Chapter 7: Canine Confusion/Script

The following is a verbal transcript of Chapter 7 from Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy.

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

Find a way out of jail

(Peter is awakened by a bunch of puppies.)
Star-Lord: Let me go! [loud gasp] What the- Hey there, little buddy. What're you doing there?
Rosson: You scuts got lucky.
Garek: Yeah. We almost murderized ya.
Drax: The word is murdered.
Rosson: That's what he said. Sheesh. No use being pediatric.
Drax: (sigh of disgust)
Star-Lord: Ah crap...
Garek: Woulda killed the lotta ya. But not you. Mr. Big Words. Nope. Lady H wanted you alive.
Rosson: But not too alive.
Drax: Then you have failed your mission. Miserably. Peter Quill, these lackluster bounty hunters claim Lady Hellbender hired them to kill us.
Garek: Hey, we ain't no slouches. We're part of a league, now. Heh.
Rosson: No, no, no. Not a league. It's a legion.
Garek: What's the difference?
Rosson: Don't know.
Garek: And don't care. 'Cause we ain't slouches.
Rosson: Most confirmed kills this side of Alpha Centauri.

• Stay out of it
• Recall Hellbender
• (...)

Star-Lord: Could you guys keep it down? I need to think.
Garek: Hope you think better than you fight.
Rosson: Ha! Because he couldn't fight very good. I get it.
Drax: Peter Quill is a mostly adequate warrior.
Star-Lord: Ouch, dude.
Drax: That was a compliment.

Star-Lord: You said yourself she'd hunt us to the end of the Universe.
Drax: I had hoped she'd send a monster. Not these two.
Rosson: We woulda murderized ya.
Garek: But don't worry. There's more coming.
Drax: Did you hear that, Peter Quill? A silver lining.
Star-Lord: Yeah, that's great Drax.

Garek: Whole lotta unconfirmed ones too.
Drax: Imbeciles. You've just confessed to crimes. While in custody.
Garek: No one heard us.
Rosson: Don't see nobody around.

Rosson: Won't be long in these clabber traps.
Garek: Not us, nuh uh. Friends'll be breaking us out soon.
Rosson: Real soon.
Garek: Then you'll wish we did kill yah.
Drax: Be silent!

Talk to Gamora

Star-Lord: Nice that you finally showed up. Would have been even nicer if you didn't abandon me in the first place.
Gamora: I never left.
Star-Lord: One minute we're having a great time, and the next - Wait a second. Did you use me as bait? Huh. Well, your plan worked. A little too well, seeing how we're in jail now.
Gamora: We're all in prisons of our own making, Peter.

Knock on glass

Star-Lord: Hey! This is a big mistake! I'm innocent! Cosmo? Are you out there? Cosmo?

Camera

Star-Lord: Hello? Cosmo? I really need to use the bathroom.

---

(Idle Garek and Rosson banter.)

Lady H

Garek: Reckon Lady H will get us out of here then?
Rosson: I reckon someone will.
Drax: Her name is Lady Hellbender.

Strategy 1

Garek: Should we be strategizing a defense. Just in case?
Rosson: Ain't never needed no strategy before, brother.

Strategy 2

Rosson: I been thinking. Know what's better than strategizing a way out?
Garek: Breaking a way out!
Rosson: Breaking a way out!
Garek: I like the way you think.

Bathroom 1

Garek: We should do the one where you pretend to go to the bathroom. Then SMASH!
Rosson: I really do need to go.
Garek: That's perfect then.

Bathroom 2

Rosson: Oy! I need to go to the bathroom!
Garek: I also need to go!
Drax: [exasperated growl]

Bathroom 3

Garek: Let me out or I will pee everywhere!
Rosson: I will also pee!
Drax: Do something, Peter Quill. I cannot take much more.

Bathroom 4

Rosson: I really do need to go.
Garek: Shhh. Don't give away the plan.
Drax: Imbeciles.

---

Rocket and Groot

Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Yeah! Get your mitts off of him!
Guard: Ow! The little bugger just scratched me!
Rocket: Oh, I'll do more than that! I'll murderize ya!
Drax: [heavy sigh]
Star-Lord: Hey, guys... Didn't expect to see you here.
Rocket: Cram it, flatnard!
Star-Lord: Flatnard?
Rocket: Yeah. A scruff-chewing one, too.
Guard: Shut up and get in there! (Pushes him inside the cell.)
Rocket: [snarls]
Star-Lord: Come on, dude, what's your problem?
Rocket: You are. That's why WE quit!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: YES YOU DID! Now stop talking to him!
Star-Lord: Rocket, buddy, come on. We had a good thing going. You and Groot are better than two-bit bounty hunters.
Rocket: Scoff.
Star-Lord: What did you say?
Rocket: I said "scoff."
Star-Lord: You don't say scoff, you just scoff.
Rocket: Oh, so now I don't express myself proper-like? [sighs] You know what, you're a real piece of woof.
Groot: I am Groot...
Rocket: Whaddya think I was gonna say?
Drax: I thought you were about to say woof.

• Defuse the situation
• Push back
• (...)

Star-Lord: Rocket. Dude. Woof!
Rocket: We should woofed you in when we woof the chance!
Groot: Woof am Groot!
Rocket: Like bark we are!
Star-Lord: You don't woof woof, woof!

Star-Lord: Bark! Bark!
Groot: Woof am Groot?
Rocket: I'm woofin' that too?
Star-Lord: Woof! I mean, man, bark!

Gamora: Can you woof woof it down?

Rocket: What? You barking fun of me? I told you a bajillion times, I'm not a woofing animal!
Star-Lord: Woof're you talking a-bark?
Rocket: YOU WOOFER-BARKER!
Groot: I am Woof!
Star-Lord: Bark woof! Woof bark!
Rocket: Snarl growl bark! Bark bark!
Star-Lord: Woof! Bark growl!
Rocket: Growl! Bay! Bark bark!

Cosmo

(The Guardians are snapped back to reality by Cosmo.)
Drax: What kind of sorcery is this? (Pushes the sleeping Rosson off of him.)
Gamora: Where are we?
Cosmo: You are of being still on Knowhere.
Star-Lord: Cosmo! How you doing, buddy? We were just about-- (Cosmo shoos the puppies away.)
Cosmo: Guardian of Galaxies will tell Cosmo why they broke into Continuum Cortex or Cosmo will conjure worse psychic gulag.
Star-Lord: Broke into the--
Cosmo: Do not feed Cosmo cat biscuit, Pyotr Quill. You work with Blood Brother. Create distraction so pesky raccoon and sentient tree friend can use Continuum Cortex. Perhaps for selfish reason. Cosmo also know Guardian of Galaxies have Nova tracker on ship...

• Sell out Rocket
• Stick together

Star-Lord: Whoa, whoa, whoa, we had nothing to do with them.
Rocket: Figures.
Cosmo: Is pesky raccoon not Guardian of Galaxies?
Star-Lord: Ask him. He's the one who quit.
Rocket: Yeah, so what if I did?! You're an incompetent leader, Quill!
Star-Lord: I'm incompetent? You're the one who got us into this mess!
Groot: I. Am. Groot! (Cosmo shakes his fur.) I am Groot.
Cosmo: Guardian of Galaxies were on Nova Rock?!

Star-Lord: Okay, I'm sure it's just one big misunderstanding. Right?
Rocket: Right.
Gamora: We're here because something happened on the Nov-- (Cosmo shakes his fur.)
Cosmo: Guardian of Galaxy were on Nova Rock?

Star-Lord: Yeah. We went to find Centurion Ko-Rel and pay our fine. Why?
Cosmo: Strange transmissions spreading across galaxy like rabbits in springtime. Cosmo send many team to investigate. None return. Now Nova Rock sending same signal... Guardian of Galaxy will tell Cosmo what they saw!
Drax: The Nova Corps were killing each other.
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: It was like they were drinking funky juice or something...
Rocket: Or joined a cult.
Gamora: Yeah. During that ritual. With the priest... They kept talking about a Promise...?
Cosmo: (Barks at worker.)
Worker: Right away, sir.
Cosmo: (Cycles between various organizations.)
Comm 1:
Fraternity of Raptors
Cult of the Negative Zone
Universal Church of Truth
Star-Lord: Whoa, whoa! Stop! (Tries to approach, but Cosmo barks at him.) That's them. And that old man that's with them--his shuttle exploded on the Hala's Hope.
Cosmo: "Grand Unifier Raker. Leader of Universal Church of Truths." This name ring bell for Cosmo... Is old cult. Very powerful during Galactic War. Now, not so much.
Gamora: You said The Rock was transmitting a signal... What if their religion were somehow--
Cosmo: Nyet. The Universal Church of Truths died with gold-skinned god.
Star-Lord: Let us investigate the Hala's Hope for you.
Drax: [grunt]
Rocket: (Glares at Peter.)
Groot: I am Groot?!
Gamora: What?!
Star-Lord: You said none of your teams returned, right? Seems to me like you're short-staffed. And we wanna find out what happened as much as you do.
Gamora: We do?
Star-Lord: So let us investigate for you.
Cosmo: Always catch with Pyotr Quill. And not fun kind with ball.
Comm 1: Ball! (Shoots out ball.)
Cosmo: (Catches ball.) What Guardian of Galaxies want in return?
Star-Lord: Simple. Drop the charges. Contact Nova Corps HQ and get the Worldmind to forgive our fine. Then we'll go.
Cosmo: Is not beings so easy...
Rocket: Face it, dog-breath. You need us.
Star-Lord: Us?
Rocket: For now. (Throws business card on table.) Unless you got someone else stupid enough to go.
(They both growl at each other.)
Cosmo: In Soviet Russia, Cosmo would not trust words of Capitalist scum. But this is not Motherland and Cosmo know power of collateral. Guardian ship stay on Knowhere.
Rocket: What?!
Star-Lord: You can't take our ship--
Rocket: My ship.
Star-Lord: --how are we gonna find the Hala's Hope?
Cosmo: Ask pesky raccoon. Now come. Essence is of time.

Elevator

Star-Lord: So... where are we going, exactly?
Cosmo: To original settlement. From early days. Before Tivan Group come.
Gamora: You mean the first mining colony is still here?
Cosmo: Da. Now abandoned. Mostly. And highly restricted.
Rocket: Scoff.

Enter the Continuum Cortex

Drax: This is the place you broke into?
Rocket: "Broke" implies it took effort.
Star-Lord: Wait. This is the Continuum Cortex?
Cosmo: Is best way to reach Nova ship before moves again.
Star-Lord: You found Ko-Rel?
Gamora: Where is she?
Cosmo: Nova ship currently in Elidra system. Orbiting mycop planet-
Rocket: Contraxia?!
Cosmo: Cosmo not surprised pesky Raccoon enjoy garbage planet.
Drax: Their restrooms do provide valuable information.
Cosmo: Entire planet now broadcast same signal as Nova Rock. Cosmo not understand purpose or intention.
Rocket: All them bars... and betting parlors... and brothels...
Gamora: Maybe it's not such a bad thing after all.
Cosmo: Cosmo pained to agree with assassin.
Rocket: You were having a great time when--
Gamora: Stop. Now.
Drax: Contraxia also has one good museum.

• Reassure Guardians
• Reassure Cosmo
• (...)

Star-Lord: We can find Ko-Rel and save Contraxia.
Gamora: Maybe we shouldn't make too many guarantees.
Star-Lord: We're THE GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY. This is what we do!
Drax: I am with you, Peter Quill!
Star-Lord: You are?
Drax: Of course. That was a rousing speech.
Rocket: Bootlicker.

Star-Lord: Don't worry, Cosmo. We'll get to the bottom of this weird broadcast.
Rocket: Or die trying...
Star-Lord: No way, dude. I've got your back.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Thanks, Groot. I know you do.

(...)

Gamora: How many people know about this place?
Rocket: Enough.
Cosmo: Is not broadcast across galaxy. But scientist come from many background.
Gamora: If Thanos had known this was here...
Cosmo: Pah. Dead titan king no longer concern for cause.
Drax: I am surprised the rodent was able to bypass your security systems.
Cosmo: Pesky raccoons are known for entering yards uninvited.
Rocket: Aw, is the puppy mad that I outsmarted him?
Cosmo: Cosmo's ancestor is wolf. Even human, like Pyotr Quill, fear wolf. Perhaps pesky raccoon need reminder.
Rocket: Bring it on, dog breath.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Forgive! [disgusted grunt] I'm here, ain't I?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: We ain't talking about this right now, okay?

Continuum Cortex

Star-Lord: So, what is this? Like another elevator?
Groot: I am-
Rocket: They'll figure it out.
Cosmo: Please to stand back, Guardian of Galaxies.
(A giant hand appears out of a portal.)
Star-Lord: Whoa!
Drax: What magnificent witchcraft is this?
Groot: I am Groot. [laughs]
Rocket: I know! It's like they've never seen a giant trans-dimensional hand before!
Cosmo: Please to step in palm.
Gamora: What if things go sideways? How do we get back?
Cosmo: With passport. Can communicate with Cosmo and... if emergency... bring Guardian of Galaxies back.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Better you take it than Captain Valor over here.
Cosmo: Is time. Investigate Nova ship. Use passport to report findings.
Star-Lord: And you'll speak to the Worldmind? Get rid of that fine, right?
Cosmo: Cosmo do best. Good luck, Guardian of Galaxies.
(The giant hand starts moving back into the portal.)
Star-Lord: Anyone see any seat belts?
Rocket: You better not throw up this time.
Groot: [Annoyed grunt]
(The Guardians go through the portal.)
Drax: This is--
Gamora: Sorcery?
Drax: I was going to say "dizzying."
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: You get used to it.
Drax: Are we in space?
Rocket: We're somewhere between space, between dimensions, between time, between realities, even.
Gamora: What do you mean, between?
Rocket: We could theoretically go where-ever and when-ever with this thing. Even to places that don't exist. But do.
Drax: The view is incredible.
Hulk: (Distant.) HULK SMASH!
Captain America: (Distant.) AVENGERS! ASSEMBLE!
Star-Lord: What kind of name is "Avengers"?
Chitauri: (Distant.) [reptilian hissing]
Gamora: Is that sound... normal?
Rocket: Normal? You ain't heard nothing yet.
Star-Lord: Pat Benatar and Joan Jett watch over us...
Chitauri: (Distant.) [reptilian growling]
Drax: Who are these gods you speak of?
Star-Lord: Goddesses.
Drax: (Distant.) [laughing]
Star-Lord: Uh, Drax...
Kamaria: (Distant.) [giggling]
Drax: I am not the one laughing. It is obviously an ill omen of our impending deaths.
Drax: (Distant.) No matter where you hide, little one, I will find you.
Kamaria: (Distant.) [giggling] No!
Gamora: Or it's an alternate reality.
Thanos: (Distant.) [laughing]
Drax: I know that sound...
Thanos: (Distant.) I am proud of you, daughter.
Gamora: Definitely an alternate reality.
Thanos: (Distant.) [laughing]
Unknown: (Distant.) Hey look! It's Spider-Man!
Star-Lord: Wait. Is that Earth?
Meredith: (Distant.) Peter!
Star-Lord: Mom?
Meredith: (Distant.) Come on! Your date for the prom is here! Come on in, Janey. Peter'll be up in a sec.
Star-Lord: Really? Janey?
Rocket: Okay, next stop, Hala's Hope. Probably. Hold on, Groot. Here we go.
(The Guardians go through another portal.)
Gamora: [gasps in surprise] Flarkin' Hala!
Drax: Morgath's breath!
Star-Lord: Okay, here we go!

