gamora replied to his question, "...Four billion units."

Y/N's and Rocket's eyes shot open in suprise and both of them exclaimed at the same time, "What?"

Quill was not afraid to show his suprise as well, "Holy shit!"

"The orb is my opportunity to get away from Thanos and Ronan." Gamora continued, "If you free us, I'll lead you to the buyer directly, and I'll split profit between the four of us."

"I am Groot." The familiar voice sounded and all four of them turned in the direction of it to see Groot, watching them between the bars of the male sleeping ward.

"Five of us..." Rocket sighed, glancing up at Groot, "Asleep for the danger, awake for the money, as per frickin' usual."

"We should probably go get some sleep." Y/N said as everyone looked at him, "The next day is certainly going to be a busy one for all of us and we could use a good sleep before that."

Everyone just nodded their heads to his words and headed back their cells to have some sleep.

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The next morning, Y/N, Groot, Rocket, Gamora, and Quill all walked into the cafeteria to have their meal. Y/N knew one thing in the exact moment when his meal was placed on his tray. That he wasn't going to touch it in a million of years. They came over to an empty table and took their seats by it.

They placed the trays with their disgusting meal on the table as Rocket began explaining his plan to them, "If we're gonna get outta here, we're gonna need to get into that watchtower." He gestured towards a large watchtower in the middle of the cafeteria. A man was inside of that watchtower, watching over at the prisoners, "And to do that, I'm gonna need a few things."

"Like what?" Quill asked.

"The first thing is quite obvious." Y/N answered, as he looked up at the single guard that was pressing something on the security band on his wrist, opening the doors for the prisoners.

Rocket continued, "As you can see, the guards wear security bands to control their ins and outs. I need one."

Gamora looked at the guy with the band, "Leave it to me."

"That guy." Rocket proceeded with his plan, pointing at the inmate who was carrying a tray of food. One of his legs was prosthetic, "I need his leg."

Y/N rolled his eyes, knowing already that Rocket wasn't going to need this guys leg. One of his partners had some strange obsession with stealing prosthetic limbs from people. He already had fallen for this once, and he definitely wasn't going to fall for this again.

"His leg?" Quill asked, suprised by the answer.

"Yeah. I don't need the rest of him. Look at him, he's useless." Rocket stated.

Quill nodded his head, "Alright."

"And now, we're onto the hard part." Y/N stated. He gestured towards one place on the watchtower, "On the wall back there is a black panel. Blink yellow light, see it?"

Quill and Gamora looked at the place Y/N was pointing at nodded their heads.

"There's a quarnyx battery behind it. Purplish box, green wires. To get into that watchtower, we'll definitely need it if we want to get out of here." Rocket finished.

"How are we supposed to do that?" Gamora asked.

They were too busy with discussing their plan, and none of them noticed Groot started to make his way towards the watchtower.

"Well, supposedly, these bald-bodies find you attractive, so, maybe you can work out some kind of trade." Rocket suggested.

Gamora rolled her eyes, thinking he was joking, "You must be joking."

"No. I and Y/N really heard they find you attractive." Rocket told her.

Y/N nodded his head in confirmation, adding, "And this was one of the many things they said about you, but we'll spare you the details."

"Look, it's twenty feet up in the air, and in the middle of the most heavily guarded part of the prison." Quill pointed out.

"We got only one plan." Rocket hissed, "And that plan requires the frickin quarnyx battery, so figure it out!"

A clang echoded across the cefeteria, none of them paid attention to it, as Y/N continued the plan, sounding more calmly than Rocket, "Listen, Quill. I wouldn't worry that much about getting that battery because what happens after we will take it is the hard part I spoke about. Once we will remove the battery, everything is gonna slam into emergency mode. We're gonna have to move quickly after that."

Out of the sudden, the sound of something being ripped out and hitting something rang across the cafeteria, earning the attention of all four of them. They all turned around to see Groot standing in front of the watchtower, reaching into the panel. Drax stood not too far from him and was watching it as well, but none of them really paid attention to him.

When Groot finally removed the battery, the light turned off and alarm started ringing. Groot turned to them and held the battery in front of him, with a proud smile on his face.

Rocket shook his head, "Or we could just get it first and improvise."

"I'll get the armband." Gamora said, rising up from her seat to get the armband from the guard.

Quill left his seat as well, "Leg."

Rocket rubbed his eyes in frustation, groaning as Y/N stood up from his seat as well, walking over to Groot. He send his friend a quick smile and shook his head, "You really want to get out of here, pal?"

Groot just gave him a sheepish smile in response as several drones flew out of the other room and surrounded the two of them. Groot moved his other hand to move Y/N behind his back to shield him just in case of something happened while little branches began to grow on his shoulders.

"Prisoners." The sound of the bored voice of the guy from the tower sounded across the cafeteria, "Drop the device immediately, and retreat to your cells, or we will open fire."

Groot didn't listened to any word he said, instead more branches grew on his shoulders. He roared as Y/N made sure to remain behind his back, "I am GROOT!"

