The following is a verbal transcript of Chapter 5 from Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy.
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Escaped[]
(All seated in the flight-deck.)
Drax: She will hunt us to the end of the universe!
Rocket: Who gives a scut?! We got off that mudball with the money, didn't we?
- Sold Groot
- Sold Rocket
Drax: Only after the talking tree betrayed us.
Groot: I am Groot?
Drax: I do not speak tree... tree.
Rocket: Hey! You got a problem with Groot, you got a problem with me!
Gamora: Money that you forced us into stealing!
Rocket: Yeah, well what about that smash and grab on Citopia? I didn't hear you complaining then!
Drax: Lady Hellbender is not a bank!
Rocket: Yeah, that's right! 'Cause if she was, we'd have way more loot!
Star-Lord: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! One problem at a time!
Drax: Lady Hellbender will seek her revenge. Mark my words.
Star-Lord: Then she'll have to get in line. First, I gotta call Ko-Rel.
Gamora: The sooner we get this fine paid, the better.
Rocket: Yeah, so we can go back to focusing on being broke.
Star-Lord: (To himself.) That's weird...
Drax: Is money all that you think of, rodent?
Rocket: No. I also think about bombs.
Gamora: And booze.
Rocket: [gasps] Bombs made out of booze!
(Nikki appears on the viewscreen.)
Star-Lord: Nikki?!
Nikki: [intercut with static] ...it true? ...you really...
Star-Lord: There's something wrong with the connection.
Rocket: Did you twist the thingy?
Star-Lord: Yeah. No dice. Nikki, is your mom around? I really need to talk to her.
Nikki: [intercut with static] ...she's with me ...inside me. After you left, we went into the Quarantine Zone. I snuck aboard and there was a...
Gamora: Did you try narrowing the band?
Star-Lord: First thing I tried. It's gotta be something else. I'm losing you, Nik. Can you put your mom on?
Nikki: [intercut with static] ...knew you were [garbled audio] ...a miracle.
Drax: I think something has happened to the girl.
Rocket: Yeah, it's called she's Nova Corps.
Star-Lord: Can you fix it?
Rocket: [sighs] Yeah, yeah, keep your star-pants on.
Nikki: [intercut with static] ...was right! He was right!
Rocket: I'll go check the array.
Nikki: ...her back! I can bring... just have to--
Rocket: [screams]
- Llama
Rocket: (Dragging Kammy out of the array room.) [grunts]
Star-Lord: Rocket!
Rocket: Look at what it did! It chewed everything to scut!
Groot: (Picks up Kammy.) [grunts] I am Groot...
Rocket: [grunts]
- Hid the llama
- Hid the crate
- Hid nothing
Star-Lord: Rocket, relax. It's just an array.
Rocket: Just an array?! Look at it, Quill! Where am I gonna get the parts to fix that? It's flarked! I told you it was a mistake to keep that thing. But did you listen to me? Oh no, no, no! We don't listen to Rocket. He just has to fix the frickin' ship.
Gamora: I--I thought Ko-Rel confiscated the larma-thingy?
Star-Lord: "Llama."
Gamora: What did I say?
Rocket: Who gives a flying scut?! The gold domes didn't get rid of it and now the array's flarked!
Gamora: I thought Ko-Rel confiscated everything?
Drax: Clearly not.
Star-Lord: What about your tech, Rocket?
Rocket: Oh, the gold domes took that, alright. But not the stupid llama! And now the flarkin' array's flarked because of it!
Star-Lord: I promise we'll get it fixed. Soon.
Rocket: Just like you promised to get your girlfriend to go easy on us? Yeah, okay.
Star-Lord: Hey! That's not fair.
Rocket: You know what isn't fair, Quill? Being the only one who actually seems to give a scut about the Milano. (...) Look guys, we need to dock to fix the array. Luckily, I know a guy on Knowhere who's got the parts we need. And he can get rid of that Nova tracker cheap.
Drax: We cannot abandon the child. Her behavior was erratic.
Gamora: The llama-thing chewed the wires, Drax. It was probably just a bad connection. And if we remove the tracker, Ko-Rel will make sure the entire Nova Corps fleet is on alert for us.
Star-Lord: Gamora's right. We made a promise. I made a promise. (To Gamora.) See if you can pinpoint where Ko-Rel is. (To Rocket.) We pay the fine.
Rocket: Quill, you frickin' kidding me?
Star-Lord: That way we don't have to keep looking over our shoulders for Nova on the next job.
Rocket: If there is a next job. [sigh]
Pilot the Milano to the Nova Corps station[]
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Sounds like Groot's got that toothy bastard under control. Better not come back here and try to finish chewing through my ship! Or else.
- Fridge 1
Drax: [low grunt] Must be the assassin.
Gamora: What did I do again?
Drax: The refrigerator door was left open.
Rocket: Yeah, Gamora!
Drax: Or was it the abomination?
Gamora: Yeah, Rocket!
- Fridge 2
Star-Lord: (Closes fridge.) Rocket, any chance you can check out this fridge while you're at it?
Rocket: I ain't got time to refill it. I got other priorities right now!
- Jukebox
Drax: Ah! A fitting musical accompaniment for the situation.
(Idle banter.)
- Fridge door
Drax: Rodent, will you have time to repair the broken refrigerator door?
Rocket: What? Like, now?
Drax: In the near future.
Rocket: I got a whole comms array to fix!
(If Rocket's crate of tech was hidden.)
Rocket: And then I'm getting started on some weapons upgrades for the ship. I ain't got time for no fridge door!
- Clients
Drax: You are right to be worried about the broken communications array, rodent. A potential client might contact us and find our messaging system unavailable.
Gamora: Our inbox's been dry for cycles, Drax.
Drax: Perhaps because some of us shirk our duty to distribute cards of business.
Groot: [offended] I am Groot!
Rocket: Yeah, Groot does enough distributing for all of us.
- Skills 1
Drax: I wonder what the future has in store for us.
Gamora: More fighting.
Drax: Perhaps next time, we should get a contract with no fighting involved.
Rocket: What would you be good for, then?
Drax: Dispatching enemies is not my only skill.
- Skills 2
Rocket: Okay, then. Drax, name three skills you have besides fighting.
- Didn't throw Rocket
- Threw Rocket
Drax: I am a great cook.
Gamora: Nope. Don't believe it.
Drax: You have never tasted my cooking.
Gamora: I don't need to. I prefer to eat the hearts of my enemies raw and bloody.
Rocket: Now I'm hungry.
Gamora: He was pretty good at Rocket-throwing.
Groot: [laughing]
Rocket: It's not funny! I swear if anybody else tries to throw me, I'll throw them off a cliff!
- Knowhere
Rocket: We could be halfway to Knowhere by now. And only a few rotations away from getting that flarking Nova tracker off.
Gamora: Bitter much?
Rocket: Yeah! I am!
Drax: Going to Knowhere without paying our fine would bring more trouble in the long run.
Rocket: That's what Nova Corps wants you to think.
(If Peter changed his mind on selling Rocket.)
Rocket: Maybe Quill will have a change of heart when he sees the Nova station. Only took him one glance at Lady H's fortress to turn around on selling me.
- Seknarf 1
Rocket: What's up, muscles? Pissed about the array, too?
Drax: I am pondering our latest mission.
Rocket: I get you. Finally get a win, but no! Gotta give our cash to Nova Corps.
Drax: I do not consider Seknarf Nine a successful heroic venture.
Rocket: It's successful 'cause we got the units, not 'cause it was heroic.
Gamora: Didn't you say the same thing after Citopia?
Rocket: That one was a bit higher on the heroism scale.
Drax: Bank robberies are not heroic.
Rocket: Uh, yeah, they are. Banks are evil!
- Seknarf 2
Rocket: No matter what you say, Drax, I still think Seknarf was reasonably successful.
- Sold Groot
- Sold Rocket
Drax: It was not. We were found out, and had to run away like cowards.
Rocket: What? Were you gonna fight a whole fortress?
Gamora: Wouldn't put it past him.
Drax: With the correct strategy, no battle is unwinnable.
Gamora: Would've been more successful if you actually followed the plan.
Rocket: Shooting up the place might have been crap, but it was still better than trying to bargain with a lady named after the bad kind of afterlife.
Drax: I could have convinced Lady Hellbender to purchase you.
Rocket: Somehow that sounds even more unlikely than us escaping a deadly fortress on hoverbikes, chased by a queen in leotard riding a toothy war-beast.
- Natural habitat
Drax: Tell me, rodent. Would you have harmed the llama creature if the tree had not removed it?
Rocket: You think? That thing's got it coming.
Drax: I would prefer if you refrained. I would prefer not to have to remove your arm.
Rocket: What the--Why do you care about that llarma now?
Drax: We have removed it from its natural habitat. We must now tend to its needs.
Rocket: Yeah, as if!
- Llama diet 1
Rocket: Hey Groot, is the chew-devil trying to chew on anything down there?
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Good, keep it that way. Starting to think maybe it's just what it eats, you know?
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Yeah, the QZ would have been an open buffet for something that eats wires.
- Llama diet 2
Drax: You truly believe the llama creature consumes wiring as its diet?
Rocket: I don't know, maybe?
Gamora: Wouldn't be the strangest thing I've heard.
Drax: There are numerous Katathian legends about metal-eating beasts, although they usually prefer to consume a warrior's blade, and usually right before an important battle.
Rocket: Convenient.
- Approach Rocket
Rocket:
(Approach 1.) Get out of my tail, Quill. I'm busy.
(Approach 2.) You want that array fixed? Then gimme some space.
(Approach 3.) Can't believe we're actually gonna pay the bucket heads...
(Approach 4.) Should've known you'd kick us down the road for booty.
(Approach 5.) I got work to do.
(Approach 6.) Trying to concentrate, here.
(Approach 7.) Lil' busy.
- Talk to Rocket
Rocket: Make it fast, Quill. I still got that array to repair.
- Check in on him
- Use workbench
Star-Lord: Can we talk for a second?
(If Peter checked in on Rocket in Chapter 3.)
Rocket: [sigh] Yeah, sure. Let's talk. What you said, before Seknarf, about me giving a lot to the team and you making it up to me. You mean it?
Star-Lord: Every word.
Rocket: Then how come, when I tell you how to get out of this easy, you ditch my advice and you roll over for Nova Corps?
(If Peter did not check in on Rocket in Chapter 3.)
Star-Lord: Are we okay?
Rocket: Oh, tip-top, Captain.
Star-Lord: So that's a no.
Rocket: Why do you care? I'm just here to fix things, right? Who cares what I think.
Star-Lord: Rocket, please. Just because I don't always take your advice doesn't mean I don't listen to you. We're a team. Everybody's got an opinion.
Rocket: So you'd rather listen to Gamora.
Star-Lord: Gamora? Gamora knows her stuff, man. She's the navigator. She navigates stars and planets, and uh... comets.
Rocket: She navigates comets.
Star-Lord: Sometimes. And Groot is our uh... special vegetation... specialist. His opinion's valid too.
Rocket: And Drax? What makes him so great?
Star-Lord: He's, uh, tactical. Tactics. The man is such a tactician.
(If Groot was sold.)
Rocket: And then there's me, the grumpy flarkhole who does ship repairs.
(If Rocket was sold.)
Rocket: And then there's me, the guy who gets mad and starts shooting up the place instead of following the plan.
Star-Lord: Come on! You're a valued member of this team. We started this together! Now we need to make something profitable of it. Something lasting. We could go to Knowhere like you suggested, but if we don't pay that fine, Nova Corps will come for us. How do we make money then?
Rocket: Maybe paying our fine makes some sense.
Star-Lord: Exactly. So let's just get it over with and move on. Right?
Rocket: We'll see. There. Happy now? We done?
Star-Lord: Let's do this quick then.
(After using workbench.)
Rocket: There. Happy now? We done?
(Choosing "Brush it off".)
Star-Lord: Yeah, I'm all good.
- Talk to Drax
Star-Lord: Uh... Penny for your thoughts?
Drax: What is a penny?
Star-Lord: It's money, like units. The saying means I'd pay to know what you're thinking.
Drax: We must use our currency to pay the Nova Corps fine, or we risk--
Star-Lord: Drax. Just tell me what's up.
Drax: I am realizing that I do not know as much as I thought I did. Our visit to Seknarf Nine was... not what I expected.
Star-Lord: Because Lady Hellbender isn't a giant?
Drax: She is definitely not. But that is only part of it, Peter Quill. On our way to her fortress, I realized that many of my assumptions about this team have been incorrect, as well.
Star-Lord: Really?
Drax: The assassin. And the rodent... Without them and the tree fighting nobly beside us, we would not be alive right now.
Star-Lord: I told you, they're not bad people just because they have a bad past. Life is... complicated, Drax. Things are never simple.
Drax: On Katath, it was. I had a family that I cherished, and a certainty about life that I no longer possess.