Restore gravity

(The hand releases them inside the ship's airlock and disappears.)
Star-Lord: Woah!
Drax: This cannot be the correct--
Rocket: What the flark?!
Star-Lord: You guys okay?
Gamora: Do we look okay?
Star-Lord: Well, hang in there. I'll try to restore gravity.
Rocket: Oh great. We're gonna be stuck like this forever.
Star-Lord: Rocket, buddy? What am I looking for?
Rocket: Drax, tell Scut-Lord most ships use external power conduits to generate pseudogravity in hyperbaric airlocks.
Drax: The beast says to find a power conduit.
Star-Lord: Right... And what do those look like?
Rocket: Tell him any vestiges of power should show up on his visor. And to stop asking so many flarkin' questions and get us down from here!

Delay 1

Star-Lord: I'm not seeing anything useful.
Rocket: Somebody tell him I ain't gonna do all his work for him.
Gamora: Use your visor, Peter.

Delay 2

Rocket: Who's gonna remind him he's looking for a power conduit?
Drax: Peter Quill! You must find a power conduit!

Delay 3

Gamora: Have you checked the walls, Peter?

Scan power conduit

Star-Lord: Okay, I've got two conduits here.
Rocket: Someone tell him to turn them on!
Groot: I am Groot!
Star-Lord: Thanks, buddy!

Power conduit 1

Star-Lord: Nothing's happening.
Rocket: Gamora, tell him to check the power supply!
Star-Lord: It's empty.
Rocket: Then tell him to find a battery!
Gamora: Did you catch that?
Star-Lord: Yeah, yeah.

Power conduit 2

Star-Lord: No battery in this one, either.
Rocket: [irritated grumbling]

Delay 4

Rocket: Ugh. Someone tell him what he's looking for.
Drax: Peter Quill, you are supposed to be looking for... something.
Rocket: A battery! So we can get the lousy gravity going!

Delay 5

Rocket: Storm-Drain find a battery yet?
Drax: We are still floating. So, no.

Delay 6

Gamora: Peter. We need a battery to restore the gravity.

Scan battery 1

Star-Lord: That's no help.

Scan battery 2

Star-Lord: Nope, useless.

Scan battery 3

Star-Lord: Might be just what we need.
Rocket: Then pick it up already.
Star-Lord: All right, I'll have you guys on solid ground in a tick.

Pick up battery

• Interacted with power conduit
• Did not interact with conduit

Star-Lord: Okay. Got us a battery.
Rocket: Took him long enough.
Star-Lord: Hey, I'm trying, man.
Rocket: And we're still floating around.

Star-Lord: Found some kind of battery. Looks undamaged.
Rocket: Could be useful... Someone tell Scut-Lord to hold on to it.
Drax: Hold on to it, Peter Quill.

Wrong power conduit

Star-Lord: Uh... This isn't gonna work.
Rocket: Tell--
Gamora: Is there another conduit?

---

(Idle banter.)

Destruction

Drax: Something terrible happened here.
Gamora: What gave it away? The lack of gravity, or the general destruction?
Drax: Both are undeniable clues.

Dog report item

Drax: Dog report item--
Rocket: Who the flark are you talking to?
Drax: I am making mental notes of the investigation. It seems pertinent that a number of escape pods are missing.

Coming back

Gamora: Rocket, what were you two doing in the Cortex?
Rocket: Coming back from a job. A successful one.
Gamora: Why come back to Knowhere at all? I mean, if you really wanted to quit?
Rocket: The uh... client was there. Me and Groot had to get paid.

Arrest 1

Gamora: How'd you end up getting arrested, Rocket?
Rocket: We let them. Heard you three were in the clink, so we came to bust you out.
Drax: That is an obvious lie.

Arrest 2

Drax: I am surprised you were apprehended, rodent. Your deviousness is not often bested.
Rocket: They were waiting for us. We never had a chance to get away.

Transmission 1

Drax: The Dog mentioned an odd transmission. But I do not hear anything.
Rocket: Could be on a higher frequency. One only mutts can hear.

Transmission 2

Gamora: Maybe the transmission stopped when the power went out?
Drax: Dog report item: No auditory evidence of transmission.

Cosmo

Rocket: (Imitates Cosmo.) Da. Go do danger mission. Cosmo fix. Not to worry.
Drax: [laugh] An accurate impersonation. I am impressed.
Rocket: The mutt's playin' us for patsies!

Investigation

Rocket: Groot, call the mutt! Let him know his hand gave us the finger!
Gamora: You think insulting him will keep us out of jail?
Drax: We have not yet completed the investigation. We should wait.

Delaying

Gamora: Any day now, Peter.
Drax: Yes, our investigation cannot continue until we exit this room.
Rocket: Anyone else thinking Rocket should be the one with the rocket boots?

---

Power conduit

Star-Lord: Okay, I got the battery installed, Gamora. But nothing's happening.
Gamora: Seriously?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Ugh. Fine. I'll tell him... Listen up, slug breath! Tell me what you see.
Star-Lord: Uh... There's a blue wire. And two connections, yellow and red. And one big green thing.
Rocket: Don't touch the green thing!
Star-Lord: Not a great time to start yelling, dude!
Rocket: Okay, okay... First, plug the wire to either connection. All we need is a little jump start.
Star-Lord: To either one?
Rocket: It's not brain surgery. Just pick one!

Delay 1

Drax: I have begun to enjoy this weightlessness. It feels like when Hovat and I fell in love. We were shoved naked from a cliff in a Katathian mating ritual.
Groot: [drawn-out sigh of approval]
Rocket: Someone tell Quill to hurry up!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Weird isn't a strong enough word! Get him to hurry!

Delay 2

Gamora: Why isn't he doing anything?
Rocket: Just connect the wire, Quill! When nothing happens, you can try something else!
Star-Lord: What if something terrible happens?
Rocket: Then it hopefully only happens to you!
Star-Lord: Not super inspiring, dude!

Delay 3

Drax: You must make a decision, Peter Quill.
Gamora: Sooner rather than later.
Groot: I am Groot...
Rocket: You hear that? Groot ain't feeling so good!
Gamora: Is the oxygen running out?
Drax: Yes. The air is thinner.
Rocket: Stop hogging it all! Leave some of that for Groot!
Gamora: I don't think that's how it works.
Rocket: It might.

Delay 4

Gamora: Peter, we need to do something!
Rocket: Before Drax here suffocates us all!

Connect wire

Star-Lord: [groans] Here goes nothing.
(Before Peter can connect the wire to either connection, the ship trembles, making him drop the wire onto the green panel.)
Star-Lord: Oh... Crap!
(The airlock door opens, sucking everything out into space.)
Rocket: You touched the green thing, didn't you!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Flarking great, Quill!
Star-Lord: [cries out in fear] (Catches and hangs onto a wire.) Everybody... just... hold... on...
Rocket: (Slips and starts falling.) Groot! [struggling]
Groot: I am Groot! (Catches Rocket.)
Gamora: Peter! I'm--[gasp] I'm slipping!
Drax: [screams]
Rocket: [screams]
Gamora: [screams]
Groot: I am--
Star-Lord: (Peter's guns begin to transform.) What the--woah! (Starts to fall.) Ah cr-- (Shoots a lightning shot at the conduit, closing the airlock door before anyone is sucked out.)
(Everyone hits the airlock door.)
Gamora: [heavy impact grunt]
Rocket: [heavy impact grunt]
Star-Lord: [heavy impact grunt]
Drax: [heavy impact grunt]
Groot: [heavy impact grunt]
Drax: The gravity was not restored.
Rocket: You had one job, Quill.
Star-Lord: I did exactly wh--
(Everyone falls onto the floor.)
Star-Lord: [grunt]
Rocket: [grunt]
Drax: [grunt]
Groot: [grunt]

Investigate the Hala's Hope

Drax: Impressive, Peter Quill.
Gamora: I didn't know you could do that.
Star-Lord: Neither did I.
Drax: Those firearms are becoming quite formidable.
Gamora: Second time they've transformed like that.
Star-Lord: Third.
Gamora: If that was the third time, when was the first?
Star-Lord: The day I was kidnapped... when my mom died...

Wreckage

Drax: We should continue our investigation for the dog.
Gamora: We'll need to get this wreckage out of the way first.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot's right. Should move if we give it a jolt.

Delay 1

Rocket: Someone tell Quill we should move this so we can get moving.

Delay 2

Drax: I do not believe I could move this equipment.

Delay 3

Gamora: Can't you do something about this scut in our way, Peter?

---

(Idle banter.)

Cosmo

Rocket: If I had any units, I'd bet that mutt knew what we were getting into here.
Drax: He did not require much convincing.

Survivors

Gamora: Wonder how many made it out alive?
Rocket: Not many.
Drax: Explain your pessimism.
Rocket: Alive people let someone know they're alive. And the mutt said he ain't heard from nobody.

Common ground

Drax: Tell me more about this job, rodent.
Rocket: Why?
Drax: I am attempting to find common ground with you.
Rocket: Think the gravity's still out in your brain there, pal.

Blood Brothers

Rocket: Who were those big red chumps you tussled with?
Gamora: Couple of idiots called the Blood Brothers. Lady Hellbender sent them.
Rocket: Guess she's still sore, then?
Drax: The Monster Queen's rage is unending.

Guns

Gamora: I wonder what else Peter's guns can do.
Rocket: If he'd let me look at them, I could tell ya.

---

Code word

Gamora: Should we call Cosmo? Let him know what we've found so far?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: What do you mean a code word?
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Fine! Groot won't call the mutt until we all agree on a code word.
Gamora: Could be useful if we get cornered by whatever's on the ship.
Rocket: How about "Quill Kill?"
Drax: Not covert enough. It must be something said in everyday conversation.
Rocket: Easy. We went on a dumb mission, and Quill kill-ed us.

• Sweep the leg
• Ride the stars
• (...)

Star-Lord: The code word is "sweep the leg."

Star-Lord: Oh! Oh! The code word is "ride the stars."

Gamora: I can see us saying that.
Star-Lord: Forget the code word for now. Come on.

Star-Lord: And we should hold off calling Cosmo until we figure out what's going on.
Drax: We should also standardize our use of the term "dog report item." To distinguish information of interest to our investigation.
Star-Lord: Yep. Sure thing, buddy.

Rocket

Drax: Dog report item: Something caused Nova Corps to abandon their ship.
Rocket: Maybe they all just quit.
Gamora: Some people don't give up when things start going wrong.
Rocket: Was that a crack?
Drax: No, it was a pointed criticism.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: They're upset? How'd you think I feel?
Gamora: Pretty happy, considering you're not in jail.

• Defend Rocket
• Refocus investigation
• (...)

Star-Lord: Guys! Rocket left, but he's back now. That's all that matters.
Drax: What of the dog's investigation?
Gamora: And whether or not Nikki and Ko-Rel are okay?
Star-Lord: Fine. Multiple things matter.

Star-Lord: Can we just focus on what happened here?
Drax: I agree. The dog's investigation is our priority.
Star-Lord: And finding out what happened to Ko-Rel and Nikki.

Rocket: Eh. Me and Groot would've busted out of there soon enough.
Drax: I think you underestimate the dog's sorcery.

Floor grate

Star-Lord: (Selects Drax.) Drax, gonna need your stomping powers here.
Drax: Of course. If you believe it will lead to a clue.

Rumble 1

(Rumble 1.) Rocket: That ain't good! → Drax: What was it? → Rocket: I don't know, but I think it shook a couple of my teeth loose.
(Rumble 2.) Gamora: Did you guys feel that too?
(Rumble 3.) Drax: This ship is not stable.
(Rumble 4.) Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: Relax! Rumbling's probably just an engine problem. We'll be fine.
(Rumble 5.) Drax: The time between rumbles is consistent. → Rocket: You been counting? → Drax: Yes.

Door

Rocket: This is the only way out. But the door's got no juice. Must be on a different circuit.
Gamora: Can't you transfer power to it?
Rocket: I'm not the one with the zappy guns!

Power door

Rocket: That'll do it.

Rumbling

Gamora: Why does that keep happening?
Star-Lord: There! You all felt that right?
Gamora: Yep.
Star-Lord: The same thing happened when I tried to restore the gravity.
Rocket: It ain't never his fault, is it, Groot?

Signs of struggle

Gamora: D'ast... Looks just like what happened on the Rock!
Drax: Indeed. There was a desperate attempt at a last defensive position.
Rocket: Good bottleneck for it.
Gamora: All the blaster scorch marks are from standard issue Nova rifles.
Drax: Dog Report Item: Belligerents are using similar weapons.

• Wonder about bodies
• Wonder about the ship
• (...)

Star-Lord: If this was a fight, then where are the bodies?
Gamora: Good point. There weren't any in the evacuation hangar, either.
Star-Lord: Maybe everyone escaped?
Gamora: I wouldn't get your hopes up, Peter.

Star-Lord: Everything that happened seems to be connected to this ship.
Rocket: Maybe your girlfriend went crazy after seeing you...
Drax: I doubt Peter Quill could inspire this level of mutiny.

Rocket: So what does that mean?
Gamora: It means more infighting between Nova Corps.
Drax: Our evidence is circumstantial. We must continue our investigation.
Rocket: Or look for another way off this ship.

Star-Lord: Okay, we need to get to Ko-Rel's office.
Rocket: Someone tell Quill--
Star-Lord: Come on, dude! Can't we just talk to each other?
Rocket: Fine. You do know your girlfriend probably didn't make it.
Drax: Now you are just being spiteful.

Brainstorming

Rocket: Still nothing but emergency power.
Drax: Dog report item: Power outage in several sections of the ship.
Star-Lord: What are we missing? Let's run through it all.
Rocket: We got arrested by your girlfriend.
Drax: As did the Churchman - Grand Unifier Raker. And then his ship exploded.
Star-Lord: So maybe that's where it started. Raker might have had something on his ship.
Rocket: A gas maybe. The explosion could have released it.
Gamora: I've used something like that before.
Rocket: Right. Pump it into the vents and it spreads through the ship.
Star-Lord: Should we be worried?
Gamora: If we haven't already gone crazy, we might be safe.

Rumble 2

(Rumble 1.) Drax: Perhaps Lady Hellbender sent a worthy beast to devour us. → Rocket: Oh yeah? And how would she know we were here? → Drax: It is said the Monster Queen has eyes across the galaxy.
(Rumble 2.) Star-Lord: That's not good.
(Rumble 3.) Star-Lord: Maybe something is attacking the ship? → Rocket: Nah. That ain't exactly a ballistic reaction.
(Rumble 4.) Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: If there was a breach, we'd already be dead.
(Rumble 5.) Star-Lord: We need to find out what's causing this.
(Rumble 6.) Rocket: Eh. We're doomed no matter what.

Door

• Have passkey
• Don't have passkey

Star-Lord: (Uses Nikki's passkey to open the door.) Knew this would come in handy.
Rocket: Where'd you get a Nova passkey?
Star-Lord: Nikki gave it to me. To keep it away from her mom.
Rocket: We could sell that! It must be worth a couple thousand units!
Gamora: Do you know what Nova Corps does to people who steal from them?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Look around! How much you wanna bet there aren't enough Nova left to execute us?!

