Chapter 1: A Risky Gamble/Script

The following is a verbal transcript of Chapter 1 from Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy.

(Notes: Conversation subtitles are unofficial. They are provided in order to help visibility. Currently, tabber works as intended only on desktop skins.)

Waking up

Drax: Peter Quill. Peter Quill! Wake up.
Star-Lord: Holy crap... Drax, you gotta stop doing this, man. It's... weird.
Drax: We are approaching the Quarantine Zone.
Star-Lord: How long was I out for?
Drax: 15,338 ticks.
Star-Lord: That's... very specific.
Drax: The betrayer is ready to begin our mission. She has requested your presence in the cockpit.
Star-Lord: Gamora's on our side, Drax.
Drax: She is the spawn of my sworn enemy, a murderess, and a traitor. I do not trust her.
Star-Lord: Well, try. We're supposed to be a team.
Drax: I make no promises. (Door closes behind him.)
Star-Lord: [exhales loudly] (Gets out of bed, puts on jacket and comm, grabs guns, and looks at mirror. When he does finger guns:) [chuckles]

Talk to your crew

(Idle banter before crossing rec room threshold.)

Overconfidence

Rocket: Oh, it ain't just a junkyard! The Quarantine Zone's the biggest pile of Galactic War debris in the known universe. Just think of all the tech we can find!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Hey, it's only illegal if Nova Corps finds us inside, which they won't!
Gamora: Groot's right to be nervous, Rocket. Don't underestimate the Nova Corps.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Come on! Am I the only one who ain't scared of the galactic police?
Gamora: They've got the numbers on us.
Rocket: But they ain't got the brains. Ha!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Sure takes a genius to catch my ship.
Star-Lord: My ship!
Rocket: Who said that? Quill?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: No, I think I heard him... never mind.

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Choose dialogue

Rocket: There you are, Quill! Tell Groot to stop worrying about getting arrested.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I'm not overconfident. I'm just the right level of confident.
Groot: [unconvinced grunt]

• Reassure Groot
• Spook him
• (...)

Star-Lord: Arrested? For what?
Rocket: [chuckles]
Groot: [unconvinced grunt]
Star-Lord: Our ship just... accidentally slipped into the Quarantine Zone.
Rocket: Oops, our navigation malfunctioned!
Star-Lord: Oops!
Groot: [disappointed sigh]
Drax: How would we accidentally cross into the Nova Corps force field?
Rocket: Pffft, details!
Groot: [chuckles]

Star-Lord: Arrested? If they catch us, they'll shoot us on spot.
Groot: [gasp]
Star-Lord: Out here on the frontier, cops don't have time to "arrest" people.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Ha! Relax, bud. Nova Corps ain't the type to shoot first. Arresting folks is their whole thing! That and silly helmets.
Groot: [grunt]

Rocket: Don't worry so much, bud. The Quarantine Zone is huge! No one'll ever know we were even in there.
Gamora: I give it one night on Contraxia before the whole quadrant knows we entered the Quarantine Zone.
Rocket: Think they'll listen to me when the famous Miss Teapot is at the bar?
Gamora: We are NOT talking about the teapot thing.
Rocket: Ouh, I hit a nerve!
Groot: [chuckles]

---

(Idle banter.)

Membership badge

Drax: Peter Quill, we must soon discuss the status of my official team membership badge.
Gamora: Drax, once again, there is no official badge.
Rocket: [cackling]
Drax: Obviously, you would not have one, assassin. The small one indicated the procedure is a well-guarded secret.
Gamora: Rocket, stop messing with him.

Escort job

Rocket: Hey Groot, did that escort job on Oorga ever pan out?
Groot: I am Groot...
Rocket: What d'you mean you never called her back?! Dunno if you noticed but we're flarkin' broke!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: What? Wait... what kind of "escort" was that contract about?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah... Maybe I'd rather be broke.

Legendary siege

Drax: Hmmmm. This moment of quiet reminds me of the legendary siege of Seknarf Seven!
Rocket: [groan] Not again!
Drax: It is said that Lady Hellbender held her breath through ten moons while riding across the stars on the back of a great horned beast. And when she arrived--
Gamora: --when she arrived, she exhaled and the wind blew away the Chitauri.
Drax: Indeed, it did.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: If he realized it didn't make no sense, he wouldn't be telling it.

Mysterious buyer

Rocket: So, Drax? Excited to meet our buyer after we catch the monster?
Drax: Of course! Lady Hellbender is a legendary warrior, and a noble queen.
Rocket: And she's rich!
Drax: That is not a prowess. Simply a commercial fact.
Gamora: As long as she buys our monster, she doesn't need to be royalty.
Drax: You are jealous of her status.
Gamora: No thanks. Being a Queen means being born with a target on your back.
Rocket: Kinda like the one on yours?
Gamora: [sigh]

Chips

Gamora: Rocket? Did you bring back the docking chips you took from the alignment console?
Rocket: I'll do it soon as I reconfigure them.
Gamora: You better not try to sell them off.
Rocket: Not like I'd make any money! Things are so cheap they couldn't align two magnetized connectors!

Dance club

Rocket: Oh, yeah... Remember that dealer who asked about the emitters? After you left, he--pffft he leans over to me and says: (Imitates voice.) what you need these for then?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, like I'm turning the Milano into a dance club or something!
Drax: Please refrain from creating this... club of dance.
Rocket: Yeah, yeah, we all know how you feel about dancing.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: What was I supposed to tell him? "Ah, y'know, I need them to build some ultrasonic lures, so my team of ex-cons can trap a mystery creature in the most illegal place in the quadrant... you wanna throw in a discount?"
Groot: [laughs in Groot]

Morgath

Rocket: [sneeze]
Drax: Morgath be with you!
Rocket: Hey! Morgath yourself!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: "Morgath" is a politeness thing? Katathian customs don't make no sense to me, bud.

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Talk to Rocket

Star-Lord: Nice gizmos, Rocket!
Rocket: I'm calling them "thumpers" on account of the noise they make. Assuming we get past the force field and reach your coordinates in one piece, all we gotta do is set them up and these babies are gonna draw out our monster in no time!

• Investigate thumpers
• Let him work

Star-Lord: How's that even going to work? The thumper goes "beep beep beep beep" then the monsters come running?
Rocket: It goes more like WAAH WAAH WAAH--
Gamora: (Off-screen.) Holy Hala! Rocket!
Drax: (Off-screen.) Stop this ruckus at once!
Groot: (Off-screen.) [laughs]
Rocket: [chuckles] And then the monster comes running out of its hole.
Star-Lord: You sure about that?
Rocket: Hey, all my intel came from your source.
Star-Lord: My source is very reliable! Those coordinates are 100% pointing towards a rare, elusive, priceless creature.
Gamora: (Off-screen.) With no physical description to go by!
Star-Lord: What do you think elusive means?!
Rocket: Don't matter what the monster looks like. As long as it's got ears, you can be sure my thumpers are gonna drive it right into our arms.

Star-Lord: Alright, I'll let you get back to it. Sounds like catching that monster will be easier than we thought!
Rocket: And the faster we catch it, the faster we get paid!
Star-Lord: [laughs]

Talk to Drax 1

Star-Lord: Drax, about Gamora--
Drax: Can this not wait, Peter Quill? I am readying my body for battle.
Star-Lord: Ah! Hmm... You know we're supposed to capture this monster, right? Not kill it.
Drax: Of course, but I suspect it will not go down without a fight.
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Cool it, Muscles. Lady Hellbender ain't gonna buy damaged goods.
Drax: I will aim to preserve the integrity of the beast as best I can.
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Good!

Talk to Drax 2

Drax: What is it?
Star-Lord: Dude, take five. We gotta talk about that Gamora thing.
Drax: She is waiting for you in the cockpit.

• Checked cockpit
• Didn't check cockpit

Star-Lord: I just checked in on her. You know you're not subtle with all that staring, right?
Drax: Subtlety is neither my strength nor my intent.
Star-Lord: I know you're mad about being on her team for the mission, but could you at least try to get along?
Drax: I doubt I would succeed.

Star-Lord: I know, I know. I meant... Are you gonna be okay? You two are gonna be alone on the ship for a while.
Drax: Rest assured, Peter Quill. I will keep a watchful eye and thwart any attempt at treachery.
Star-Lord: Ooooor, you could try trusting her.
Drax: You are naive, Peter Quill. She is a mistress of deceit.

Talk to Groot

Star-Lord: All good, buddy?
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: You know I don't understand you, Groot. But I'm gonna assume you just said something super kind and thoughtful.
Groot: [chuckles] I am Groot.
Drax: What did the tree say?
Star-Lord: No idea.

---

(Idle banter after talking to Groot.)

Thumper cable

Rocket: Argh... Here: you see that?
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yup, that's the cable coming out right there. Flarking thing keeps slipping off the socket. Gotta be careful when you plug them in.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Just in case. Doubt you'll have to fiddle with any of this once we're on the ground.
Groot: [grunt of approval]

Jellyfish-rats

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Just pocketing a little something so this job don't turn out like our monster-hunting gig in the Hilda cluster.
Gamora: (Off-screen.) Please, no... If I see a single jellyfish-rat in the Quarantine Zone I'm turning around.
Rocket: Hey, come on, Gamora. Don't lie to yourself. We all know you liked slicing through the squishy critters.

Adhesive

Rocket: Ha! Take a look at this.
Groot: Hmm?
Rocket: Had to use our last roto-adhesive, but I finally got the shielding plates in place. These babies are gonna be able to survive a full quantum blast! Or a space monster.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Talking about the Quarantine Zone here. Quantum blasts are just as likely as monsters.

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Explore Milano

Star-Lord:
(Looks at picture of Mom.) Wish you were here, mom.
(Picks up lyrics foldout.) Almost twenty years, and those tracks are still fire!
(Opens jukebox.) ...Nice!
(Enters Gamora's room.) She's only been here a few months, but her room's already decked out.
(Enters Drax's room.) Wonder if Drax was allowed to decorate his cell in the Kyln. Probably not...
(Enters Groot's room.) Groot really needs to get these plants under control.
(Enters Rocket's room.) Nice! Rocket finally cleaned up the fur balls. → Rocket: You're welcome!
(Enters array room.) Rocket! Why are the array cables everywhere on the floor? → Rocket: I'm working on it! → Star-Lord: [sigh]
(Checks toothbrush.) Not so sure about tooth cleaning tablets. Manual brushing is where it's at.
(Checks Milano status screen.) Good old Milano. Engine parts from at least 5 different black markets.
(Opens secret cargo compartment.) Yup, I use these for smuggling. Hopefully I won't ever have to smuggle myself in there.

Meet Gamora in the cockpit

Climb stairs

Star-Lord: Gamora?
Gamora: Up here, Peter.

Enter cockpit

Star-Lord: Hey! That's my chair!
Gamora: (Examines her blade.) Oh, then why aren't you in it?
Star-Lord: I was... strategizing!
Gamora: Ah...
Star-Lord: It's one thing to get into the Zone, but we still gotta catch that monster.
Gamora: Right.
Star-Lord: So, did I miss anything?
Gamora: Other than a ton of suspicious glares from Drax? Not really. Now if you're done strategizing, feel free to grab your seat. (Gets up, then takes her seat.) We're almost ready to go.

Talk to Gamora

Gamora: Once we breach that force field, there's no going back...
Star-Lord: Your black market codes are gonna crack that Nova net, right?
Gamora: Yup. Soon as you enter them in your console.

Leave cockpit

Gamora: Guys! Our great leader ran away. Could you send him back?
Drax: Peter Quill, the murderess still calls your name.
Rocket: Oh, sounds kinky.
Gamora: Ah, nope.

Return to cockpit

Gamora: Ready now?
Star-Lord: Now? Now-now?
Gamora: If his majesty will do us the honor of taking his throne.
Star-Lord: ... alright.

Start mission

Star-Lord: (Sits on chair.) Okay, here we go. Rocket, Groot, Drax! Get in here! We're going in!
Gamora: We still have a few ticks before the next time window, actually.
Star-Lord: The next one?
Gamora: Nova Corps' security grid resets every rotation. We want to be in and out before our code expires or we'll get stranded.
Star-Lord: And if we wait for the reset we'll get a full rotation to do this. Nice!
Rocket: (Arrives.) Oh, why's the Nova net still up? I thought we were going in?! (Sits down.)
Drax: (Arrives.) It appears the assassin's contacts are as untrustworthy as the betrayer herself. (Gamora crosses her arms.)
Rocket: Oh, please don't tell me Gamora's back-door codes are bust. (Drax sits down, then Groot comes in.) We nearly went broke getting them!
Star-Lord: Relax, Rocket. We've still got a few ticks before the next time window.
Gamora: The network just reset. You can enter the sequence, Peter. Zero. Four. Five. One.

Enter access code

(«Welcome to the Nova Corps Security Services» screen appears.)
Rocket: That's it? Four digits?
Drax: Suspicious. These security measures are too simplistic for Nova Corps.
Gamora: It's not that simple. The code only works on this date, for this ship.
Rocket: Oh, I get it. Gamora's "codes" are more like an encryption key of some sort, designed to integrate temporal coordinates and our ship's hard-coded serial into a local number generator.
Gamora: Info gets in, digits come out.
Drax: Four of them.
Gamora: Yeah.

Delay input

Star-Lord: Zero. Four. Five. One. → Gamora: What? → Star-Lord: I'm concentrating.
Drax:
(Delay 1.) Are you having difficulties, Peter Quill?
(Delay 2.) I believe the code is O, four, five, one. → Gamora: Zero. → Drax: O.
Gamora:
(Delay 1.) Zero - four - five - one.
(Delay 2.) Peter, it's time! Zero Four Five One.
(Delay 3.) Peter, do you need help with this? → Star-Lord: I'm good, I'm good.
Rocket:
(Delay 1.) (Robot voice.) Two - Two - One - Eight. → Star-Lord: ...no? → Drax: Do not confuse him, rodent.
(Delay 2.) We gonna sit here all day? Enter the flarking code! → Star-Lord: Right...
Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: Groot says: it's taking a while. → Drax: I could tell.

Wrong input

Star-Lord:
(Misinput 1.) Oops, alright. Not that one.
(Misinput 2.) Shoot, wrong number.
(Misinput 3.) [grunt of frustration]
(Misinput 4.) Come on, Pete, you can do this.
Drax: This seems difficult. May I assist you? → Star-Lord: No, no. I'm good, Drax.
Gamora:
(Misinput 1.) Peter, really?
(Misinput 2.) Good thing we waited until the clock reset.
Rocket: That display working alright, Quill? → Star-Lord: Yeah...
Groot: I am Groot? → Rocket: I'm sure he's fine. It's just four digits.

Correct input

Star-Lord: («Access granted» appears.) There!