Star-Lord: I'm sure you'll find it again, just give it some time.
- Approach bathroom
Rocket:
(Approach 1.) [humming a tune]
(Approach 2.) Oh, come on! Come off, you gabnabbing... [indecipherable mumbles]
(Approach 3.) Just a little more.
(Approach 4.) Flarking... argh!
(Approach 5.) Ah, nice...
(Approach 6.) Now that's looking better!
(Approach 7.) Little more should do it.
- Talk to Rocket
Star-Lord: (Interact with bathroom door.) Anyone in there? Rocket?
Rocket: (Holding Peter's toothbrush in one hand, and spanner in the other.) What? Can't you see I'm busy?
Star-Lord: Is that my toothbrush?
Rocket: It fits in the small cracks.
Star-Lord: [groan] Rocket, please!
Rocket: (Door closes.) Hold it in for a tick, I'm almost done!
- Approach cargo bay
Groot: I am Groot!
Star-Lord: Woah, nice! You made a cute little pen!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, it better stay out of my fur!
Groot: [satisfied grunt]
- Talk to Kammy 1
Star-Lord: (Baby talks.) You didn't mean to chew up the comms, did you?
Space Llama: [cute llama sounds]
- Talk to Kammy 2
Star-Lord: Looks sturdy enough. You sure it'll be okay in there?
Groot: I am Groot!
- Plant
Star-Lord: Nice! Is that one from Seknarf Nine? I bet it loves water.
- Secret compartment
(If the llama was hidden.)
Star-Lord: [sigh] Bet our comms array wouldn't be all chewed up if we'd kept the llama in here...
- Enter cockpit
Star-Lord: Gamora, did you find--
Gamora: (Checking images on the viewscreen.) [startled gasp] (Turns it off.)
Star-Lord: Are those... dolls?
Gamora: Yes! No! Doesn't matter. The Hala's Hope is in the Tayo system. Coordinates are in your console.
- Idle Gamora 1
Gamora:
(Idle 1.) So you surprised me. Once. Don't get used to it.
(Idle 2.) If you're waiting for me to reopen that page, I won't.
(Idle 3.) In the future, I'll try to avoid using the viewscreen for personal matters.
(Idle 4.) How are Rocket's repairs going? We're gonna need that comm array fixed at some point.
(Idle 5.) Hope that llama-thing is gonna stay away from wires now.
(Idle 6.) Let's settle our fine and get on to the next mission.
(Idle 7.) Can't wait to get some me time.
- Talk to Gamora
Star-Lord: So... why d'you close the viewscreen?
Gamora: None of your business.
Star-Lord: Isn't it, though? Sounds like you're trying to hide something from us.
Gamora: Yes. I am.
- Pry into her interests
- Back off
Star-Lord: Hate to disappoint, but I saw everything. Didn't really peg you as a doll collector. And yes, I value my life.
Gamora: Peter, I'm not gonna kill you for asking about my collection.
Star-Lord: That's good, because last time...
Gamora: So what if I collect them? A lot of people have hobbies. Groot collects... plants? Rocket's obsessed with bombs.
Star-Lord: Yeah, yeah, and Drax has a lot of... really scary-looking knives.
Gamora: See, nothing out of the ordinary.
Star-Lord: I guess... You know, as a kid, I collected stuff, too. Baseball cards, action figures--
Gamora: You think collections are childish.
Star-Lord: No! No, no, erm... It's not what I meant.
Gamora: [laughs] I'm messing with you, Peter. I don't care what you think, I'd just rather keep my hobbies to myself.
Star-Lord: Okay... when you put it that way. So, you said Ko-Rel's in the Tayo system? Any idea what's out there?
Gamora: It looks like her ship is docked at a Nova Corps station called The Rock.
Star-Lord: [chuckle] Wow, do they have another one named The Jazz?
Gamora: I don't think so... Thankfully, the docking procedure is automated at the station. No need to wait for Rocket to fix the comms.
- Idle Gamora 2
Gamora:
(Idle 1.) Time's ticking away, Peter.
(Idle 2.) Ko-Rel is probably monitoring this ship, waiting to see if we make the "right" choice.
(Idle 3.) You made the right call.
(Idle 4.) Rocket's idea wasn't necessarily bad, but we need to pay off Nova Corps to avoid hassles later.
(Idle 5.) Your ex-girlfriend's waiting.
(Idle 6.) Whenever you're ready.
(Idle 7.) Need to get a drink after this.
- Leave cockpit
Gamora: Weren't we going to pay that fine?
Rocket: Oh! Looks like someone changed their mind.
Star-Lord: We're paying that fine, Rocket. Whether you like it or not.
(Can be triggered in following chapters.)
- Chitauri Sear-Cuffs 1
Gamora: (Peter picks up Chitauri Sear-Cuffs.) Are those Chitauri handcuffs?
Star-Lord: (Puts it away.) What? Oh. Uh. Yeah.
Gamora: Strange thing to collect... and I collect some pretty weird stuff.
Star-Lord: Oh. Heh. It's not like that... I found them in the Quarantine Zone and I just... kept them.
Gamora: Why?
Star-Lord: Pfff. Dunno. As a reminder? Of who I used to be? How I got here? It's... stupid.
Gamora: Not... necessarily. Wanna talk about it?
- Deadbeat dad
- Chitauri prisoner
- End conversation
Star-Lord: I don't know if you know this, but my dad is kinda the King of Spartax.
Gamora: I know.
Star-Lord: You do? I mean, you do. Of course you do. You're you.
Gamora: Yeah. And it's not exactly a secret. It's what I would've done. Kidnap the progeny of a powerful leader to control them. I mean, Hala knows how long they kept you, except that it was for the express purpose of keeping the Spartoi Empire from joining the Resistance.
Star-Lord: Four years.
Gamora: What?
Star-Lord: Four years. That's how long they had me. Four Earth years. And a few days.
Gamora: I'm sorry.
Star-Lord: Don't be. For a long time, I thought my dad would come get me. Raise an army. Send in spies to break me out. Something. But he didn't. Guess it wasn't "politically advantageous."
Gamora: Fathers suck sometimes. Trust me.
Star-Lord: At least your dad wanted you. Even after the War, mine wouldn't see me.
Gamora: One, want is a nice way of saying kidnapped. Make no mistake, Peter, you're not the only one who was stolen from their home. And two, you went to Spartax?
Star-Lord: Even had a speech worked out and everything. "Hey dad, it's me, your son you left to rot in a Chitauri prison." It was that or punch him. I was undecided -- still am. Getting into the White House would have been easier.
Gamora: White... house...?
Star-Lord: Basically, my dad loves bureaucratic bull crap. I thought being his only son would be enough to get me an audience. Turns out I needed an appointment.
Gamora: The Spartoi Empire was in political shambles after the Galactic War...
Star-Lord: He was too busy to see his kid? Yeah, I got the message, loud and clear... I lost everything I ever loved because of him. And he wouldn't even look me in the eye.
Gamora: I'm so sorry, Peter.
Star-Lord: Don't be. I just... Really want to punch him...
Star-Lord: Ever been to Chitauri Prime?
Gamora: More times than I care to admit.
Star-Lord: Then you know what it's like. How they're like. The scritching, scratching, hissing, reptilian-stuff-of-nightmares.
Gamora: Oh yeah. Hard to forget.
Star-Lord: I've seen some pretty messed up movies, but nothing came close to what it was like living on Chitauri Prime. I was just a kid. I didn't even know aliens were real until they showed up in my backyard. And now...
Gamora: And now you're surrounded by aliens.
Star-Lord: There aren't a lot of humans out here. Sure, there's a few of us kicking around--
Gamora: Richard Rider.
Star-Lord: Right. That guy. Might as well be an alien... Point is, I'm pretty much alone. All because the Chitauri saw me as a "valuable" asset.
Gamora: Not just the Chitauri. Thanos.
Star-Lord: Of course your dad was pulling the strings... I think I'd almost rather Thanos over those... lizards.
Gamora: I can promise you that Thanos would not have been the better option.
Star-Lord: Maybe. I mean... Do you know what the Chitauri do to their prisoners? The "unvaluable" ones? They throw them into an arena and make them fight monsters. They take bets. Sabotage favored prisoners by breaking a leg or an arm. All of it for their messed up, insect entertainment.
Gamora: You survived, Peter. Men stronger than Drax have been slaughtered in those arenas. You lived.
Star-Lord: Yeah. I survived alright. As a bargaining chip.
Gamora: Would you have preferred death?
Star-Lord: I... I don't know. Back then... Maybe? Now? Not so much.
Gamora: Then be glad you made it out at all. Hala knows I'm glad you did.
Star-Lord: If it's okay with you, I-- I just need some space.
Gamora: Yeah. Sure. I'm here if you need me.
Star-Lord: Thanks.
(After listening to one dialogue option.)
Star-Lord: Mind if we come back to this later?
Gamora: Yeah. No problem.
Star-Lord: Anyway. It doesn't matter now.
Gamora: Yeah... I guess.
- End conversation cont.
Gamora: Wow... I guess those cuffs really... bug you.
Star-Lord: Holy crap! Gamora! You gotta stop sneaking up on me like that! You need a bell or something.
Gamora: So, the cuffs and why you kept them... Still wanna talk about it?
- Chitauri Sear-Cuffs 2
Star-Lord:
(Picks up 1.) Thanks for nothing, dad.
(Picks up 2.) Gamora's right. At least I lived...
(Picks up 3.) Ugh. I can still hear them hissing.
- Assassin's Ring 1
Gamora: (Peter picks up Assassin's Ring.) Can I help you?
Star-Lord: Hehey- Heyyyy, Gamora! I was just admiring this super cool assassin ring I got for my favorite super cool assassin. As a token of my... you know...
Gamora: Token of what?
Star-Lord: Of my everlasting commitment to not being murdered by you...?
Gamora: It's gonna take more than a ring.
Star-Lord: [laughs awkwardly]
Gamora: It is really nice, though. How'd you know what kind of ring it is?
Star-Lord: Oh, let's just say you're not the first assassin to cross my path... Though I guess I should be glad no one ever sent the "Deadliest Woman in the Galaxy" after me.
Gamora: You know, that name is actually a misnomer. Everyone thinks I got it doing Thanos' dirty work. Before, you know, I betrayed him. In truth, I got it after I joined the Resistance. On a mission where nobody died.
- The Resistance mission
- Betraying Thanos
- End conversation
Star-Lord: You have to tell me about this Resistance mission. Especially if no one died.
Gamora: I don't think it's a story you're gonna like.
Star-Lord: Why not?
Gamora: Because it doesn't make Ko-Rel look very good.
Star-Lord: Okay...
Gamora: The thing you have to understand is that it was at the end of the war. The Resistance was losing. Bad. The Chitauri knew it. Thanos knew it. We all knew it. But then... Thanos died. At first, people thought it was a false report. Misinformation spread to lure the Resistance out into the open. But when it became clear that it might be true...? Ko-Rel saw an opportunity. An "all or nothing" mission that could win the war once and for all.
Star-Lord: The final attack on Chitauri Prime. You're talking about the Resistance stealth mission that kidnapped their infant queen.
Gamora: Except kidnapping the Queen wasn't part of Ko-Rel's original plan. The only reason she had me tag along was so that I would kill the Queen.
Star-Lord: What? There's no way.
Gamora: Is it so hard to believe? She was grieving. You know that. The Chitauri had killed her husband, her little boy. She wanted revenge and I was her chance to finally get it.
Star-Lord: Ko-Rel would never put out a hit on a-a baby! She would never kill a kid...
Gamora: Believe what you want. But she's not who she was back then, none of us are. Something changed. Maybe it was having Nikki. Either way, I refused and we won the war without killing anyone else. And for reasons I don't fully understand, I became known as the "Deadliest Woman in the Galaxy" afterward...
Star-Lord: What did cause you to betray Thanos? I mean, he adopted you when you were like--
Gamora: Five. He basically raised us. Taught us everything we know.
Star-Lord: So... what finally did it? What snapped you out of it?
Gamora: I... found the Resistance.
Star-Lord: What?
Gamora: Thanos was obsessed. He had me and Nebula combing the galaxy for their location for cycles. Each of us determined to be the first to find them and report back. So when I found them first... I was so excited to tell him. I got home... and I found him talking to an empty room. To someone called "Lady Death."
Star-Lord: That's not ominous...
Gamora: I truly thought he loved us. In his own, twisted way. But... Thanos didn't want to "restore balance" to the galaxy. He was just in love with death. Literally in love. And he would kill all of us -- including me, including Nebula -- to prove it.
Star-Lord: But you couldn't let him.
Gamora: No. So instead of telling him where to find the Resistance, I joined them.
Star-Lord: I definitely want to come back to this. But...
Gamora: Go. I'll be around.
(After listening to one dialogue option.)
Star-Lord: Actually, I changed my mind. Can we put a pin in this?