Rocket: Weird. This door's got power. But it still won't open.
Star-Lord: Is there anything we can do?
Rocket: Don't look like it.

Enter passageway

Drax: What do you hope to find here, Peter Quill?
Star-Lord: Nikki had all kinds of secret passageways on the ship. Maybe she left a message or something.
Drax: You are fond of this girl.
Star-Lord: I guess--I mean--We actually had a lot in common. Kinda reminded me of me, you know?
Drax: I do not know.
Star-Lord: It doesn't matter. I just want to make sure her and her mom are okay.

Unsafe

Rocket: (Off-screen.) Now we're exploring maintenance tunnels?
Gamora: (Off-screen.) It can't hurt, can it? Better we check than miss something.
Rocket: (Off-screen.) This place don't look too safe, is all.

Nikki

Rocket: (Off-screen.) So what's the deal with Quill and that kid anyway? The cadet.
Gamora: (Off-screen.) I don't know. I thought he tried to save her just to impress Ko-Rel.
Groot: (Off-screen.) I am Groot.
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Whaddya mean it worked? There's a tracker on my ship!

Finding

Gamora: (Off-screen.) I wonder if they'll find anything?
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Like a way to turn the power back on?
Gamora: (Off-screen.) Or some kind of hint to what happened.

Drax's Rap Sheet

Star-Lord: No way. Drax's rap sheet? He's gotta see this.

Spot corpse

Star-Lord: Oh no! Please don't...

Examine corpse

Drax: Did you know this maintenance worker, Peter Quill?
Star-Lord: No...
Drax: You seem relieved.
Star-Lord: I am...
Rocket: What the flark are you two doing? Let's go already!

Trust

Rocket: Wish I knew the layout of this tub better. Then we could figure out where this started. You know where we are, Gamora?
Gamora: Not really. Nova never really let me out of their sight.
Drax: They had good reason to not trust you.
Gamora: This again?
Drax: I was only stating that Nova's position of not trusting you was accurate. At the time. You have since proved yourself a worthy ally.

• Refocus investigation
• Build up team
• (...)

Star-Lord: Here's the deal. We figure out what is going on here, and then we can figure out how to work better together.
Gamora: So, just ignore the obvious while it's inconvenient?
Star-Lord: Yes! First thing we do when we get back on the Milano is have a big talk. Pinkie swear.
Drax: That is the weakest of the digits.

Star-Lord: The longer we bicker, the more we might miss.
Gamora: Very inspirational.
Rocket: You get that off a placemat?
Star-Lord: All I'm saying is we're in this up to our necks, and we'll need to work together to get out of it.

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Oh yeah, Green Team is a great example to follow. I really admire the both of them. They're so mature.

---

(Idle banter.)

Keeping track

Drax: Dog report item: Strange rumbling on ship continues.
Rocket: Maybe keep track of your items mentally?
Drax: That is what I am doing.
Gamora: He means- never mind.

Rumbling

Gamora: What is causing that rumbling?
Rocket: It feels... mechanical somehow.
Gamora: Could it be related to the power being out?
Rocket: [gasp] Flark! Maybe the ship's reactor is about to explode!

Signs

Gamora: Strange. I'd have expected more signs of fighting.
Drax: It does seem localized to the one area.

Gravity

Gamora: This frigate is one of the most stable in Nova's armada. The rumbling doesn't make sense.
Drax: Perhaps Contraxia's gravity is crushing the ship.
Rocket: No way. We'd be dead already.
Drax: You would. My frame would survive.

Hungry

Drax: I should have used the opportunity on Knowhere to eat.
Gamora: Me too. Would've loved a bowl of their noodles. They're the greatest.
Rocket: Nah, those Foom Pies are the greatest.
Drax: This whole situation could have been avoided if we had gone after Fin Fang Foom.

Abandoned

Drax: I find it strange that this area is abandoned.
Gamora: There has to be someone on this ship.
Rocket: Probably waiting for us with guns drawn, ready to blast us as soon as we turn a corner.

Empty

Drax: Dog Report Item: No sign of anyone so far.
Gamora: Didn't you add that one already?
Drax: If I did, it is worth repeating.

Quarantine Zone

Drax: Perhaps this all began in the Quarantine Zone.
Rocket: What do you mean?
Drax: It is a logical point of origin. This ship and Raker were both there.
Gamora: And so were we...

Worldmind

Gamora: I wonder if the ship's connection to the Worldmind has also been severed.
Rocket: If we find some kind of console I can check.

Getting close

Drax: The rumbling appears to be getting louder.
Rocket: Gotta be getting close to whatever's causing it.
Gamora: Be ready for anything.

---

Reactor core

Gamora: No wonder we've been stumbling around in the dark.
Rocket: Whoa-ho-ho! Look at you, you sexy beast.
Star-Lord: Stop flirting, Rocket. Is it supposed to be upside-down?
Rocket: Only if you wanted to channel all the ship's power up through the ceiling. Makes no sense to me.
Star-Lord: There must be a reason. A bad one. Try that console.
Rocket: We can use this to re-invert the core... or de-invert? Dee-vert?
Star-Lord: Rocket.
Rocket: The console's safety-locked because the mounting arms are retracted. If we can pop them out of them side panels, we can flip the core.

Extend the mounting arms

Delay 1

Drax: It is time--
Rocket: Here it comes.
Drax: --for Peter Quill's mask to guide us with its mysterious power.
Rocket: Ain't nothing mysterious about it! I programmed the d'astin' thing.

Delay 2

Rocket: We gotta get them arms out.
Star-Lord: Yup. I'm working on it.
Gamora: I could probably get you up higher for a better view.

Use console

Rocket: Quill, stop flarkin' around. It ain't gonna work without the arms.

Scan console

Star-Lord: Safety-locked.
Rocket: That's what I said. Wait... did you really just use your visor to check if I was lying?

Scan mounting arms

Star-Lord: Huh. Looks like the arms are stuck without any power.
Rocket: I bet we could jump-start them.
Star-Lord: How?
Rocket: Gotta be a power cell somewhere.

Scratched plating 1

• Groot
• Gamora
• Drax
• Rocket

Star-Lord: Groot. See a way to help me up?
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Nothing for him to latch onto, Quill.

Star-Lord: There's gotta be more machinery up there. Gamora, give me a boost?
Gamora: Of course.

Star-Lord: Drax, can you get me up there?
Drax: Ah! You wish for me to throw you?
Star-Lord: On second thought, no.

Star-Lord: Rocket? Help me up?
Rocket: Sure, I'll just stick a grenade under your butt and see what happens.
Star-Lord: Never mind.

Spot electrical switch

Star-Lord: Definitely something up here.
Drax: Obviously.

Scan electrical switch

Star-Lord: Yep. Found the power cell.
Rocket: Just gotta power it up and the arm should extend.

Freeze electrical switch

Star-Lord: Well, that didn't work.
Rocket: What are you doing up there?
Star-Lord: Experimenting!

Delay

Rocket: Quill, try zapping the cell. Maybe that'll be enough to reset the arm.
Star-Lord: Yeah, good idea.

Power electrical switch 1

Star-Lord: Hell yeah! It worked!
Rocket: You know, them guns would make better engineering tools than weapons.
Star-Lord: Nice try. Let's get the other one free.

Scratched plating 2

Star-Lord: Alright, Gamora. Let's get the second one done.
Gamora: Okay.

Power electrical switch 2

Rocket: That did it! Get back down here!

Fight

Rocket: Now let's see what we can--oh scut.
Gamora: Guys! We've got incoming!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Yeah, it's more of them infected freaks!
Star-Lord: Man, I was hoping we'd find Nova Corps here, but not like this!
Gamora: Now we know who inverted the core... but why?

Star-Lord: Definitely not the Nova Corps I was hoping to find here.
Gamora: No, but they're exactly who I expected!
Drax: At last! I was growing bored!
Rocket: See a stupid helmet, shoot a stupid helmet!

Star-Lord: Kind of nervous shooting around a ship's reactor! / Who starts a gun fight near a reactor core?!
Gamora: They don't seem to be bothered by it!
Rocket: I don't think these goons care about the risks! / It's... probably shielded against blaster fire.
Drax: If it explodes, at least our opponents will perish with us!

Gamora: I hope we didn't fight alongside any of these guys in the war. / Some of these people may have been war heroes!
Star-Lord: I don't think they're in there anymore! / It's us or them, and it's not going to be us!
Drax: Consider this a mercy!
Rocket: We'll make sure they get a heroic death!

Gamora: I hate banging up my sword on Nova Corps gear. / Stupid Nova Corps armor. Remind me to sharpen my blades.
Drax: A dull blade just means you will need to stab harder!
Rocket: We survive all this scut and I'll make you a new one. A bigger one. Maybe with guns on it. / Try slicing the joints. Preferably the neck joint!
Star-Lord: I think we're all gonna need some repairs after this!

Drax: They seek to reverse our progress! / They have come to defend the core!
Star-Lord: Not gonna happen!
Gamora: They will die for it! / Good! That means we disrupted something!
Rocket: We ain't lettin' 'em flip it back over again!

Drax: Will this be added to our permanent records? / Attacking Nova Corps could raise our fine!
Star-Lord: This isn't Nova Corps! They can't hold us responsible!
Rocket: I ain't worried about the legal ramifications of not getting murdered! / They charged at us! We have a right to defend ourselves, don't we?
Gamora: Tear into them! Cosmo's going to give us a clean slate.

Rocket: Don't know which bugs me more - Nova space cops or Nova space cult! / These freaky Novas ain't much of an improvement over the real ones!
Star-Lord: Come on, there's a big difference!
Gamora: At least you can reason with the real ones!
Drax: These do not fight with rules or honor! / This is Nova Corps unrestrained!

Rocket: I'd bet on our tech over that Nova junk any day! / We ain't losin' to a bunch of subpar Nova Corps garbage-tech!
Star-Lord: Don't get cocky! These guys are tough! / Don't ever let the Worldmind hear you say that!
Drax: Our brains are the superior technology!
Gamora: Don't underestimate the Nova Force!

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: No, they ain't cops, Groot! They're freaks!

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Think of 'em as an invasive species, Groot!

Fight ends

Gamora: Did you notice the rumbling stopped when we flipped the reactor away from the ceiling?
Drax: We must find a way up there and discover why. For the dog report.
Star-Lord: Rocket, what's that console telling you?
Rocket: That you should come do the honors.
Star-Lord: Okay...

Activate the console

Delay

Rocket: Just hit the button when you're ready, Quill.

Use console

(The entire platform starts ascending.)
Gamora: Whoa...
Rocket: Surprise! This whole thing's a lift. We can ride it all the way up there.
Star-Lord: I guess Nova grunts and grease monkeys don't get the cool flying suits.
Rocket: Typical. Nobody respects their engineers these days. If you want efficiency, you gotta make sure your experts get the proper equipment to move freely around the ship.

Fight

Rocket: Whoa! Flark!
Star-Lord: Locking clamps! They're shutting us down!
Drax: More freaks approach!
Rocket: Flarkers de-re-inverted the core again!
Star-Lord: We'll just have to re-de-re-invert it back!
Gamora: After we take some heads!

Star-Lord: Some of these guys got upgrades, huh? / Careful, they're bringing out the big guns!
Rocket: Finally, they're speakin' my language!
Gamora: Trust me, those Nova Corps cannons will take your head off!
Drax: Good! I might actually feel their pathetic attacks! / Only a coward hides behind such machinery!

Star-Lord: Take 'em down before we alert the whole ship! / What happened? Did we trip an alarm?!
Gamora: Looks like we're doing this the loud way! / Yeah, I think we just stomped all over the element of surprise!
Drax: Yes! Bring more! Let us even the odds!
Rocket: We cut power to their secret science project! They're gonna be pissed!

Gamora: I hate dealing with fanatics! / Starting to wonder if there's anybody left in Nova Corps who isn't crazy!
Drax: Their madness ends today! / Their sanity has little impact on their combat prowess!
Star-Lord: Horror movie rules, people. Do what you gotta do to survive!
Rocket: Feels like the crazies outnumber us sane people in this galaxy. Die, you flarker! Hahahah!

Drax: I will handle them all! Do not let them distract you! / I will deal with these fools! Continue with your investigation!
Star-Lord: Thanks Drax, but I don't think well with people trying to shoot me! / Nope! Bad idea! Deal with the murder squad first!
Gamora: Riiiight. Because who doesn't want to get shot in the back? Stay on them!
Rocket: Yeah, hard pass, Drax the Delusional!

Rocket: What did Cosmo send us into? / Startin' to think we were suckers for takin' this deal!
Drax: Dog report item: The locals appear hostile!
Gamora: This just proves the dog was right! / We knew what we were signing up for!
Star-Lord: Let's just get it done!

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, just try not to get shot by the big guns, bud!

Fight ends

Star-Lord: Alright, let's get those clamps off so we can keep moving.
Drax: I will tear them from their sockets.
Rocket: Ain't gonna work, muscle-head. But this time we've got a control room to play with. Looks like I can remove the clamps from here.
Drax: Good. We will not be stopped by clamps.
Rocket: Gah! Sneaky d'astbags. They scrambled the power circuits so I can't release them.
Drax: I grow tired of these clamps!
Rocket: Gonna have to reroute the circuits one by one to reset the power grid. Here, I'll get the door for you. You should be able to see the grid with your visor.
Star-Lord: Okay, visor's up. Now what?
Rocket: You should see power grids along the walls around here... find their powered-up nodes.
Star-Lord: Looking for glowy power nodes.
Rocket: Right. When you find them, you need to electrify the junction switch in the direction you want the power to flow.
Star-Lord: Shoot them with electricity?
Rocket: Yeah. We're aiming for big, glowing lines routing back towards the clamps in the middle.

Reroute the circuits

---

(Idle banter.)

Insinuation

Rocket: Everybody stay alert. Quill has a knack for pushing the wrong buttons or crossing the wrong wires.
Drax: The small, hairy one is insinuating that you are bad luck.
Star-Lord: Funny how the small, hairy one is always right there guiding me.
Drax: Peter Quill is insinuating that you, weasel, could be the cause of our problems.
Rocket: Ugh. Hurry it up, Quill. Lumpy's bugging everybody with his color commentary.

Professionals

Rocket: Kinda wondering why Cosmo didn't fetch a bunch of his muscle and do this himself.
Drax: It is simple. He required professionals.
Rocket: Yeah, the pooch who don't even need to lift a paw to take down Lady Hellbender's invincible goons needs us. Real likely.
Drax: Good. We agree on something.

Sabotage

Drax: Perhaps the Nova-killer knows how to redirect these machines. She has experience.
Gamora: I was an assassin, not a saboteur.
Rocket: Same results either way, right?
Gamora: Would you rather paint with a paintbrush or a mop?
Rocket: Neither. I use explosives. Somebody else does the mopping.

Recharging

Gamora: So any guesses on what they're doing with all that power?
Drax: Perhaps they are recharging their personal devices.
Gamora: Their what?
Drax: Their electronic tablets and assorted communication gadgetry.
Gamora: And you think they would need power from the ship's core for that.
Drax: I am no expert in Nova technology.

Dimension travel

Gamora: You know, normally you're not supposed to travel through dimensions without a quarantine and a decompression on the other side.
Drax: Should we be concerned?
Gamora: Just keep an eye out for warning signs. Mental degradation. Paranoia. Aggressive behavior.
Rocket: I feel like that's already an accurate description of our team. How would we tell?