The man in the tower sighed, ordering, "Open fire!"

The droids began firing at the duo. Y/N stayed behind Groot's back who's skin blocked any bullets that were fired at the human while the talking tree slammed his fist against one drone, sending it into the wall. The drone was slammed against the wall, making a small explosion, making one prisoner who happened to be nearby fall on the floor to shield himself from the explosion.

"All prisoners return to your sleeping areas!" The man in the tower ordered, this time sounding more serious than bored.

Rocket ran across the floor on all fours, making his way towards his friends while also doing his best to dodge bullets. He latched himself into Groot's leg and climbed up to his shoulder, "You idiot! How am I or Y/N supposed to fight these things without our stuff!"

He didn't got any answer from neither of his partners as Groot grew bramble on his hand, intending to use it some sort of defensive shield when a droid flew over to them. It began firing at them and Groot held his shield in front of himself, shielding Rocket and Y/N from the fire. He skidded back a bit. He slammed the droid with the same hand, sending it away from them.

Drax who remained in one place since all of this started just kept looking at them until he spotted a group of prisoners running into the cafeteria and aiming their weapons at Rocket, Y/N and Groot. He charged into the closest one before he could fire, making him slam into the wall. The other guard aimed his rifle at the destroyer, who simply caught it and punched him in the face. He crouched down and threw the rifle at the third guard, sending him to the ground before throwing the second one in the air.

Another one of prison guards charged at him, but he simply send him away with a powerful kick into the chest. He moved to another guard and threw him down with a flip and kicked out another one. One of them punched him in the face, but he didn't even feel it. He knocked him down with a head-butt before lifting another one down and smashing him into the floor.

He picked up two rifles and tossed it to Rocket and Y/N, "Creepy little beast and skinny terran!"

Y/N smirked when he caught the rifle. He cocked it, whispering to himself, "Now, that's what I'm talking about."

Rocket was pleased with it as well. He cocked the gun, saying, "Oh, yeah."

Branches grew from Groot's other arm and they lifted Y/N up from the ground. Y/N's smirk was not leaving his face as hung from Groot's arm, firing at every drone he spotted while Rocket laughed, doing the same from Groot's shoulder. Speaking of Groot, he roared and moved around, giving his friends a good look around the cafeteria and chance to take out as many droids as they could.

Gamora's voice suddenly called out for them, "Rocket! Y/N!"

They turned to look at her and saw her standing on the second level. She threw the arm brand to them which was caught to Rocket who quickly spoke to Groot, "Move to watchtower."

Groot nodded his head as his branches dropped Y/N on the floor. They quickly moved to the watchtower and Groot extended his branches to help Rocket and Y/N climb up. Gamora who was already made her way over there helped the duo as well. Quill was quick to join them, holding the leg Rocket asked for under his chin, but he wasn't only one. Drax was right behind him.

"I need a whole squad with full armor." The man in the tower declared, as the entrance to the watchtower was opened. He turned behind and saw Y/N, Quill, Gamora, Rocket, Groot and Drax all looking at him. He held his breath, as Groot grabbed him and threw him out of the watchtower. The group hurried the controls and Rocket began working on them as Drax eyes Gamora and glared at her, which she didn't fail to notice.

"Why is this one here?" She wanted to know.

"We promised him he could stay by your side until he kills your boss. And I always keep my promises, especially when they're to muscle whack jobs who'll kill me if I don't." Quill reminded her what happened last night. He set the prosthetic leg on the controls next to Rocket, "Here ya go."

Rocket grinned slighty, while pressing the buttons and controls, "Oh, uh. I was just kidding about the leg. I just needed these two things."

"What?" Quill asked him, not liking this revelation from Rocket one bit.

The talking raccoon laughed, "I just thought it'd be funny. What did he look like, hopping around?"

"Rocket." Y/N rolled his eyes, "You're the only person who finds it funny."

"You knew about it?" Quill turned to Y/N, "You couldn't just tell me?"

Y/N gave him a sheepish look and shrugged his shoulders, "I wanted you to find out for yourself!"

"I had to transfer him 30,000 units!" Quill exclaimed.

"How are we gonna leave?" Drax asked.

Rocket's answer was quick, "'I have a plan! I have a plan!"

"'Cease your yammering and relieve us from this irksome confinement." Drax demanded.

"Yeah." Quill nodded his head, agreeing with Drax, "I'll have to agree with the walking thesaurus on that one."

Drax looked Quill, his expression hardening, "Do not ever call me a thesaurus."

Quill flinched a bit after seeing the way Drax looking at him, "It's just a metaphor, dude."

"His people are completely literal." Y/N explained, remembering what Rocket told him last night about Drax's people.

"That right." Rocket nodded his head in confirmation, "Metaphors are gonna go over his head.''

''Nothing goes over my head." Drax told Rocket, looking up, "My reflexes are too fast. I would catch it."

Gamora sighed, "I'm gonna die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy."