Gamora: Sure thing.
Star-Lord: I... kind of don't know what to say.
Gamora: There's nothing to say. After the Galactic War ended, I moved on. And now I'm here, doing all this fun stuff with you guys.
Star-Lord: And I wouldn't have it any other way. But seriously. Thank you for sharing that with me.
Gamora: Sure.
- End conversation cont.
Gamora: Why do I feel like one of these times I'm gonna catch you wearing it?
Star-Lord: Would that be weird?
Gamora: You tell me.
Star-Lord: So... about the whole "Deadliest Woman in the Galaxy" thing...
Gamora: [sigh] What do you wanna know?
- Assassin's Ring 2
Star-Lord:
(Picks up 1.) "Deadliest Woman in the Galaxy," a misnomer. An accurate misnomer.
(Picks up 2.) I'm glad you stopped Ko-Rel from killing the Chitauri Queen. I'm sure she was, too.
(Picks up 3.) You didn't deserve to be lied to by Thanos.
- The Rock
Star-Lord: (Sits on chair.) Okay, Ko-Rel, get ready to be impressed.
(The Milano arrives at The Rock.)
Rocket: Looks like your girlfriend held up her end of the bargain, Quill.
Star-Lord: Do we know for sure it's her?
Gamora: Checking... Same designation as before. It's definitely Hala's Hope.
(Upon entering the hangar bay, clamps from above attach to the ship.)
Rocket: Whoa! What're they doing to my ship?!
Star-Lord: Relax. Standard Nova Corps procedure. My ship's fine.
Gamora: Which part?
Rocket: Ask Quill, he's the one who keeps crashing it.
(The Milano is docked on a ramp. Everyone leaves their seats.)
Star-Lord: Alright. Let's pay that fine.
Exit the Milano[]
- Toothbrush
Star-Lord: (Groans.) Why are you so gross, Rocket?
(Idle banter.)
- Restroom
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Hmm, good question. Hey Gamora, you've been in a Nova Corps station. They got public restrooms?
Gamora: We have a toilet right here, Groot.
Drax: Our bathroom is quite cramped for a being of his stature.
Gamora: He can bend.
- Contract
Gamora: So. After we get out of here--
Rocket: You mean if we get out of here.
Gamora: I know someone who could set us up with a relatively lucrative contract.
Drax: I will not assassinate anyone.
Rocket: Yeah, I ain't sneaking around no rich flarker's mansion to poison his dinner or something.
Gamora: I was going to explain how we could land a cattle herding contract with our llama experience.
Rocket: Absolutely not!
- Water
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Good question! Hey Gamora. Does Nova Corps have vending machines?
Gamora: They didn't back in the war.
Rocket: Groot likes Baltian spring water. The one that comes in the little pink pyramid.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: He says it's the best.
- Warrants 1
Rocket: What're the odds they arrest us as soon as we step outside?
Gamora: Depends. How many outstanding warrants do you have?
Rocket: A couple.
Drax: My record is clean.
Space Llama: [impressed llama sounds]
Rocket: We should jettison that thing.
- Warrants 2
Rocket: Part of me hopes they'll at least try to arrest us once we pay that fine.
Drax: Why?
Rocket: Never escaped from a station before.
Gamora: I thought Peter's deal covered our warrants... or at least I hope it does.
Rocket: You got a file too, green gal?
Gamora: Assassination isn't a legal line of business, last I checked. Of course, they'd have to prove I did it.
- Leftover cash
Rocket: So, what should we do with the leftover money after we pay off the cops? I say we get a landing assist program.
Gamora: There won't be much left, but we should use it to get intel on our next contract.
Drax: We should use it to acquire food.
Rocket: Yeah, Drax wins.
Gamora: Yes.
Groot: [grunt of agreement]
Gamora: Anything but Yaro root.
- Future endeavors 1
Drax: If we are looking for a future endeavor, I still wish to battle the great Fin Fang Foom.
Gamora: Still?
Rocket: And sell him to who? Lady Hellbender wants to skin us.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Of course I'd make a great coat, but I'd rather keep my fur on my back.
- Future endeavors 2
Rocket: What do you think, bud? What should we do next?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: You don't want to do another cargo run, you just wanna go visit your slug girl on Honchi.
Groot: [cute grunt of approval]
Gamora: You wouldn't suggest it if you had been on the ship. I've never been so bored in my life.
Drax: I volunteer to remain on the planet with the tree this time. Someone should chaperon him and the slug princess.
- Future endeavors 3
Gamora: What about you, Rocket? You're dying to tell us what you've got planned. Admit it.
Rocket: No... Alright, I got a lead on a potential contract, but I can't say nothing yet.
Drax: Yet you have just said something.
- Hairstyle
Rocket: Hey, wanna take bets on if Quill's gonna get back with Cop Lady?
Gamora: Knowing Ko-Rel, that would be surprising.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot! Really? Quill's got lots going for him like... [snort] the hair!
Drax: You are being facetious. You have been quite vocal about your dislike for Peter Quill's hairstyle.
- Talk to Groot 1
Star-Lord: Ready to pay our fine?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Even Groot can see you're here for some blueberry pie.
- Talk to Groot 2
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: It ain't a station shaped like a rock, it's a rock shaped like a station.
- Talk to Gamora 1
Star-Lord: You ever been to The Rock before?
Gamora: Yeah. Looks like every other Nova Corps station.
- Talk to Gamora 2
Star-Lord: Any chance you know how to get around this place?
Gamora: You don't get around. You're either brought in or you stick to the reception desk.
- Talk to Drax 1
Drax: This reminds me of when I surrendered to the authorities.
Star-Lord: What was it like?
Drax: Liberating.
- Talk to Drax 2
Star-Lord: Something tells me we'll be outta here faster than your prison sentence.
Drax: Depends if you still plan on mating with Centurion Ko-Rel.
- Talk to Rocket 1
Rocket: I know there's some reason we're doing this... but I still wanna go on record that I don't want to be here. And that being here is a mistake.
- Talk to Rocket 2
Star-Lord: Wanna bet on who can flip off the most officers before they catch us?
Rocket: Not in the mood.
Star-Lord: Okay... I thought you'd like that.
- Talk to Kammy
Star-Lord: Rocket will come around. Just... try not to eat anything else, okay?
Space Llama: [apprehensive llama sounds]
- Secret compartment
(If Rocket's crate of tech was hidden.)
Star-Lord: Did Rocket move his crate?
Rocket: Yeah, I did. I got a plan for those gun parts. You're gonna love it!
- Exit the Milano
Star-Lord: Okay, here we go.
Rocket: If they so much as scratched her paint, we get Nova Corps to reduce our fine!
Gamora: Good luck with that.
Rocket: It's gross negligee.
Drax: Negligence.
Rocket: That's what I said.
Find Ko-Rel to pay your fine[]
Star-Lord: Where is... everybody?
Gamora: Most Nova stations are heavily automated. All synchronized by the Worldmind.
Drax: It is unsettling.
Rocket: Not like they had much choice after the war. Too many seats, not enough butts.
Gamora: Seems more efficient this way anyway.
Rocket: Sure, till the Worldmind sneezes and suddenly you got no life support.
Drax: That is a precarious system.
Gamora: It doesn't work that way. He's exaggerating.
Rocket: Am I? I heard a bunch of Gold Domes on Egros starved because some ones and zeroes made Worldmind hard-lock the facility.
Gamora: There's no Nova Corps facility on Egros.
Rocket: Not anymore.
- Milano moved
P.A.: M-Ship. Designation Milano. Moved to holding space R73-4PL.
Rocket: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Get back here with my ship!
P.A.: Present validated ticket to kiosk prior to departure.
Rocket: What ticket?! How the flark are we supposed to get off this rock?
Gamora: They're just moving it, to keep the hangar clear.
- Reassure Rocket
- Focus on fine
- (...)
Star-Lord: Relax, Rocket. It's standard procedure.
Rocket: [sigh] You keep saying that.
Star-Lord: This isn't exactly my first Nova Corps fine. Yours either.
Rocket: First time I'm paying one.
Star-Lord: Let's just focus on the fine. They need to remove that tracker thing anyway.
Rocket: If there's one scratch on--
Star-Lord: If there's any scratches, I'll buff them out myself.
Rocket: Pfft. That I gotta see.
Rocket: What do you know about it?
Gamora: I spent a good chunk of time flying with Nova Corps, remember?
Rocket: I try to forget.
Drax: It is an improvement over her previous company.
Rocket: Yeah, well, at least you ended up with us in the end.
Rocket: Flarkin' knew I should have stayed on board.
- Idle Rocket
Rocket:
(Idle 1.) They better not touch her.
(Idle 2.) D'ast clamps probably can't even hold her...
(Idle 3.) Krutacking gold domes... [indecipherable grumbling]
- Talk to Rocket
Star-Lord: Come on, I won't let anything happen to my ship.
Rocket: My ship. And you just did.
Star-Lord: I mean anything bad. Trust me.
Rocket: That's what you said about your cop girlfriend.
- Ignore Rocket
Gamora: Coming, Rocket?
Rocket: Yeah, yeah...
- Look at Hala's Hope
Star-Lord: As good as my word, Ko-Rel.
Gamora: You know she can't hear you.
Star-Lord: What? Yes. I know.
Gamora: You two have some history, hey?
Star-Lord: Yeah, we did--do. History, I mean.
Gamora: Ko-Rel's... good people. She saved me from a Chitauri Bloodletter. Of course, this was after she tried to get me thrown out an airlock.
Star-Lord: Yeah, that sounds like Ko-Rel...
Rocket: [laugh] Hey, listen to Captain Lovesick. Hoping your girlfriend would be all excited to see you?
- Deflect
- Admit
- (...)
Star-Lord: What? N-No... I just thought there'd be more people.
Drax: Are we certain Peter Quill's former lover is not aboard her vessel?
Star-Lord: What? Of course we are.
Star-Lord: Yeah! Uh--I mean... I just figured she'd be surprised we actually showed up.
Rocket: I'm surprised we actually showed up.
Gamora: That Nova tracker didn't give us a whole lot of choice.
Rocket: There's always a choice. I told you, my guy on Knowhere could pop that thing no problem.
Gamora: And what happens when a Nova ship scans us and discovers an outstanding levy?
Rocket: So, we don't get caught!
Gamora: 'Cause that worked out so well in the Quarantine Zone...
(Idle banter.)
- Empty
Gamora: You know, it does seem kind of extra empty around here...
Rocket: Good. The fewer cops we gotta talk to, the better.
Drax: Your suspicion of law enforcement is itself suspicious.
Rocket: Forgive me if I don't like taking orders from a giant space computer.
- Patrol
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: How should I know? Ask the former Nova cop.
Gamora: Ask me what? And I wasn't actually part of Nova Corps.
Rocket: Groot wants to know how come there's no patrol ships.
Gamora: The Rock isn't really that kind of station, but yeah, there should still be a few.
- Rock
Rocket: What kind of name is "The Rock" anyway?
Drax: It is factually accurate.
Gamora: Would you believe the name's got nothing to do with it being on a giant rock?
Drax: I would not.
Rocket: So why is it called that?
Gamora: No idea. That's just what I heard.
- Park
Rocket: What gives them the right to just take my ship?
Gamora: They're just parking it. You'll get it back.
Rocket: What if I parked your sword?
Gamora: Then I'd park your arm off.
Drax: You are both misusing the word "park".
- Reception
Gamora: Okay, it's not supposed to be this empty.
Star-Lord: Is it a holiday?
Rocket: Space cops don't take holidays.
Star-Lord: Hello?
Groot: I am Groot?
Star-Lord: We're here to pay a fine? Looking for Centurion Ko-Rel?
Gamora: Door's locked.
Rocket: Welp, we tried! Come on, let's go!
Star-Lord: We're not leaving. We'll go to them if we have to. Look! The door controls are on the other side, if we can get you there.
Rocket: So what, now I'm supposed to hack Nova Corps security?
Star-Lord: I mean, if you don't think you can...
Rocket: Cheap shot, Quill.
Drax: We are discussing breaking into a Nova Corps facility.
Rocket: It ain't "breaking in" if no one's here.
Drax: That is precisely when one would break in.
Break into the base[]
- Talk to Gamora
Gamora: Odd...
Star-Lord: What is? I mean, besides all of this.
Gamora: There's nothing. Not even a welcome screen.
Star-Lord: It is on, right?
Gamora: They're always on. Constant connection to the Worldmind, that's the point. This one's been severed.
Star-Lord: Huh.
- Talk to Drax
Star-Lord: Thirsty, big guy?
Drax: This machine appears to be inoperable.
Star-Lord: Maybe they're just all out of your flavor.
- Talk to Rocket & Groot
Star-Lord: Any chance they're all just on break?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot says the kiosk still says open. I say it ain't our problem.
- Door
Star-Lord: Yep, it's locked.
Gamora: Thanks for checking my work.