Groot

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: A Groot in Nova Corps? Yeah, right.
Gamora: It would have been possible. They try to recruit Corpsmen from any world in good standing.
Rocket: Well too bad. Groot's the last one. And he's too smart to ever sign up with them scutholes.

Ko-Rel

Rocket: So, is there any chance of Quill getting back together with Lady Law?
Star-Lord: Oh, she's no lady.
Gamora: She'd never set her standards that low anyway.
Star-Lord: That's factually untrue!

Hala's Hope

Rocket: What does "Hala's Hope" do, anyways? Other than being a giant pain in the tail?
Gamora: It's a peacekeeping ship.
Drax: Capable of extreme violence.
Gamora: That's the whole idea. A deterrent if it has to move in to mediate a conflict.
Rocket: Sounds boring.
Star-Lord: Ko-Rel would probably agree with you.

Visor

Gamora: This would go a lot faster if we all had the ability to scan.
Rocket: Yeah, you got any priceless lattice-hex tsornadium crystals laying around, I'll gladly build you one.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: No, we ain't got any! We only had the one.
Drax: What do your goggles do?
Rocket: That's classified.

Mission

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot's right. Maybe we should just call Cosmo, tell him we tried, and port the flark outta here. It ain't our fault scut was locked down.
Drax: We will not fail at our mission.
Rocket: I mean, that sounds great and all, but we usually fail at our missions.
Drax: Not this time. Our work here is important.

---

Delay 1

Star-Lord: Maybe I can get up higher to see what's going on.
Gamora: Any ideas?
Star-Lord: Working on it.

Delay 2

Rocket: Keep scanning the room. There's gotta be a way up.

Scan mooring 1

Star-Lord: Groot, I think I have an idea...
Groot: I am Groot?

Mooring 1

Star-Lord: (Selects Groot.) Use your roots to raise that platform with me on it. Kind of a... Groot root-boost thing.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: He's eager to try the Groot root-boost.

Root-boost

Star-Lord: Just about there.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Neat trick! Groot loves being helpful.
Star-Lord: He's always helpful.

Spot electrical junction 1

Star-Lord: That's gotta be one of the power nodes. Just need to reroute it.

Scan electrical junction

Star-Lord: Yeah, that's what I'm looking for.

Power electrical junction 1

Star-Lord: Did that do anything?
Rocket: Not yet. You'll have to reroute a couple of them.

Scan security hatchway

Star-Lord: Looks like the wall's weak here...

Security hatchway

• Groot
• Gamora
• Drax
• Rocket

Star-Lord: Groot, can you get me a peek inside this wall?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He don't do walls, Quill.

Star-Lord: Gamora, can you pry this wall open?
Gamora: No, I'd just end up wrecking my blade.

Star-Lord: Drax, I need a hole here to reach the grid.
Drax: Then you will have one.

Star-Lord: Rocket, can you blast through the wall here?
Rocket: We're trying to reroute the power, Quill, not blow up the whole grid.

Spot electrical junction 2

Star-Lord: That's another power node.

Power electrical junction 2

Rocket: I see it now! You've got half of it re-routed. Now work on the other room.
Star-Lord: Okay, I'm getting the hang of this. Might be gunning for your job, soon.
Rocket: You wanna trade? I'm happy to sit in the captain's seat.
Drax: You frequently sit in the captain's seat.
Star-Lord: I did not just hear that.

Reroute the remaining circuits

Spot electrical junction 3

Star-Lord: Uh-huh. Another power node.

Door

Star-Lord: Got a locked door. Can you open it?
Rocket: No. Can you route power to it?
Star-Lord: Not from here. I'll try to find a way around.

Scan mooring 2

Star-Lord: Oh boy. Groot's gonna be happy.

Mooring 2

• Groot
• Gamora
• Drax
• Rocket

Star-Lord: Groot! Need your help, buddy. Root-boost, please.
Groot: I am Groot!

Star-Lord: Gamora. Think you can lift this panel with me on it?
Gamora: How about no?

Star-Lord: Drax. Gonna need you to use your roots to boost me up there.
Drax: He is teasing you, tree. This is your task.

Star-Lord: Rocket, think you can boost me up there? Maybe with some--
Rocket: I don't think so?

Enter room

Star-Lord: Okay. I bet I can reroute the power to get myself back out of here.
Rocket: Solid plan.

Components

Star-Lord: Hell yeah. Who's smarter than Nova Corps?

Window

Star-Lord: Oooh! Hey there!
Gamora: Anyone else feeling ready to move on?
Rocket: Yup.
Drax: Indubitably.

Spot electrical junction 4

Star-Lord: That should be the last one. Let's get you rerouted.

Power other door

Star-Lord: Huh. What did that open?

Power electrical junction 3

Rocket: Looks like you did it, Star-Pants! Now get into the control room and hit that clamp release. I'll re-re-invert the core at the same time and get us moving again.

Activate the lift

Power door

Star-Lord: Door's open. And I got the power flowing through.
Rocket: Almost qualified to be a junior engineer.
Star-Lord: Thanks?

Depower electrical junction

Rocket:
(Depower 1.) Quill, I think you had it right the first time.
(Depower 2.) You're messing up your own progress, Quill. Is that intentional? → Star-Lord: Maybe.

Use console

Star-Lord: The clamps are un-clamped!
Rocket: Slick. Now get back in here before we leave you behind.
Star-Lord: Yeah, let's see how far you get without your button-pusher.

Find out what happened here

(Lift starts moving again.)
Gamora: Now that we know the infected Nova are here, we can agree that whatever's going on upstairs is really bad, right?
Drax: They were furious when we removed their power source. It must be important to their effort here.
Star-Lord: Can't wait to smash it, whatever it is.
Rocket: And then get back to Cosmo for our reward.
(Lift stops.)
Star-Lord: Alright, this is our floor.

Doors

Drax: These doors are sealed tight!
Gamora: Just look for another way out.

Scan reactor grate

Star-Lord: Okay, this has potential...

Reactor grate

• Groot
• Gamora
• Drax
• Rocket

Star-Lord: Groot, think you can get some vines into that thing and push it open?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: That's a no, Quill.

Star-Lord: Gamora, can you pry that thing open for us?
Gamora: And bend my sword? No.

Star-Lord: Drax, hit that panel where all the wires connect.
Drax: [laugh] Step aside.

Star-Lord: Rocket, can you pop open that panel?
Rocket: Nope, don't have the right tools for that.

Onwards

Star-Lord: (To himself.) Come out to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs...
(Loud noise comes from behind them.)
Gamora: What's that?
Star-Lord: Oh. Nothing.
Gamora: No, that. They must have flipped the core back. Something's powering up again.
Star-Lord: Yay.

Apology

(Platform behind them collapses.)
Rocket: Great. Now we're stuck in the ventilation. Great job, Quill.
Star-Lord: Dude. I know you're peeved. And I'm sorry.
Rocket: Apology accepted.
Gamora: Really? That's it?
Rocket: In case you hadn't noticed, there's more important things happening right now than Quill saying he's sorry.

Siphoning apparatus

(A massive siphoning device comes into view.)
Star-Lord: Whoa!
Rocket: Flarkin' scut! What are these fraklan gaboons doing to Contraxia?!
Star-Lord: What is this thing, Rocket?!
Rocket: I dunno! Looks like it's siphoning something!
Gamora: Something to do with those cubes?!
Rocket: Dunno! I gotta get a closer look!
Drax: Peter Quill! We have been in this hangar before!
Star-Lord: Hey! Remember the weird ceremony that priest was leading on the Rock?!
Drax: Yes! His red robes are burned into my memory!
Rocket: Yeah, yeah! He had some kinda device sucking the life out of those brainwashed bucketheads! Is that what they're doing to Contraxia?!
Gamora: No way to know! Not from up here! It's like they're stocking up on something!

Siphon activating

Rocket: What the flark?
Groot: I am Groot?!

Energy

Drax: Dog Report item: Massive device siphoning energy from Contraxia.
Gamora: Don't forget the energy cubes.
Drax: Dog Report item: Energy stored in strange cubes.

Loud

(Loud 1.) Gamora: What the--!? → Star-Lord: Flark! → Drax: Dog report item! → Rocket: Scut that's loud!
(Loud 2.) Star-Lord: Flark! → Drax: Madness! → Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: Hold onto what!?
(Loud 3.) Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: Thanks for the heads up, bud!
(Loud 4.) Gamora: Incoming! → Star-Lord: You mean outgoing?! → Rocket: It's flarkin' both!
(Loud 5.) Drax: Is there no way to stop it! → Rocket: Yes, blow it up! → Gamora: No! → Star-Lord: No! Too dangerous, Rocket!
(Loud 6.) Rocket: Ugh! My insides shake every time!
(Loud 7.) Drax: Dog report item! Another blast!
(Loud 8.) Star-Lord: Flark that's loud!

---

(Idle banter.)

Industrious

Drax: Whoever did this is industrious.
Rocket: You praising them?
Drax: I am recognizing a vast amount of work completed in a short time.

Contraxia

Rocket: Poor, good old Contraxia.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: How can being shot by a giant vacuum ray "not be that bad?"

Loudness

Gamora: I can't get over how loud that thing is.
Drax: I shall add this to my report.
Rocket: Ain't it already in your report?
Drax: I shall add it again!

Milano

Rocket: If we had the Milano, I could drag one of these battery things aboard.
Gamora: You could?
Rocket: I mean, we could. Me and Drax.
Drax: Perhaps if you asked nicely.

Batteries

Gamora: Any idea why they need so many of these batteries, Rocket?
Rocket: Nope. But I know it's gonna suck for us.
Drax: Dog report item: The future may be terrible.

Contraxians

Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: You think this is loud, imagine being planet-side. Contraxians were awful, but they don't deserve this.

Radiation

Gamora: You sure it's safe for us to be around these batteries, Rocket?
Rocket: Nope. If the weirdos don't kill us, the radiation might. Who knows?

Hair

Drax: The energy in this hangar is causing my hair to stand on end.
Rocket: Oh, yeah, my fur's frizz- Wait a tick. You're as bald as an asteroid.
Drax: Not true. My legs are covered in a fine down.

Agreement

Drax: I still do not understand what could lead to all this.
Gamora: Some kind of mutiny. But it doesn't add up for me either.
Drax: Dog report item: the assassin and I agree on something.

Moving forward

Gamora: I wonder if we could have stopped this from the reactor room?
Drax: There is no point in wondering what could have been. We must move forward.

---

Talk to Gamora

Star-Lord: Ko-Rel would never have allowed this to happen to her ship!
Gamora: So... you think she escaped?!
Star-Lord: I dunno. She could be holed up in her office!
Groot: I am Groot!
Star-Lord: We're not leaving till we find out what happened!

Talk to Drax

Drax: This is where the Churchman's shuttle exploded!
Star-Lord: Yeah, well it looks a little different now!
Drax: Because of the giant machine, yes! But, I assure you Peter Quill, this is where you and the girl almost fell to your deaths!

Talk to Rocket

Star-Lord: So, what is it?!
Rocket: I think they're using the ray to fill some kind of battery!
Groot: [gasps in surprise]
Rocket: Standard galactic I/O ports! Rigellian glass mat separators! Kree cathodes!
Star-Lord: I understood some of those words.
Rocket: I ain't never seen nothing like it!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Energy readings are all over the place, but I can't tell what kind of energy it is!

Mooring

• Groot
• Gamora
• Drax
• Rocket

Star-Lord: Groot, we need to check out that giant ray thing! Can you get us across?
Groot: I am Groot!

Star-Lord: Gamora, you see a way to the other side?!
Gamora: I got nothing, Peter!

Star-Lord: Drax, a little help here!
Drax: You do need help, Peter Quill! But not from me!

Star-Lord: Rocket, can you get us across!?
Rocket: I must not have heard you over the giant ray! Sounds like you just asked me to do something I clearly can't do!

Destroy

Rocket: Dog report item: We gotta destroy this thing!
Gamora: We don't even know what it is!
Star-Lord: Plus, we'd probably end up taking out the entire ship!
Gamora: And us with it!

Slide

Drax: Aaaahhh!
Star-Lord: Whooooooa!
Rocket: Scutting flark!
Groot: I am Groot!
Star-Lord: Let's avoid the scary beam!
Gamora: Good advice!

Report

Cosmo: Guardian of Galaxies, Cosmo check in. Investigation lead him to believe Hala Hope is key to galaxy mystery. What is that noise?
Drax: We are compiling an extensive Dog Report.
Rocket: Ah, flark the report! Tell him his magic hand almost got us killed!
Cosmo: Cosmo not held responsible for Continuum Cortex arrival area. Pesky raccoon should know this.
Rocket: Yeah, well all the other times I've used it, we landed safe and sound.

• Report on Hala's Hope
• Report on Contraxia
• (...)

Star-Lord: There's trouble on the ship. Big loud trouble.
Cosmo: Give specifics.
Star-Lord: Nova Corps has gone bananas. There was a battle, but no bodies anywhere. Oh, and there's this giant frickin' ray gun!
Cosmo: Have Guardian found Centurion Ko-Rel?
Star-Lord: Not yet.
Cosmo: Guardian must find her. May have answers we need.

Star-Lord: Contraxia isn't looking so good.
Rocket: They're killing it is what they're doing!
Cosmo: Tell Cosmo what is happening.
Star-Lord: They've got this giant ray-thingy pointed at the planet. It's collecting some kind of energy.
Cosmo: Have Guardian found Centurion Ko-Rel?
Star-Lord: Not yet.
Cosmo: Guardian must find her. May have answers we need.

Cosmo: Other times? More than one? Ah, yes. Cosmo see. Will have long chat with raccoon when return to Knowhere.
Rocket: Assuming I ever go back.
Cosmo: Cosmo have Guardian ship impounded. Hard to travel galaxies without it, no?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He ain't got any point.

Fight

(A Nova Centurion appears.)
Star-Lord: Uh-oh.
Cosmo: What is "uh-oh," Pyotr Quill?
Star-Lord: Something just came up. We'll call you back.

Drax: Your experience fighting Centurions will be necessary here, woman.
Gamora: Spread out!

Star-Lord: Oh come on, really? A Centurion? / Scut! How do we fight a flying enemy?
Rocket: Just shoot 'em down! / That your girlfriend come to finish us off?
Gamora: I'd've hoped the Centurions would have resisted whatever this is!
Drax: Knock them to the ground, I will finish them!

Star-Lord: We're just looking for Ko-Rel! Maybe you've seen her? / You see cadet Gold anywhere? About yay tall?
Rocket: We ain't talking our way out of this one, Quill!
Drax: Now is not the time for conversation!
Gamora: Keep talking, Peter! It'll draw their fire! / Good, try to keep them distracted!

Star-Lord: That's a fine vacuum thing you've got there! But what is it? / You wanna tell us just what's going on with Contraxia?
Rocket: Ask 'em about the batteries while you're at it!
Gamora: Don't think they're here to give us a tour, Peter.
Drax: Complimenting them has no effect! / They refuse to answer, and must perish!

Star-Lord: We're gonna stop them Rocket!
Drax: I admire your insistence, Peter Quill!
Gamora: For all we know, that could be her!
Rocket: Lost cause chatting with them, Quill!