Enter the Quarantine Zone

Star-Lord: And we're in!
Drax: Incredible.
Star-Lord: I never realized there was so much... stuff left after the war.
Gamora: Restraint wasn't very popular in the Chitauri army, especially with Thanos in charge.
Star-Lord: It's probably all harmless now. I mean Nova Corps' had twelve years to get rid of the heavy-duty explosives, right?
Rocket: That's why I like you, Quill. You're so pure. Ohhhh, the wonderful and terrible things I could do with all this tech...
Drax: Stay focused, rodent. We do not come here to scavenge.
Rocket: Why not? The Milano's weapon systems could use an overhaul. Plus, there's good money in it.
Drax: The beast that we seek is far more valuable to the Monster Queen of Seknarf Nine than any illegally-acquired salvage--
Star-Lord: (Milano dodges debris.) Whoa!... Place is really shifty.
Gamora: I'm not seeing a monster, but that big cylinder up ahead looks like that mining ship Peter's "friend" said to look for.
Rocket: "Friend."
Star-Lord: Yeah, for a night! And you'll see the monster soon as we place Rocket's monster-summoning thingies.
Rocket: Flark yeah! Groot, Quill, suit up. Team Rocket's up first.
(In cargo bay.)
Drax: I still do not understand why I must remain on-board with the assassin.
Rocket: Because you're part of Green Team.
Drax: You assigned me to the team before you named it. And my skin is not green. It is teal.
Star-Lord: Teal?...What? (Equips thumper on his back.) Listen, if we wanna trick the monster into going inside that mining rig, we need to place thumpers on both sides. Two sides. Two teams.
Gamora: (Via comm.) And two clicks to the drop site. Ground's too unstable to land the ship, so you'll need to jump.
Rocket: (Grabs thumper.) And that's our cue! Let's go, Groot! (Jumps and opens door. Groot follows.)
Star-Lord: (Activates visor.) Don't worry. Once the thumpers are placed, we'll meet in the middle and capture the monster together.
Drax: Very well. (Rocket, Groot, and Peter jump.)
Rocket: (Installs thumper.) Thumper one. done! (Milano leaves.)
Gamora: (Via comm.) Meet you at the rendez-vous point!

Follow Rocket

Landing

Star-Lord: Gamora! Take care of my baby.
Gamora: (Via comm.) It's a ship, Peter, not a child.
Star-Lord: Ha! Can you imagine?

Opposite direction

Rocket: Hey, Star-Board! Wrong way!
Gamora: (Via comm.) You guys sure you don't need help?
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Yep, very sure! Focus on your own task!

Detour

Rocket: [sigh] Okay. Guess you're taking the long way now?
Star-Lord: Just wanna make sure we don't miss anything.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Of course he knows it's dangerous. He's not a complete idiot.

Unstable platform

Star-Lord: Whoa!
Rocket: You OK, Quill?
Star-Lord: Yeah, I think so. This, uh, pink resin stuff's definitely strong enough to hold this place together?
Rocket: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Definitely probably strong enough.

Delay 1

Rocket: Come on, Quill, we still got three more thumpers to place. Second one's this way.
Star-Lord: I'm assuming you have a map or something?
Rocket: Map shmap. I know how to navigate a scrap heap.

Delay 2

Rocket: Any day now, Star-Pants!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Of course he can hear me, he's just scattered.

Delay 3

Rocket: These thumpers ain't gonna place themselves, Quill.

Pick up archive

Rocket: You find something we can sell?
Star-Lord: Nah, just some old correspondence. You know how I like to brush up on Galactic War history.
Rocket: Um. No? Don't think I've ever seen you read anything without pictures.
Star-Lord: I read plenty of non-picture stuff.

Brittle material 1

Star-Lord: Take that, brittle stuff!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He is not a better shot than me!

Brittle material 2

Rocket: [scoff] Show off.
Star-Lord: Just making sure my guns work.

Brittle material 3

Star-Lord: Pew-pew-pew-pew. Pew-pew-pew.
Rocket: Did you just say, pew pew?
Star-Lord: What? We're in a highly somber environment here, Rocket. Last thing I'd do is make light of it.

Brittle material 4

Star-Lord: Pew-pew-pew-pew. Pew!

Dislodge debris

Star-Lord: Whoa!
Rocket: Scut! Heads up!
Star-Lord: Careful!
Groot: I am Groot?!
Rocket: Dangerous and unstable. Yeah, yeah, we get it.
Star-Lord: Did not mean to do that.
Rocket: Smooth as always, Quill.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: I'm not encouraging him! I was being sarcastic!

Scan

Star-Lord: Visor works.
Rocket: Sure it works. I "checked it" right before we left.
Star-Lord: Did you just put "checked it" in quotes?
Rocket: What? "No."

Missiles

Star-Lord: Man, these missiles were devastating during the war. Wonder if any still work?
Rocket: You tell me, Visor-Boy.

---

(Idle banter.)

Crazy

Star-Lord: Yep, being here definitely feels a little weird.
Rocket: Yo, Quill. If these coordinates are so reliable, how come we're the only ones out here trying to catch this thing?
Star-Lord: We're the only ones crazy enough.

Nano-resin 1

Groot: (Looking at nano-resin.) I am Groot?
Rocket: What, the pink goo? It's custom nano-resin. Designed to keep all this war stuff from floating away.

Nano-resin 2

Groot: (Looking at nano-resin again.) I am Groot?
Rocket: Nah, it's totally safe. Now can we please focus less on the toxic goo and more on all this cool war junk it's holding together?
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: I didn't mean toxic toxic. More don't put it in your mouth toxic.

Pink substance

Drax: (Via comm.) Settle an argument, rodent. What is this omnipresent pink substance made of?
Rocket: Ya mean the ebrium-based nano-resin cluster-foam?
Gamora: (Via comm.) Never trust something with that many dashes in its name.
Drax: (Via comm.) Is it caustic?
Rocket: Not if it stays outside ya. Just don't eat any, or get any in your eyes.

Unknown looks

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: We don't know what it looks like. Quill neglected to get that info while he was flirting on Contraxia.
Star-Lord: It'll look like a monster worth selling. And I wasn't flirting, I was... drinking.

Walking

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Don't worry. It's safe to walk on. Mostly. That's why Green Team's on the Milano. Heck of a lot more dangerous to fly around in here.
Gamora: (Via comm.) I heard that.

Priorities

Rocket: Everybody keep an eye out for any good scrap or components.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I know the monster is the first priority. I'm just saying, if you see anything good along the way, pick it up.

Nova ships

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: [sigh] I told ya. We ain't gonna get caught. There's only like three ships left in the entire Nova Fleet.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Nova Corps has more than three ships.
Rocket: Sure, but you know, they ain't half the space-cops they once was. Can hardly keep their own peace without worrying about some old graveyard from the war.

Blaster power

Rocket: Just imagine what kinda blasters the Chitauri had to use to wreck some of these frigates.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I'm not being insensitive. I'm curious... and kinda jealous.

Nova net

Rocket: I heard Nova Corps once wanted to cover entire planets in Nova Net, just like this place.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: "Hostile" ones, I guess.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, I wouldn't want the Worldmind picking and choosing. Most of my favorite planets would probably become jails.

Gambling

Rocket: After we sell the monster, I say we head to Knowhere. Do some gambling.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Ha! You? You can't bluff your way out of a planting pot. But then, neither can Drax. Taking his share will be easy.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Gamora? Oh, we'll definitely have to watch out for her.

Dishonesty

Drax: (Via comm.) How many of these ships did you personally destroy, assassin?
Gamora: (Via comm.) In this massive junkyard? Filled with debris from both sides of the war? How do you expect me to answer that?
Drax: (Via comm.) Dishonestly.

Insubordination

Drax: (Via comm.) Peter Quill. The insubordination of the assassin has become insufferable.
Gamora: (Via comm.) I'm doing exactly what we planned to do.
Drax: (Via comm.) She is also quite contrarian.
Star-Lord: We talked about this on the Milano, Drax! Try harder.

Missing corpses

Drax: (Via comm.) It is strange. I have not encountered any corpses in the wreckage.
Rocket: Probably got disintegrated when their ships went ka-boom! Or the nano-resin absorbed them. Could explain its propagation. Or the closed atmosphere accelerates decomp and any body is just dust by now.
Drax: (Via comm.) I will require a vigorous scrubbing when this mission is complete.

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Spot rendezvous point

Star-Lord: I'm thinking that big cylinder thing is our rendezvous?
Rocket: Yeah, that's the mining rig.
Star-Lord: So weird seeing it all clustered together like this. Bits and pieces of a war that spanned the entire galaxy, held together by... pink goo.
Rocket: Ebrium-based nano-resin.
Star-Lord: Whatever. I'm just saying, it's a lot to take in.

Good times

Rocket: You know, I think I do sorta get it. Thousands of worlds fighting for some fleeting greater good. Guess it is kinda poetic.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Ah, cheer up. Just because the war was horrible doesn't mean there wasn't good times along the way.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, I am mostly talking about stuff blowing up.

Why here

Rocket: Oh, look! Yellow and blue. Looks like an old Nova Corps Frigate! Nice!
Star-Lord: Come on, dude. People probably died on that ship.
Rocket: Killjoy... Why d'you even bring us here if the place is so "sacred"?
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: I can name at least a dozen planets with monsters on them. So, why here? You think it's to impress Gamora? Like, hey check out the serious intel I got from, you know, shady sources.

• Make some cash
• Build reputation
• (...)

Star-Lord: We're flat broke, Rocket. We need a big break. Aren't you tired of eating Yaro root?
Rocket: It's so mealy.
Star-Lord: Listen, this is a restricted zone. Whatever monster lives here, nobody else has one.
Drax: (Via comm.) Lady Hellbender values rarity in her acquisitions.
Star-Lord: Exactly.

Star-Lord: Don't know if you noticed, Rocket, but people aren't exactly falling over themselves to hire us.
Rocket: Oh, I have noticed.
Star-Lord: If this job pans out, sure we'll get money, but also a rich new client. We need to impress Lady Hellbender with a monster she's interested in. Not just any old critter.
Drax: (Via comm.) Which is why we should have gone after Fin Fang Foom!
Rocket: We won't impress no one if we're dead!

Gamora: (Via comm.) Please, keep going. I'm falling in love.
Rocket: Keep the combat armor on, murder mom.

Unstable floor

Star-Lord: (Almost falls.) Woah! Okay! I'm okay!
Rocket: Ha! Almost made yourself a very late war casualty.
Star-Lord: Not funny.

Hanging out

Rocket: Y'know, I like this. This is fun.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: The three of us, hanging out. Just like when we started this gig. Before you know who joined us.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I do not hate everybody. I tolerate Quill. Quill's a swell guy.

• Defend new members
• Let him reminisce
• (...)

Star-Lord: Come on, Rocket. Drax and Gamora are valued additions to the team.
Rocket: You're only saying that cause she's listening.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Is that why your plan has Drax and I taking the ship?
Rocket: Maybe. Hey, can't a guy want to spend some quality time with his friends?

Star-Lord: [chuckle] The three of us have had some good times.
Rocket: Remember the gig on Draconius?
Groot: [grunt of disapproval]
Star-Lord: [laugh] The locals did not appreciate us hauling them onto our ship.
Rocket: Flarkin' shapeshifters, man. Never again.

Gamora: (Via comm.) I hope you get that promotion, Rocket.
Rocket: Are you calling me a boot-licker? I've seen you flatter your way out of Kree custody.
Drax: (Via comm.) She is winking.

Chitauri artillery

(Peter walks on the edge.)
Rocket: Careful on that thing, Quill. You spot something out there?
Star-Lord: More blue and gold. More Nova Corps.
Rocket: Yeah, well, at least the dead ones can't arrest us.

Backtrack

Rocket: Quill...? Quill! Ah, for scut's sake. So much for hanging out together.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Have a little faith in him. He can't get lost that fast, can he?
Groot: [laughs]
Rocket: [laugh] He totally can.
Star-Lord: I can hear you, you know!

Safe-ish

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yes, I'm sure it's safe-ish. Safer than flying with Gamora anyway.
Gamora: (Via comm.) I heard that.

---

Spot dead end

Star-Lord: (Sliding.) Woah-ah!
Rocket: Pretty sure that way's a dead end.
Star-Lord: Erm... you sure?
Rocket: Ah, there we go! Path's this way. Come on!
Star-Lord: How can you even tell?
Rocket: Just trust me, alright?

Trion shard

Rocket: Hey, Groot. You think we can find pieces of the Trion Shard in here?
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: You never heard of the Trion shard? Pyramid of pure evil that corrupts everything it comes in contact with.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Making things up?! Name one time I ever made something up.
Groot: I am Groot, I am Groot, I am Groot.
Rocket: Oh, shut up! Ask Gamora. Bet she's heard about the Trion shard. Hey, Gamora!
Gamora: (Via comm.) I don't know what you're talking about.
Rocket: Ah, come on, I know Thanos had his hands on it during the war. It's gotta be in here somewhere. Quill, tell--Ugh, where's Quill? What the hell is he still doing back there?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: It's not like we have a choice to wait for him. Star-Lost's got one of our thumpers. And I'm not walking all the way back there!

Trust Rocket

Star-Lord: How'd you even know the other way was a dead end?
Rocket: Because, unlike you, I have a very keen sense of direction.

Walk to dead end

Rocket: [groan] You happy, Quill? You found the thing I told you was there but you didn't listen: a dead end.
Drax: (Via comm.) Ah, the mythical void, death's black terminal. I would rather be there, with you.
Star-Lord: What!? Drax, wrong kind of end. And it's not like you could've known, Rocket. Both ways were going in the same direction...
Rocket: Maybe to you.

Return 1

Rocket: That's it, walk of shame!
Star-Lord: [sigh]
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Of course he could know. I told him!

Return 2

(Meets with Rocket and Groot.)
Star-Lord: You done gloating?
Rocket: Oh, I am never done gloating.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yup, classic me!

Unstable ground

(Ground collapses. Peter almost falls.)
Rocket: Quill!
Star-Lord: I'm okay! I'm okay... didn't scare you, did I?
Rocket: No!
Star-Lord: Aw, you were worried! That's cute.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Aw shut up. Both of you!

Jump

Star-Lord: Whoah! (Lands. Two metal plates fall, making a bridge and revealing brittle material.)
Rocket: Watch it, Quill!
Star-Lord: Whew! All good. No worries! But watch your step, guys, this junk isn't as stable as we think.
Rocket: Oh, that is one big mushroom.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Fungus, bacteria, mold, space gunk. You know, call it what you want. It's still in the way.
Star-Lord: (Shoots.) Take that, brittle stuff!

Backtrack

Rocket: Gotta see if you can nearly get killed by another giant sheet of metal?
Star-Lord: You don't have to wait for me if you're in such a rush, Rocket.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Of course we're waiting for him. You know how much work I put into those thumpers?

Parasite

Rocket: Ugh! I hate these ship-eating parasites! Flarkers would chew right through the Milano in two cycles.
Star-Lord: (Scans parasite.) Yuck. These things are bloated with creepy-crawlies.

Bet begins 1

Star-Lord: (Shoots.) [laugh] Gross.
Rocket: Nice splatter! Hey, 50 unit says I can clear more of these suckers than you.
Star-Lord: [scoff] As if. (Scoreboard appears on screen.) Whoa, what the--Rocket, did you do that?
Rocket: The scoreboard? You like it? Hacked it into your visor cover last time you took a snooze.
Star-Lord: You hacked into my stuff?!
Rocket: Considering how many times I fixed the flarking thing, it might as well be my stuff.

Traverse ship

Rocket: Optimal thumper placing distance should be just up ahead.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: I'm thinking right in front, through the giant hole where this ship's cockpit used to be. Well that's grim.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Uh, yeah, try not to think about it. It's better not to wonder what happened to anyone working on these old wrecks. It was a long time ago anyways.

Separated

Star-Lord: (Falls as ground collapses.) [yell]
Rocket: Ha! Amazing! I should've been recording.
Star-Lord: Owww...
Rocket: Bridge over, Groot. I wanna see if he's alive.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: I dunno, but he's twitching! Flarking scutstain, Quill, you okay down there?
Star-Lord: Yeah, yeah. Just... thought I saw a shortcut.
Rocket: (Watches from above.) Shortcut, right.
Star-Lord: Go ahead without me. I'll catch up.
Rocket: OK, there's a crapped out Nova Corps missile bay just on the other side. We'll meet you there.
Star-Lord: Yellow and blue missile bay, got it.