- Ticket dispenser
Star-Lord: There!
Gamora: According to the monitor, there's nine people ahead of us, but no one is here.
Drax: [displeased grunt]
- Shoot
Rocket: Hey! Watch the ricochet!
Drax: Now we have added vandalism to our list of offenses.
Star-Lord: Looks intact to me. Unfortunately.
- Delay 1
Gamora: I don't like this. We really do need to get that door open.
Rocket: Hey, I can crack it, but the panel's over there and we're stuck here.
Gamora: Have you checked the other rooms, Peter?
- Delay 2
Drax: Perhaps we simply need to wait our turn.
Gamora: Highly doubt it.
- Delay 3
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Shut your mouth! We're supposed to be leaving.
Gamora: What?
Rocket: [sigh] Groot says there's an air duct in the room with the controls. If there's one on this side, I may be able to get through.
(Idle banter.)
- Security
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, Nova's tech ain't that fancy. Don't expect me to hijack the Worldmind or anything, but I can handle some low-level security.
- Breaking in
Drax: We are meant to be clearing our fine, not adding to it.
Star-Lord: We're not "breaking-in" breaking-in. We're concerned citizens.
Gamora: We're not citizens of Xandar, or members of Nova Corps.
Star-Lord: Well, whatever. We've got to deal with that tracker, so we can get back to Guardianing the Galaxy.
- Test
Drax: Perhaps this is a test to see if we will respect the bureaucratic process.
Rocket: Well, news flash, I don't. And if they want their money, they better hurry up and come and take it. You Gold Domes hear me?! I got much better things to do with these units than forking them over to you!
- Inconvenience
Rocket: Ain't this the way. Never a space cop when you need one.
Gamora: I'd settle for a desk clerk.
Rocket: I'd settle for us leaving a note and getting the flark off this rock.
- Lending units
Gamora: Hey Drax, get me a can of Powerstar, would you?
Drax: The machine is inoperable. And I am not in the habit of lending units.
Gamora: I never said I'd pay you back.
- Scan access point
Star-Lord: Alright, there's an air duct in here. Could be a way in, Rocket.
Rocket: Could, sure. Or maybe it drops down into the hangar.
- Access point 1
Star-Lord: Think you can squeeze through this vent?
Rocket: If you can get it open. I ain't that flexible.
- Shoot cover panel
Star-Lord: There! One open air duct.
Drax: Now we have damaged Nova Corps property.
Star-Lord: Just a little.
- Access point 2
Star-Lord: Alright Rocket, see if this vent leads into that other room. And be careful.
Rocket: You know, I still don't love this whole "pay our fine" plan, but I gotta say, messing with some Nova Corps tech ain't a bad consolation prize.
- Network interface
Rocket: Huh. There's something screwy with the power grid. It's like they're on backup only.
- Sold Groot
- Sold Rocket
Rocket: I'm patching you through. You know the drill. Tell me which circuits to switch. We can only reroute power to so many things at once.
Star-Lord: On it.
Rocket: I'm syncing the schematic to your visor.
Star-Lord: Whoa! You could do this the whole time?
Rocket: Follow the circuits and let me know which junctions to switch. We'll have to pick and choose where we reroute power.
- Delay
Rocket:
(Delay 1.) Uhh, Quill? You still there?
(Delay 2.) Where next?
(Delay 3.) Let's go Quill. I'm bored!
(Delay 4.) Let's goooooo!
(Delay 5.) Yo, Quill! Anytime now!
(Delay 6.) What's going on out there?
(Delay 7.) Guys?
- Switch junction
Rocket:
(Switch 1.) Pfffft. Watch and learn.
(Switch 2.) Flarkin' right I can.
(Switch 3.) We'll find out.
(Switch 4.) Prepare to be amazed.
- Power door
Star-Lord: That's a door.
Gamora: The wrong door.
Star-Lord: Still. Progress.
- Enter bathroom
Star-Lord: Hey, it's a bathroom! Anybody got to go?
Rocket: The only place I wanna "go" is out of here.
- Power beverage dispenser
- Talked to Drax
- Didn't talk to Drax
Star-Lord: There you go, buddy. Free soda!
Drax: I will not add "theft" to our list of charges.
Star-Lord: Oops. Anyone want a soda?
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Nah, I already checked for you. No Baltian spring water.
- Power kiosk
(Kiosk screen next to Gamora short-circuits.)
Gamora: What the flark, Peter?!
- Talked to Gamora
- Didn't talk to Gamora
Star-Lord: You said the connection was down. I thought it might help.
Gamora: (Coughing.) No. Didn't help.
Star-Lord: Sorry! Sorry! I'm not much of an electrician.
Rocket: You said it!
(Idle banter.)
- Oops
Rocket: Oops.
Star-Lord: "Oops" what?
Rocket: Nothing. It's fine. Maybe just don't touch--there. Fixed.
- False-positive
Rocket: This thing's got false-positives all over the place. I'll have to do a relay.
Gamora: Is that supposed to mean anything to us?
Rocket: No. I just wanted you to know how difficult it is.
- Clever
Rocket: Oh, oh oh! Clever! But I'll bet you didn't think of this...
- Tripped
Rocket: Ow! Flarkin' Nova scut!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: I didn't "trip" something! I just... rerouted something a little... prematurely.
- Sprinklers
Rocket: Hey, I think I can set off the sprinklers from this thing. Does that help?
Gamora: Only if you want to get wet.
Rocket: Yeah, good point.
- Power blast door 1
(Blast door opens halfway.)
Star-Lord: Hey! That... sort of worked.
Rocket: The blast door's gonna need some extra juice. See if there's another power junction.
- Depower blast door
(Blast door closes.)
Gamora: Door's closing.
Rocket: I ain't got a lot of juice to work with here, Quill. Find a way to power both circuits leading to the door.
- Power blast door 2
(Blast door fully opens.)
Star-Lord: Presto!
Gamora: What-o?
Star-Lord: You know, ta-dah!
Drax: That is no more clear.
Star-Lord: Door's open.
Drax: Why did you not simply say so?
Find Ko-Rel[]
- Silent
Drax: It is conspicuously silent.
Rocket: Good point. Hey! Nova! We wanna pay our fine and get your krutackin' tracker off my ship!
Gamora: [shushing] Shhh!
Rocket: What "shhh"?! I thought we wanted to find someone.
- Call out
- Silence Rocket
- (...)
Star-Lord: [calling out] Hello?! Anybody?!
Rocket: [calling out] Come take our money, you Gold-Domed pencil pushers!
Drax: [calling out] I objected to our unlawful entry!
Gamora: This isn't helping!
Rocket: Says you! I heard someone!
Star-Lord: Gamora's right. Keep it down, Rocket. Something's off.
Rocket: Exactly why we should get the Milano and go.
Star-Lord: As soon as we've paid our fine. We need to get rid of that Nova tracker.
Rocket: There's more than one way to shake a tail, Quill.
Drax: The rodent is most qualified to speak on tails.
Gamora: We shouldn't give away our position until we know what's going on.
Rocket: Ah! Sounds like a good way of getting shot. We are trespassing, case you forgot.
Drax: I have not forgotten.
Gamora: The situation has changed. We need to adjust the plan.
Rocket: The plan has turned into a bad joke.
Drax: What is the punchline?
Rocket: There ain't one, Muscles. The joke's on us.
- Robots
Star-Lord: What are they doing?
Rocket: Scanning each other. Flarked if I know why, though. They're acting bonkers.
- Scan robots
Star-Lord: [laughs] Two can play that game--er, or three.
- Read memo
Star-Lord: Huh. Seems like everything was normal when Hala's Hope showed up.
Gamora: Maybe that's where they are.
Rocket: Yeah, collectively kissing your ex's butt.
Drax: That would form an extremely long queue.
(Idle banter.)
- Dervani 1
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: It ain't spooky. That big haunted house on Dervani was spooky.
Drax: One has nothing to do with the other.
- Dervani 2
Rocket: You really didn't think that place on Dervani was spooky?
Drax: No.
Rocket: Not even a little bit?
Drax: I have given my answer.
Gamora: It had me going. Until we found that surveillance room.
- Dervani 3
Rocket: That's what this place is missing. A room full of monitors like that haunted house--
Drax: It was not haunted.
Rocket: Whatever. I'm saying we need a way of checking the whole station at once.
Gamora: Can't believe that whole thing was just a big scam.
Rocket: "And I would have gotten away with it, if it weren't for you Guardians and your tree."
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, screw that guy.
- Inhabited
Gamora: The whole station can't be uninhabited.
Drax: It is not uninhabited. It is inhabited by robots.
Rocket: I like it better this way.
- Intentions
Drax: (Loudly.) We are here only to pay our fine.
Rocket: What're you doing?
Drax: I am announcing our lawful intentions. (Loudly.) We trespassed only once discovering the entry abandoned.
Gamora: I don't think anyone is listening, Drax.
- Theorizing 1
Gamora: How have we not run into a single Nova Corps?
Drax: Perhaps they are in a meeting?
Gamora: All of them?
Drax: In my experience, meetings involve an inordinate amount of people and take longer than is necessary.
- Theorizing 2
Gamora: What would it take to call an entire station away?
Rocket: Who says they were called away? Maybe they disbanded.
Gamora: The whole station?
Rocket: The whole Nova. No more cops.
Drax: The galaxy would devolve into lawlessness.
Rocket: Yeah! Wouldn't it be great?
- Theorizing 3
Rocket: Maybe the station got hit. I hear there's still Chitauri remnants who like to attack under-protected Nova spots.
Drax: There are no signs of a struggle.
Gamora: It's like everyone just disappeared.
Drax: That is not possible.
- Theorizing 4
Drax: Perhaps the sentient space computer summoned all Nova Corps back to Xandar.
Gamora: From what I saw, it's almost the opposite: the station seems to have lost its connection to the Worldmind.
Drax: Perhaps this incited a panic and they evacuated.
Gamora: Then why's Hala's Hope still here?
- Theorizing 5
Gamora: There's something bothering me.
Rocket: You mean besides all of this?
Gamora: If the station lost its connection to the Worldmind, wouldn't Xandar send someone to investigate?
Rocket: Maybe they sent Quill's girlfriend.
Gamora: No, Hala's Hope was supposed to be here, remember?
Rocket: Well I dunno! Maybe they just ain't got here yet.
Gamora: Hmmm.
- Nova lock
Rocket: Do we really wanna pay this fine and go back to being broke?
Gamora: We'll still have units leftover once the fine is paid.
Rocket: Yeah, but not enough for anything fun. I'm telling you, I know a guy who'd pop that Nova lock for half of what we owe.
Gamora: Doesn't do us much good if we cross paths with Nova again.
Drax: We would be heavily fined for illegally removing their device.
- Trespassing
Drax: I formally declare my objection to trespassing in a Nova Corps facility.
Gamora: Noted.
Rocket: See?? Drax doesn't wanna pay the fine either!
Drax: That is not what I said. You are conflating my meaning.
Rocket: Hey, I'm with you, big guy. I say we get the flark out of here.
- Death rattle
Rocket: Hey, do you guys hear that??
Gamora: What?
Rocket: It's the death rattle of all the things we could be spending those units on.
Drax: I have heard many death rattles. They do not sound like that.
- Assassin
Drax: Perhaps a deadly assassin infiltrated the facility.
Gamora: Don't look at me.
Drax: I was not.
- Quiet
Gamora: It's too quiet...
Drax: We have been talking extensively.
Rocket: Drax is right. Everyone shut the hell up.
- Stuck robot
Rocket: [sigh] Poor little guy...
Drax: It is a thing. Your sympathies are redundant.
Rocket: Hey, I'm half-thing, remember?
Drax: I did not.
- Directional signpost
Star-Lord: Man, this place is... big.
Gamora: What did you expect?
- Noises
Prisoner:
(Noise 1.) Hello? → Rocket: There, you hear that?
(Noise 2.) Is someone out there?
(Noise 3.) Hey! In here! → Rocket: There it is again.
(Noise 4.) Where the hell has everybody gone?! → Drax: There is indeed someone else here.
(Noise 5.) Can someone hear me...?
- Meet prisoner
Star-Lord: Uh... Hey there.
Prisoner: You aren't Nova.
Rocket: What gave it away?
- Idle prisoner 1
Prisoner:
(Idle 1.) Whoever you all are, come here a minute.
(Idle 2.) Come on, we got to talk.
(Idle 3.) Look, I don't bite, I just want a word.
- Talk to prisoner
Prisoner: Hey, Jumpsuit, you gotta get me out of here. I don't belong in a cage.
Gamora: Nova Corps begs to differ.
Prisoner: No one asked you, scary eyes.
Drax: We should not be aiding and abetting a criminal.
Rocket: Weren't you a Nova Corps prisoner?
Drax: Indeed, and I served my time.
Prisoner: You all seem real high and mighty for a bunch of folk in a restricted area.