Gamora: I hope they're disconnected from the Worldmind... / Hope they can't tell everyone else where we are!
Star-Lord: That giant computer thing is probably in charge! / Their system's all buggy!
Rocket: Yeah, the last thing we need is more of them showing up!
Drax: Have them all come and succumb to my blades!

Gamora: Aim for their torsos! / Shoot the energy disks on their chests!
Drax: I'm waiting for my chance!
Rocket: They're too flarking fidgety! / Tell 'em to stop moving and I will!
Star-Lord: Will that do anything besides peev them off?

Gamora: We're going to need a strategy to take them out! / Precision is key, here, guys!
Star-Lord: My plan is to blast 'em!
Drax: I will draw their fire! / They will all be destroyed!
Rocket: Should we focus on this one?

Rocket: More of them up on the walls!
Drax: And on the ground as well!

Drax: This will be a worthy battle! / I wondered how we would fare against a Centurion.
Star-Lord: Centurions have a lot of tricks up their sleeves!
Gamora: Our best bet is to finish it quick! / Don't underestimate them!
Rocket: More jabbin'. Less jibber-jabbin'!

Drax: All enemies have a weakness! / They must be vulnerable to certain tactics!
Star-Lord: Let us all know when you figure out what it is!
Gamora: If we can somehow cripple them...
Rocket: Most of 'em ain't too keen on getting blasted! / Gutshots usually work pretty good!

Drax: I expected more coordination between them! / They do not fight as one. This is simple.
Gamora: We could use some coordination ourselves!
Star-Lord: Follow my lead! / They aren't Nova Corps, not anymore, anyway!
Rocket: Divide and clonk 'em!

Rocket: Why don't you bother some of the boring planets instead? / You flatnards are gonna pay for whatever you're doing to Contraxia!
Gamora: Your voice is annoying them. Keep it up!
Drax: They are beyond being reasoned with!
Star-Lord: We're gonna stop them Rocket!

Rocket: Keep one alive, get 'em to tell us about this energy! / You gotta tell me what's in them batteries!
Star-Lord: I don't think that'll work!
Drax: I doubt they would tell us anything! / I will not hold back!
Gamora: It's better just to finish them off!

Rocket: I'm living out so many revenge fantasies right now! / Knew one day I'd have to shoot it out with Nova Corps!
Star-Lord: You shouldn't be enjoying this Rocket!
Gamora: This IS kinda better than therapy! / Nova Corps always had a stick up their power armor!
Drax: I have met a few who are respectable. These are not them!

Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Yeah, they do look pretty spooky!

Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Nah, they're too far gone to talk to!

Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Hahaha! I'm trying to shoot here, stop being hilarious!

Fight ends

Star-Lord: Okay, seems to me like this ship might be ground zero for whatever's happening. We gotta find Ko-Rel. Get some real answers.
Gamora: You have any idea where she is?
Star-Lord: I'm thinking we check her office. I even know how we can get there.
Gamora: You know a way out of the hangar?

• Talked to Drax
• Didn't talk to Drax

Star-Lord: Yeah, Drax spotted it on our way in. We can use the hole Nikki and I fell into when Raker's shuttle exploded.

Star-Lord: Yeah, same way me and Nikki went last time we were here.

Gamora: You know, we never did talk about why you jumped after her, Peter.
Star-Lord: Because it was the right thing to do.
Drax: We should hurry. More zealots could arrive at any moment. The hole we saw should be on the other side of these moving batteries.
Rocket: Gonna need to find a way to stop them. Start looking around.

Delay 1

(Delay 1.) Gamora: We need to get out of here. It's a perfect place to be ambushed.
(Delay 2.) Drax: There must be something we have not found.
(Delay 3.) Rocket: Give the area a scan, Quill. Maybe we missed something.
(Delay 4.) Gamora: Might be something we can use. You see anything with your visor?

Power electrical switch 1

Star-Lord: Huh. That ain't right.

Crane elevation base 1

Star-Lord: (Selects Drax.) Drax, gonna need you to drag this over.
Drax: I will assume you have a plan.

Crane elevation base 2

Drax: That seemed like a wasted effort.
Star-Lord: All plans need steps to succeed.
Gamora: [groans] What new-age drivel have you been reading?

Power electrical switch 2

Star-Lord: Really thought that might work. What am I missing?

Delay 2

Gamora: We need to stop the batteries from moving, Peter.

Access point

Star-Lord: (Selects Rocket.) Rocket, can you see where that vent leads?
Rocket: Anything to get out of here.
Drax: We should be prepared in case the beast tries to destroy this machinery.
Rocket: There you go. I've done my part.
Star-Lord: Yeah. Thanks.
Rocket: Keep in mind it may not stay jammed forever.
Gamora: We still need a way through.

Delay 3

(Delay 1.) Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: Nah, I tried shooting. The batteries are blaster proof. Gotta find another way through.
(Delay 2.) Gamora: There must be something we can use to remove one of the batteries.
(Delay 3.) Drax: Perhaps the nearby machinery can help.

Crane elevation base 3

Drax: Ah! I see what you are thinking, Peter Quill.
Gamora: We can use the crane to grab a battery.
Star-Lord: Uh, right. Just like I planned.

Power electrical switch 3

Star-Lord: Just like I thought!
Drax: Impressive work, Peter Quill. I just hope it does not cause an explosion.
Gamora: Let's not stick around to find out.

Onwards

Star-Lord: All right. Come on, the tunnel's just past here!
Gamora: We got lucky no one else showed up.

Downwards

Centurion: The Unifier has detected an intrusion. Spread out.
Centurion: It will be contained.
Centurion: By her will.
Centurion: By her will.
Gamora: (Whispers.) Move! There's too many of them!
Star-Lord: (Whispers.) In the hole! Jump!

Use the tunnels to avoid enemies

Rocket: Still don't get why you jumped after the kid back then. Top ten dumbest things I ever saw you do.
Gamora: You should've seen how worried he was.
Rocket: Hey! Star-Pants was our ticket with the captain! I was worried his death would lead to more jail time!
Drax: It was adorable.
Rocket: I hate you all.

Rumble

(Rumble 1.) Drax: Dog report item: the rumbling continues. → Rocket: Poor Contraxia.
(Rumble 2.) Gamora: So, any new ideas on what that over-sized vacuum is actually doing to Contraxia? → Rocket: A few. None of them good.
(Rumble 3.) Drax: Argh. It grumbles more incessantly than a Katathian without breakfast. → Gamora: We really need to get you something to eat.
(Rumble 4.) Rocket: I wonder how many other worlds are getting pummeled by one of them things. → Drax: A discouraging thought indeed.
(Rumble 5.) Drax: Dog report item: the strange device continues to... do whatever it is doing. → Star-Lord: Thanks for the update, Drax.
(Rumble 6.) Rocket: Man, that flarkin' machine... How many more of them batteries can they fill? → Gamora: A lot, by the sound of it.
(Rumble 7.) Drax: Dog report item-- → Gamora: We got it, Drax. The strange rumbling continues.

Mooring

Star-Lord: (Selects Groot.) OK, Groot. I think I know my way around. We just need to get into the tunnels on the other side there.
Groot: I am Groot.

Onwards

Star-Lord: Pretty sure this is right.
Gamora: Pretty sure?
Star-Lord: Everything was on fire last time.
Rocket: I can make that happen.
Gamora: No!
Star-Lord: No, Rocket. No.
Drax: No.

Raker

Rocket: Ain't that a piece of the Uniflier's old ship?
Gamora: Unifier.
Rocket: Uh, whatever.
Gamora: When we were arrested, they mentioned Raker got caught for the same thing we did.
Rocket: Not exactly the same.
Gamora: He got caught scavenging in the Quarantine Zone. How is that not the same?
Drax: We were not scavenging for the same thing. The distinction could be important.

• Recall Raker
• Refocus on Nikki
• (...)

Star-Lord: Nikki mentioned something about "fishing for a god," I think.
Drax: What kind of deity inhabits the Quarantine Zone?
Gamora: The kind that should probably stay quarantined.

Star-Lord: Forget Raker. Our focus right now is finding Nikki.
Rocket: Your focus. My focus is not dying on this stupid ship.
Drax: The dog wants us to find Centurion Ko-Rel.
Star-Lord: Right. So we're multitasking.

Rocket: Assuming he's involved in this at all. We still ain't seen no priests.

Heroic

Drax: I did not realize you and the girl fell down so far, Peter Quill.
Star-Lord: I didn't fall. I jumped. Heroically.

Blocked path

Gamora: So... How did you and Nikki get through here last time?
Star-Lord: I don't remember anything being in the way before. Just a lot of fire.
Rocket: So visor up already. Figure something out.

Weak link

Star-Lord: (Selects Gamora.) Gamora, any chance you can help us here?
Gamora: I got this, Peter.

Mooring

Star-Lord: (Selects Groot.) One more time, Groot. Let's go find Ko-Rel and Nikki.
Groot: I am Groot.

Get to Nikki's hideout

Rocket: So we all agree that the captain and her kid are probably dead, right?
Gamora: Ko-Rel survived the worst of the War. And a relationship with Peter.
Rocket: Meh, still willing to bet they didn't survive this.
Gamora: You'd wager on whether or not a mother and child are dead?
Drax: What if only one is dead?
Gamora: You don't think this is slightly inappropriate given Peter's history?
Rocket: Not really, no.

• Hold out hope
• Dismiss the subject
• (...)

Star-Lord: Nikki's one of the most resourceful kids I ever met. And Ko-Rel's a warrior. I'd bet on both of them any day of the week.

(If Rocket won the bet.)
Rocket: Okay, just don't forget who won our last bet, Quill. Remember the Quarantine Zone?

(If Peter won the bet.)
Rocket: Don't get cocky, Quill. Just 'cause you won that bet in the Quarantine Zone.

Star-Lord: Yeah, thanks for reminding me.

Star-Lord: We're not betting on this.
Rocket: 'Cause you know you'd lose.
Gamora: Because it's not appropriate.
Rocket: How's it not appropriate?
Drax: Because Peter Quill is not emotionally equipped to deal with death.
Star-Lord: OK, A) we're all too broke to bet. B) I am super emotionally equipped, and C) they're not dead.

Rocket: So? Anyone?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Pfft, hoping something and betting on something ain't the same.

Electrified

Drax: Be careful down there, Peter Quill.
Star-Lord: Yeah. Definitely a lot sparkier than last time.
Rocket: Make sure the kid ain't floating face up somewhere.
Gamora: Rocket!
Rocket: What?! Exhaust all options!

High tension wires 1

• Groot
• Gamora
• Drax
• Rocket

Star-Lord: Groot, don't suppose you can stretch past this super dangerous electrical hazard?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He says you just answered your own question.

Star-Lord: Gamora, those pipes look cut-able to you?
Gamora: The pipes aren't the problem. Do something about the electricity and we'll talk.

Star-Lord: Drax, any ideas on how to get through here?
Drax: Yes, but it would involve sacrificing one of us.
Star-Lord: OK... Moving on.

Star-Lord: Rocket, can you see what's on the other side of those pipes?
Rocket: Not a chance, Quill. Not. A. Chance.

Turn off electricity

Gamora: That'll work.

High tension wires 2

• Groot
• Gamora
• Drax
• Rocket

Star-Lord: Groot, what do you think now that the electricity's gone?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He says it definitely seems safer, but there still ain't nothing he can do.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Sorry, safe-ish.

Star-Lord: What do you say, Gamora? Now that the floor can't kill us.
Gamora: I say no problem.

Star-Lord: Drax, I'm thinking there might be something behind those pipes.
Drax: A fascinating thought, Peter Quill. Perhaps you should share it with the assassin?

Star-Lord: Rocket, you should be able to get across here now.
Rocket: Yeah, and then what? I ain't the one who cuts things, Quill.

Cut wires

Gamora: Well... definitely no sign of Nikki or Ko-Rel.
Star-Lord: I mean, I guess that's good news.

---

(Idle banter.)

Explanation 1

Rocket: So I'm thinking it ain't poison that made Nova go bonkers.
Gamora: Why not?
Rocket: That ceremony we saw at the Rock was sucking stuff out of the bucketheads. Any poison would've been sucked out with it.

Explanation 2

Drax: If not poison, then what is the explanation for Nova's strange behavior?
Gamora: Maybe there's a new leader in play? Someone who's really good at screwing with people's minds.
Rocket: Screwing their Worldmind's, ya mean.

Jetpacks

Rocket: Too bad we couldn't loot the jetpacks from them Centurions.
Gamora: Being able to fly wouldn't be too convenient down here.
Rocket: It'd at least wipe that smug smirk off Mr. Jetboot over here.

Unifier

Rocket: I thought I heard Nova say something about the Uniflier as we were escaping.
Gamora: I heard it too.
Drax: Dog Report Item: Belligerents mentioned Unifier.

Raker 1

Gamora: When we were first here, I think I remember Raker mumbling something about energy.
Rocket: I was too busy staring at his weird face to notice.

Raker 2

Gamora: I wonder if maybe Raker found something in the Quarantine Zone.
Drax: Something that then caused his ship to explode?
Gamora: Maybe. The more I think back on it, the more I remember him being really nervous about something.

Raker 3

Gamora: I'm really starting to think Raker is behind all this.
Drax: The evidence is mounting in that direction.
Rocket: Hope it's true. Can't wait to throw that back at the mutt.

Centurions

Rocket: So Centurions are like the elite troops of Nova, right?
Gamora: Yes. Why?
Rocket: Just making sure there ain't nothing tougher up ahead.
Drax: We did thrash them rather soundly.

Cosmo 1

Gamora: Should we update Cosmo on what's happening?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot says he's been trying. No luck.
Drax: Perhaps there is too much interference.

Cosmo 2

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, well keep trying the passport. Mutt's probably chasing his own tail or something.

---

Exit plan

(A pipe collapses in front of them.)
Star-Lord: Whoa, watch out!
Gamora: You OK?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot says we should start thinking about exit plans.
Groot: I am Groot!
Gamora: The exit plan is to call Cosmo after we get the answers we need.
Rocket: Answers you need maybe.

Robot

Drax: Peter Quill, I do not like the way this robot is looking at me. Stand down, mechanical man!

Itz

Star-Lord: (To robot.) Don't suppose you've seen Nikki?
Rocket: I'm sorry, what?
Gamora: You feeling OK, Peter?
Star-Lord: It's one of Nikki's robots. She gives them names. And takes care of them or whatever.
Drax: He does not look taken care of to me.

Caring

Drax: It does not strike me as very safe here, Peter Quill.
Gamora: Better this than getting shot at.
Rocket: Speak for yourself.
Star-Lord: You'd rather get shot at?
Rocket: More fulfilling to shoot someone I don't like than look for someone I don't care about.
Drax: Our leader seems to care. And so we should also pretend to care.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Ugh. Of course you would.

Gas

Drax: Careful, Peter Quill!
Star-Lord: Okay, don't remember this green gas being here last time.
Gamora: I think you mean deadly green gas.
Rocket: This whole ship's a deathtrap now.
Star-Lord: I'm sure there's a way to... un-burst these pipes.
Rocket: There better be. Because there's no way I'm walking through that.

Walk into gas

Gamora: Peter!
Rocket: What part of "deadly" does he not understand?!

Delay

Drax: What about your magical ice weapon, Peter Quill? Or perhaps you enjoy contemplating the intoxicating stench of death. (Inhales.) Glorious.