Reunite with Rocket and Groot

Alone

Star-Lord: Okay... crawling through a creepy old ship. No big deal.
Rocket: (Via comm.) Easy there, Quill. Pretty sure nothing's gonna jump out at you. Except maybe me and Groot.

Ravager Comm Bracelet

Star-Lord: (Picks up.) Heh... Now this brings back memories.

Brittle material 1

(If Peter shoots at brittle material early. Door falls. Ship trembles.)
Rocket: (Via comm.) Flark! Trying to bring the whole place down, Quill?
Star-Lord: I shot a thing.
Rocket: (Via comm.) I get it. First tool in the old toolbox.

Brittle material 2

(If Peter is late.)
Rocket: (Via comm.) You fall into another hole, Quill?
Star-Lord: I'm uh... assessing stuff.
Rocket: (Via comm.) If all else fails, shoot something.
(Peter shoots at brittle material. Door falls. Ship trembles.)
Rocket: (Via comm.) Holy scut! Quill, was that you?
Star-Lord: I shot something, like you said. I've got a way forward.
Rocket: (Via comm.) See? Never fails.

---

(Idle banter.)

Honorable

Rocket: (Via comm.) Hey Drax, what makes you so sure this Hell Lady is gonna buy our monster?
Drax: (Via comm.) Her name is Lady Hellbender. And her collection of rare creatures is outdone only by the wealth she showers on those who procure them.
Rocket: (Via comm.) If someone was playing top unit for weirdos, I'd know about it.
Drax: (Via comm.) She is an honorable warrior, not one of your back-alley hooligans.
Rocket: (Via comm.) Don't talk about No-Eyed Joe that way!

Profiteer

Gamora: (Via comm.) How much of the war did you see, Rocket?
Rocket: (Via comm.) Only the bits that happened as I was doing other jobs. Great thing about a war, nobody was paying much attention. Me and Groot could do pretty much whatever we wanted.
Drax: (Via comm.) You were a profiteer.
Rocket: (Via comm.) I was making the best of a bad situation.

Careful flight

Rocket: (Via comm.) Hey Gamora, make sure the Milano don't get stuck in any of this resin.
Drax: (Via comm.) If she did, I would wrench the ship free.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Don't worry, I've flown worse ships through worse situations.

Strange creatures

Drax: (Via comm.) Be warned, I was attacked by strange creatures when installing a thumper.
Rocket: (Via comm.) Heh. Must be working then. What'd they look like?
Drax: (Via comm.) A spined orb with multiple ocular protrusions.
Rocket: (Via comm.) We'll keep an eye out. Get it? Get it? [laugh]

Fragile

Gamora: (Via comm.) How's Team Rocket doing down there?
Rocket: (Via comm.) We're fine. Waiting for Quill to show up.
Drax: (Via comm.) Your team was tasked with keeping Peter Quill safe.
Rocket: (Via comm.) Am I supposed to fall in holes instead of him?
Drax: (Via comm.) Yes. His fragile Terran frame cannot handle the impact.

Right place

Rocket: (Via comm.) Remember, these thumpers ain't gonna lure squat if they're in the wrong place.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Don't worry. Drax took notes.
Drax: (Via comm.) They are rich in detail.

Farmer-warrior

Drax: (Via comm.) It is good to be doing physical labor again.
Rocket: (Via comm.) Kinda hard to believe you were a farmer...
Drax: (Via comm.) I was a warrior. But working the soil can be as satisfying as battle.
Groot: (Via comm.) I am Groot.
Rocket: (Via comm.) I really doubt pulling weeds is as good as pulling heists.

Scraps

Groot: (Via comm.) I am Groot?
Rocket: (Via comm.) That is exactly the kind of scrap we're looking for! Way to go, buddy!
Groot: (Via comm.) I am Groot.
Rocket: (Via comm.) Don't be so modest, that was a great find.

Setup

Gamora: (Via comm.) All right, Team Rocket, we've just set up another couple of thumpers.
Drax: (Via comm.) All you do is fly the ship.
Gamora: (Via comm.) And so far, I haven't abandoned you while you're on the ground.
Rocket: (Via comm.) Can't you wait until all the thumpers are set up before doing that?

Little time

Rocket: (Via comm.) After we catch this monster, we really should spend half a cycle loading up the Milano with tech.
Gamora: (Via comm.) The longer we stay here, the higher the chances of us getting caught.
Rocket: (Via comm.) Yeah, yeah... It's just such a waste.

---

First battle

Star-Lord: (Slides off a slope.) Oh! Don't die! Don't die! Don't die!
Gamora: (Via comm.) Peter?
Star-Lord: (Falls on ground, then stands up. Voxiplode hisses.) Aw... Hey little guy, what are you-- [screams in fear] (Combat begins.) Whoa! What the flark?!
Rocket: (Via comm.) You dead, Quill? We can hear your wussy squeal even without the comms.
Star-Lord: Little busy!

Gamora: (Via comm.) Green Team, checking in. Seeing a lot of instability on our end. What's your latest?
Rocket: (Via comm.) The meat sack fell down a hole.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Is he OK?
Rocket: (Via comm.) He's fine.

Star-Lord: Stay back!
Gamora: (Via comm.) That doesn't sound good.
Rocket: (Via comm.) Don't die! Gamora will have my head.
Drax: (Via comm.) Do not relent, Peter Quill.

Star-Lord: Die, blobby thing!
Gamora: (Via comm.) I think we saw one of those.
Rocket: (Via comm.) Get it, Quill!
Drax: (Via comm.) I am not familiar with this "blobby."

Star-Lord: It's so jiggly!
Drax: (Via comm.) Ah, the hallmark of a slothful foe.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Do I wanna know?
Rocket: (Via comm.) Don't study it, shoot it!

Rocket: (Via comm.) Yo, Quill. You alright?
Gamora: (Via comm.) His signal is strong, so... probably?
Star-Lord: Peachy!
Drax: (Via comm.) Do not succumb to the mythical void, Peter Quill.

Rocket: (Via comm.) Hey, if Quill dies, do we all get a bigger cut?
Gamora: (Via comm.) I don't know if it's worth the extra five percent.
Star-Lord: I heard that!
Drax: (Via comm.) Our leader's safety is your paramount concern, rodent.

Rocket: (Via comm.) Quill! Hurry your fat humie butt up!
Gamora: (Via comm.) Yeah, Peter!
Star-Lord: Hey! My butt's not fat!
Drax: (Via comm.) I would say Peter Quill's posterior is more round than fat.

Groot: (Via comm.) I AM GROOT!
Rocket: (Via comm.) He's fine!

Groot: (Via comm.) I AM GROOOOT!
Rocket: (Via comm.) It's his fault for falling!

Groot: (Via comm.) I am Groot!
Rocket: (Via comm.) He told us to go! He'll be fine.

Star-Lord: Crap! That's cheating!
Rocket: (Via comm.) What's cheating?
Star-Lord: It multiplied!

Star-Lord: You guys should've seen that. It was this weird... blobby thing. (More Voxiplodes appear.) Not falling for this again!

---

Fight ends

Gamora: (Via comm.) Everything okay over there?
Rocket: (Via comm.) Quill nearly got himself eaten by a blob or something. Should've heard him squeal.
Drax: (Via comm.) You must fight with dignity, Peter Quill.
Rocket: (Via comm.) Or at least die with it.
Star-Lord: Not funny.

Gal pal

Rocket: (Off-screen.) Quill, we got a lot riding on your gal pal's mystery monster tip. I hope she's legit.
Groot: (Off-screen.) I am Groot.
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Pfft. Like you could even tell if she had an honest face.
Groot: (Off-screen.) I am Groot.
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Yeah, she did smell like flowers. Too much. Probably to seduce Star-Struck over there.

• Trust in the plan
• Pitch backup plan
• (...)

Star-Lord: Trust in the plan, guys. Everything has checked out so far, right down to the mining ship. We put our thumpers in the right places and we'll bag that monster.
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Quill knows all about putting thumpers in the right places.
Star-Lord: [laughs]
Rocket: (Off-screen.) And getting monsters in the sack, too.
Star-Lord: [snorts]

Star-Lord: If we set up all these thumpers and no monster shows, we'll just need to salvage what scrap we can and haul it back with us.
Groot: (Off-screen.) I am Groot.
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Yeah, scrubbing off all that nano-resin would take forever... if it even comes off.
Star-Lord: Just trust me on this. It'll all be worth it in the end.

Groot: (Off-screen.) I am Groot.
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Of course it worked.

Guardians Mode

(Peter tightrope walks to platform where Groot waits.)
Rocket: (Waits in the platform after.) Mother of scut! Move!
Groot: (Ducks.) I am Groot! (Debris falls. Bridge connecting to Rocket's platform breaks.)
Star-Lord: Flark! Flark! Flark!
Rocket: Took the words right out of my mouth!
Star-Lord: What the-- Argh! Are you kidding me?
Rocket: Son of a schma'ag, that was too close! You okay, Groot? Quill?
Star-Lord: We're fine, but we can't jump that.
Rocket: You don't gotta jump! There's a sturdy support beam on this side. Get Groot to grow a bridge across. Just ask him nice-like. He does it for me all the time.
Star-Lord: (Selects Groot.) Alright, Groot. Let's see that cool viny thing.
Groot: I AM Groot!
Star-Lord: That's one hell of a party trick, big guy.
Groot: I am Groot.

Follow Rocket 2

Bet continues

(If bet is already underway.)
Rocket: Gross, more ship-eaters! They're everywhere! (Shoots.) Alright, back to business!

• Peter shoots first
• Rocket shoots first

Star-Lord: Why the enthusiasm?
Rocket: 'Cause our bet's still on and I'm gonna kick your butt!

Boom! Right under your nose, Quill!

Bet begins 2

(If bet hasn't begun yet.)
Rocket: Ugh! I can't stand these things chewing up all this beautiful salvage. Hey, Quill! Found something fun we could shoot! You know what... let's make this interesting. (Shoots.) Blam! Right in the gnords.
Star-Lord: Rocket, gross.
Rocket: 50 units says I can pop more parasites than you.
Star-Lord: (Scoreboard appears on screen.) What's that scoreboard doing on my visor, Rocket?
Rocket: You like it? Hacked it into your visor last time you took a snooze.
Star-Lord: Really?
Rocket: Come on, one point per nest.
Star-Lord: I don't love you messing with my stuff while I'm asleep.
Rocket: You seemed to like it just fine when I fixed them jet boots of yours.

Farther ledge

Star-Lord: Hey, think Groot could make it to that?
Rocket: Nope. That's way too far. And there ain't nothing good to grab on the other side. Come on, we'll find another way around.

Bridge

Rocket: We gotta go that way, across the gap. Somehow.

• Choose Groot
• Choose Rocket

Star-Lord: Groot, I found a hitch. Can you latch onto it?
Groot: I am Groot.

Star-Lord: Rocket, can you get us onto that junk heap?
Rocket: Uh... I ain't that flexible.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, it's close enough for Groot to bridge if you can find a proper handhold.

Recommendations

Rocket: Hey Greenies, you see any blue and gold ships out there, you let us know.
Drax: (Via comm.) We have seen many such ships.
Gamora: (Via comm.) He means active ones. We haven't talked about what to do if we run into a Nova Corps patrol.
Drax: (Via comm.) Bah. We'll restrain them until we are done here.
Rocket: Bad idea. Those cops are all connected through their stupid helmets.
Gamora: (Via comm.) If they do spot us, all they have to do is close that barrier and we're stuck in here with the rest of the graveyard.

• Recommend escape
• Recommend surrender
• (...)

Star-Lord: If you see cops, you get my ship out of here. Even if it means leaving us behind.
Rocket: Uh, flark that!
Star-Lord: Trust me, I've dealt with Nova Corps before. Even helped them catch real criminals. I can talk my way out.
Gamora: (Via comm.) You think the Milano can outrun a fully-powered Nova Centurion.
Star-Lord: She's done it before.

Star-Lord: Any sign of cops, we surrender, okay?
Drax: (Via comm.) We do not surrender.
Gamora: (Via comm.) I'm with Drax on this one. We all have criminal records and they'll be looking for any excuse to arrest us.
Star-Lord: I may have a couple of aces up my sleeve when it comes to the bucket heads, but if we resist them, all bets are off.
Drax: (Via comm.) You plan to play cards with them. And cheat.
Star-Lord: Yeah. Basically.

Rocket: They wouldn't do that, right? Leave us to rot in here? Has to go against the Nova code or something.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Yeah, well... who would ever know?
Drax: (Via comm.) I would know.

---

(Idle banter.)

Resin worries

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Do I look worried? The resin will hold.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: You ain't that heavy. I seen this goop anchor a Chitauri dreadnought. We'll be fine.

Unwanted past

Rocket: This places really makes you wonder...
Gamora: (Via comm.) About what?
Rocket: What Nova Corps hoped to do by sweeping all this up and forgetting about it.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Maybe they just wanted to move on. Leave the past behind.
Drax: (Via comm.) The past cannot be left. It follows our every step.

Planet X

Rocket: All this firepower, now it's all just scrap.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, sorry, bud.
Star-Lord: Sorry about what?
Rocket: Groot's people never even got a chance to fight. Whole d'astin' planet was torched at the start of the war.

Confessions

Drax: (Via comm.) Peter Quill, the double agent is trying to lull me into a false sense of security.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Right. And the moment you drop your guard, I'll strike.
Drax: (Via comm.) Ah-ha! So you admit it!
Gamora: (Via comm.) You got me. My plans are foiled.

Imitated

Star-Lord: So Drax, how come you're so in love with this Hellbender lady?
Drax: (Via comm.) I do not love Lady Hellbender.
Rocket: Yeah, shouldn't you be all like, (Imitates Drax,) "her name is illogical. You cannot bend Hell."
Drax: (Via comm.) That does not at all resemble me.
Gamora: (Via comm.) [stifled laugh]

No flora

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Of course there ain't any plants here. It's a junkyard.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Plants grow where they got food. This place is nothing but scrap and nano-resin. And no, they couldn't live off the goo.

Nova duties

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Nova Centurions probably had to tow all the scrap to one place.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Sure, not really their job description, but Nova was spread pretty thin after the war. Hey, kept them off my tail, at least.

Monster resiliency

Rocket: How do we know the monster we're looking for ain't one o' these things we already killed?
Drax: (Via comm.) If it were worthy of Lady Hellbender's collection, it would not die so easily.
Rocket: Hope we know this thing when we see it and not after we stomped it.

Accommodations

Gamora: (Via comm.) Rocket, do you have a plan for where we're going to keep this monster once we've caught it?
Rocket: Yeah, I figured it could have your room. There's hardly anything to mess up in there.
Gamora: (Via comm.) As opposed to your room, which looks like it's already been messed up by a monster.
Rocket: Hey, I got a system. Everything's where it's supposed to be.

Monikers

Rocket: So what do I gotta do to get a last name like Drax's?
Drax: (Via comm.) Katathians have no need for surnames.
Rocket: Uh... What about "the Destroyer"?
Drax: (Via comm.) It is a moniker to mark the countless I slaughtered during a shameful period of untempered rage.
Rocket: Yeah, one of those! I could be Rocket the Ruthless. 'Cause I'm pretty sure I ain't ever had no ruth.