- Ask about crime
- Ask about Nova Corps
- (...)
Star-Lord: What are you in for?
Prisoner: What? Nothing. Case of mistaken identity. They mistook me for someone who gave a crap.
Rocket: Oh, I like him!
Prisoner: Back at you, weasel. So how about helping a guy out? See if there's a door release or something.
Star-Lord: What do you know about whatever's going on here?
Prisoner: Not much. There was a commotion, people were talking about some mother, and then they just left.
Star-Lord: Ko-Rel? Did you see a Centurion or a little Kree girl?
Prisoner: That's all I know. Come on, I helped you, time to help me. Look for a door release or something.
Prisoner: Come on, you're Terran, right? Me too. We gotta look out for each other.
Rocket: I say we let him out.
Prisoner: That's what I'm talking about. There's gotta be a door release or something.
- Idle prisoner 2
Prisoner:
(Idle 1.) I know these cells open. There's gotta be a switch or something.
(Idle 2.) Look, we got to team up. Just help me out.
(Idle 3.) Just look around.
- Leave
Prisoner:
(Leave 1.) Hang on! Where are you going?
(Leave 2.) Hey-hey-hey. Come back here.
(Leave 3.) Whoa! Don't just leave me here.
- Return
Prisoner:
(Return 1.) Flark. Real funny. I thought you were actually gonna leave me. → Gamora: We still might.
(Return 2.) Seriously, quit messing around.
(Return 3.) Oh, good. It's you again.
- Idle prisoner 3
Prisoner:
(Idle 1.) I'll stay out of your hair. Just let me out of here.
(Idle 2.) I'd do the same for you.
(Idle 3.) Come on, no one should have to starve in a cage.
- "Release" prisoner
Star-Lord: (Presses button next to cage.)
(Cage begins descending.)
Prisoner: Whoa, hey! What did you do?
Star-Lord: Uh?!
Prisoner: Where am I going? What's happening?
Gamora: Wonder where it took him.
Rocket: Furnace. Congrats, Quill, you just executed your first prisoner.
Drax: That seems improbable.
- Discussing prisoner
- "Released" prisoner
- Didn't release prisoner
- Ignored prisoner
Star-Lord: Maybe we just sent him back to his cell. Like, that was the visitors' area.
Drax: In my experience, Nova Corps do not permit visitations.
Gamora: You were in The Kyln: of course you weren't allowed visitors. This isn't a supermax.
Rocket: So we just gonna leave that guy to rot?
Star-Lord: The last thing we need is to get caught freeing some criminal. We're already in enough hot water with Nova.
Drax: Is Peter Quill implying he bathed with the Nova Corps Centurion?
Gamora: Wouldn't put it past him.
Rocket: So we just gonna ignore all that racket?
Star-Lord: We don't need to get dragged into someone else's problems right now.
Rocket: At least we agree on that. If it ain't got nothing to do with getting my ship back, I don't care.
Star-Lord: (To himself.) My ship.
- Door
Star-Lord: This door's locked.
- Investigations/Lineup room
(If prisoner was "released".)
Prisoner: You!
Star-Lord: Hey, buddy...
Prisoner: Agh! Whoa, hey! (Cage descends further.) What now?! I got rights!
Star-Lord: Now this place brings back memories...
Drax: Did you once serve with Nova Corps, Peter Quill?
Star-Lord: What? No. But I had to stand in a line-up once. Maybe twice.
Gamora: [cough]
Star-Lord: Anyway. Good to be on this side of the glass.
- Cold Case File
Star-Lord: This is about Groot...
- Rocket hacking
Rocket:
(Hack 1.) One two three four? Nope.
(Hack 2.) One one one one? Nope.
(Hack 3.) Four three two one. [frustrated grumble]
(Hack 4.) Hmmm... how about this? Flark.
- Talk to Rocket
Star-Lord: What are you doing?
Rocket: I figured as long as we're here, I may as well try and dig up some juicy Nova secrets. Maybe they even got a bead on Gamora's bluer half.
Gamora: (To herself.) Not likely.
Rocket: What's that?
Gamora: Nothing.
- Terminal
- Met prisoner
- Ignored prisoner
Star-Lord: Whoa. That guy was serious business.
Rocket: Well, now he's seriously someone else's business.
Gamora: Assuming that's the last we see of him.
Star-Lord: Hey, they're holding someone from Earth. Guy named Jack Flag.
Rocket: Ah! Do all you Terrans have ridiculous names?
Star-Lord: No. Just the cool ones.
- Robot
Star-Lord: What's wrong with it?
Rocket: It's stuck in a loop. Behavioral procedure won't update.
Gamora: So the robot version of you two?
Star-Lord: [fake laugh]
Rocket: Nova scut. Lucky it ain't leaking coolant all over the floor.
- Ignore Rocket
Rocket: Screw it. I ain't making any progress here.
- Units
Star-Lord: I'm getting a real haunted mansion vibe from this place.
Rocket: And none of that screams "run away" to you? Let's just transfer the units, like normal people.
Gamora: Don't think we could if we wanted to. I checked the terminal in the lobby and it's like the connection to the Worldmind has been cut.
Star-Lord: Besides, I told Ko-Rel I'd pay her personally.
Rocket: And there's the real reason.
- Elevator 1
Rocket: Elevator's out.
Gamora: But the shaft above looks open. We can use it to climb up there.
Rocket: You expect us to walk on that thing?
Gamora: It'll hold more than the five of us.
- Elevator 2
Star-Lord: Please don't fall, please don't fall...
(Elevator slightly shifts.)
Star-Lord: Whoa--crap! [nervous laugh]
- Elevator 3
Star-Lord: Okay... Piece of cake.
- Approach dark room
Star-Lord: Whoa. Spooky. Hellooooo...?
- Elevator 4
Gamora: I know I said it would hold, but aren't you tempting fate?
Drax: Fate is immovable. It cannot be tempted.
Gamora: Fate may be immovable, but that elevator isn't.
- Enter dark room
(Lights loudly switch on, revealing sets of Centurion armor.)
Star-Lord: Holy crap!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: [bursts out laughing] Oh! Oh, the look on both your faces! Buncha babies.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Oh, you were too.
Star-Lord: Are these...?
Gamora: Centurion armor.
Rocket: Yup. Feel free to try one on, Quill.
Drax: A true warrior requires no armor.
Gamora: You wouldn't fit in one anyway.
Drax: To wear armor is to expect failure. It is better to simply not be hit.
- Try on armor
- Decline
- (...)
Star-Lord: For real? Can I try one?
Rocket: If you wanna get fried to a puddle o' goo. Each one is gene-coded by the Worldmind.
Gamora: Are you saying the Worldmind has the genetic code of every Nova Centurion?
Rocket: Yup! Word is, the bugs tried to use that against them in the war. But that's one supercomputer you can't hack. Believe me, I tried.
Star-Lord: Nah, I'm good. I don't need some fancy suit of armor.
Gamora: Spoken like someone who's never gone up against a Centurion.
Rocket: And you have??
Gamora: ...Yes.
Drax: During your time serving the Chitauri.
Gamora: Not my proudest moment.
Gamora: Hard to argue with that.
Rocket: That's ridiculous! That's like sayin' usin' two guns means you ain't good enough with one. Actually, maybe he's got you there, Quill.
Gamora: Then maybe Drax should fight with one hand behind his back.
Drax: Ha! That is an intriguing suggestion...
- Scan recharge station
Star-Lord: Some of these are empty.
Rocket: Your point?
Gamora: That some may be on duty.
Star-Lord: Yeah. Maybe it's a good sign.
Rocket: Nothing about any of this is a good sign.
(Idle banter.)
- Honor 1
Drax: This room is austerely presented. It must be a great honor to become a Centurion.
Gamora: To say the least. Each Nova Prime is selected from among the Centurions.
Drax: We have a similar custom among the Katathian Honor Guard.
- Honor 2
Rocket: So were you one o' them Honor-whatever?
Drax: Certainly not. The Honor Guard are not permitted families.
Gamora: Can't have any distractions.
Drax: Nor weaknesses that could be exploited.
- Toughness
Rocket: I bet I could take a Centurion. I went one-on-one with a Millennian, you know.
Gamora: Centurions are tougher.
Rocket: "Tougher"? That's it? I want details.
Gamora: Nope.
- Price 1
Rocket: What do you think one of these suits would go for on the black market?
Gamora: Don't even think about it.
Rocket: I'm not gonna! I'm just asking...
- Price 2
Rocket: Thirty thousand?
Gamora: What?
Rocket: Units. For one of them suits.
Gamora: Rocket...
Rocket: It's gotta be close, right? 'Course you'd have to unlock them...
- Price 3
Rocket: Let's even just say twenty thousand a pop. That's... over half a million units just in this room.
Gamora: Not half as much as the bounty you'd have if you stole them.
Rocket: I said I wasn't gonna do it.
- Malfunctioning door
Star-Lord: This looks like the only way forward.
Rocket: Are you blind? I didn't sign up for getting chopped in two, just so you could make your girlfriend proud.
Drax: It is more likely the door would repeatedly crush your tiny bones.
- Delay 1
(Delay 1.) Drax: Perhaps the assassin can dart through while the door is open. → Gamora: Do I look like an idiot?
(Delay 2.) Gamora: Maybe we can cut the power? → Rocket: Cut it from where? Do you see an access panel?
(Delay 3.) Groot: I am Groot? → Rocket: How should I know? I'd need to get a look at the mechanism.
- Run through door
(Attempt 1.) Star-Lord: Ow! → Rocket: [bursts out laughing] Oh, that was almost worth it.
(Attempt 2.) Star-Lord: Crap. → Gamora: You're not that fast, Peter. → Rocket: Let him try. This is great.
(Attempt 3.) Star-Lord: [groan of pain] → Drax: Are you unwell, Peter Quill? → Rocket: Yeah, it's just getting sad.
- Shoot panel cover
Rocket: Ah! No wonder the door's all jorked out: the rotor won't stop spinning.
- Delay 2
(Delay 1.) Rocket: Look at that thing go. Must've short-circuited.
(Delay 2.) Gamora: Can you fix it, Rocket? → Rocket: Short of jamming something in there, I don't see how.
(Delay 3.) Gamora: We just need a quick fix. Something to stop the gears or slow them down. → Drax: Peter Quill, perhaps the mechanism can be frozen, as you did on Seknarf Nine.
- Freeze rotor
Star-Lord: Alright, let's hope that holds.
- Enter workshop
Star-Lord: How come this one gets its own room?
Rocket: Looks like a workshop. You know, I hear they anodize these things with some kinda Xandarian smart metal.
Drax: Metal cannot be smart.
Rocket: Smarter than some.
- Scan damaged armor
Star-Lord: Sub-cuh-taneous emitter is busted. Whatever that is.
Rocket: Huh.
Star-Lord: That mean something to you?
Rocket: Maybe. Means it can't report back to the Worldmind.
Gamora: That checks out with what I saw in the lobby.
- Onwards
Rocket: More nothin'.
Star-Lord: There's gotta be an explanation.
- Asked prisoner about Nova Corps
- Chose anything else
Rocket: You heard that guy: they just left. And so should we.
Star-Lord: He also said something about Ko-Rel.
Rocket: He said mother. Everyone's got a mother, Quill.
Drax: You do not.
Rocket: Point is "mother" could be anyone.
Drax: Except you.
Rocket: [exasperated sigh]
Gamora: The Hala's Hope is a capital ship. Maybe they're all there for some reason.
Rocket: Or maybe this whole place is contaminated with Vormirean Pox.
Drax: I am experiencing a mild itching sensation...
Rocket: Yeah, and I got a real pain in my ass.
- Network interface 1
Star-Lord: Rocket, do your magic.
Rocket: No.
Star-Lord: What?
Rocket: I said, no. When are you gonna come to your senses, Quill.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: And then what? He's gonna drag us halfway through this station if we let 'im.
- Network interface 2
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Groot, would you talk to him?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: No.
Star-Lord: Gamora, help us out here.
Gamora: I dunno, he's got a point, Peter. How far do we go before we just call it?
Star-Lord: When we find someone. They can't all be gone.
Star-Lord: Drax, think you could pry the door open?
Drax: Not without purchase. Perhaps you should negotiate with the rodent.
Star-Lord: Okay, we try one more room, and if we still haven't found anything, we leave. Deal?
Rocket: Fine. One more room. Not two. One.
- Monitoring station
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Door's flarked. We ain't going back that way.
Gamora: I thought the Nova Corps had more ships...
Rocket: I heard they got staffing issues.
Gamora: From who?
Rocket: People. In places. With other people.
Drax: (Muffled.) Peter Quill. I found this. (Hands Peter a Nova helmet, who puts it on.)
Corpsman: (Via comm.) Sector one. Check in.
Corpsman: (Via comm.) Sector one sweep complete. Seventy-five percent acceptance rate.