Rush ahead

(Ahead 1.) Gamora: [groan] Anybody else smell that? It really stinks back here. → Drax: Yes. It smells putrid. [groan]
(Ahead 2.) Rocket: What the flark?! [groan] Not talking. Not even breathing.
(Ahead 3.) Drax: Freeze the lethal gas vents, Peter Quill!
(Ahead 4.) Gamora: We've got to jam those vents, or the gas will keep pouring in!
(Ahead 5.) Rocket: What the flark?!

Freeze pipes

Star-Lord: There. Freezy-peasy.
Gamora: OK, that was bad. Even for you.

Conflict

Drax: More death gas.
Gamora: Maybe Nikki and Ko-Rel are using it to protect themselves?
Rocket: Or - and hear me out on this - maybe they're dead!
Star-Lord: You know what, man!? You're being a real jackass. Like, way more than usual.
Drax: The tension is palpable.
Gamora: Can both of you please just get over this?
Drax: Agreed. Either resolve your issues or fight to the death.
Rocket: Hey, I ain't the one who keeps sabotaging this team.
Gamora: You're the one who quit!
Rocket: Out of frustration with Quill's lack of leading-like qualities!

• Clear the air
• Blame Rocket
• (...)

Star-Lord: Look, Rocket, I know I suck sometimes. We all suck sometimes. Pretty sure it's why we ended up together.
Drax: I do not suck.
Star-Lord: Point is, I care about us. But right now we're not the ones in danger. And Nikki's just a kid, man.
Rocket: As long as we're clear on the you sucking part.
Star-Lord: Clear as day.

Star-Lord: All I know is I'm not the one who quit the team.
Rocket: I quit cause I care!
Star-Lord: I care too, man, okay!? So maybe we both just have shitty ways of showing we care. Really shitty...
Rocket: Yeah... maybe.

Rocket: See, even now he ain't owning up to anything.
Drax: In Katathian culture, silence is the ultimate form of contrition.
Gamora: Yeah... and Peter's never been quiet this long. So, clearly, this is his apology.
Rocket: Fine. Whatever.

Detour 1

Gamora: You sure this is the right way?
Star-Lord: Just keep your eyes open.
Gamora: You know, Peter. If Nikki and Ko-Rel really are--
Star-Lord: They're not.
Gamora: I'm just saying we should be ready for anything.
Star-Lord: They're not.

Detour 2

Drax: Did you find a dog report item?
Star-Lord: No. Nothing dog report worthy. And still no signs of Nikki or Ko-Rel.
Drax: In the face of death's infinite mystery, Katathians are taught to focus on what is tangible.
Star-Lord: I'll keep that in mind.

Hideout entrance

Star-Lord: Here. This is definitely the right way.
Drax: These markings suggest otherwise.
Star-Lord: Exactly.

Backtrack

(Backtrack 1.) Drax: Are you sure this is the right way, Peter Quill? → Rocket: It's clearly not. → Star-Lord: I'm investigating.
(Backtrack 2.) Rocket: Now where the flark is he going? → Gamora: He's looking for clues, I think.
(Backtrack 3.) Gamora: Any trace of Ko-Rel or Nikki over there, Peter? → Rocket: Or something that explains them weird battery things? → Drax: Or something to eat? → Star-Lord: No, no... and no.
(Backtrack 4.) Drax: Dog report item: our leader appears increasingly disoriented. → Star-Lord: That's not a valid dog report item! → Gamora: Valid observation though.
(Backtrack 5.) Star-Lord: OK, so why does it feel like I'm the only one actually looking for clues and stuff? → Rocket: Is that what you call getting lost?
(Backtrack 6.) Drax: Are you sure you have been here before, Peter Quill? → Star-Lord: Yes. → Drax: Your aimless wandering off suggests otherwise. → Star-Lord: Noted.
(Backtrack 7.) Rocket: Wrong way, Quill. → Gamora: How do you know it's the wrong way? → Rocket: Cause it's the way Quill went. → Drax: The rodent's logic is sound.

---

(Idle banter.)

Underbelly

Gamora: I suppose the bright side is it doesn't look like anyone else has been down here.
Drax: Dog Report item: Ship's underbelly untouched by belligerents.
Gamora: Good thing too - combat in these narrow corridors would be tough.

Pipes

Gamora: So, Rocket, what exactly are these pipes for?
Rocket: Uh. Not sure. Water or filtration, maybe? Don't look like part of the hyper drive system, anyway.

Batteries

Rocket: Let me loose down here and I might be able to learn a thing or two about Nova tech. Maybe even find something to upgrade the Milano.
Gamora: I'm more interested in learning something about those weird batteries we saw.
Rocket: Yeah, them I ain't as sure about. Can't make sense of something that don't make sense.

Odds

Rocket: Okay, new bet. Anyone think we're gonna die down in the bowels here?
Gamora: Peter seems to think he knows where he's going.
Drax: I believe our odds of escaping from this area are even.

Friendliness

Gamora: So, Drax, there's something I've been wondering about Katathian culture--
Drax: Are you searching for weaknesses to exploit?
Gamora: Just trying to be friendly. Never mind.

Katathians

Drax: Tell me, daughter of Thanos, did you ever assassinate any Katathians?
Gamora: Nope.
Drax: Because they were too powerful?
Gamora: Uh, yeah. Sure.

Half-World

Rocket: I knew a Katathian on Half-World.
Drax: That is impossible.
Rocket: Big green guy? Muscles and tattoos?
Drax: That description is accurate...
Rocket: Yeah, he used to mop the lab's floors.

Milano

Drax: This ship is a marvel of engineering.
Rocket: It ain't so great. If we had Nova's resources, the Milano would leave her dead in space.
Gamora: I'll never understand it.
Rocket: Understand what?
Gamora: How much both you and Peter seem to love that ship.

Bots

Rocket: We might be able to mine the bots for data on what happened here.
Drax: How much time would that take?
Rocket: Depending on the security, a rotation or two maybe.
Gamora: I think we need to find our answers quicker than that.

Presentation

Drax: Dog report item: Nothing new to report.
Rocket: You gonna make slides and stuff when you present this to the mutt?
Drax: I am merely keeping an oral history of our discoveries. Visual aids are your domain.
Rocket: Oh, goody.

---

Enter hideout

Star-Lord: Nikki's secret hideout is just through here.
Rocket: Thought we were going to the captain's office?
Star-Lord: We are. Right after we check here.

Nikki's hideout

Star-Lord: Try not to break anything. This place means a lot to her.
Gamora: Oh, wow. Did Nikki paint all this?
Star-Lord: Pretty cool, right? (Calling out.) Nikki!?
Drax: (Calling out.) Little one! Reveal yourself!
Gamora: Maybe try being a little less scary.
Star-Lord: (Calling out.) It's Peter... the pirate. Nikki?
Drax: (Calling out.) We do not intend to kill you!
Star-Lord: We need to get into that room.

Door

• Used passkey
• Didn't use passkey
• Don't have passkey

Star-Lord: (Uses Nikki's passkey to open the door.) Two for two. Thank you, Nikki's passkey.

Star-Lord: (Uses Nikki's passkey to open the door.) Knew this would come in handy.
Rocket: Where'd you get a Nova passkey?

Star-Lord: Locked. («Had she trusted you, Nikki's passkey would have unlocked this door» appears.)
Rocket: And your new best friend didn't leave you a key or nothing?
Star-Lord: No.
Gamora: There has to be another way in.

Delay 1

Gamora: Nikki's really small, right? And really clever?
Star-Lord: Right.
Gamora: So maybe she's got a secret way in.

Delay 2

Drax: What about your magical mask? Or magical weapon? Or some other form of magic.

Scan access point

Star-Lord: Okay, there's a way in behind here.
Drax: Child! Stop playing games!

Delay 3

Rocket: What about just giving it a jolt?
Star-Lord: Yeah, that's actually a good idea.

Access point 1

Star-Lord: (Selects Rocket.) Rocket, you got the body of a little girl. Can you fit in there?
Rocket: Try again, Quill.
Gamora: Ask him nicely, Peter.

Access point 2

Star-Lord: (Selects Rocket.) I'm concerned for Nikki's safety, okay? I'm worried she might be hurt or scared or I don't know what. Can you please see if she's in there?
Rocket: See. Was that so hard? (Enters room through access point.) I don't see no kid.

Access point 3

Rocket: Door's already open, Quill. And she's clearly not here. Give it a rest.

Nikki's room

Star-Lord: (Accidentally steps on Chewbacca toy.) [sighs]
Drax: Careful, Peter Quill. In my experience children often booby trap their toys.
Star-Lord: It's not Nikki's. It's mine.
Gamora: So we're just claiming her stuff now? Because if we are--
Star-Lord: No! I mean it literally used to belong to me.
Rocket: Uh, Quill. You gotta see this. This kid's obsessed with you.
Gamora: Wait. Why does she have your toy?
Star-Lord: It's just something I gave to Ko-Rel when we were together during the war. Like a keepsake. It doesn't mean anything.
Rocket: Does this mean anything? (Points to terminal linking Nikki with Peter and Ko-Rel.)
Drax: How old is the child?
Star-Lord: Twelve.
Drax: HA! Congratulations, Peter Quill! You will make a terrible father. Unless the child is dead, in which case it does not matter.
Rocket: Wait. Is this why you dragged us here!?
Drax: Clearly. The child is twelve. And Quill was with the child's mother twelve years ago. The math is irrefutable.
Gamora: Did you know? I just figured you did, and didn't want to tell us.

• Question the math
• Face the math
• (...)

Star-Lord: This doesn't prove anything. The dates match up, so what? That's not how paternity works.
Gamora: It kind of is.
Drax: Was Ko-Rel ovulating at the time?
Star-Lord: I don't know! We thought we were gonna die.

Star-Lord: Yes! Okay? So the dates maybe kinda match up. So it's possible, I guess. It's not like they had a health class on this.
Gamora: Inspiring.

Drax: His bewildered silence suggests he did not. My reaction to the news of Hovat's insemination was the same.

Star-Lord: Okay. Can we just focus on if Ko-Rel and Nikki are OK? They're clearly not here. So let's... move on and keep looking.

Get to Ko-Rel's office

Idle

Rocket: Pretty sure she ain't here, Quill.
Gamora: I think he's still... processing.

Terminal

Rocket: Staring at it ain't gonna change what it says.
Star-Lord: It doesn't say anything. It's just some confused kid projecting stuff.
Gamora: Just some confused kid?
Drax: That is no way to talk about your daughter.

Robot

Star-Lord: Still can't get over how good she is with all this tech stuff.
Rocket: Meh. I could do better.
Gamora: Yeah, but she's twelve.
Rocket: So? I'm fifteen.

Skrull target

Star-Lord: Guess Nikki wasn't much of a Skrull fan.
Rocket: Name someone who is a Skrull fan.
Gamora: [chuckles] Good point.

Ronan drawing

Star-Lord: For all we know, maybe this guy's her dad?
Rocket: Yeesh. Looks like an even bigger deadbeat than you.
Gamora: Looks like Ronan the Accuser to me.
Drax: Indeed.
Star-Lord: All I'm saying is clearly I'm not the only candidate. Deadbeat Ronan guy also fits the bill.

Necklace

Star-Lord: I've seen this before. It used to belong to Ko-Rel.
Rocket: So the kid's a thief too.
Star-Lord: Or Ko-Rel passed it on to her.
Drax: I can confirm that parents often leave things to their spawn.

Archive

Gamora: Anyone else feel weird going through Nikki's stuff like this?
Drax: Peter Quill is her father. It is his duty to pry into her personal life.

Workbench

Rocket: Huh. Not a bad workbench, for a kid.

Use workbench

Star-Lord: I'm thinking Nikki won't mind if we use this. What do you say, Rocket?
Rocket: I say I don't care even if she does mind.

Leave workbench

Star-Lord: Okay, where were we?
Drax: Congratulating you on being a father.

---

(Idle banter.)

Retreat 1

Gamora: So this is what a regular kid's room looks like, huh?
Drax: It is more like a secret retreat. My daughter had several.
Gamora: If you knew about them, how were they a secret?
Drax: She did not know that we knew.

Retreat 2

Gamora: So, Drax, you never told Kamaria you knew about her hideaways?
Drax: No. They belonged to her. Hovat and I did not wish to infringe on her autonomy.
Gamora: She was lucky to have you.

Retreat 3

Drax: Daughter of Thanos, did you not have a retreat like this when you were a child?
Gamora: No. There was nowhere he couldn't find me.
Drax: Sometimes the mind can be a retreat.
Gamora: That's true, actually. I guess I did have that.

Paintings

Drax: Dog report item: missing child appears to have strong creative tendencies.
Gamora: Got to admit, I love the war paintings.
Drax: I find them dark and disturbing. I also love them.

Acknowledgement

Rocket: This kid definitely knows her way around tech.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Huh? No, I ain't impressed. I'm reluctantly acknowledging.

Covering

Rocket: Look at all this crud.
Gamora: Some of it looks pretty okay...
Rocket: (Whispers.) Grab something. I'll cover ya.
Groot: (Whispers.) I am Groot.
Rocket: (Whispers.) Hey, I'm capable of being nice.

---

Leave room

Star-Lord: Should be a way to Ko-Rel's office through those pipes on the left.
Rocket: Yeah, I see an opening. Could be there's a latch on the inside. Allow me, Star-Dad.
Drax: [laughs] I get it.
Star-Lord: Guys, could we not make light of all this? We still don't know if they're okay.
Drax: I am capable of feeling concern while still laughing at you, Peter Quill.
Gamora: Ditto.

Inheritance

Rocket: Gotta admit it, Quill, kid's whole setup is pretty impressive. The way she rigged her terminal to the emergency power grid.
Star-Lord: I told ya, she's a smart kid.
Drax: Hmmm, perhaps Peter Quill did not sire this child after all.
Rocket: Yeah, I can see that. She just don't seem dopey enough.
Gamora: Maybe she gets everything from the mother's side?
Drax: Yes, she should have exhibited at least some foolishness.
Rocket: Maybe it's a trait that kicks in later?

• Take offense
• Agree with Drax
• (...)

Star-Lord: If I had a kid, she or he would definitely be super cool and smart.
Gamora: So, just like Nikki?
Star-Lord: I-- guess, maybe. Yes.
Rocket: Yeah, so definitely gets it from the mother's side.

Star-Lord: Okay, Drax is clearly onto something. So let's all just go with that.
Drax: That Nikki is too smart to be your daughter?
Star-Lord: Whatever it takes to get out of this.
Gamora: You're really going to be one of those dads?
Star-Lord: No! That's not what I-- I don't know. Point is, none of us know.

Rocket: Hey Quill, were you smart as a kid and then got dumber with age?
Gamora: Pretty sure he's ignoring us.

Spot elevator

Star-Lord: That's the elevator I took with Ko-Rel and Nikki. If we're lucky, maybe they're on their way down right now.
Gamora: When have we ever been lucky?

Fight

Rocket: So much for your girlfriend meeting us!
Drax: It did indeed seem unlikely!
Star-Lord: All I know is I am really starting to hate this elevator!

Star-Lord: Anyone else nervous about what we're gonna find in Ko-Rel's office?
Rocket: Nope!
Gamora: Getting a little anxious, yeah!
Drax: I am nervous we will find nothing! This mystery demands answers!