Casualties

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Of course we're going the right way. Just keep your eyes on that mining ship. That's where we want to end up.
Star-Lord: What's a mining ship doing in the middle of all these fighters anyway?
Rocket: They don't call them "casualties of war" for nothing.

Monster prediction

Rocket: Any bets on what this monster's gonna look like?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: How many legs? Like, more than four?
Drax: (Via comm.) It will be majestic.
Rocket: What does THAT look like?
Drax: (Via comm.) We shall see.

Contacts

Rocket: Gamora, when are you gonna share your contacts and sources?
Gamora: (Via comm.) When will you share yours?
Rocket: What? You know about all my guys.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Only that you've got a guy that makes "the booms." You've got a guy who can reconstruct faces. You've got a guy who never says no.
Rocket: [laugh] Oh, I love that guy. And hey, it ain't my fault I ain't good with names, but I can always place a face. ...unless my face guy gets a hold of them first.

---

Opposite direction 1

Rocket: Where are you going, you zarnook? Get back here and help!

Opposite direction 2

Rocket: You gotta poke around every d'astin' cranny?!

Opposite direction 3

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: We didn't lose him, he wandered off.

---

Thumper placement

Groot: (Jumping.) I am Groot!
Star-Lord: Okay, here we go.
Rocket: (Points at spot.) Alright, set her down right there.
Groot: (Places thumper.) I am Groot.
Rocket: Yep. One to go. (Thumper malfunctions.) Flark! No, no! Flarking skagheap!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Krutackin' battery's fried, that's what's wrong. Maybe you put it down too hard.
Star-Lord: Let's just find a solution.
Rocket: The solution's a new battery... with a charge.
Star-Lord: Okay. We're on what's left of a ship. Full of ship things. Gotta be things that power ship things around here, right?
Rocket: Yeah... maybe you're gonna wanna use your visor for this. You find a replacement while I finish scraping the fried wires.

Get Rocket a charged battery

Medkit

Star-Lord: (Picks up.) Looks like this med kit is tuned to Kree biology. A shame we don't have any Kree on the team.
Rocket: You mean a blessing. Stop flarkin' around.

Space Ration

Star-Lord: (Picks up.) Ugh. Of course it's the worst space ration flavor! This one tastes like dollar store cat food. Makes your teeth oily.
Rocket: Quill! Come on, man.

Scan

Star-Lord:
(Scans Chitauri pod.) Nope!
(Scans brittle material holding charged battery.) Huh. Worth a shot.
(Scans damaged oxygen pump.) Got an oxygen pump here. → Rocket: No good. It would draw power directly from the ship. → Star-Lord: Right. Yeah, I knew that.
(Scans inverter generator.) Hey! A huge power generator. How do we hook it up? → Rocket: We don't. That thing would toast our little thumper. → Star-Lord: Can't we condense the power through a routing funnel or something? → Rocket: Don't try to make up tech stuff. It's irritating. Find something else.
(Scans Mercurian shuttle compressor.) Found a compressor. No charge. → Rocket: No charge, no good.
(Scans Chitauri "Dopteryg" bomb.) Can you use this missile? → Rocket: Sure I can... to blow us to pieces. Keep looking.
(Scans charged battery.) Found something with a charge. Kinda looks like a spacey car battery? → Rocket: Lucoid or xenon cell? → Star-Lord: Uh... → Rocket: Nevermind. Let's try it. Bring it over to the middle here.

Delay

Rocket:
(Delay 1.) What're you waiting for, Quill? Grab it.
(Delay 2.) Just grab the battery and give it a yank.
(Delay 3.) You ain't gonna fry your little meat hooks. Just pick it up.

Pick battery

Star-Lord: Okay, this thing isn't going to zap me, right?
Rocket: The chance is... minuscule, at best. You'll be fine.

Delay

Rocket: Let's go, Star-Pants. Bring it over.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, we're waiting for slow poke to bring me my battery.

Place battery

Star-Lord: Here you go.
Rocket: That'll do nicely. Just lemme tinker a bit. I'll have to do some tweaking once I see how much juice this thing puts out, so watch my back.
(Creatures come out behind their back, near Groot.)
Star-Lord: Watch it from what? (Blobby things converge.) Rocket! Help me scramble some critters!
Rocket: No no no! Scut! If I don't rewire this fast, it's gonna short-circuit! (Battle commences.)
Star-Lord: Looks like it's all us, Groot!

Star-Lord: They're really coming out of the woodwork!
Drax: (Via comm.) I have not encountered any wooden structures.
Rocket: Just keep 'em away from me so I can fix this thing.
Gamora: (Via comm.) These thumpers have got to be a rude wake-up call.

Star-Lord: Keep 'em away from that missile, Groot!
Rocket: If that thing was gonna blow, it'd'a happened already.
Drax: (Via comm.) Is the rodent procuring further armaments?
Gamora: (Via comm.) Don't blow yourselves up!

Star-Lord: Ugh, I hate bugs!
Drax: (Via comm.) They serve as preparation for the true battle ahead.
Rocket: Fun to pop, though!
Gamora: (Via comm.) I don't think they're too fond of us either!

Rocket: Come on, you hunka junk...
Drax: (Via comm.) Is the rodent referring to me?
Star-Lord: Take your time! Not like we're busy here.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Do I need to worry about these things?

Groot: I AM Groot?
Rocket: Then keep your distance!

Groot: I AM Groot!
Rocket: If I don't fix this thing, they'll keep coming!

(Upon defeating the first wave, a metal plate falls and purple blobby things come out.)
Star-Lord: Oh... Crap!

Rocket: How long does it take to shoot scut?
Star-Lord: We're working on it!
Gamora: (Via comm.) I prefer Drax's and my method.
Drax: (Via comm.) Savor the joy of battle, rodent!

Rocket: Just keep them things away from me.
Star-Lord: Easier said than done!
Gamora: (Via comm.) Careful, Rocket. Some of those things are bigger than you.
Drax: (Via comm.) Ha ha! The rodent is frightened by the puny bugs.

Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Just keep swinging those branches!

Follow Rocket 3

Fight ends

Rocket: Done! We're all plugged in!
Star-Lord: Wow. Just in time.
Rocket: I'd like to see you fix it next time. Come on. Two down, two to go.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: I don't see any way out of the missile bay except that passage, bud. Quill? We found a way out!

Worth the risk

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Groot's wondering if the reward's gonna be worth all the risk we're taking for this job. Me and Groot are nearly unkillable, but what if the rest of you don't make it out alive? If the two of us gotta lug that monster all the way to Lady Hellbender, don't expect us to send units to your next of kin or nothing.

• Promise riches
• Sell the dream
• (...)

Star-Lord: Guys, we deliver this monster to Lady Hellbender, we'll get bigger payouts. And jobs that don't suck.
Rocket: A ship for each one of us!
Star-Lord: I mean... a team only needs one ship.
Drax: (Via comm.) Perhaps a more spacious ship.
Star-Lord: What? No. I love my baby.
Gamora: (Via comm.) We can modify her. I'd kill for a gunner's rotunda.
Star-Lord: We'll think about it.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot wants a plant.
Star-Lord: Groot, man. We will get you TWO plants.
Groot: I am Groot!

Star-Lord: Guys, this job is a huge deal. It's for the frickin' Monster Queen of Seknarf Nine! She just... doesn't know it yet. We pull this off and we're--
Rocket: Lady Hellbender's Intergalactic Monster-Wranglers?
Drax: (Via comm.) I do prefer that name, but the acronym is unwieldy.
Star-Lord: No... we're still the Guardians of the Galaxy, but people will know that name means quality. We'll have clients competing to hire us. People bigger than Lady Hellbender.
Drax: (Via comm.) Ha. That is doubtful.

Gamora: (Via comm.) I don't have kin.
Drax: (Via comm.) My family is dead.
Rocket: Survivors split the money, the rest of you... we'll make sure you get a proper burial. Groot'll say some nice words.
Drax: (Via comm.) If we are devoured, there will be no remains to bury.
Rocket: I bet Lady H has a poop scoop.

Kree sentry

Star-Lord: (Sees massive robot face.) Man, that thing is ridiculous! Think it was a ship or a robot?
Rocket: That's a Kree sentry. A robot, but it would have been space-worthy.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: That ain't even the biggest one. They designed at least five experimental models twice that size. Plus half a dozen mega-sentry prototypes. Star-stealth models with modified sneak-attack parameters. One with a big thruster instead of legs.

• Ask how he knows
• Brag about Milano
• (...)

Star-Lord: How do you know all this?
Rocket: Because they were my fellow experiments back on Halfworld. Most of my parts came from the cybernetics hangar next to the door, so I got a sneak peek at all the new kill-bots. I could see the parts come and go from my, uh... my cage.
Star-Lord: I didn't mean to open old wounds.
Rocket: Nah, most of them are just scars now anyways.

Star-Lord: Impressive, but I could fly circles around something that big. Gimme a fast and sexy M-class scout over those things any day.
Rocket: I do appreciate that sweet Ravager pirate-tech. She's made for hit and runs. And boy can she run.
Star-Lord: She can hit, too.
Rocket: There's always room for more firepower, Quill. That sentry probably took on whole fleets.

Rocket: Wonder if they ever got around to finishing any of those. I wasn't gonna stick around to find out.

Halfworld 1

Rocket: This old Kree tech gets me wondering... where would I be now if those blue buttscuts managed to keep me locked into their Halfworld experiments?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, chances are you'd be climbing over bits of me right now.

Halfworld 2

Rocket: I wasn't even a person to the worst of the Kree's mad scientists, more like a real smart walking gun.
Star-Lord: A very talkative gun.
Rocket: [laugh] Yeah, that part was an accident. They tried to fix it a few times.

Halfworld 3

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: The entire facility was the problem. I wish I'd gone back and blown it up before the end of the war.

Shoot parasites

Star-Lord: Get a load of this, Rocket!

• Rocket is winning
• Peter is winning

Rocket: Keep working at it, Quill! You'll get there.

Rocket: Don't worry, I ain't even gotten serious yet.

Dislodge eye

Star-Lord: Yup. That would have been a killing blow.
Rocket: Hah! Not even close.

Bridge

• Choose Groot
• Choose Rocket

Star-Lord: Groot, need you to shoot a bridge right into that eye socket.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Now I wanna see you do that to something in combat.

Star-Lord: Rocket, think you can hack that thing? Bring it closer?
Rocket: It's dead, Quill.

Enter sentry 1

Rocket: Wait, is that... Yes! I'm about to win this bet, Quill!

Backtrack

Rocket: Hey, Quill! You're missing out on the sludge fest! (Shoots.) Oops, more points for me!

---

Enter sentry 2

Star-Lord: (Jumps down.) Here goes nothing! Ha! We're inside a giant robot head.
Rocket: And I got robot parts inside my head.
Drax: (Via comm.) You have robot parts inside your head inside a giant robot head. [laughs]
Gamora: (Via comm.) You guys are so deep.

Shoot parasites

Rocket:
(Shoots 1.) Rocket scores! → Groot: [cheers]
(Shoots 2.) And Rocket scores again! → Groot: [cheers]
(Shoots 3.) Ha! Another one in the bank!
(Shoots 4.) → Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: Why, thank you, bud!
(Shoots 5.) One more in the shot bucket! → Star-Lord: What's a shot bucket?
(Shoots 6.) I'll take another point, thank you sir, much obliged!
(Shoots 7.) → Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: No way! I'm gonna whoop Quill's butt and take all the money he don't got!
(Shoots 8.) Ha! Trickshot!
(Shoots 9.) Look at that splatter! Beautiful.
Star-Lord:
(Shoots 1.) Bam! [laughs]
(Shoots 2.) He shoots, he scores!
(Shoots 3.) Ha! That one was juicy!
(Shoots 4.) Blamo! → Rocket: Is that really a thing Terrans say?
(Shoots 5.) → Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: Don't congratulate him!
(Shoots 6.) → Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: Exactly! You suck, Star-Chod!
(Shoots 7. If winning.) Another one for me! → Rocket: You don't have to be a little scut about it!
(Shoots 8.) Ding ding ding! Raking in the points!
(Shoots 9.) [laughs] Splat!

Spot nest

Star-Lord: Found a nest! Maybe this is the parasite clubhouse.

Scan

Rocket:
(Scan 1.) I can hear your visor working! Better not be cheating on our bet, Quill. → Star-Lord: How can you hear that?!
(Scan 2.) Are you scanning for targets?
(Scan 3.) Quill. I hear you scanning.
(Scan 4.) I can't believe I fixed that thing for you and you're using it to play dirty. → Star-Lord: You're paranoid.
(Scan 5.) Cheater! → Star-Lord: Relax. I'm not cheating, man.

---

(Idle banter.)

What to do

• Rocket is winning
• Peter is winning

Rocket: Hey Groot, what d'you think I should do with the units I'm about to win off Quill?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I mean when he gets money and then gives it to me. Since I'm winning.

Rocket: Hey Groot, what'd you think I should do when I win this bet?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I mean with the units he'll owe me once I win.

Mission status

Gamora: (Via comm.) Guys, status update.
Rocket: Status update is I'm definitely gonna win--
Gamora: (Via comm.) Status update about the actual mission, Rocket. We're down to three thumpers left.
Drax: (Via comm.) Incorrect, I have just installed another one.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Make it two.

Inelligible

Rocket: And just so we're clear. Green Team is officially in-egill-ible for the bet.
Drax: (Via comm.) Why?

• Rocket is winning
• Peter is winning

Rocket: Well for one, there's no way you're catching up to me. Even Quill can't.
Drax: (Via comm.) Fair point, rodent.

Rocket: Well for one, you'd need a gun.
Drax: (Via comm.) I have no need for a projectile weapon.

Souvenir

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: No, we can't take the giant robot home. And believe me, that's a painful sentence for me to say.

Flies

Rocket: Imagine something this big coming at you. A whole ship was like a bug by comparison.
Star-Lord: So it'd swat them out of the air like flies?
Rocket: What're flies?
Star-Lord: They're these annoying flying insects on Earth.
Rocket: They fly and you call them "flies"? You humies are so original.

Le Tekko

Gamora: (Via comm.) Were I allowed to participate, I think I'd spend my bet earnings on a night at Le Tekko.

• Rocket is winning
• Peter is winning

Rocket: Isn't that that fancy pants restaurant out on Vega?
Gamora: (Via comm.) I'm so sick of yaro root.
Rocket: Uh. Maybe I'll treat you there when I win.

Star-Lord: That's only if you manage to beat me!
Rocket: Isn't that that fancy pants restaurant out on Vega?
Gamora: (Via comm.) I'm so sick of yaro root.

In pieces

Rocket: Wonder how many big bot carcasses we'd find looking around the entire zone.
Gamora: (Via comm.) If it's a sentry you're looking at, we've seen at least three so far... or at least three pieces.
Drax: (Via comm.) I assumed the large arm belonged to the large torso. The colors did correspond.

Speculation

• Rocket is winning
• Peter is winning

Star-Lord: What about you, Drax? What would you do once you beat Rocket at his own game?
Drax: (Via comm.) Pointless speculation. The rodent has made his disinterest in fair competition very clear.
Rocket: That's right! Wait, no, it's already a fair competition. Just not with you!

Star-Lord: What about you, Drax? What would you do if you managed to beat my score?
Drax: (Via comm.) Pointless speculation. The rodent forbid me from participating.
Rocket: That's right! One competitor's enough. Flarking Quill and his dual pea-shooters.