Corpsman: (Via comm.) It is as she promised. Have faith.
Corpsman: (Via comm.) The Promise will be made real. Proceed to sector seven.
Corpsman: (Via comm.) With faith.
Star-Lord: (Muffled.) Well, the good news is we're not alone. There's lots of chatter.
Rocket: Tell them I want my ship back.
Star-Lord: (Muffled.) My ship.
Gamora: I sense there's a 'but.'
Star-Lord: (Muffled.) But... it sounds like they're searching for something. Or someone.
Gamora: Could explain why no one's around...
Rocket: Who gives a flark? Tell them to get their golden butts up here.
Corpsman: (Via comm.) The Promise will be made real. Proceed to sector seven.
Corpsman: (Via comm.) With faith.
Corpsman: (Via comm.) Sector three. Check in.
Corpsman: (Via comm.) Sweep of sector three in progress. There has been some... resistance to the Promise. Permission to initiate cleansing procedure.
Corpsman: (Via comm.) Cleansing procedure authorized. Faith be with you.
- Put it down
- Speak into helmet
Star-Lord: (Takes off and throws away helmet.) Nah. Let's keep looking.
(«The Guardians agree that staying silent was a safer bet» appears.)
Rocket: Or we could focus on getting off this frakakta space station.
Gamora: The door's flarked, remember?
Rocket: There's ways to unflark things, Gamora. Believe me.
Gamora: Bombs don't count.
Star-Lord: (Looks at elevator.) What about that? Where do you think that goes?
Drax: Down.
Star-Lord: Good enough for me.
Star-Lord: (Muffled.) Uh, hey there... (Taps helmet, activating comms.) Is this thing on? We're, uh, we're looking for Centurion Ko-Rel?
Corpsman: (Via comm.) Who is we?
Star-Lord: (Muffled.) We're the Guardians of the Galaxy? We were supposed to meet Centurion Ko-Rel to pay a fine.
Corpsman: (Via comm.) Hello, Guardians of the Galaxy. I would be more than happy to assist you today. Where are you now?
Star-Lord: (Muffled.) We're uh, we're in some sort of monitoring station--
Corpsman: (Via comm.) Understood. Stay where you are. We will come to you.
Star-Lord: (Takes off and throws away helmet.)
Rocket: Well? What'd they say?
Star-Lord: They're coming to us.
(«The Guardians aren't sure speaking to the helmet was a good idea» appears.)
(A squad of Nova Corpsmen appear.)
Rocket: Ah. It's about flarkin' time!
Star-Lord: Where's Centurion Ko-Rel?
Corpsman: Have faith. She is not with us at this time.
Rocket: (Quieter.) Have faith? Really?
Gamora: (Quieter.) Anyone else seeing a purple glow around these guys?
Drax: (Quieter.) I do not trust them. If there is an alternative plan, now may be the time to execute it.
- Spoke into helmet 1
Groot: (Quieter.) I am Groot.
Corpsman: Come. All will be made clear... once you experience the Promise. Her divine Promise.
- Focus on Ko-Rel
- Retreat
- N/A
Star-Lord: What do you mean there's no Centurion Ko-Rel? Her ship's literally docked outside...
Corpsman: I understand your confusion. We will set your tumultuous souls at ease. Come, Guardians of the Galaxy. We will take you to the Hala's Hope. Then you, too, can have faith.
- Spoke into helmet 2
(If focused on Ko-Rel.)
Drax: (Quieter.) We should return to the ship.
Gamora: (Quieter.) Yep.
Groot: (Quieter.) I am Groot...?
- Stall
- Defend yourself
- N/A
Star-Lord: Cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. Um, and that all sounds super great. It's just... Sorry, what's your name again?
Corpsman: You may refer to me as Kar-Los.
(Corpsmen start surrounding them.)
Star-Lord: Right, right, Kar-Los... Listen. We really need to pay our fine. Then we can go on our way and you can go on your... creepy, Temple of Doom way... It's a win-win for everyone.
Corpsman: Perhaps. Have you embraced her divine Promise?
Star-Lord: Only if I get her consent first...
Corpsman: For the Promise to be made real, all living beings must accept it completely. (Corpsmen point their guns at them.) Come. Have faith.
Drax: Peter Quill, we cannot return the way we came.
Star-Lord: Alright, change of plans. Let's take these freaks to church! (Fight begins.)
- Fight
Unifier: Purge the non-believers!
Rocket: Oh, someone's getting purged!
Star-Lord: We just wanted to pay our fine!
Gamora: They don't seem to care.
Drax: Our good intentions have been misconstrued.
Rocket: Lesson learned: don't pay fines!
Star-Lord: Ko-Rel, call off your dogs!
Rocket: You slept with a cop for nothing!
Gamora: If we're lucky, she's got nothing to do with this.
Drax: I do not see any dogs.
Star-Lord: Come on, we can work this out!
Drax: They do not appear to be listening, Peter Quill.
Gamora: I think we're a little past that.
Rocket: Oh, I'm working it out. Right in their faces!
Gamora: Guess now we know where they all went.
Rocket: Yeah, to crazy town!
Star-Lord: Not all. We still need to find Ko-Rel.
Drax: This is far from all of the Nova Corps.
Gamora: Why would they just attack us like that?
Star-Lord: There's definitely something weird going on.
Rocket: Ain't you never met a cop?!
Drax: Technically it was we who drew first.
Drax: Are we certain this is wise?
Gamora: Wiser than getting killed.
Rocket: Hey, feel free to let 'em shoot you, Drax.
Star-Lord: They didn't give us a whole lot of choice!
Drax: We are engaging in self-defense.
Star-Lord: I don't think they care!
Gamora: We're well past that, Drax.
Rocket: Says you. I'm on the OFFENSE!
Rocket: I never blasted a glowing cop before!
Gamora: Or got shot by one.
Drax: It does not appear to confer protection.
Star-Lord: Yeah, what the hell is that?
Rocket: Ignorance and brutality!
Gamora: Split them up!
Drax: I will show them brutality!
Star-Lord: Are they even Nova Corps anymore?
Groot: I am Groot?!
Rocket: Because they've gone crazy!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: A whole station of crazy cops - just what we need!
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- Put down helmet
- Spoke into helmet
Rocket: Hey! What happened to "one more room?"
Star-Lord: You said the door's busted. I'm sure it's just a little further.
Rocket: You ain't sure of scut.
Star-Lord: I'm mostly sure. We found something, didn't we?
Rocket: So why the flark didn't you speak up?
Star-Lord: It was... weird. There was something funky about the voices on that comm channel.
Drax: This will not reflect well on our fine.
Gamora: I don't think that matters now.
Rocket: With that door flarked, we gotta go out the way they came in. So expect more of them purple freaks.
Star-Lord: Yeah, what was with that weird glow they had?
Drax: Sorcery.
Gamora: Virus?
Rocket: Well we better hope it ain't contagious.
(Idle banter if Peter put down the helmet.)
- Voices
Gamora: What was so weird about the voices, Peter?
Star-Lord: They just sounded... kinda loopy, you know?
Rocket: Not really.
Star-Lord: Maybe it was nothing.
- Chatter
Rocket: Did you hear anything we could actually use?
Star-Lord: They're doing some sort of sweep. And something about faith and a promise...
Gamora: That does sound weird.
Rocket: Probably a bunch of cop code talk.
- Doubt
Rocket: Don't expect me to buy it anytime you say "one more" anything, Quill.
Star-Lord: Come on, we're one step closer on the breadcrumb trail of getting out of here.
Drax: I do not see what this has to do with bread.
Rocket: More like a trail of skrat scut.
(Idle banter if Peter spoke into the helmet.)
- Infection
Gamora: Rocket, you know of any infections that cause glowing like that?
Rocket: Bladder mites make you glow, but you know... (Whispers.) down there.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Nah, that guy's always been purple. He's just like that.
- One more
Rocket: One more room, he said...
Gamora: Well, we did find something.
Rocket: Yeah, lucky us!
- Promise
Gamora: What was all that about a promise?
Star-Lord: I heard something about that in the helmet too...
Rocket: Who cares?! They're clearly nutso! Worldmind probably went all rogue AI and fried their brains.
- Elevator
(After fight.)
Star-Lord: Let's just find Ko-Rel. I'm sure she'll know what's going on.
Rocket: If she don't try to kill us like the last lot.
Star-Lord: No way. Not Ko-Rel.
- Standoff
(The Guardians watch as converted Nova Corps execute regular corpsmen.)
- Put down helmet
- Spoke into helmet
Groot: I am Groot?!
Rocket: There they all are!
Gamora: Something's not right...
Star-Lord: Oh, flark.
Drax: Dishonorable.
Rocket: Flark!
Groot: I am Groot!
Gamora: [frustrated sigh] This is a mutiny.
Drax: It was an execution.
Rocket: Ain't never seen cops kill each other.
Star-Lord: We've got to play this smart until we know what's going on.
Gamora: And which side survived...
Star-Lord: Oh, flark.
Gamora: Looks like a standoff.
Rocket: Was a standoff. Flark! Nova killing Nova.
Gamora: Not good.
Star-Lord: Which side won?
(Corpsmen start shooting at the elevator window.)
Groot: I am Groot?!
Rocket: There's your answer.
Star-Lord: Woah! Oh man. This is bad.
Gamora: We're sitting ducks.
Drax: I will not stand here and wait to die.
Rocket: None of us got a whole lot of--
Drax: [Katathian War Cry] (Jumps out the window.)
Rocket: --choice! Flarkin' meat-head! Nice knowing ya!
(If Peter jumps with Drax.)
Gamora: Peter?!
Rocket: Has everyone gone nuts?! Bend your knees when you land!
(If Peter stays inside the elevator.)
Drax: [Katathian War Cry]
Star-Lord: Dammit, Drax!
Gamora: Can he handle that many?
Rocket: Not much we can do about it now.
Star-Lord: Can't this thing go any faster?!
Rocket: We're lucky it ain't plummeting to the ground, after being shot up like that.
Drax: (Off-screen.) Fear me!
Star-Lord: [frustrated growl] I should have just jumped.
Rocket: Yeah, 'cause that's what we need. Two idiots.
Gamora: Ground floor. Get ready for a fight!
Star-Lord: Don't forget about Drax. We need to make sure he's okay.
- Pre-fight
(If Peter put down the helmet.)
Star-Lord: Alright, everyone stay low and follow me.
Gamora: There's something off about them... look!
Rocket: They're flarkin' glowing!
Star-Lord: Seems a safe bet these are the bad guys.
Gamora: We need a plan.
Drax: We should seize the element of surprise.
Gamora: Are we really going to open fire on Nova Corps?
Rocket: They don't look like Nova Corps to me.
Gamora: Whatever we're going to do, we'd better do it. We can't just stay here.
Drax: We risk losing our strategic advantage.
Rocket: What're you waiting for, Quill? The mood to be right?
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Of course you stand out: you're a giant tree!
Corpsman: It is unfortunate they would not accept her Promise.
Corpsman: They will understand, once they are returned to us.
Corpsman: Sector six reports all non-believers have been purged.
Corpsman: Even now, her divine presence is with me.
Corpsman: I believe it. I see it.
Corpsman: It is only a matter of time.
Corpsman: She will be pleased with our progress.
Star-Lord: Go. Let them have it!
- Fight (ambush)
Star-Lord: Bet they weren't expecting company. / At least we got the jump on them.
Drax: Their carelessness will be their downfall.
Rocket: We caught 'em purple-handed!
Gamora: You can bet they don't want witnesses. / Let's finish this before they can sound the alarm!
Gamora: Looks like we caught them with their pants down.
Star-Lord: Talk about a rude awakening!
Rocket: I ain't above shooting them in the back.
Drax: They are all fully clothed. / That would be a difficult way to fight.
Rocket: Bet you gold domes didn't expect US! / Surprise! It's payback!
Star-Lord: Guess what goes around comes around! / Bet they were counting on no witnesses!
Gamora: Too bad the whole places knows we're here now.
Drax: My BLADES will be the ultimate surprise.
- Fight (jumped)
Star-Lord: I can't believe you jumped!
Drax: It was not a jump: I pounced!
Star-Lord: Next time warn me before you do something like that!
Drax: I knew only that I would do it once it was done!
Star-Lord: The others should be on their way!
Drax: Let them rest: WE can handle this rabble!
Drax: Were you the only one courageous enough to follow, Peter Quill?
Star-Lord: More like crazy enough, but I'll take courageous!
Drax: The others do not know what they are missing!
Star-Lord: I'm sure they'll get their turn.
Drax: We are more than capable of vanquishing these traitors!
Star-Lord: Let's just stay alive 'till backup gets here!
Gamora: Peter, we're right behind you!
Star-Lord: Cavalry has arrived!
Rocket: And you both ain't dead!
Drax: Let us finish what we have started!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: You said it, buddy!