Star-Lord: For the record, I took this mission to get us out of jail! Not because I thought Nikki was my-- you know!
Rocket: Anything you say, Quill!
Gamora: And I thought Thanos was a bad dad!
Drax: You will grow into your parental role, Peter Quill! Eventually!

Star-Lord: Seems like we're due for a check-in with Cosmo!
Gamora: Definitely feels like we've learned some new things!
Drax: Ah, yes! We must tell him of your newfound connection to this case!
Rocket: Groot's been trying! But still nothing!

Gamora: Hate to admit it, but I have a really bad feeling about Ko-Rel and Nikki!
Drax: Feelings mean nothing! We must see the bodies for ourselves!
Star-Lord: They survived this, okay?! They had to!
Rocket: Forget Ko-Rel and Nikki! I have a bad feeling about us!

Gamora: So was this a coincidence or did they know we were coming?
Drax: You should try asking them!
Star-Lord: I don't think they knew!
Rocket: Of course they knew! We ain't exactly been discreet!

Drax: Did the rest of you already know that Peter Quill was the child's father?!
Gamora: I definitely suspected! Explains why he's so excited about this mission!
Rocket: I honestly didn't care enough to think about it!
Star-Lord: Do we really have to talk about this now?!

Drax: Channel your newfound paternal energy, Peter Quill!
Rocket: If being a dad makes him fight better, then I'm all for it!
Gamora: If we're gonna find Nikki, we're all gonna have to step it up!
Star-Lord: I kicked butt before! And I'm kicking butt now! Nothing changes!

Rocket: The Worldmind better not add to our fine for all this killing and destruction!
Gamora: These used to be Nova Corps! They're not anymore!
Star-Lord: We're here for Cosmo! So we're definitely on the right side of the law! I think!
Drax: The Worldmind is a machine! It cannot be trusted!

Rocket: Anyone else thinking the mutt sent us here to die?
Gamora: If he did, it's definitely my intention to disappoint him!
Drax: Sending us to die and not expecting us to survive are two different things!
Star-Lord: I've been thinking a lot of things! That's not one of them!

Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Yeah, I liked the old version of Nova Corps better too!

Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: How am I supposed to know if Quill's fine? When's he ever been fine?

Fight ends

Star-Lord: Everyone okay? Anyone hurt?
Rocket: What, are you gonna start being all paternal now?
Gamora: We're fine, Peter. We know how to fight.
Star-Lord: I know. I just--
Gamora: We'll find them. Don't worry. You said Ko-Rel's office was up top somewhere?
Star-Lord: Yeah, just need to make our way up.

Detour 1

Star-Lord: More deadly gas.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Oh, yeah, he's definitely stalling. What do you expect? He's got the emotional maturity of a two year-old.
Drax: Are we speaking of Peter Quill?
Gamora: Obviously.
Star-Lord: I'll have you know that I'm super emotionally mature.

Detour 2

Gamora: You realize you just picked a room full of deadly gas over confronting your fear of fatherhood.
Star-Lord: I did not. Stop analyzing.
Drax: Dog report item--
Star-Lord: There's no dog report item.

---

(Idle banter.)

Mouthing off

Rocket: Look on the bright side, longer it takes to find them, longer we can pretend they're OK.
Star-Lord: Comforting.
Gamora: Shouldn't you be focused on figuring out what's inside those batteries. Quietly?
Rocket: Nah, I tend to think better when I'm mouthing off.
Drax: If that were true, you would have solved all the mysteries of the galaxy by now.
Rocket: Hey! Who says I ain't!?

Custom

Drax: I have been thinking: it is customary on Katath to bathe new fathers in a river of blood.
Gamora: Lucky for Peter we're not on Katath.

Replacement

Gamora: I just realized something: Nikki's a tech expert, knows her way around ships, fits into small spaces--
Rocket: Don't you dare finish that sentence.
Gamora: And she seems to get along well with Peter.
Rocket: Pfft. Good luck replacing me with a dead kid.

Help

Rocket: Maybe we should just ask someone for directions?
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Hey, I'm capable of asking for help. Help me be done with this stupid mission. There, see?

Lost

Drax: Dog report item: we are lost.
Star-Lord: We're not lost.

---

Elevator

Star-Lord: Next stop, Ko-Rel's office.

Paternal responsibility

Rocket: Come on, just admit it, Quill. You're freaking out right now. This whole deadbeat dad thing's gotta be eating at you.
Drax: Some need many years to fully comprehend their paternal responsibility.
Gamora: Some never do.

• Play it cool
• Admit it's scary
• (...)

Star-Lord: None of this changes who I am. I'm still cool as a cucumber.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot says all the cucumbers he's ever met were terrified on the inside.

Star-Lord: The prospect of maybe being a dad is... a little scary.
Gamora: A little?
Drax: Embrace the panic, Peter Quill. It is the essence of fatherhood.
Rocket: [whistling]

Rocket: [whistling]

Struggle

Rocket: [troubled whistle] Well that don't look good.
Drax: There was a struggle here.
Rocket: Yeah, that's what I'm reacting to.
Drax: I am reacting in my own way.
Gamora: This doesn't look good, Peter.
Star-Lord: All we know is there was a fight. We don't know who won.
Rocket: Pretty sure I know.

Searching

Rocket: So where's this office, Quill?
Star-Lord: It's around here somewhere. Place wasn't this messed up last time.
Drax: When in doubt, follow the stench of death.

Ko-Rel's office

Star-Lord: (Calling out.) Hello? Ko-Rel? Nikki?
Gamora: Looks empty.
Drax: Feels empty.
Star-Lord: Maybe they're hiding.
Drax: Were there always strange writings on the wall?
Rocket: I'm gonna try and get in her computer. See if I can wipe my criminal history.
Star-Lord: Rocket!
Rocket: I'm kidding! I'm gonna access her logs. You wanna know what happened here or not?
Star-Lord: Fine. The rest of us will take a look around. Maybe they left a clue or something.

Search Ko-Rel's office for clues

Scribbles

Gamora: The scribbles are Kree. This one says "Mother knows best." "Return." "Hope." "Promise."

Galactic War Commendation

Star-Lord: Don't worry, Ko-Rel. I'll make sure this gets back to you.

Talk to Rocket

Star-Lord: Any luck getting in?
Rocket: Thing's pretty well protected. I need time.
Star-Lord: Alright, let me know.

Kitchen

Star-Lord: (Calling out.) Nikki!?
Drax: Obvious signs of struggle, Peter Quill.
Star-Lord: Yeah. This doesn't look good...
Drax: [loud sniffing] [loud sniffing] Aaah. Appealing!

Talk to Drax

Star-Lord: Are you seriously focused on food right now?
Drax: Mystery makes me hungry.
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Hey, save me some will ya!

Blue blood

Star-Lord: Anyone know what to make of this?
Drax: No. But it reeks of violence.
Star-Lord: Whatever happened to you just being literal all the time?
Drax: I am capable of evolving. You should try it sometime.

Painting

Star-Lord: Ko-Rel had a real artistic side to her.
Gamora: She was the only Kree I ever knew who painted and played music. I used to think it was a sign of weakness, but--
Star-Lord: No, it's a strength. Definitely a sign of strength.

Child hologram

Star-Lord: This must be Ko-Rel's first kid. I remember she talked about him a lot.
Gamora: He was on Hala, right? When the Chitauri--
Star-Lord: Yeah. Her kid and her husband.
Gamora: Explains how fearless she was during the war. She had nothing to lose.

Archive

Star-Lord: What is this? Some kind of threat?
Gamora: The Kree Council demands proof of Nikki's heritage under the Kree Purity Laws...

• Looked at hologram
• Didn't look at hologram

Drax: From a legal perspective, copulating with you was extremely objectionable.
Gamora: From other perspectives too.

Star-Lord: What Kree Purity Laws?
Gamora: Ko-Rel never told you that either? The Kree are extremely strict about their bloodlines.

Star-Lord: Ugh, this does not look good.
Gamora: For you?
Star-Lord: No! For Nikki. What are the chances the Kree are involved in any of this?
Gamora: The Council of Purity isn't cryptic. When they punish someone, they make sure everyone knows it.
Drax: Ko-Rel and Nikki would be hanging from a wall.

Nikki hologram

Gamora: The resemblance is uncanny.
Star-Lord: She doesn't look anything like me. She's blue. Besides, why wouldn't Ko-Rel have just told me.
Drax: To protect her daughter, Peter Quill. Copulating with you was a capital offense under the Kree purity laws.

• Read archive
• Didn't read archive

Star-Lord: Oh, right. That.

Star-Lord: That's not a real thing, is it?
Drax: The Kree are extremely strict about their bloodlines.

Star-Lord: So when Ko-Rel said we shouldn't be doing this...
Drax: She was being literal.

Plaque

Star-Lord: Well this is fancy.
Gamora: "For valiant heroism against unrelenting tyranny." That's the highest commendation given out by the Kree.
Star-Lord: How come I never got one of these? I did heroic stuff.
Gamora: You're not a Kree.

Hala's Hope model

Star-Lord: I wonder if Nikki made this?
Groot: I am Groot.

Dye machine

Star-Lord: Huh. Some kind of... dye machine? Is it normal for Kree to dye their hair?
Gamora: Not unless they're hiding something.

Comic books

Star-Lord: Oh wow, the Kree have comic books?
Drax: I am surprised. The Kree Council is very strict on approved forms of entertainment.
Star-Lord: So this could be like, super valuable then?
Rocket: (Off-screen.) How valuable we talking!?

ID

Star-Lord: Nikki's ID. Something seems off though...
Gamora: What do you mean... off?
Star-Lord: I don't know. Like it's been flagged or something. Not sure.
Drax: Is the girl's date of birth on those documents? Does it match with the typical Kree gestation period?
Star-Lord: I really wouldn't know.

---

(Idle banter.)

Hacking

Rocket: I always knew I'd hack into a Nova computer. Sooner or later.
Drax: Is it something you have attempted before?
Rocket: So many times. Getting access to one was always the problem.

Worldmind

Drax: Is it possible the Worldmind will look unfavorably upon our rummaging here?
Gamora: We're investigating. The Worldmind should understand that.
Drax: The Worldmind is not known for being understanding.
Gamora: Fair point.

Problem

Gamora: Just to be sure, we're definitely not taking things, right?
Drax: You have a problem, daughter of Thanos?
Gamora: I have a lot of problems. But that still doesn't answer my question.

Confirmation

Drax: What is the appropriate way to console Peter Quill if we confirm that Centurion Ko-Rel and the child are dead?
Gamora: Have you confirmed they're dead?
Drax: No.
Gamora: Then let's not worry about that yet.

Update

Drax: Dog report item, something definitely happened here.
Rocket: Thanks for the update, Drax.
Drax: You are welcome.

Cosmo

Gamora: Still no word from Cosmo?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot's been trying. Still nothing.

---

Bad news

Rocket: (Off-screen.) Okay, I'm in! But I got bad news, lover boy!
Star-Lord: What'd you find?
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Come here and I'll show you.

Delay

Rocket: Hey, Quill! You interested in seeing this or not?

Talk to Rocket

Star-Lord: So... What am I looking at?
Rocket: Nothing.
Star-Lord: She's the captain. Captains keep logs.
Gamora: You keep logs?
Rocket: I'm trying to tell ya they're gone. All of them. Almost like the Worldmind went out of its way to sever everything.
Drax: Have you tried turning it off and on?
Gamora: What about backups? Doesn't every Nova ship have a central hub, or something?
Rocket: A Nexus mainframe, yeah. If there's ghosts anywhere in the system, that's where--
Drax: I categorically refuse.
Star-Lord: Not literal ghosts, Drax. He's talking about data. Right?
Rocket: Yes! But we'd have to access the Nexus directly. Means going to the bridge.
Star-Lord: We're not leaving until we find out what happened.
Rocket: Center of operations it is. According to the ship's map, the bridge should be right through here.

Get to the bridge

Delay

Gamora: Peter? Shouldn't we head for the bridge? Try to access those logs?
Star-Lord: Yeah, yeah. I just wanna be sure we didn't miss anything.

Priest

Rocket: Dog report item! It's one of them priests down there, ain't it?
Star-Lord: Okay, so looks like the Church is behind this.
Drax: We should call the dog immediately...

Glass bridge

(The glass begins to crack beneath them.)
Groot: [gasps in surprise]
Star-Lord: Ah crap...
Groot: I am Groot?!
Rocket: Nuts to this. I'm outta here.
Gamora: Stop. Moving.
Drax: A warrior does not hesitate, Peter Quill.
Star-Lord: Okay, let's be careful.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He says after you!
Gamora: [shushing] Shhh!
Star-Lord: Voices down.

Fall

(The bridge suddenly breaks and the Guardians fall next to the priest.)
Star-Lord: [grunts in pain]
Drax: [grunts in pain]
Gamora: [grunts in pain]
Rocket: [grunts in pain]
Groot: [grunts in pain]
(The Inquisitor turns around and removes its robe, revealing its true form.)
Star-Lord: What the--?!
Gamora: Watch out!
Star-Lord: (Narrowly avoids the robot's laser beam.) [surprised grunt]

Fight

Drax: Dog report item! We are under attack!
Gamora: By a giant robot?
Rocket: By some weird priest?
Star-Lord: By a weird giant robot priest!
Rocket: OK, yep, definitely a dog report item.

Star-Lord: We're all agreed the church is part of this now, right?! / So we're all thinking that Raker's church is definitely involved?!
Rocket: Gee, what gave it away?!
Gamora: The giant priest definitely confirms it!
Drax: Clearly. But the question still remains how exactly?!

Star-Lord: So is this thing here to protect the servers then?! / I guess someone must think this is the most valuable part of the ship!
Gamora: Yeah, that. And probably keeping an eye on the command center too!
Drax: They say information is power, Peter Quill!
Rocket: I dunno. Everything about this is just getting more and more flarkin' weird!

Star-Lord: I've never been as intrigued by a church as I am right now! / Just me, or this makes Raker's church seem way cooler?!
Rocket: Yeah, I get it! Personal robot army is definitely kinda cool!
Drax: I do not find it particularly appealing!
Gamora: Focus, Peter! This thing's trying to kill us!

Gamora: Is this thing what made all those Nova Corps go crazy?! / So are we thinking this thing can brainwash people?
Rocket: I'm thinking this thing is more about killing than brainwashing!
Drax: I do not feel brainwashed right now! I feel shot at!
Star-Lord: Still seems like there's so much we don't know! We need to get to the Nexus!

Gamora: All we had to do was walk quietly across that corridor! / For future reference: you guys really need to work on your stealth!
Rocket: Really? We're gonna do this now?
Star-Lord: Hey, I'm not the one who broke the glass!
Drax: I for one prefer the violent path!

Drax: I find punching flesh much more satisfying! / Pummeling something with skin is infinitely more satisfying!
Gamora: I feel the same about stabbing!
Rocket: I dunno! I definitely feel like we're hurting it!
Star-Lord: You know what else is satisfying?! Not dying!

Drax: I am leaning toward robot-priest over priest-robot for the dog report! / So is this a robot-priest or a priest-robot?
Star-Lord: I dunno, but you're definitely missing the word deadly in there somewhere!
Gamora: Robot-priest has a better ring to it!
Rocket: Why not both?!

Rocket: Guys, I really want my own robot! / Anyone else thinking that we need a robot on our team?!
Star-Lord: Yeah, I was kinda thinking that!
Gamora: A robot? We barely have room on the ship for us!
Drax: I do not trust anything without intestines!