The watchtower was slowly surrounded was prison guards at droids. One of them was carrying a really big gun, which Quill didn't failed to notice, "Those are big guns...

One of the guards fired at the window, creating a crack in it, and Gamora knew that it was just a matter of time now, "Rodent, we are ready for your plan."

"Hold on!" Rocket's answer was short and quick

Another guard fired at the tower, this time hitting the side of the tower.

"I recognize this animal." Drax stated, pointing at Rocket, "We'd roast them over a flame pit as children. Their flesh was quite delicious."

"Not helping!" Rocket growled a bit.

"This isn't the time for this!" Y/N added.

Another shot was fired which hit another glass window of the watchtower leaving a massive crack, which was followed by someone shouting, "All fire on my command!"

"Uh..." Y/N was now actually growing worried, "Rocket? We're running out of time!"

"I'm doing as fast I can!" Rocket told him.

Just when the guards were about to fire at the tower, Rocket plugged two wires in and everyone heard a loud noise before the tower began slowly to float into the air. Even the guards and their weapon began to float in the air.

"You turned off the artificial gravity" Gamora realized what Rocket just did, "Everywhere but in here."

"You had me worried here for a second, pal." Y/N smiled, giving his partner a quick pat on his back.

"I told you I had a plan." Rocket smirked. He pressed a large switch and the tower was disconnected from its base. He pressed more buttons, ordering the droids to return to the tower. The flying machines did as they were told to and slowly attached themselves to the bottom part of the tower. The sped of the tower was increased thanks to that, and it slowly crashed through the doors.

Quill nodded his head, "That was a pretty good plan"

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Quill kicked the front window of the tower and everyone went out to take their things. At first, Y/N made sure that his things were there. His shotgun was there, and so was his deck of normal playing cards. This was the only thing he had left from his home planet, and he definitely wouldn't want to lost it.

He pulled his clothes out when he heard Quill tell them, "Get my ship. It's the Milano, the orange and blue one over in the corner."

Y/N turned to his fellow human and saw him and Groot looking through some window. He walked over to them and spotted the ship as well. He looked at Quill for confirmation who just nodded his head.

"They crumpled my pants up into a ball. That's rude!" Rocket yelled, "They folded yours."

Quill ignored him, as he went over to the boxes and searched through them until he found his. Everything was there, even the orb, but he simply ignored it.

Y/N saw that something was off, "What's wrong?"

"The orb's here." Gamora added.

Quill kept looking through his stuff, "Wait, wait, wait."

"What is it?" Gamora asked him.

"The big blue bastard didn't put it back!" Quill replied.

Gamora titled her head, "Put what back?"

Quill responded by handing his bag to her, "Get them onto my ship, I'll be right back."

''How are you gonna possibly..." Gamora tried to ask him but Quill cut her off.

"Just keep the Milano close!" Quill interrupted her as he turned to run. He turned back for a second and noticed that Gamora and Y/N were still there, "Go!"

Y/N turned to Gamora when Quill disappeared from their sight, "Let's go."

Gamora gave him a quick nod in response as they made their way over to the Milano. They ran up the hatch into the ship and Y/N instantly ran to the driver's seat and saw Rocket.

"Take us out of here." He told him. Rocket just gave him a quick nod and started Milano. He took them out of the prison as Y/N told him, "Stay close to Kyln."

"What?" Rocket asked him, clearly confused by it. He noticed that Quill wasn't with them, "And where's Quill?"

"He's still inside, searching for something." Gamora explained.

''How is he gonna get us?" Rocket asked.

"He declined to share this information with us." Gamora replied.

"Screw this then! I'm not waiting for this guy like a death wish!' Rocket stated, shifting his glances between Y/N and Gamora, "You got the orb, right?"

"Yes." Gamora nodded her head and took a quick look into Quill's bag to notice that the orb was missing, "It's gone."

"What?" Rocket asked.

Y/N sighed, pressing his hand against his forehead, "Sneaky fella. He knew that we might leave him behind, so he took the orb with him."

Drax glanced out the window on his side and saw something fly around the Kyln. When it got closer, he saw Quill, "Behold." He said, causing everyone to look at him.

"Oh, that was fast." Y/N stated as Quill disappeared from their view. Gamora, Drax and Y/N got up and went to the back hatch to let him in. Groot also stood up walked to the hatch to see Quill walk in the Milano with help of Y/N, Gamora and Drax.

"This one shows spirit." Drax said, impressed by what Quill just did, "He shall make a keen ally in the battle against Ronan. Companion." He said to Quill, before asking, "What were you retrieving?"

Quill handed his walkman to Drax as his mask disappeared from his face. He walked towards the driver seat and started nudging Rocket out of his seat in order to take control of Milano.

Drax stared at the walkman for a second, before looking in the direction Quill went, "...You're an imbecile."

Y/N shrugged his shoulers, "At least he didn't lost the orb."

He went over to a wall and sat down on the floor. He set his shotgun next to his left leg as Rocket approached him.

They had a road to Knowhere ahead of them...