Star-Lord: Didn't count on Drax, did ya? / Bet these guys regret pissing off Drax!
Rocket: Beware the walking pile of muscles and knives!
Gamora: They're about to be full of regrets!
Drax: They will PAY for their insolence! / They will know why I am called the Destroyer!
Star-Lord: This is what you get for shooting at us!
Rocket: AND breaking the elevator! It took ages to get down here!
Gamora: We owe Drax a drink.
Drax: Their dishonor will be repaid WITH PAIN!
Rocket: Nice of you two not to die. / Can't believe you two survived that fall.
Star-Lord: Who, us? Me and Drax are warriors! / I don't think these guys saw it coming either.
Gamora: Now we can tell you how STUPID that was.
Drax: I have no intention of dying today.
- Fight
Star-Lord: What's with the weird glow? / Anyone see Nova Corps glow like this before?
Rocket: Could be some new model? / Maybe it's Nova Force gone bad.
Gamora: You'd have to ask the Worldmind.
Drax: They are alight with their treachery.
Star-Lord: What've you done with Centurion Ko-Rel?! / I just wanted to see Centurion Ko-Rel!
Rocket: Yeah, don't get between Quill and his cop girlfriend. / So much for just paying our fine.
Gamora: Maybe that's who they were looking for.
Drax: Let us hope she has not fallen to this corruption. / We will find your former lover, Peter Quill!
Gamora: They don't seem like Nova Corps to me. / It's like they completely lost it!
Star-Lord: Maybe they've been hypnotized: like SPACE hypnotized!
Rocket: Cops ALWAYS seem crazy! / Seem like the same ol' jerk Nova Corps to me.
Drax: They are not normal: they are traitors!
Gamora: This still doesn't explain why the station was empty. / Why did we find them here?
Star-Lord: Maybe some were trying to escape. / I heard other comms that they were doing some sort of sweep.
Drax: Perhaps they were planning an ambush.
Rocket: I ain't interested in the flarkin' mystery!
Drax: You sully the name of Nova Corps! / They dishonor the principles of law enforcement!
Star-Lord: Makes you think we deserve a pardon on our fine.
Rocket: That's a low bar. / Dunno if that makes me like 'em less or more!
Gamora: Imagine what the Worldmind would think.
Drax: They are undeserving of the Nova Corps uniform! / You disgrace the uniform you wear!
Rocket: Says the guy with no shirt!
Star-Lord: And that weird glow isn't helping!
Gamora: At least we haven't seen any Centurions. / They don't seem too concerned about honor.
Drax: It feels GOOD to engage in honest combat! / This is not how I saw our mystery concluding.
Star-Lord: I'd feel a whole lot better if I knew what was going on. / So much for just paying our fine.
Rocket: I'll admit, I'm workin' out some issues here!
Gamora: Let's just hope we're on the right side of this.
Rocket: I ain't gonna end up like them other Nova Corps. / I didn't know cops COULD mutiny.
Star-Lord: I can't believe they killed their own guys!
Gamora: This could mean civil war on Xandar.
Drax: Their betrayal disgraces all of Nova Corps. / Let us hope that not all were killed.
Rocket: This is kind of a fantasy of mine! / Are we really shooting up a cop shop?!
Star-Lord: Let's hope this doesn't come back to haunt us.
Gamora: They're not really giving us much choice. / Don't let it go to your head.
Drax: Their attempt to murder us must be PUNISHED!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: You ever know a weird glow to be GOOD??
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Just LOOK at them: they're glowing!
(Nova Vanguard joins the fight.)
Star-Lord: Big guy! Twelve o'clock!
Drax: Current time is irrelevant.
Rocket: There! Kill! Now!
Drax: Ah! That is much more informative!
Centurion: Those who resist must be purged!
Star-Lord: What would make them turn on each other?
Rocket: Budget cuts!
Gamora: It's got to be related to why they're glowing.
Drax: There is no excuse for that massacre.
Star-Lord: Sounds like this "Matriarch" is the boss. / Take THIS to your Matriarch--or whatever!
Gamora: Hopefully no one we know. / Who could turn an entire station like this?
Rocket: Yeah, go cry to your mommy!
Drax: Their fanaticism is alarming.
Gamora: Let's try to avoid alerting the WHOLE station. / Finish them, before reinforcements show up!
Star-Lord: What do you think I'm TRYING to do?!
Rocket: Little late for that now! / I say let 'em come! I got some anger to work out.
Drax: That opportunity has passed.
Gamora: Don't think they're just going to let us leave. / The whole station's gonna know we're here now.
Rocket: Flark 'em! We'll shoot our way out!
Drax: Let them try and stop us!
Star-Lord: Maybe Ko-Rel will find US.
Drax: I did not expect that I would again quarrel with Nova Corps. / This quarrel reminds me of when I was hunted by Nova Corps.
Star-Lord: I don't think these count as Nova Corps anymore.
Rocket: Now THAT'S a story I'd like to hear. / I never stop quarreling with them!
Gamora: You're not alone there, Drax.
Drax: This confrontation will not benefit our fine. / Our honorable intentions have gone awry.
Star-Lord: That's what I get for doing the right thing. / We just need to find Ko-Rel, she'll straighten this out.
Rocket: That's what we get for payin' fines!
Gamora: I don't think that matters anymore.
Rocket: Looks like the whole station's gone nuts! / Just what we need: a bunch of Nova Corps gone nuts!
Star-Lord: Let's hope it's not all of them!
Gamora: This must be why they cut ties from the Worldmind. / Here comes the "I told you so"!
Drax: Do not speak of nuts, I grow hungry!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: This is payback for all them parking tickets!
- Argument
Drax: (Kicks dead corpsman.) I do not think our fine will be paid today.
Gamora: You don't say?
Star-Lord: Guys, Ko-Rel's ship is right there. We just need to--
Rocket: What? What do we need to do, Quill? A whole bunch of whacked-out space cops just tried to vaporize us! And you wanna go looking for a rematch? 'Cause your "girlfriend" might be in trouble?
Star-Lord: That's not what I'm doing! And she's not my girlfriend.
Rocket: Coulda fooled me.
Star-Lord: Rocket! The only thing that this is about, is getting our ship back! We find Ko-Rel and then none of this is our problem anymore!
Rocket: You're right. It won't be our problem anymore! Because we didn't sign up to be run around halfway across the galaxy by a cop-loving humie--
Groot: I am Groot!
(The Hala's Hope departs.)
Star-Lord: Oh, come on! Seriously, Ko-Rel?
Gamora: "Join the Guardians," she said. "It'll be good for your mental health," she said...
Rocket: (Clears throat.) Alright. Listen the flark up. Groot and I are getting off this d'ast Rock. Anyone who'd like a ride can follow us. (Looks at Quill.) Everyone else can go to hell.
Drax: I prefer the rodent's plan.
Gamora: (Pats Peter's shoulder.) At least we tried?
- New plan
Star-Lord: Rocket, come on...
Rocket: You "come on"! I told you we shoulda left.
Star-Lord: And we are. I'm on board. Let's find the Milano and--
Corpsman: (Via P.A. system.) Intruders reported in the repair bay.
Star-Lord: --and try not to die in the process.
Rocket: First sensible thing you said all cycle.
- Corpsmen announcements
Corpsman: (Via P.A. system.)
(Announcement 1.) Secure the station. All must accept or be purged.
(Announcement 2.) Find the invaders. None must escape.
(Announcement 3.) All must see. All will believe.
(Announcement 4.) Pursue the non-believers. All must behold Her gift.
(Idle banter.)
- Foreseeing
Rocket: I knew this was a bad idea! Saw it comin' a parsec away.
Gamora: You foresaw mutiny of the entire station?
Rocket: I knew something would go wrong. Ain't no good comes from payin' fines.
- Mad
Star-Lord: Come on, Rocket, you can't stay mad at me.
Rocket: Wanna bet?
Star-Lord: Not after the last one.
Rocket: How 'bout you just don't piss me off any further 'till we're off this flarkin' rock?
- Squabble
Gamora: How long do I have to listen to you two squabbling?
Star-Lord: We're not squabbling, we're just... disagreeing loudly.
Rocket: Besides, he started it.
Gamora: [exasperated sigh]
- Duty
Drax: It is Nova Corps's duty to protect life, not to destroy it.
Rocket: Tell that to the corpses in the repair bay.
Drax: Corpses cannot hear.
Gamora: When word gets out about this, it's gonna destroy Nova's reputation.
- Worldmind
Drax: How did the all-knowing Worldmind not foresee this event?
Gamora: They're just a computer, not God.
Rocket: Pfft. For all we know, that flarkin' thing is behind it.
Gamora: I highly doubt that.
- Hala's Hope
Gamora: Is there any way for us to track where the Hope went?
Rocket: Why the scut would we want to do that?
Gamora: There could be survivors aboard. Or more of those... whatever-their-deal-is.
Rocket: I plan on putting as much distance as possible between us, this place, and that flarkin' ship.
- Connection
Gamora: You don't think this sort of thing is happening at Nova Stations everywhere?
Rocket: That's what they get for being jacked into an inter-system network.
Gamora: Or maybe what happens when one gets disconnected from it.
- Milano
Rocket: If these nutjobs have done anything to my ship, it's on you, Quill.
Gamora: I don't think they'll bother with the Milano.
Rocket: Says you. They know we're here now. Don't be surprised if the whole place goes on lockdown.
- Fight
Corpsman: Intruders in C-junction!
Rocket: Looks like we're fightin' our way out!
Drax: This is for not allowing us to pay our fine!
Star-Lord: Hey, you guys know you're GLOWING, right?
Rocket: Yeah, maybe get yourselves checked!
Gamora: At least it doesn't seem contagious.
Drax: Perhaps they have developed bioluminescence.
Star-Lord: Little crowded in here!
Rocket: Then make some room!
Gamora: Then let's not hang around.
Drax: This hardly qualifies as a crowd, Peter Quill.
Star-Lord: Guess they know we're here now!
Rocket: Yeah, well, there ain't gonna be any witnesses.
Gamora: Let's put them down quickly and push forward.
Drax: There will be none left to alert the others.
Gamora: Watch your corners!
Drax: I do not have corners.
Star-Lord: I miss when the place was deserted.
Rocket: Just don't stop shooting!
Gamora: So much for a deserted station.
Star-Lord: I knew they didn't just disappear.
Rocket: So much for payin' our fine and leaving!
Drax: These halls will soon be deserted.
Drax: Are we certain these Nova Corps are our enemies?
Gamora: Feel free to stop and ask them.
Rocket: If they're SHOOTING at us, then YES!
Star-Lord: Glowing is the universal sign of "bad guys"!
Drax: I preferred our last encounter with Nova Corps.
Rocket: You mean the one where Quill tried to sleep with his ex?
Gamora: Not exactly top five.
Star-Lord: Hopefully all of Nova Corps isn't like these guys.
Rocket: Close quarters ain't really my thing.
Gamora: Suits me fine.
Drax: You must leverage your claws, rodent.
Star-Lord: Just be careful with those bombs.
Rocket: "One more room"...
Drax: I prefer this room!
Star-Lord: Can we talk about it later?!
Gamora: Blow something up, Rocket, you'll feel better!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Do they SEEM like they wanna talk about it?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Cause they're BONKERS, that's why!
- Mid-fight plan
Star-Lord: Any idea where we're going, Rocket?
Rocket: Oh, don't you start!
Star-Lord: I'm just asking!
Rocket: UP! We came down an elevator, we're gonna need to go up one to get back to the hangar.
- Fight ends
Groot: [pants] I am Groot?
Rocket: For now at least. Let's not wait around.
Star-Lord: Jeez... this is not where I thought this day was going.
- Scissor lift
Star-Lord: Hey, you said we needed to go up, right?
Rocket: More up than this, but it's a start.
- Nova Corps
Gamora: Never thought I'd be fighting Nova Corps again.
Drax: They are no longer Nova Corps.
Rocket: Yeah, this don't count.
Star-Lord: But who or what are they? What's with that glowing?
Rocket: For once, let's keep our noses out of it.
- Passage
Rocket: Hey, we can get through here.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: You'll fit. Just suck it in.
- Cult
Star-Lord: Maybe Ko-Rel took her ship back to Xandar to report--
Rocket: Shh! Look.
(Nova Corpsmen pray in front of a mysterious altar with an Inquisitor watching over them.)
Gamora: Are they praying?
Star-Lord: What the hell have we wandered into?
Rocket: Check out that big guy: don't look like no Nova to me.
Drax: It is a sorcerer. Behold the magic flowing to the altar.
Star-Lord: There's no such thing as magic... right?
Rocket: C'mon. Let's get moving before these whackjobs spot us.
Star-Lord: It's like we've stumbled on some creepy cult.
Rocket: I told you, it ain't our problem.
Gamora: It will be if they've taken over Nova Corps.
Rocket: No Nova, no fine: no problem.