Expedition

Drax: (Via comm.) Very well, I will speculate with you.
Rocket: Oh, uh, I didn't ask!
Drax: (Via comm.) I would organize a hunting expedition on Maklu IV.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Here we go.
Drax: (Via comm.) And defeat the legendary Fin Fang Foom! Yes!
Star-Lord: And I'm predictable?

Massage

• Rocket is winning
• Peter is winning

Star-Lord: Well, I know what I would do with the money. I would save it up for our next stop on Contraxia and get one of those Xeronian massages.
Rocket: Keep dreaming!

Star-Lord: Well, I know what I'll be doing with my winnings! I'm saving up for our next stop on Contraxia to get one of those Xeronian massages.
Rocket: Ugh, you're so predictable.

Pretend

• Rocket is winning
• Peter is winning

Rocket: What about you, bud? Pretend you managed to beat me.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Ha ha! Good one. Now keep quiet while I catch up to the humie.
Star-Lord: What did he say?
Rocket: That he'd keep the money for the next time we're broke!

Rocket: What about you, bud? Might as well pretend you won against Quill too!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Ha! Good one. Bound to happen with Shoot-Lord in charge.
Star-Lord: What did he say?
Rocket: That he'd keep the money for the next time we're broke!

Getting crushed

• Rocket is winning
• Peter is winning

(If Rocket is far ahead.)
Rocket: Hey Star-Struck! I'm crushing you over here. Stop lollygagging and start shooting.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Ha! Fat chance.
Star-Lord: I'm perfectly capable of being quiet!

(If Peter is far ahead.)
Star-Lord: Hey Rocket, didn't you say you were at least twice as good a shot as me?
Rocket: When did I say that?!
Star-Lord: Some while ago... I don't know. You're not delivering on it, man.
Rocket: Just hold on to your stupid jacket. I'll show you!

Having fun

Groot: I am Groot?

• Peter has points
• Peter has 0 points

Rocket: I'm having the time of my life!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Quill! Shoot down a nest if you're having fun! (...) Speaks for itself.

Rocket: Well I'm having fun while Quill's picking his nose.
Star-Lord: Am not!
Drax: (Via comm.) Ah, constitution training. I should partake as well.
Rocket: Ugh! Come on!

Hypercircuits 1

Groot: I am Groot?

• Either is winning
• Tied

Rocket: Let's see, when I beat Quill, I'm gonna get my hands on some rotating hypercircuits.
Star-Lord: Boo! No one knows what those are!

Rocket: After I beat Quill?
Star-Lord: Or after I beat you!
Rocket: When I get the upper hand and win by a landslide, I'm getting my hands on some rotating hypercircuits.
Star-Lord: Boo! No one knows what those are!

Hypercircuits 2

Gamora: (Via comm.) What do you think, Drax? Should we get in on this bet? Think of all the hypercircuits you can buy!

• Peter has points
• Peter has 0 points

Rocket: Are you making fun of me?
Drax: (Via comm.) I do not wish to acquire hypercircuits.

Star-Lord: Be my guest, Rocket's pretty much shooting alone.
Rocket: That's because you're too slow, Quill.
Drax: (Via comm.) I do not wish to acquire hypercircuits.

Chatter

Gamora: (Via comm.) How's that bet going over there?

• Rocket is winning
• Peter is winning

Drax: (Via comm.) I look forward to one of you winning. Then perhaps this senseless chatter will cease.
Rocket: Turn off your radio if you're not happy!
Drax: (Via comm.) I take no orders from you.

(If Peter is far ahead.)
Star-Lord: I am crushing this!
Rocket: Just you wait! I'll be catching up in no time!

---

Leave sentry

• Rocket is winning
• Peter is winning
• Tied
• Peter has 0 points

Rocket: Anyways, I'm winning. Big surprise.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Thanks, bud!

Rocket: Know what, Quill? I think it's unfair. You got two guns. I got one. I think my points should count double from now on.
Star-Lord: That's cheating!
Rocket: Then lose the second pistol.
Star-Lord: No way!

Rocket: Gotta say you're more of a challenge than I thought you'd be, Quill. We'll have to find more stuff to shoot further down the path.

Star-Lord: Why are you insisting on this bet thing, Rocket?
Rocket: I like two things in life, Quill. Winning and explosions. And also rubbing it in when I'm winning at explosions.
Star-Lord: That's three things.

Thumper placement

Rocket: Alright, thumper goes there, Quill.

Return to sentry

Rocket: Quill! We got visual on the mining ship! This way!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Why would he go on purpose? We've already been through there.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Is that what he's doing? We've established that backtracking for nests is cheating, right?

• Mess with Rocket
• Reassure him (R)
• Reassure him (P)
• (...)

Star-Lord: Rocket, Groot, are you coming? My map says it's this way.
Rocket: No, he ain't got a map.
Star-Lord: My map says there's a secret passage inside that sentry head. Just need to push the stone statue next to the fireplace, push a bookcase, [chuckle] pull on a wall sconce--
Rocket: Very funny, Quill.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: There ain't no fireplace in there, you big log!

(If Rocket is winning.)
Star-Lord: Don't worry Rocket, I won't cheat on our bet.
Rocket: See? He's an honest guy.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Surprisingly, I didn't even need to cheat! Star-Lord couldn't hit a bird with a handful of stones.
Drax: (Via comm.) Is this another one of those "idioms?"
Rocket: Nah, I was being literal.

(If Peter is winning.)
Star-Lord: Don't worry Rocket, I won't cheat on our bet.
Rocket: See? He's an honest guy.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Hey! I only cheated a couple times. It's fair game.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Not how fairness works.
Drax: (Via comm.) As if you would know.

Rocket: Quill?

Shoot parasite 1

Star-Lord: Oh! Look at those nice targets!
Rocket: [scoff] Big deal, there was one left.
Star-Lord: I'm winning that bet for sure!
Rocket: Dream on!

Shoot parasite 2

• Rocket is winning
• Peter is winning

Star-Lord: Ding ding ding! Scored points!
Rocket: I'm still winning!

Rocket: Oh look, I found some nests right over here!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Shut up! You're supposed to have my back!
Star-Lord: Rocket, are you cheating?!
(Rocket gives himself 4 points.)

Shoot parasite 3

Rocket: Oh, that's it! I'm going in!

Delay 1

Rocket: Ugh! What's he doing in there?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Well apparently, we ain't going nowhere either! Might as well call the slicey bunch and warn them we're gonna be late.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Everything is a competition if you're motivated enough.
Groot: [sigh]
Rocket: I can already hear mistress of evil going all: (Imitates Gamora.) "Did you have trouble by yourselves? Blah blah blah?"
Gamora: (Via comm.) Come in, Team Rocket.
Rocket: [surprised yell]
Gamora: (Via comm.) Closing in on our next set of coordinates... Blah blah blah.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: F-Flark... Will you turn that radio off?

Delay 2

Rocket: Hey, thumper ain't gonna install itself!

Delay 3

Rocket: I'm not gonna run after you. Get that thumper over here.

---

Place thumper

Star-Lord: It's not gonna piss off every critter around, right?
Rocket: Sorry, Quill. Not taking no chances after the last one. I gotta test it real quick.
(Critters come out.)
Star-Lord: Not again! Rocket!
Rocket: I only flipped the switch on and off to see if it started!
Star-Lord: Yeah, tell them that! (Select Cluster Flark Bomb.)
Rocket: Gotta love that kill radius!

Star-Lord: Do we really need to test these things?
Gamora: (Via comm.) Yes. We're not taking any chances.
Rocket: Appreciate the confidence in my work, but yes!
Drax: (Via comm.) The testing is the most enjoyable part.

Star-Lord: How are there this many of them?
Rocket: About to be one less!
Gamora: (Via comm.) Don't let them swarm you!
Drax: (Via comm.) Perhaps they serve as nourishment for the monster that we seek.

Star-Lord: Ha ha! At least they make a good splat!
Rocket: That's the spirit! I'm lovin' this!
Drax: (Via comm.) It is indeed satisfying.
Gamora: (Via comm.) [disgusted] Amateur.

Rocket: I knew I was missing all the fun last time.
Star-Lord: Hey, I'm happy to take this round off.
Drax: (Via comm.) Do not let the rodent put you to shame, Peter Quill.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Just don't forget about that thumper!

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: You're SUPPOSED to squish them! They're trying to kill us!

Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: See? I knew you'd get into it.

Groot: I am GROOT!
Rocket: Not a chance! I've gotten way more!

(Second wave comes out.)
Star-Lord: Darn it! I thought we were safe! Oh, come on! Now we gotta deal with junk-slugs?
Rocket: Don't gawk at it, shoot it!
Star-Lord: Very helpful, thanks!
Rocket: You're welcome! Now stop distracting me.

Rocket: Oh yeah! I'm gonna murderize the lot of ya!
Drax: (Via comm.) That is not a word.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Our engineer at work...
Star-Lord: Just watch where you're shooting.

Rocket: Take this!
Star-Lord: And that!
Drax: (Via comm.) What is whom taking?
Gamora: (Via comm.) Sounds like Rocket's having fun.

Rocket: Who killed the grub? Oh yeah! I did!
Star-Lord: Jeez, Rocket! Think of the cleanup crew!

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: [laughs] Oh yeah, it IS like that time!

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Don't be crazy! Worms aren't good for nothin'!

Star-Lord: (Gets spat on.) Grooooss!
Rocket: Look! Quill's all stuck! Ha ha ha!

Star-Lord: (Gets spat on again.) Urgh! I think I got some in my ear!
Rocket: Watch it, Quill! That slime is not a good time.

Star-Lord: (Gets spat on yet again.) Urgh, I just bought this jacket!

Rocket: (Saves Peter from damage.) Save your nice words for later, Quill!
Star-Lord: [relieved sigh] Thanks, buddy!

---

Fight ends

• Rocket is winning
• Peter is winning

Star-Lord: [cheers] Did you see that? Splat!
Rocket: I love the juicy ones.

Star-Lord: Nice splatter, Rocket!
Rocket: I know, right? What was that worth, five points?
Star-Lord: Aw come on! You can't just give yourself points like that.
Rocket: Sure, I can!

Rocket: Hey, Green Team! Looks like we're done installing our thumpers.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Great job. We'll meet you at the mining ship.
Rocket: Great, now let's go!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He says after you!
Star-Lord: Thanks, Groot.

Spot mining rig

Rocket: Alright, mining rig is right there.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Of course it's secure. As secure as a broke down Chitauri shipwreck's ever gonna be...
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: That's cause you keep calling it "gooey stuff." It's nano-resin.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: There is no other way. This is a straight line. Don't be paranoid.
Groot: [grumbles]
Rocket: Hey, Star-Pants, tell Groot it's safe to bridge over. Been holding that warship in place for years. Pretty sure it can hold a few more minutes.

Bridge

• Choose Groot
• Choose Rocket

Star-Lord: Come on, Groot. We need to get across here. And Rocket wouldn't put you at risk, right?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: That's right. I've always got your back, bud.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Nah, it just looks unstable like everything else in here. Don't get your twigs in a bundle.

Star-Lord: Rocket, wanna try jumping across?
Rocket: Suicide? Nope, Groot needs to do this.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: It ain't gonna collapse. Just make the d'astin' bridge!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Ugh! Talk to him, Quill!

Instability 1

Star-Lord: Woah! Careful, Rocket! It does look a little sketchy!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He ain't agreeing with you!

Instability 2

Star-Lord: Uh... ah...
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Come on! These wittle footsies ain't gonna crack a flarking Chitauri warship.

Delay

Rocket: Is he still flarkin' around? Come on, Quill! There ain't no Chitauri left!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I'm plenty sensitive.

---

(Idle banter.)

Rendezvous

Rocket: Team Rocket, you two coming? We've got thumpers to install!
Gamora: (Via comm.) What's going on down there?
Rocket: Nothing. We're making our way across a Chitauri ship.
Drax: (Via comm.) Perhaps it was the ship you served on, daughter of Thanos.

Ugly ship

Rocket: Look at how ugly this thing is.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Ships don't need to be aerodynamic, 'cause there ain't no air in space.

Eyes

Rocket: Come in, Green Team. We've got eyes on the mining ship.
Drax: (Via comm.) Do they resemble the eyes of the beasts from earlier?
Gamora: (Via comm.) He means they're almost there.
Drax: (Via comm.) Then that is what he should have said.

---

Separated

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yes, the resin can hold a stupid warship.
Groot: [unconvinced grunt]
Rocket: I'm telling you, it's totally safe! See? I'll even prove it! Uh, look at this! (Jumps a bit. Entire ship they're standing on begins to fall.)
Star-Lord: Woah! Uh, Rocket...
Rocket: Flark!
Star-Lord: Guys, jump! (Jumps to safety.)
Rocket: (Starts to slide off and fall.) [panicked screams]
Groot: (Burrows a hand into platform with vines, grabs Rocket with the other. Throws Rocket to safety.) I am Groot!
Rocket: (Moves to see Groot as the ship falls.) Groot! Groot! Groooot!
(Ship crashes below. Groot uses vines to get onto another platform, uninjured.)
Star-Lord: Groot! Buddy! You're okay!
Groot: (From platform below.) I am Groot!
Rocket: Fine?! You flarkin' piece of moldy driftwood! You could've died saving me!
Groot: I am Groot! (Begins to walk away.)
Rocket: (To himself.) I love you too, you selfless son of a chog. (To Peter.) Come on, Quill. He says he'll meet us at the mining ship. I don't wanna make him wait.

Blame 1

Star-Lord: That's it? We're not going after him?
Rocket: He says it's fine! We'll meet him later.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Team Rocket, is everything okay? Groot's signal just went dark.
Rocket: Flark... his radio must've broke when he fell.
Drax: (Via comm.) What happened to your timber companion?
Rocket: He ain't timber! He's alive!
Drax: (Via comm.) But he fell.

• Blame Rocket
• Cover for him
• (...)

Star-Lord: Rocket knocked an old shipwreck off balance and we lost Groot.
Gamora: (Via comm.) What?! Is he hurt?
Rocket: I didn't do nothing! It fell on its own. And Groot's fine. Team Rocket, out! Why d'you have to go and tell Green Team the accident's my fault?

Star-Lord: Groot just took a different path. He must have fell and broke his radio.
Rocket: Yeah! That's it!
Drax: (Via comm.) Why take a different path--
Rocket: Team Rocket, over! Hope that got rid of them. Sounds like Green Team's off our backs. Now we can stop worrying about that dumb accident.

Rocket: I really don't know if you're being clever or dumb right now. Team Rocket, out! Sounds like Green Team's off our backs. Now we can stop worrying about that dumb accident.

Blame 2

Rocket: Groot's fine anyways. There's nothing to worry about. Not like I could've prevented that old rusted ship from keeling over.

• Confront Rocket
• Brush it off
• (...)

Star-Lord: An accident Rocket? Come on.
Rocket: What? That's all it was.
Star-Lord: It's your fault! If you hadn't fooled around on that ship--
Rocket: I didn't--You don't know nothing! Stop trying to be smart.
Star-Lord: That sure didn't sound like an apology.
Rocket: Nope.

Star-Lord: Whatever, right? Like you said. Groot's fine. Everything is... fine.
Rocket: Exactly. We're all fine.
Star-Lord: Sure, sure. Fine.

(...)

---

(Idle banter.)

Dynamic duo

Star-Lord: You know, we make a pretty dynamic duo, Rocket.
Rocket: Oh, keep your shirt on, Star-Pants. You ain't no Groot.
Star-Lord: I may not have his stretchy arms, but I've got a killer soundtrack.
Rocket: Ugh. That Terran scut you're always listening to? You ain't helping your case.

Permanent

Rocket: Uh, between you and me... I think Green Team should be a permanent thing.
Star-Lord: Why's that?
Rocket: Because they ain't picking on me for a change.
Star-Lord: Come on, most of the time you poke at them first.
Rocket: Yeah. Well, somebody has to.

Heists

Drax: (Via comm.) On the next mission, I do not wish to be on Green Team.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Ditto.
Rocket: All the five person jobs I know are heists...
Star-Lord: No more heists. Not until we make a name for ourselves, at least.

Uppity bugs

Rocket: Hard to believe all this destruction's because some ugly flarkin' bugs got uppity.
Gamora: (Via comm.) It was a little more complex than that.
Rocket: Don't matter. We should have thrown everything at the bug homeworld and exterminated the flarkers.
Gamora: (Via comm.) We did, but they surrendered.
Rocket: That don't change my opinion on the matter.

Shovels

Rocket: Imagine towing all this scut by hand. Or by ship, technically.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Maybe they retrofit their Star Blasters with Nova Force gravitational shovels.
Rocket: Huh, yeah, that would work.

Chitauri ships

Gamora: (Via comm.) Lots of Chitauri ship husks out here on the edges.
Rocket: Chitauri are like roaches: there's never just one.
Drax: (Via comm.) It is fitting that they should die like insects.

Bad smell

Rocket: Ugh. Am I the only one fed up with how much this entire junkyard stinks?
Star-Lord: Smells kinda like old fruit.
Rocket: Yeah, that's one of the smells.
Star-Lord: How many are there?
Rocket: Uh. [sniffs] I'd say between two and three thousand.

Chitauri joke 1

Rocket: Hey, hey! What gets louder as it gets smaller?
Star-Lord: I don't know?
Rocket: A Chitauri in a trash compactor. [laugh]
Star-Lord: [laughs] Oh, man. That one's rough. But good!

Chitauri joke 2

Rocket: Hey, what's grosser than ten Chitauri nailed to a ship?
Star-Lord: I dunno, what?
Rocket: One Chitauri nailed to ten ships. Ha!
Star-Lord: Ha. Nice.

Chitauri joke 3

Rocket: How do you make a dead Chitauri float?
Star-Lord: How?
Rocket: Take your foot off its head.
Star-Lord: I think Yondu told me that one. Only good Chitauri is a dead Chitauri.
Rocket: Korax was okay. I wonder how he's doing...

Kidnapper

Rocket: Hey Gamora, did you really chop up the Chitauri Queen?
Gamora: (Via comm.) Where'd you hear that?
Rocket: Around.
Gamora: (Via comm.) I didn't kill it. I kidnapped it.
Star-Lord: That was you? Nova Corps always claimed they ended the war.
Gamora: (Via comm.) They would take all the credit.

Wreckage

Drax: (Via comm.) I do not see the mining ship amid all this wreckage.
Rocket: Look around, it's hard to miss. Great big metal cylinder.

Bet status

• Rocket is winning
• Peter is winning
• Tied

Rocket: I'm gonna need a glob-popping trophy after I beat you. If you're lucky, I'll let you polish it every few cycles.
Star-Lord: Do I get to make this trophy? Because I already have some fun ideas.
Rocket: Uh... no, no. I'll take care of the design. Gonna need at least six bars of Dorgallian gemsteel.

Rocket: You sure I'm not winning? It feels like I should be winning.
Star-Lord: I mean, it's your tech doing the counting. I guess it could be defective.
Rocket: It's not defective!
Star-Lord: Sounds like I'm winning, then.

Rocket: Look at that, we're tied. Getting nervous?
Star-Lord: I don't get nervous. I get focused. Does that make you nervous?
Rocket: Never. I got nerves of steel. Literally.

---

Fall off

Star-Lord: [scared yell]
Rocket: Relax, Quill. This place is completely--
Star-Lord: No, it's not! It's the opposite of whatever you were gonna say!

Backtrack

Rocket: Where are you going, Quill?
Star-Lord: Just don't wanna miss anything.
Rocket: You're looking for more of them suckers to pop!
Star-Lord: Never.

Support beam

• Choose Rocket (B)
• Choose Rocket (C)

(If Peter blamed Rocket.)
Star-Lord: Hey, look! A shortcut we can't use because somebody lost Groot.
Rocket: So useful for you to point it out. Thanks.
Star-Lord: You're welcome.

(If Peter covered for Rocket.)
Star-Lord: Groot could have reached that. Really miss the big twig right now.
Rocket: You and me both...

Tightrope walk

Star-Lord: Man, if that afterburner kicked on right now, we'd be toast!
Rocket: Let's hope it don't! Because we have to find a way through this thing.

• Blamed Rocket
• Covered for Rocket

Rocket: Mining ship's on the other side of that turbine, so we gotta find a way through.
Star-Lord: Try not to jump on anything this time, Groot's not there to grab you if you--
Rocket: Quill. Either shut up, or help me figure out how these blades open.

Star-Lord: Crap, this turbine's right in the way. Gotta get through it. These things open up to let gas through, right?
Rocket: Yup. Are you saying we're the gas?
Star-Lord: Today we are, if we can get it open.

Scan access point

Star-Lord: There's a drone access tunnel over here.
Rocket: Too bad we don't got a drone.

Delay

Star-Lord: Maybe there's a control panel inside there you can hack.
Rocket: Quill, if you're gonna ask me to crawl in there, just do it. I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.

Access point

Star-Lord: (Chooses Rocket.) [sigh] Can you squeeze in there?
Rocket: Knew it... Rocket fix the thing. Rocket clean up the mess. Rocket crawl into the mystery hole...
Star-Lord: See anything?
Rocket: Yeah... a manual override.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Team Rocket, we hit a snag. One of our thumper points was covered in resin so we're going to fly around to scout another spot.
Rocket: Just make sure the new spot's as close as possible to the original one. Because... of maths... and angles! (Opens up turbine.)
Star-Lord: Great, another turbine.
Rocket: Yeah, that is how these things are usually built.
Star-Lord: Pew-pew! And... boop!
Rocket: Someone's been practicing. Flark, it's stuck on something!
Star-Lord: (Frees turbine blades.) Come on. Let's get out of here.

Pass turbines

Rocket: We're back on track. The mining ship ain't too far.
Star-Lord: Think Groot's already ahead of us?
Rocket: Maybe. Hope he didn't get distracted. I've been thinkin' about buyin' him a leash. He spots somethin' shiny and the next thing you know, he's on another planet.

Fall

Star-Lord: (Walks over a tube. It breaks and both fall off a slope.) Oh crap crap crap crap crap!
Rocket: It wasn't me this time, I swear! I don't like this!
Star-Lord: Hope I don't tear my pants! (Shoots at parasite.) Haha! Point for me!
Rocket: That point don't count if we're dead! I'm grippin' this thing with muscles I didn't even know I had!
Star-Lord: (Sees hole ahead.) Oh crap! (Falls into emptiness below.) [screams]
Rocket: Oh, fraksnackin... gargle-flarkin... (Also falls.) [screams]
Star-Lord: (Falls on Milano's cockpit window. Inside, Gamora is piloting; Drax stands on her left.) [yell] [impact]
Gamora: (Via comm.) Where's--
Rocket: (Lands next to Peter.) OW! Flarkin' sonnuva--
Drax: (Via comm.) I told you I saw them. (Moves towards his seat.)
Star-Lord: Great timing. How did you guys---
Gamora: (Via comm.) Good to see you too, but you're going to want to cross the ship as fast as you can.

Gamora: (Via comm.) We're seeing a lot of movement.
Rocket: Yeah, scut's gettin' real violent out here!
Star-Lord: Uh... just try to hold her still for us.
Gamora: (Via comm.) That's not gonna be an option soon!
Drax: (Via comm.) This position is untenable...
Gamora: (Via comm.) Drax says hurry it up, Peter!
Drax: (Via comm.) Assassin...
Gamora: (Via comm.) I see it.
Drax: (Via comm.) It is not your vision that I am--
Gamora: (Via comm.) I said I see it! Now or never, Peter!
Rocket: Come on, Quill! I don't wanna have to clean what's left o' you off the Milano's window!
Star-Lord: I don't have your raccoon-like reflexes!
Rocket: I ain't a raccoon! Move it or you're dead! Quit laggin', Quill!

Gamora: (Via comm.) Incoming! Watch out!
(Debris hits the Milano.)
Star-Lord: (Slips and slides over the cargo area hull.) Wha--
Gamora: (Via comm.) Hang on!
(Peter barely makes the jump into the platform. Debris continues to crash around him.)
Star-Lord: (Runs onwards.) [yell]
Drax: (Via comm.) Have you perished, Peter Quill?!
Star-Lord: No no no no no!
Gamora: (Via comm.) Too much debris! I'm taking her out of here!
Star-Lord: Go! Keep running! (Jumps but barely catches the platform.)
Rocket: Stop flarkin' around, man!
Star-Lord: Really?!
Rocket: Quill, this way!

Falls off

Rocket:
(Fall 1.) Real funny, Quill!.. Quill?
(Fall 2.) Quill! Get up, man! Quuill!
(Fall 3.) Quill's down!

Take cover

(Area completely covered in darkness.)
Gamora: (Via comm.) Team Rocket, did you make it inside?
Rocket: [panting] Yeah, all in one piece!
Gamora: (Via comm.) Got it. Meet you in a tick.
Rocket: No rush. It's nice and cozy in here.
Star-Lord: Not so much when you can't see in the dark.
Rocket: Ah! Think I felt a panel. Yeah, there's wiring in there. I'll see if I can get the systems back on.
Star-Lord: How long's this gonna take?

Shoot

Rocket: Are you crazy, Quill! I'm right here. You're gonna kill someone. And that someone's gonna be me!
Star-Lord: (Whispers.) Sorry.

Scan

Star-Lord: («Scanning system failure - Environmental interference» alert appears.) Ah! Crap!
Rocket: What?!
Star-Lord: My visor went supernova! Is it broken?
Rocket: Uh, overloaded, sounds like. Must be some kinda redisual energy in here.

Released

Rocket: Come on... flarkin' tensor-joint! Just need to... wiggle the... Okay. So life support's booting back up. What's it look like out there? (Light on, revealing a parasite.)
Star-Lord: Holy mother of space barnacles...
Rocket: Ha! That one's mine!
(Shoots. Soul Gem falls to the ground. Both look at one another, then run to grab it.)
Star-Lord & Rocket: [strains with effort]
Rocket: (Trips him.) [laughs] (Gets pushed.) [grunts in pain]
Star-Lord: [strains with effort]
Rocket: [strains with effort]
Star-Lord: [strains with effort] (Grabs the gem.)
Rocket: [disappointed grunt]
Star-Lord: [satisfied laugh] [pants] (Opens hand to see prize, but skin breaks down with a violet glow. Throws it away.) [grunts in pain] (Checks hand, now unharmed.)
Rocket: Quill, you okay?
Star-Lord: Yeah... Yeah, it's just... Man. (Creature comes out, falls through slits on the floor, then rises on the other side of the glass. It grows.) [confused expression]
Rocket: Well, that's concerning. (Creature lunges towards them, cracking the glass.)
Star-Lord & Rocket: [frightened gasps] (Creature leaves.)
Star-Lord: What was that?
Rocket: Uh, it's a... swarm of old cleaner bots...? Maybe?
Star-Lord: Old cleaner bots?
Rocket: I don't know.
(Metal hitting sounds.)
Star-Lord: [frightened gasps] (Peter with visor points guns; Rocket aims blaster at the door.) [nervous breathing]
Rocket: [frightened gasps] [breathes heavily] (Door starts to open. Shoots.) Die, weird floaty thing! [yells]
Star-Lord: (Realizes.) Woah woah woah Rocket! (Stops him.)
Groot: (Ducks. Shooting shots. Unharmed.) I am Groot!
Rocket: Groot! (Runs to him.) You okay, buddy?
Groot: [sigh]
Star-Lord: [breathes heavily] (Looks one last time at the gem. Leaves.)

Install the last thumper

Creature

Rocket: Sorry about the shooting.
Star-Lord: Yeah, thought you were that freaky thing we accidentally release--
Rocket: Saw! We saw some cleaner bots... accidentally... at a distance.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: We're totally alright. It just ran away when it saw us. Right, Quill?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: And I'm glad you're safe too! Wow!

• Downplay the creature
• Come clean (R)
• Come clean (P)
• (...)

Star-Lord: Ha, yep, just a freaky floating creature. Nothing to worry about. Oh, and speaking of freaky creatures, wanna bet Green Team's having trouble parking the ship?
Rocket: I think I'm done with, uh, bets for today.
Star-Lord: Yeah... you and me both. Let's just get to the rendezvous point.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Nobody won, it was just an excuse to shoot stuff.

(If Rocket released it.)
Star-Lord: Not so sure that creature thing was inoffensive, Rocket. Don't you feel even a little bad for releasing it?
Rocket: Releasing it? What are you talking about?
Star-Lord: You saw it come out of that stone just like I did!
Rocket: So? What makes you think it was trapped in there?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: What's going on is Star-Nuts being paranoid about dumb stuff. End of discussion.

(If Peter released it.)
Star-Lord: Rocket, I'm not so sure that swarm thing was inoffensive. I feel kinda bad about releasing it.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Quill took a potshot at this massive worm nest. Chunk of something fell off and the big floaty creature came out of it. That's all.

Rocket: Um, how did you manage to get out there by yourself?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Sounds harsh. Good thing you're so flexible!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, yeah, Gamora said your radio was bust.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Good question! Gamora's probably taking forever to park my ship.
Star-Lord: My ship!
Rocket: [groans]

Enter side room

Rocket: Anything in there?
Star-Lord: Not much!

Back on track

Rocket: Here ya go! Rendezvous coordinates are that way, but we'll have to find a way around the rubble.
Star-Lord: I'll try to find a side passage.

---

(Idle banter.)

Unheeded

Star-Lord: Hey, you guys get the Milano parked somewhere safe? (...) Guys?
Rocket: Maybe they got tired of hearin' you yak.
Star-Lord: This place gives me the creeps.

Mining ship

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: What do you mean, what kind of mining ship? A mining mining ship. Cut rock, extract resources.
Star-Lord: Do you see any rock? Or mining equipment for that matter?
Rocket: Well... No.

Chitauri joke

Rocket: Hey Groot, how do you make a dead Chitauri float?
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Take your foot off its head.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: What's not to get?

Surfer

Rocket: How did you manage to get here, buddy?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: You rode on what thing?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: What? You're tellin' me you just surfed it over?
Groot: I am Groot.

Greenies

Rocket: Green Team better be showin' up soon.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: You didn't see them? They better not have left us in here by ourselves.

Nobody here

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Which Arago job?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Quill's dumb enough to lead us into a trap, but don't sweat it, ain't nobody knows we're here.

Haunted vibes

Star-Lord: Anyone else get a weird vibe off this place? Maybe it's haunted.
Rocket: Haunted with what?
Star-Lord: You know... [whispers] ghosts.
Rocket: Oh, please, Quill. Don't tell me you're one of those.

Trouble

Rocket: So Groot, you run into any trouble getting into the rig?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Good. I was pretty worried about you.

Scraps

Rocket: Remember to watch for useful scrap. If you ain't got enough pockets, get creative.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Now you're talkin'. If only we could all grow pockets.