- Onwards
Star-Lord: We should probably tell someone.
Rocket: Eh, tell it to your diary. Come on, down here.
Gamora: How do you know?
Rocket: I don't. I'm just putting distance between us and those whackjobs.
- Door
Star-Lord: This door's locked.
Rocket: I said down here.
- Join Rocket
- Listened to Rocket
- Stalled
Rocket: Nice to see you listening for a change.
Drax: You cannot see listening.
Rocket: Don't you start with me, Muscles. You're still mostly in my good books.
Rocket: Good of you to join us.
Star-Lord: What's the harm in checking?
Rocket: "What's the harm?" Oh! Let's just pay our fine. Let's just look around. Let's just stumble onto a flarkin' cult-mutiny!
- Done
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Who says I can't? This is his fault. In fact, I'm done talkin' to him.
Star-Lord: To who?
Rocket: You!
Star-Lord: Too late.
Rocket: [infuriated sigh] Groot, tell mister "one more room" him and me are done.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Fine. Quill, Groot says you and me are done.
Drax: This is not productive to our egress from this station.
- Delay
Gamora: So... what are we waiting around for?
- Network interface
Star-Lord: So you think...
Rocket: Yeah. I'll deal with the door. Someone's gotta get us out of here.
- Fight
Centurion: There!
Star-Lord: Whoa!
Corpsman: Purge the faithless!
Rocket: [growl] Flarkin' scut! Can nothing go easy?!
Star-Lord: You think they saw us spying on them?
Gamora: No one looked up.
Drax: They were far too entranced to notice.
Rocket: What's it matter? They're here now.
Star-Lord: Not very sportsmanlike of them. / This hardly seems fair!
Rocket: So fight dirty!
Gamora: Let's see how they like having ME on their level. / I don't think they're worried about what's fair.
Drax: Their mutiny does not imply honor.
Star-Lord: How 'bout you guys just go back to praying? / You guys wanna go back to your weird chanting thing?
Rocket: Should've just left us alone! / I'LL give 'em something to wail about!
Gamora: Guess they're not taking new members.
Drax: Let them pray for death!
Star-Lord: Talk about death from above.
Drax: Very good, Peter Quill. Those above will die!
Rocket: I ain't got no plan of dying.
Gamora: Let's see how THEY like it.
Gamora: Let's hope that big one doesn't join in. / Keep an eye out for that big one we saw.
Rocket: The way our luck is going, it's probably on its way. / If it shows up, I vote Quill has to deal with it.
Star-Lord: It seemed pretty caught up in that whole magic show.
Drax: Let it come! I have never faced a sorcerer.
Gamora: Watch your heads!
Rocket: They better watch theirs!
Drax: That is physically impossible.
Star-Lord: Way ahead of you. Get it? A-head!
Gamora: We'd better hope they haven't found the Milano.
Rocket: QUILL better hope they haven't or it's his ass!
Star-Lord: Well don't TELL them about it!
Drax: R-seven-three-dash-four-P-L.
Drax: Perhaps the sorcerer embued them with special powers. / It seems the sorcerer we saw has bewitched Nova Corps.
Gamora: Could be. / Let's hope we don't get the chance to ask.
Star-Lord: There's no such thing as magic!
Rocket: Don't be so superstitious!
Drax: We should have trusted the rodent's instincts.
Rocket: SEE?! HE gets it!
Gamora: A little late for that now!
Star-Lord: How was I supposed to know this is how it would turn out?!
Drax: This position is strategically compromised.
Gamora: Then let's even the odds!
Star-Lord: Let's bring 'em down to our level!
Rocket: I'm about to compromise their faces!
Rocket: I didn't wanna be here! / How many times did I say we should leave?!
Star-Lord: I'm sorry, okay? / Will you let it go?! / Can it wait, Rocket?
Gamora: Little late for that.
Drax: They do not seem interested, rodent.
Rocket: Just like a Nova officer to kick you while you're down.
Star-Lord: Then don't let 'em get that close.
Gamora: I'd like to see them try.
Drax: Then we must be sure to kick back.
Rocket: Man, and I thought normal Centurions were bad!
Star-Lord: They're not all bad!
Gamora: Just be glad there's no Centurions.
Drax: These impostors are not Nova Corps.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Don't COUNT 'em, smash 'em!
Groot: I AM Groot.
Rocket: Don't blame me, blame Quill!
- Fight ends
Rocket: Finally! Watch my flarkin' back, while I deal with this door.
Star-Lord: You sure you can get it open?
Rocket: You gonna second guess me every step of the way?
Star-Lord: I'm not--
Rocket: (Opens door.) There. Let's go.
Star-Lord: I wasn't second guessing, I'm just--
Rocket: Sure.
- Survivors
Gamora: These doors have been barricaded. Means someone at least tried to resist.
Rocket: Fat lot of good it did them.
Gamora: We don't know that. There could still be others on the station. Or maybe those were the survivors who fled on the Hala's Hope.
Rocket: Were we in the same elevator? Those Nova barely got a shot off before they were gunned down by them glowy ones.
- Agree with Rocket
- Agree with Gamora
- (...)
Star-Lord: I think Rocket's right--
Rocket: Don't patronize me!
Star-Lord: I wasn't!
Rocket: You're just trying to make nice, now that this whole thing has gone to scut.
(If Rocket was sold.)
Rocket: I was right about Hellbender's vault and I was right about this frakakta space station.
(If Groot was sold.)
Rocket: You didn't listen to me about selling Groot and you didn't listen to me here.
Star-Lord: What do you want me to say?? You were right? Rocket's right! We should always listen to Rocket?
Rocket: Hmph. It's a start.
Star-Lord: Gamora's right. At least I hope she is. They can't all be dead.
Rocket: They ain't. Most of them switched sides.
Star-Lord: I mean some of them must have escaped.
Drax: You are referring to your former lover and the child.
Star-Lord: I've got to believe Ko-Rel was on that ship.
Rocket: Yeah, well, believing don't make it so.
Drax: It did seem an overwhelming defeat.
Gamora: [sigh] What would make Nova turn on Nova?
Drax: Perhaps they were not acting of their own free will.
Rocket: They sure looked like they knew what they were doing, to me.
- Prisoner
(The "released" prisoner's cell floats through space.)
Star-Lord: Uh... Is that...?
Gamora: Let's just pretend we didn't see that.
- Delay
Rocket: So let's flarkin' go already.
- Elevator
Star-Lord: Alright, hangar here we come.
Rocket: What the flark was that docking number?
Drax: R73-4PL.
Rocket: Are you serious?
Drax: Always.
Rocket: You're my new favorite person, Muscles.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: No, not really.
- Spot Milano
Rocket: There she is. Come to papa... 4-P-L. Done. Alright, bay is clear, extending catwalks, aaaaand... Flark!
Star-Lord: What's up?
Rocket: The clamps won't release. Those whackjobs musta triggered a lockdown.
Gamora: Can you override it?
Rocket: Wouldn't be much of a lockdown if I could. I can hold her in position and get the engines warmed up, but you're gonna have to release those clamps manually.
Star-Lord: Alright, release the clamps. And don't die.
Destroy the clamps[]
- Pre-fight
Drax:
(Preparation 1.) Focus, Peter Quill! Prepare to spill blood!
(Preparation 2.) Danger lies ahead. We must get ready.
(Preparation 3.) I smell death! → Star-Lord: Ours or theirs? → Drax: Theirs. I am an optimist.
(Preparation 4.) Enemies ahead, Peter Quill! → Star-Lord: Shhhh! Quietly. → Drax: (Whispers.) Enemies ahead, Peter Quill.
- Fight
Corpsman: All faithful converge on the central hangar. None can escape Her light.
Rocket: --and preferably do it quick!
Drax: Let us deal with these rabble!
Gamora: Focus on the clamps, Peter. We'll try to keep them off you.
(0-1 clamps destroyed.)
Star-Lord: Think these guys would mind getting out of the way?
Gamora: Feel free to ask them.
Drax: I do not think you will find them compliant.
Star-Lord: Okay, shoot the clamps! I can do this!
Gamora: Take your time, not busy or anything.
Drax: Do you need a rousing speech, Peter Quill?
Star-Lord: Hey Rocket! Can you get us some tunes from the Milano?
Gamora: Is that really what's important right now?
Drax: Play my Katathian sea songs!
Rocket: I ain't your frickin' DJ, Quill.
Gamora: Try to keep them from swarming!
Star-Lord: I thought that was YOUR job.
Drax: They are not insects, though they are as troublesome.
Gamora: Drax, try to keep them off Peter!
Star-Lord: It's good-- I'm good...
Drax: Surely true Nova Corps would not fall this easily.
Star-Lord: Aw, you're gonna hurt their crazy feelings.
Gamora: At least there's no centurions.
Drax: Are you making progress, Peter Quill?
Gamora: Slowly but surely, looks like.
Star-Lord: Doin' my best here, Drax.
Rocket: Watch the blaster fire or you're buffin' out her chassis!
Star-Lord: Would you focus on getting the engine started?!
Gamora: We're doing fine, thanks for asking.
Drax: I prefer the battle-worn aesthetic.
Rocket: I'm still showing plenty o' locked clamps.
Star-Lord: Working on it!
Gamora: Everyone's a critic.
Drax: The rodent seems impatient.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: What?! Speak up!
Star-Lord: One down!
(2-4 clamps destroyed.)
Star-Lord: There's another one!
Rocket: Alright, I'm hooked into the Milano's systems.
Star-Lord: Where's my tunes?
Rocket: I got your scutty terran music.
(Randomly selected song starts playing.)
Gamora: We've got more incoming!
Star-Lord: Whatever their deal is, these guys are no slouches!
Gamora: Almost like REAL Nova Corps!
Drax: I do not see how their posture is relevant.
Star-Lord: How's it going in there, Rocket?
Gamora: Yeah, how 'bout a little help?
Drax: I do not envy the rodent, unable to participate.
Rocket: You just worry about the clamps!
Star-Lord: Almost there, team!
Gamora: And it seems like they know it!
Drax: The best is yet to come!
Gamora: They really don't want us to go.
Star-Lord: Nice to be wanted.
Drax: They will be sorely disappointed.
Gamora: I have to admit, the music makes it better.
Star-Lord: See?! I knew it'd grow on you!
Drax: I would have preferred a traditional Katathian song.
Drax: I would wager we have avenged the fallen Nova Corps.
Gamora: Well, don't stop now!
Star-Lord: I just hope Ko-Rel and the kid got away on that ship.
Drax: This glow is oddly beautiful.
Gamora: Still wish we knew what it was.
Star-Lord: It's creepy is what it is!
Rocket: Let's get these engines cooking...
Drax: The engines are not designed for food preparation.
Gamora: Plot a course while you're at it, if you can.
Star-Lord: And turn up the music!
Rocket: Ooh, hey, I saw that one!
Star-Lord: Glad you've got a good view.
Gamora: You can watch AFTER you've got the engines running.
Drax: You are missing all the fun, little beast!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Someone tell Groot I can't translate him from in here.
(5 clamps destroyed.)
Rocket: Engines are hot, seat warmers warming...
Star-Lord: Alright, almost there! / Last one! / Just a little further!
Drax: Well timed: my knives grow dull. / Their intentions seem clear.
Gamora: Don't get sloppy! / Let's hope they don't chase us!
Rocket: Navigation's primed.
Gamora: Watch the ones on the side!
Drax: They are on many sides!
Star-Lord: C'mon, we're almost there!
Gamora: They really don't want any witnesses.
Star-Lord: Hey, we can keep a secret!
Drax: It is WE who shall leave no witnesses.
Drax: Their persistence is admirable.
Star-Lord: Too bad, 'cause I don't give up.
Gamora: I'd settle for a little less admirable right now.
Drax: We should alert the authorities of these events.
Gamora: They ARE the authorities!
Star-Lord: One problem at a time, Drax.
Rocket: Be ready: we'll be leaving hot!
Star-Lord: Just tell us when to go.
Gamora: Let's hope they don't chase us!
Drax: I am already hot with perspiration!
- Delay
(Delay 1.) Star-Lord: How exactly do we "release" these things?! → Rocket: What am I, a users' manual? Just shoot the flarkin' things!
(Delay 2.) Rocket: Those clamps are cold-rolled iridium, but they should be weak at the joint.
(Delay 3.) Rocket: Look for the spot where they clamp together and shoot!
- Milano freed
(The Milano gets released and falls.)
Star-Lord: My ship!!
Rocket: I got her!
Star-Lord: Careful! (Shoots corpsman behind him.)
Rocket: You wanna do it?!
(Drax beats up a corpsman as the Milano prepares to evacuate.)
Rocket: Get ready! Now! (More Nova Corpsmen show up behind him.) MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!!
Star-Lord: Go! I'll hold them back! (Shoots incoming enemies as he and the rest of the Guardians board the ship. The Milano escapes.)
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