One exit

Rocket: It would suck to get busted in here. You know, with just one exit.
Star-Lord: Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Spooky ship

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: There ain't nothin' spooky. It's an old ship is all.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: And dark, sure.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Alright, you made your point.

---

Clue

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Hey, Quill! Groot says there might be something behind the big unit over here!

Scan heavy obstacle

Star-Lord: There's a doorway behind that big thing! Someone help me push it.

First workbench

Groot: (Pushing alongside Peter.) I am Groot!
Rocket: Look at this old beauty!
Groot: I am... Groot?
Rocket: A table?! This is a vintage model-T engineering workbench. They don't make them sturdy like that no more. Hey, come on, Quill, let's see if this beauty still works. Maybe I can fix up your gear. Hey, hand me that part.
Rocket: (Crafting Rapid Reload.) On it... and finished. / One shiny upgrade nice and crafted. / Ding ding done. / Gotcha covered. / Done in record time.

Spot regenerating matter

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, there's a way through if we clear out that crud.

Delay

Rocket: C'mon, Quill. Put them pea shooters to good use, so we can squeeze in there.

Shoot regenerating matter

Rocket: That's one stubborn buncha blorf. Try that quick cooldown I installed, so you can keep pelting it.

Fail quick cooldown

Rocket:
(Fail 1.) You gotta time it just right to overcharge the phase coolant.
(Fail 2.) [bursts out laughing] Fastest gun in the Ionian Cluster!

Destroy regenerating matter

Star-Lord: (Destroys regenerating matter.) Oh yeah! Nailed it!
Rocket: Ahem...
Star-Lord: --And uh, thanks for the upgrade.
Rocket: Alright, let's squeeze our way outta here.
Star-Lord: Oh, after you.
Rocket: Uh, no, you go first. I'll cover your back.

Detour

(Detour 1.) Rocket: I don't think you're gonna find another way through, Quill.
(Detour 2.) Groot: I am Groot? → Rocket: Oh yeah, I've seen Quill get lost tryin' to find the bathroom. On the Milano.

---

(Idle banter.)

Creature

Star-Lord: So that thing we set free...
Rocket: Uh, what thing? I didn't see a thing. Definitely don't want to talk about no thing.

Watchful 1

Rocket: Uh Groot, you take the lead.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: How are you gonna watch my back when I'm watching your back? We'll go in circles.

Watchful 2

Rocket: Fine, I'll go first.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Then we're in agreement. Quill goes first, you watch his back, and I watch your back.

---

Fall

Rocket: Perfectly safe, right?
Star-Lord: I don't trust your definition of safe. (Pipes loosen.) Uh... seems a little wobbly. You guys hang back a sec.
Rocket: Not a problem.
Star-Lord: (Falls to the level below.) [yells]
Rocket: Quill? Scut!
Star-Lord: (Moniscobule closes in.) Gah! This place is crawling with ugly! Guys, I'm not alone down here!
Rocket: You gotta deal with it! We'll look for a way around!
Star-Lord: Holy crap! This is the most punchable thing I've ever seen! [laughs]
Rocket: What?!

Star-Lord: Knuckle sandwich time!
Rocket: Give 'em one from me, Quill!

Star-Lord: These things are just dyin' to be punched!
Rocket: I feel the same way about you sometimes.

Star-Lord: Look at their weird arms!
Rocket: We can't see them, genius.

Rocket: You got this, Quill? I ain't jumping down there.
Star-Lord: Oh, I am all over these ones.

Rocket: Sounds like you're having fun down there.
Star-Lord: You don't know what you're missin'.

Rocket: Groot, see if you can find us another way through.
Star-Lord: Go ahead Groot, I'll be fine.

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, I'm comin'. Just makin' sure Quill don't die.

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: What's the worst that could happen?

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: You heard him: he's having fun down there.

Fight ends

Star-Lord: Man, Rocket, you really missed out. That was amazing!
Gamora: (Via comm.) Team Rocket? Finally. We couldn't hear you before. Something about that mining ship's been messing up our comms.
Rocket: (Via comm.) Yeah, somethin' really ain't right in here. And Quill fell down another hole.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Another one? I'm parking the Milano, but Drax is out there searching for you.
Rocket: (Via comm.) Maybe you'll find Quill before we do. We're tryin' to catch up to him.
Star-Lord: Guys, we really need to get better at the buddy system.
Drax: (Via comm.) She is not my buddy. I will find you, Peter Quill. Describe your surroundings.
Star-Lord: Uh, old metal. Old mining equipment. Just... old.
Drax: (Via comm.) Noted.

Spinal Control Unit

Star-Lord: (Picks up.) Huh, I wonder if Rocket knows what this is...

---

(Idle banter.)

Equipment

Drax: (Via comm.) Peter Quill, I have located some old equipment, but I do not see you.
Star-Lord: This whole place is old equipment.
Drax: (Via comm.) That does not narrow my search.

Some noise

Gamora: (Via comm.) You two have any luck?
Drax: (Via comm.) It is not a question of luck.
Gamora: (Via comm.) Peter, make some noise, so he can find you.
Star-Lord: [yelling] Drax? Drax!
Rocket: (Via comm.) Hey! You wanna mute your comms if you're gonna scream your lungs out?

Metal cubes

Star-Lord: What a weird bunch of stuff to mine...
Rocket: (Via comm.) What was it?
Star-Lord: I dunno, weird cube-y hunks of rock? Or metal?

---

Fight

Star-Lord: (Jumps through missing window. Lands on container.) Hellooooo...? (Shollock appears.) Whoah! Another freaky thing!
Rocket: (Via comm.) How freaky? Kill it!
Star-Lord: You read my mind. This thing refuses to die! I can barely scratch it!
Rocket: (Via comm.) Kill it harder!
Star-Lord: I'm killing it as hard as I can! (Stagger Bar tutorial appears.)

Star-Lord: Could really use a tag team!
Rocket: (Via comm.) Sorry, Quill. We're nowhere near anymore.
Drax: (Via comm.) Worry not! I draw near!

Star-Lord: Get fried, marshmallow man!
Rocket: (Via comm.) Roast it, Quill!
Drax: (Via comm.) Do not finish the fight too quickly, Peter Quill.

Star-Lord: Damn! These things really soak up damage!
Rocket: (Via comm.) Don't die! Drax will blame me if he finds a corpse.
Drax: (Via comm.) Continue your feeble cries. I am zeroing in on your location.

Drax: (Via comm.) Peter Quill, make your position known!
Rocket: (Via comm.) You ain't found him yet?!
Star-Lord: You're close! Over here!

Rocket: (Via comm.) How you doin' there, Quill?
Star-Lord: It's like this thing eats blaster fire!

Rocket: (Via comm.) Maybe hurry it up there, Muscles!
Star-Lord: I'm good! Mostly.
Drax: (Via comm.) I do not hurry. I move with haste.

Groot: (Via comm.) I am Groot!
Rocket: (Via comm.) Groot says don't die! But y'know, all nice-like.

Drax: [Katathian war cry] (Destroys wall.) Peter Quill, hide behind me. I will protect you!
Star-Lord: What?! Nobody's hiding! (Selects Drax to use Destroy.) Drax o'clock! / Pounce, Drax! / Smash 'em up, Drax!

Gamora: (Via comm.) Peter, Drax, where are you? Did I hear blasters?
Star-Lord: You sure did!

Star-Lord: Now it's a fair fight!
Drax: It is completely unfair. They do not stand a chance.

Star-Lord: Hope Gamora can find us too.
Drax: I do not share your hope.
Gamora: (Via comm.) I'm thinking you'll be hard to miss.

Gamora: (Via comm.) Any clue how I find you guys?
Star-Lord: Drax put a hole in the wall, if you can find that.
Drax: Listen for the great sounds of battle.

Gamora: (Via comm.) Milano's parked. I'm on my way.
Drax: No doubt you will be conveniently late.
Star-Lord: Take your time, me and Drax got these.

Gamora: (Via comm.) Save some for me.
Star-Lord: Not going to be a problem!

Drax: Their soft flesh is primed for slicing!
Star-Lord: Man, I missed you, Drax.
Gamora: (Via comm.) I'm missing all the fun.

Drax: We make a fine duo, Peter Quill.
Star-Lord: You stab 'em, I zap 'em!

Rocket: (Via comm.) Come on, Groot! Through here.

Groot: (Via comm.) I am Groot!
Rocket: (Via comm.) Yeah, looks like we got problems of our own!

Gamora: (Arrives.) My turn!
Star-Lord: (Select Gamora to use Deadly Strike.) Chop 'em up.
Gamora: Die! Never see it coming... (Defeats Shollock.) Next time, get a thicker shell.
Star-Lord: [laugh] Nice!
Drax: [chuckles] Indeed!

Reunite with Rocket and Groot

Fight ends

Rocket: (Via comm.) You greenies found Quill?
Gamora: Found and saved.
Star-Lord: Hey!
Rocket: (Via comm.) Go on ahead then. We'll catch up, just making a... pit stop.
Gamora: I parked the Milano near the last thumper spot. We'll head that way and keep an eye out for you.
Star-Lord: How's my baby?
Gamora: You can see for yourself, if we can get back up there.

---

(Idle banter.)

Way forward

Gamora: I could make it up there, but we're gonna need something for you two to climb up on.
Drax: It is a wonder the nimble assassin has not abandoned us already.
Star-Lord: Drax...
Gamora: At least he called me nimble.
Drax: It was not intended as a compliment.

---

Delay

Star-Lord: Anyone got any bright ideas?
Gamora: If you're not going to use that visor, give it to me.
Drax: She covets the forbidden knowledge of your magic glasses, Peter Quill.

Scan heavy object

Star-Lord: If we can get this thing down, it should give us the extra height we need.

Heavy object 1

Star-Lord: (Chooses Gamora.) Alright, pretty sure that baby's our ticking upward. Somehow.
Gamora: It's... a possibility. Maybe try something else.

Cable

Star-Lord: (Chooses Gamora.) Let's see that fancy footwork, Gamora.
Gamora: Bet you can't do this... (Cuts cable.) Watch your heads.
Drax: That is physically impossible.

---

(Idle banter.)

Current problem

Star-Lord: Okay. Sorta making progress. Drax, any thoughts?
Drax: I am debating whether to employ the Kurshagaar Lunge to subdue our monster and whether that would be inadvertently fatal.
Star-Lord: I mean for our current problem.
Drax: First we must find a way to climb up.

---

Heavy object 2

Star-Lord: (Chooses Drax.) Drax, think you can heft that container?
Drax: Behold the might of a Katathian warrior.

Wrong spot

Drax: Do not fall victim to indecision, Peter Quill.
Star-Lord: Riiiiight about... THERE!
Drax: Understood. (Puts it next to wall that leads nowhere.)
Gamora: Well, that's... helpful.
Drax: I did as our leader bid. Not all of us are so quick to disobey.
Gamora: Make up your mind: are you mad that I served Thanos or that I betrayed him?
Drax: Neither inspire confidence.

Correct spot

Star-Lord: You can place it there.
Drax: Understood. (Puts it next to wall to advance.) Remember this moment, should you ever think of crossing me, assassin.
Gamora: I'll remember how slowly you moved.

Advance

Star-Lord: Alright, Rocket: we're back on track.
Rocket: (Via comm.) Huh? Oh, yeah. Good for you.
Groot: (Via comm.) I am Groot.
Rocket: (Via comm.) It ain't stealing if it's abandoned. We-- Oh, flark.
Star-Lord: Rocket?
Groot: (Via comm.) I am Groot?
Rocket: (Via comm.) Not now, Quill.

Scary cute

Star-Lord: Rocket...?
Drax: Perhaps he has located our monster.
Gamora: We don't even know what it looks like. The intel was extremely vague.
Star-Lord: It wasn't vague, it was... rushed. It's probably some cute little--
Gamora: Nightmarish abomination.
Drax: Lady Hellbender is a renowned warrior. An ideal specimen would reflect that strength.
Gamora: Like I said: something scary.
Drax: I disagree. Strength is endearing. My little Kamaria and her mother, Hovat, were two of the strongest people who ever lived.
Gamora: Maybe we would've gotten along.
Drax: Certainly not. They did not respect traitors.

• Bet on cute
• Bet on scary
• (...)

Star-Lord: I bet it's something cute. Women dig the cute stuff, right?
Gamora: Yes, all women in the entire universe get weak in the knees when they see something fluffy.
Drax: Lady Hellbender is an exceptional female. She would desire only the most worthy of pets.
Star-Lord: You've never seen a baby otter playing with its hands.
Drax: I cannot refute this.

Star-Lord: With a name like "Hellbender" Gamora's probably right. It's gotta be something scary.
Gamora: Nightmarish. A proper apex predator.
Star-Lord: Snarling and nasty. More teeth than all of us combined. Bat-like wings with razor tips. Probably spits poison or acid.
Gamora: Or acidic poison.
Drax: I hope all these are true. I yearn for a worthy challenge.

Gamora: You and I fought for the same side.
Drax: Eventually.

---

(Idle banter.)

Too quiet

Star-Lord: This place... I dunno, it just feels too quiet. Like a church.
Gamora: Or a grave.
Drax: The two are not mutually exclusive.

Pets

Star-Lord: Hunting this thing kinda reminds me of this time when my hamster got loose and I chased her all over the basement.
Drax: Was she a fearsome beast?
Star-Lord: Yeah, she had a mean bite. Did you guys have pets?
Gamora: I had an eyeball in a jar. It never blinked because it didn't have its eyelids, but it always looked like it wanted to.
Star-Lord: Okay, moving onto Drax.
Drax: I would much rather discuss the eyeball.
Gamora: It was one of a set. My sister had the other.
Star-Lord: Ugh. Come on!

Sustenance

Gamora: Why do you think the monster was drawn to this ship, of all places?
Drax: Sustenance, no doubt.
Star-Lord: Maybe the ship's engines are still vibrating after all these cycles.
Drax: Or they draw sustenance from something that is leaking.
Gamora: Radiation could explain our comm problems.
Drax: Perhaps they are scavenging old food stores for sustenance.
Gamora: Hungry, Drax?
Drax: Yes.

Dead comms

Star-Lord: You guys notice anything... weird about this place?
Gamora: You mean besides the comms going dead for no reason?
Drax: There was a reason: you collided with that column of scrap.
Star-Lord: You what?!
Gamora: I was dodging a hailstorm of flaming debris! And the comms went out before that.

Shadow's gaze

Drax: There is a distinct sensation, navigating this wreck. Katathians call it the Shadow's Gaze.
Gamora: Now that you mention it, I have felt like I was being watched.
Drax: Perhaps our prey is stalking us. I say, let it come.

Extortion racket

Drax: Once we deliver her prize, Lady Hellbender could become an influential ally.
Star-Lord: How so?
Drax: They say that the mere mention of her name can end a negotiation.
Gamora: You want to turn the Guardians of the Galaxy into an extortion racket?
Drax: No. I want people to offer us bigger tasks because they fear her wrath.
Star-Lord: Same thing, Drax.
Drax: Oh.

Katath

Gamora: You know... I've seen these big mining ships before, but I don't remember ever seeing Katathian starfighter in the war.
Drax: Thanos ordered his invaders to raze most of our fleets and demolished our factories before we could respond. Surely you knew that.
Gamora: Actually, I didn't. I had nothing to do with what happened to your people.
Drax: But you were familiar with this tactic.
Gamora: I... Yes.
Drax: Of course you were.

Mined planets

Gamora: Ever see the remains of a planet after one of these things mined it?
Star-Lord: They mined whole planets?
Gamora: Everybody needed war resources as fast as possible. Many systems out there are now just scattered debris.
Drax: Were those systems uninhabited?
Gamora: Depends on who was doing the drilling.

---

Slide

Star-Lord: Whoa!
Gamora: Careful!
Rocket: (From level below.) I can see! Just keep running!
Groot: (From level below.) I am Groot!
Star-Lord: (Arrives.) Rocket!
Rocket: Quill? You guys got some timing. We got company! (They jump from up high, followed by Wuruum.)

Star-Lord: Is this from the last thumper?!
Rocket: We haven't even placed it yet. This place is crawling with monsters.

Drax: If they are food for our quarry, it will not be far behind.
Star-Lord: Let's just focus on not becoming food ourselves!

Star-Lord: How many of these things did you bring with you?!
Gamora: More than enough from the looks of it!
Rocket: Quit moanin' and shoot!
Drax: Do not kneel before a challenge, Peter Quill.

Star-Lord: It's like we woke up the whole ship!
Gamora: Then let's put it to bed.
Drax: A ship does not sleep.
Rocket: There's too flarkin' many of 'em!

Gamora: We need to regroup.
Drax: Ha! Have you lost courage, assassin?
Star-Lord: You're right, this isn't working.
Rocket: Regroup where?! There ain't nowhere to go!

Gamora: Don't let them get too close.
Drax: I have no other option.
Star-Lord: Tell them that!
Rocket: Easier said than done, lady!

Drax: Do not relent. Death would be preferable.
Gamora: No one's giving up.
Star-Lord: Let's not let it come to that.
Rocket: Says you!

Drax: This battle is proving worthy.
Gamora: A little too worthy.
Star-Lord: Not really the word I'd use.
Rocket: Feel free to take 'em on yourself.

Rocket: Get back, ya pile of scut!
Star-Lord: Watch him, Groot!
Gamora: They sneak up on you!
Drax: Scurry if you must, rodent.

Rocket: This ain't looking good!
Star-Lord: Just hang in there.
Gamora: You're the one who brought them to us.
Drax: There is honor even in defeat.

Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Kinda got my hands full, bud!

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Oh, please. They would've chased us anyways!

Gamora: Peter!
Star-Lord: Flark! Flark! Flark! (Everyone is incapacitated.)

Huddle

Star-Lord: Guys! Huddle up!
Gamora: It feels like they're everywhere, laughing at us!
Drax: And yet, we cannot retreat!
Rocket: No one wants to retreat, big guy, but I gotta say... It's flarking scary out there, Quill!

• Laugh
• Don't get cocky
• (...)

Star-Lord: Flarknards on the field? Danger on all sides? Then it's time we stand and face it, and make sure they're nullified! Are we heroes to be laughed at? No! I'll laugh at them instead. Who's with me?
Gamora: Yes! / Let's do this!
Drax: Ultath's fields must wait! / Victory is ours!
Groot: I AM GROOT!
Rocket: Let me at 'em! / Time to blow stuff up!

Star-Lord: All right, all right, listen. This isn't our first rodeo, guys. Problem is, if we play it cocky, just one little mistake and they're gonna bring us down. Who's with me?
Gamora: Unfortunately, we are. / Did anyone understand that speech?
Rocket: Kinda wishing we weren't. / Seriously?
Drax: That was inappropriate for this battle. / I suspect our leader is an idiot.
Groot: [disgruntled grunt] / [disgusted sigh]

Rocket: Geez, Quill. Way to go.
Groot: I am Groot.
Gamora: Nice one, Peter.
Drax: Should we continue the battle?

Fight

Star-Lord: Told you we could do this!
Rocket: Okay, so you were right for once.
Gamora: Never had a doubt.
Drax: Your magical words have fueled my muscles.

Star-Lord: Want some? Get some!
Rocket: Take the whole clip!
Gamora: And some of this!
Drax: What are you offering, Peter Quill?

Gamora: This is more like it!
Drax: I am obliged to agree with the assassin.
Rocket: Okay, so Green Team has its uses.
Star-Lord: Told you we'd make a great team!

Gamora: Drax was right: this really gets the blood pumping.
Star-Lord: This is my kind of workout.
Drax: Do not expect me to lower my guard, assassin.

Drax: You are a rousing leader, Peter Quill!
Gamora: Let's not go nuts.
Rocket: Sometimes he ain't half bad.
Star-Lord: You just gotta feel the beat.

Drax: I will destroy you all!
Rocket: Hey, not all of us!
Star-Lord: You got this, big guy!
Gamora: Sounds like Drax is having fun.

Rocket: We ain't such a bad team after all.
Gamora: Did Rocket just compliment us?
Star-Lord: You kidding? We're the best!
Drax: Well said, rodent.

Rocket: Payback time, scutstains!
Gamora: How sweet it is.
Star-Lord: Let 'em have it, Rocket!
Drax: They will pay in blood!

Groot: I AM Groot!
Rocket: Yeah! You show 'em, bud!

Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: You did not know the lyrics.

Install the last thumper 2

Fight ends

Drax: Glorious! Bring on our monster! I'm engorged with the thrum of battle.
Gamora: Didn't need to hear that.
Rocket: Come on. Last thumper spot is this way.
Star-Lord: How do you know?
Rocket: My senses are fine-tuned to measure even the tiniest vibrations.
Star-Lord: Really?
Rocket: No. I'm tracking it on my display.

Door

Gamora: The Milano should be right on the other side of this door. It was open when I came through here.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Who says I tripped on something? Murder Mom probably closed the door behind her.
Gamora: Excuse me?

Delay

Drax: Door! Open!
Rocket: It ain't voice activated, numb-skull.
Drax: Your skull is as numb as mine, rodent. They do not possess nerves.
Rocket: [sighs] Quill, would ya put that visor to some use and find me an access point?

---

(Idle banter.)

Thumper

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: We'll need a good staging spot for the last thumper. I'll know it when I see it.

Admission

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Fine. Me and Groot were messing with some sub-systems. I may have tripped something.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I said I may have. Look, if it's got power to close, it's got power to open.

Sapient monster

Gamora: What do we do if this monster turns out to be sapient?
Drax: We would likely get a higher payout.
Rocket: We ain't caging nothing that can complain about it.
Gamora: You and Groot are ex-bounty hunters.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot's right. That's different. They knew what game they were playing.

Dead target

Drax: My blades are eager to meet this monster.
Star-Lord: Remember, we take it alive. No accidents this time. I don't want a repeat of Yormot.
Drax: Yormot was not an accident. I simply did not agree that the Zn'rx mercenary deserved to live.

---

Access point

Star-Lord: (Chooses Rocket.) It looks like it's still got some juice. Give it a go, Rocket.
Rocket: Watch a genius at work... (Unlocks door.)
Star-Lord: You are a miracle worker, man.
Rocket: [scoffs] This tech was built by people who make holes in giant floating space rocks. It's almost insulting.
Star-Lord: I have to say... that is an immaculate parking job.
Gamora: Thanos never tolerated imperfection.
Rocket: Never been a problem for Quill.

Monster appears

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, yeah... This is it. Last spot.
(Groot puts thumper on the floor.)
Gamora: Can't wait to be out of here... This place feels like it's about to collapse on itself.
Drax: And I cannot wait to meet our monster.
Star-Lord: I thought you were mostly interested in meeting the buyer.
Drax: She is a respectable collector.
Gamora: Is it working?
Rocket: Yeah yeah. Don't worry, sunshine.
Star-Lord: Hehehe, "sunshin--" (Gamora hits him.) Ow! Is it... doing it?
Rocket: (Covering his ears.) WHAT?
Drax: (Loudly.) It appears to be broken-
Rocket: (Covering his ears.) AIN'T NOTHING BROKE! THAT'S THE SOUND IT'S SUPPOSED TO MAKE!
Gamora: What sound?
Rocket: (Covering his ears.) YOU CAN'T HEAR THAT?
Star-Lord: Hear wh-- (A lightning-fast red glow moves in the dark.) Ah!
[???]: Plaaaaaaah!
Rocket: AH! (Shoots.)
Drax: (Takes knives out.) Our monster has arrived!
Gamora: I see it!
Star-Lord: Good... Ah crap, the door! We... (Groot seals door with vines.) That--hmm. That works. Now let's catch our monster!

Fight

Star-Lord: Man, that thing is fast!
Gamora: Don't let it get behind you. It could be poisonous.
Drax: Lady Hellbender will pay extra if it is poisonous!

Star-Lord: Maybe try calling it like a pet? Here monster. That's a good monster.
Gamora: Stay! Uh... sit!
Drax: Bad creature! Come face your punishment!
Rocket: Come get your monster snacks! Yummy!

Star-Lord: Somebody just grab it!
Rocket: I ain't that fast!
Drax: Vile thing! Stop moving!
Gamora: Trying, Peter. I can barely see it!

Star-Lord: I was expecting something bigger...
Rocket: Size don't mean nothin'!
Drax: Perhaps this is not its final form.
Gamora: It makes up for it in speed.

Gamora: Hala, that thing stinks!
Rocket: My eyes are waterin'!
Drax: It must possess a defensive scent gland.
Star-Lord: What? I don't smell anything.

Gamora: We shoulda brought a net.
Rocket: Remind me to build a net-launcher next time.
Drax: A Katathian hunter needs no net!
Star-Lord: The Guardians perform without a net.

Gamora: Are we even sure this is the right creature?
Rocket: Trust in the tech! It's gotta be.
Star-Lord: It's not like any of the other uglies here. This one's something special.
Drax: I remain skeptical.

Drax: This beast is proving formidable.
Gamora: It's proving annoying.
Rocket: That's good news, right? Means it's worth somethin'.
Star-Lord: I have a good feeling about this one!

Drax: I have missed the thrill of the hunt!
Star-Lord: Good, because we're not leaving without our catch!
Rocket: I think Drax needs a time-out.
Gamora: This is why I only hunt people.

Drax: Abomination, perhaps you speak its language?
Rocket: Ugly? Smelly? It has more in common with you!

Rocket: I think it's playin' with us!
Drax: A game we will win!
Gamora: Could be a trap.
Star-Lord: Not cool!

Rocket: [frustrated] Somebody kneecap that thing!
Gamora: Or hack a leg off.
Drax: We cannot sell it without kneecaps!
Star-Lord: Does it even have kneecaps?

Rocket: I think it's starin' at me!
Gamora: Aw. Rocket found a friend.
Star-Lord: How can you even tell?
Drax: Perhaps you resemble its natural prey.

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Does it look friendly? Looks like a monster to me!

Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: It's okay, buddy. Groot don't like things that move fast.

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I don't think askin' it to slow down is gonna help, Groot.

Star-Lord: (Destroys crate.) That's one less thing to hide behind.
Rocket: Good thinking, Quill.

Star-Lord: (Destroys last crate.) It's got nowhere left to hide!
Rocket: But it can still run! Gotta be some way to slow it down!

Find a way to capture the monster

Star-Lord: (Selects Groot.) Groot, you're up!
Groot: I AM GROOT!
Rocket: [chuckles]
Space Llama: Plaaaaaaah!
Rocket: What the flark is that?
Gamora: Definitely not a monster.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Adorable?! It's more matted than an Asgardian goat!
Drax: We cannot present this pathetic creature to the Monster Queen of Seknark Nine. She will laugh at us!
Star-Lord: Maybe we can use it as bait...?
Groot: [angry grunt]
Gamora: I knew those thumpers wouldn't work.
Rocket: What?! My thumpers are state of the art! Muscle-head's the one who rushed at the first thing that came through the door!
Drax: My head is not made of muscle!
Star-Lord: (Roar in the background.) What the--
(Something destroys the wall of the mining ship.)
Gamora: ARGH!
Rocket: EEEEK!
Star-Lord: --WOOAH. (Creature flies away from the ship.) Uh... you guys seeing what I'm seeing?
Drax: Yes! Now THAT is a monster! (Boss introduction title «Acanti» appears.)
Star-Lord: Alright, enough with the warm-up. Time to catch us a real monster! Let's get paid!
(Groot is holding the llama. Health bars appear, charging up, but the "swarm thing" attacks it.)
Gamora: What in Hala's name is that?
Rocket: Definitely not cleaner bots...
(The Acanti tries to shake it off and hits the mining ship. Debris fall where the Guardians are.)
Gamora: WATCH IT!
Star-Lord: [grunt]
Rocket: Whole place is crapping out! We gotta get out of here! Now!
Drax: CURSE THESE VOLATILE RUINS!
Star-Lord: DRAX, GO! (They flee.)

Escape the Quarantine Zone

(Aboard the Milano.)
Star-Lord: Hold onto your butts, people! Rocket, hit the music!
Rocket: On it!
Gamora: Focus on flying, Peter!
Drax: Someone play this man a song!
Star-Lord: Ha! Now we're talking!
Rocket: Watch the ship!
Star-Lord: I'm watching, I'm watching.
Rocket: You ain't--Drax! What are you doing?
Drax: I am holding my buttocks, as Peter Quill instructed.
(Robot hand fall in the path of the Milano, then explodes as it collides with other debris.)
Star-Lord: Whoa!
Drax: [Grunt]
Rocket: Flark!
Gamora: Watch it!
Groot: I am Groot!
Star-Lord: Someone give me a hand, am I right?
Gamora: How about one upside the head? (Debris crashes in front from below.)
Gamora: Heads up!
Drax: We have debris incoming.
Rocket: Blow it away, Quill!
(Enormous six-pipe vessel with a small gap in the middle appears right in front of them.)
Star-Lord: Time to thread the needle...
Gamora: Don't even think about it.
Star-Lord: Quickest way through is through.
Gamora: Peter!
Drax: Do you fear dying with a guilty conscience, assassin?
(They reach a resin-heavy area.)
Rocket: Don't you get goo on my ship!
Star-Lord: My ship.
Rocket: That's it: let me drive! You're gonna get us killed.
Star-Lord: We're not dead yet.
Gamora: Maybe we are and this is hell.
Drax: Do not be ridiculous. This place lacks the eternal frost of Sarduth.
Rocket: Your hell is frozen?
Drax: Katathians do not like to be cold.
Gamora: Try putting on a shirt.
Star-Lord: See? Piece of--
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Groot says watch out!
Star-Lord: Yeah, thanks for the heads up!
Rocket: You want me to take the controls?
Star-Lord: No! I've got this!
Gamora: Clearly!
Rocket: Watch it! Don't get us killed, Quill. There's still so much stuff I want to steal. (Moving shipwrecks appear.) We ain't gonna make it. Hit the blue button!
Star-Lord: What blue button?!
Rocket: The one for the secret boosters I added!
Star-Lord: Can you please stop adding things while I'm asleep!
Gamora: Punch it, Peter!
Drax: Now is not the time for hand-to-hand combat!
Star-Lord: Woah! Flark yeah! Definitely a fan of the blue button!
Rocket: There's scut on all sides. We ain't gonna make it.
Star-Lord: We'll make it... Maybe...
Gamora: There's the exit!
Star-Lord: See? Home stretch!
Gamora: Or last breath!
Star-Lord: Yeah! And that's what I call a win, people!
Rocket: How's that a win? Our monster just got eaten!
Star-Lord: Whatever you can fly away from--
Rocket: --means you screwed up because you had to fly away from it!
(Milano is disabled mid-flight.)
Star-Lord: Uh, please don't be Nova Corps. Please don't be Nova Corps. Please don't be Nova Corps.
Drax: It is Nova Corps.
(Title appears.)