Rocket: What do them weird symbols say?! / Can someone make out the markings on this thing?!
Gamora: Definitely not something I recognize!
Drax: They strike me as ominous!
Star-Lord: I'm a little more focused on the shooty laser parts right now!

Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: No, no one blames you for the glass breaking!

Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Of course I'm not gonna replace you with a robot!

Fight ends

Drax: We must tell the dog about the priest.
Gamora: Robot priest.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot says the mutt's not answering.
Star-Lord: Keep trying. Rest of us can focus on figuring a way out.
Gamora: Really?

Access the Nexus terminal

Server room

Gamora: This is the server room, right? And servers mean data?
Rocket: I can't just plug servers into my skull. I still need a central terminal.
Star-Lord: You said the bridge was on the other side of that corridor. So we just gotta make our way across and then up... somehow.

Gap

Rocket: So... how do we get across?
Gamora: Peter's the one with a visor.
Rocket: Unless he broke it.
Star-Lord: I didn't break it.

Power electrical junction

Rocket: That'll do it.
Drax: Well played, Peter Quill!

Cosmo

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: How am I supposed to know why the pooch ain't picking up? Keep trying.

Above

Rocket: Okay, so, according to the map I saw, Nexus should be just above us.
Drax: Hmm. Shall I throw the rodent at--?
Rocket: No!
Star-Lord: Come on!
Groot: I am Groot!
Star-Lord: [sigh] Alright, let's look around. Maybe we can find something.

Support

Gamora: There's an open panel up in the corner there. Pretty sure that's our exit.
Star-Lord: Perfect, so we just gotta jump across a few of these floaty server things. Seems... perfectly safe.
Rocket: They contain near infinite stores of data. Pretty sure they can temporarily support our puny mortal frames. Well, mine anyway.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: And yours, too, yes.

Delay

Gamora: So, is this another one of Peter's "leaders don't go first" situations?
Rocket: Really seems like he should be going first.

Blame

Drax: To think all of this could have been avoided had the rodent not broken the glass.
Gamora: You're blaming him for that?
Drax: His panicked scampering is what caused the final break.
Rocket: Your over-sized gut is what caused the first fifty breaks!
Star-Lord: Guys! Pretty sure it was already cracked. Probably from the giant robot priest mutiny thing. Anyway, can't we just celebrate that we're back on track? I think.
Drax: Yay.

Reception

Gamora: Hey Groot, any luck getting through to Cosmo yet?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Nope. Still nothing.
Star-Lord: Reception will probably be better once we're on the bridge.
Rocket: Yeah, I don't think that's how it works.

---

(Idle banter.)

Worldmind

Gamora: It's weird, right? How the Worldmind seems to have gone completely dark?
Rocket: Very weird.
Drax: Perhaps it is... rebooting?
Rocket: Of all the words you could have used there, Drax... that one actually wasn't too bad.
Drax: Thank you. It was either that or reloading.

Interrogation

Drax: Perhaps we should have interrogated the robot priest?
Rocket: Yeah, next time we encounter a giant deadly robot priest, we'll tie him up first and ask questions.
Drax: Do you have rope?
Rocket: No.
Drax: Then your plan is untenable.

Plan

Rocket: Man, what I would give to get into some of these servers.
Gamora: I thought that was the plan?
Rocket: Plan is to get to the bridge and hope that maybe someone left the Nexus unlocked. Wouldn't get my hopes up.

Ghosts

Drax: Dog report item. We have encountered a formidable new enemy, but still no sign of the ghosts.
Gamora: He didn't mean literal ghosts! Ghosts in the system. Remnants of data.
Rocket: Ugh, let it go. Just let him think there are ghosts.

Technology

Drax: I have never understood how so much information can be stored in such a magical way.
Rocket: What, you mean servers?
Drax: All of it. Servers. Computers. Technology.
Rocket: So you basically don't understand anything I do?
Drax: Precisely.

---

Bridge

Star-Lord: Okay, this is it. The command center.
Gamora: Which I guess makes that the Nexus control terminal.
Star-Lord: Fingers crossed we find something useful.

Search the bridge for the Nexus code

Rocket: I'm thinking you should do the honors, Quill.
Drax: That does not seem like you.
Gamora: He probably thinks the Nexus is booby-trapped.
Drax: Ah. That would explain it.
Rocket: Hey, I ain't the one that's eager to know what happened. Let Quill see for himself.

Delay

(Delay 1.) Gamora: What are we waiting for, Peter? → Star-Lord: Yeah, yeah. Just... psyching myself up.
(Delay 2.) Drax: I do not understand. Why is Peter Quill not accessing the Nexus? → Rocket: Cause he's scared of ghosts. → Drax: Liar!
(Delay 3.) Groot: I am Groot? → Rocket: Groot wants to know if Quill's stalling cause of his fear of parental responsibility? → Gamora: Obviously. → Drax: Clearly. → Star-Lord: No.
(Delay 4.) Drax: Dog report item: We have reached the command center, but Peter Quill refuses to access the Nexus.
(Delay 5.) Gamora: Rocket, just access it yourself. → Rocket: Uh-uh. Regular computers are one thing. But I ain't leaving my prints on no Nexus terminal.
(Delay 6.) Groot: I am Groot? → Rocket: Maybe he is worried it'll prove they're dead. I really couldn't tell ya.

Nexus terminal

• Have Nikki's passkey
• Don't have passkey

Star-Lord: Locked. I wonder though... Nikki really didn't want her mom to know about this passkey she gave me.
Rocket: No way is some kid's card gonna bypass the Nexus--
Star-Lord: And we're in!
Rocket: You're kidding?
Gamora: Well done, Nikki.

Star-Lord: Well of course it had to be locked. Rocket, think you could--
Rocket: Hack a Nexus terminal? Not a chance. We're talking top notch security.
Star-Lord: Then I guess we're looking for a four-digit pass code.
Drax: Try one-one-one-one.
Gamora: Why one-one-one-one?
Drax: Why not one-one-one-one?
Gamora: I don't know? You tell me!
Drax: Because it is a good number--simple and easy to remember.

Shadow chat log 1

Rocket: Hey, Quill! You gotta see this...

Shadow chat log 2

Rocket: Guess your girlfriend wasn't popular among the bucket heads...
Star-Lord: Psh. Everyone complains about their captain.
Rocket: True. Me n' Groot complain about you all the time...
Star-Lord: Even Groot?
Groot: I am Groot...
Rocket: Okay, maybe not all the time.

Plant

• Looking for code
• Not looking for code

Star-Lord: Maybe...? Or not...

Star-Lord: What do you think, Groot?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He says it's the best.

Passcode

• Looking for code
• Not looking for code

Star-Lord: ...Nice! Guys! This might be it!

Star-Lord: Any chance we might need an access number?
Gamora: Maybe?
Rocket: Won't know till you try accessing the thing first.

Cup 1

Groot: Hrmm... I am Groot?
Rocket: What about it? It's a cup.

Cup 2

Star-Lord: Huh. Worth a shot.

Archive 1

Gamora: Find something?
Star-Lord: Just some personal logs...

(If looking for code.)
Star-Lord: I mean, there's a number though.
Drax: We are currently looking for a number, Peter Quill.
Rocket: Yeah, I think he knows.

Note (Drax)

Drax: Peter Quill. The number 1969 is written on this piece of paper I have found.
Star-Lord: Okay. Any idea what it is?
Drax: I told you. A piece of paper.
Star-Lord: No, I mean what the number refers to?
Drax: Perhaps Ko-Rel was counting the number of times she had contemplated the sweet release of death.
Rocket: And then wrote it down and made it her password?
Gamora: I mean, all my passwords are death-related.

Note

• Looking for code
• Not looking for code

Star-Lord: I wonder what 1969 refers to...
Drax: Perhaps Ko-Rel was counting the number of times she had contemplated the sweet release of death.
Rocket: And then wrote it down and made it her password?
Gamora: I mean, all my passwords are death-related.

Star-Lord: Huh. I wonder...

Photograph

Star-Lord: What about you? Nope.

Portrait

Star-Lord: Ha! Nice! That's... quite the mustache.
Rocket: Find something?

• Looking for code
• Not looking for code

Star-Lord: You think Ko-Rel would have used her badge number as a pass code?
Gamora: Worth a shot.

Star-Lord: So Ko-Rel's badge number is 0001. How could she be the first one?
Gamora: The Worldmind reset all Nova ID's after the Galactic War.

Card (Gamora)

Gamora: I found a key card. Is that useful?
Rocket: Can't access the Nexus with no standard issue key card.

Card

Star-Lord: Huh, wonder what this does?
Rocket: Nothing useful is my guess. Nova Corps and their bloated administrative crap. Probably need a card just to use the bathroom.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: No, it does not sound like a good idea! People should be free to pee whenever and wherever they want.
Gamora: Ew.
Drax: I told you he was a monster.

Archive 2

Drax: Have you found any useful information, Peter Quill?
Star-Lord: Uhhh... Well... It's something...

(If looking for code.)
Gamora: Something numerical?
Star-Lord: Yes... and no.

---

(Idle banter if Peter doesn't have Nikki's passkey.)

Pass code

Star-Lord: What are the chances we'll actually find the right code in here?
Rocket: Pass codes are constantly changing. I used to know this guy who wrote every pass code he had on a sheet of paper.
Drax: If it were me, I would tattoo it to my body.
Gamora: And what happens when you need to change it?
Drax: It would be a permanent pass code.
Gamora: Ooookay...

Personal

Gamora: I wonder if Ko-Rel's pass code is something personal?
Rocket: What, like the date her kid was born?
Gamora: The date the Kree homeworld was attacked?
Drax: The date she copulated with Peter Quill?
Star-Lord: I don't think it was that memorable.

Obvious

Gamora: Ko-Rel always struck me as someone direct. Makes me think her pass code is something obvious.
Rocket: OK, so what's something obvious?
Drax: One, one, one, one.

Two-two-two-two

Drax: Perhaps we should try two, two, two, two?
Rocket: Why?
Drax: Why not?
Rocket: Ugh. Let's just keep sniffing around.

Combinations

Drax: How many possible combinations can a four digit pass code have?
Rocket: Ten thousand.
Drax: I see...
Gamora: In other words, keep looking.

Hack

Star-Lord: Hypothetically speaking, Rocket: how long would it take you to hack the Nexus?
Rocket: Longer than we got, Quill. A lot longer.
Gamora: Let's just keep looking for numbers.

Agreement

Gamora: So you really are scared of trying to hack the Nexus, Rocket?
Rocket: Not scared, just careful.
Drax: When have you ever been careful?
Rocket: Me and the Worldmind got an unspoken agreement. It don't try to hack directly into me; I don't try to hack directly into it.

Unguarded

Drax: Dog report item: the Nexus appears strangely unguarded.
Gamora: What about the giant robot priest?
Drax: Ah, yes. I forgot about the giant robot priest.

Attempt

Drax: Worldmind! I demand you reveal yourself to us!
Gamora: What are you doing?
Drax: I was trying something. It did not work.

Niceness

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: More plants? I'm surprised there's any plants here at all. I've been trying to tell you all Nova are cold and heartless. Except your girlfriend and your kid, Quill. I'm sure they're very nice.

---

Wrong input

Star-Lord:
(Misinput 1.) Flark.
(Misinput 2.) That's not it.
(Misinput 3.) That's not it, either...
(Misinput 4.) Oh, come on!
(Misinput 5.) I really thought that was the one.
(Misinput 6.) So much for that.
(Misinput 7.) Nope!
(Misinput 8.) Wrong again!

Correct input

Star-Lord: («Valid passcode» appears.) Yes! Guys! We're in!

Highlight category

(Audio logs.) Gamora: I keep expecting the Worldmind to pop out on us...
(Personnel files.) Rocket: Go to the Criminal Records, Quill. I wanna see my files.
(Criminal files.) Gamora: I have always wanted to see my record...
(Image files.) Drax: We may find pertinent information here.
(Video logs.) Groot: I am Groot.

---

Audio Logs

(Select 1.) Rocket: Get to the juicy stuff already.
(Select 2.) Gamora: This should be interesting.
(Select 3.) Drax: Hrmmmmm.
(Select 4.) Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: Groot says he's bored, too.
(Select 5.) Star-Lord: Let's see...

NC Handbook #217 - Channeling Nova Force

Worldmind: (Recording.) Channeling your Nova Force: A comprehensive guide to meditation and managing your mental health...
Gamora: Actually, I wouldn't mind a copy of that.
Rocket: Pass.

Contraxia Incident Report #5340917

Ko-Rel: (Recording.) Let me get this straight. She became a teapot...?
Centurion: (Recording.) That's what my source said.
Rocket: [laughing loudly] Amazing.
Gamora: I hate you all.

NC Han0101K #190 - Prisoner Proce0101g

(Unintelligible audio recording.)
Rocket: Well that don't sound good.
Drax: The audio file must be corrupted.
Rocket: The audio file, and everything else in the galaxy.

Precheck Notice - QZ Mission #12071965

Ko-Rel: (Recording.) Attention away team. Please ensure your helmet cams are in full operation ahead of this afternoon's away mission into the Quarantine Zone. Thank you.
Gamora: Just like Ko-Rel. Everything by the book.
Star-Lord: Yeah...

---

Personnel Files

(Select 1.) Rocket: It's a list of bucket heads...
(Select 2.) Gamora: I'd rather read Rocket's criminal record.
(Select 3.) Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: Who cares about the kid's file?
(Select 4.) Rocket: Pffft, talk about the galaxy's most boring people...
(Select 5.) Drax: I fail to see how we would find any useful information here.

Ko-Rel

Rocket: [groan] We already know your girlfriend works here, Quill.
Star-Lord: So? It might have useful info or something...

Malik Tarcel

Rocket: "Agent of Thanos?" Gamora, care to explain?
Gamora: Not really, except that it wasn't me.

Nicholette Gold

Star-Lord: Check it out. Nikki's got a file.
Rocket: Boooring!

Rhomann Dey

Drax: I have heard of this one. He was a good man.
Rocket: 'Cept good means scut when you're dead.

Richard Rider

Drax: AWOL? Then who is running Nova Corps?
Gamora: That's a good question.

Samaya

Rocket: She crashed into a Leviathan on purpose and is still a better pilot than Quill.
Star-Lord: Hey!
Rocket: What? You know it's true.

---

Criminal Files

(Select 1.) Rocket: Twenty units mine's the biggest.
(Select 2.) Gamora: Ten units Peter's file is the smallest.
(Select 3.) Drax: There is nothing impressive about having a criminal record. Especially a small one.
(Select 4.) Groot: I am Groot? → Rocket: Pffft. I hope so.
(Select 5.) Star-Lord: Can't hurt to take a peek, right?

Garek & Rosson Blood

Rocket: Pffft. They can't be that scary if they share a record.
Groot: [chuckles heartily]

Glah-Ree

Gamora: I've heard of this guy. He's part of a private army called the "Lethal Legion."
Rocket: Hun. More like the "Loser Legion."

Christopher Powell

Rocket: What is it with you humies and your stupid names?
Star-Lord: Whoa, whoa, whoa! "Star-Lord" is not in the same league as "Darkhawk", okay? One's the name of the greatest band of all time and the other's... a bird.

Drax

Star-Lord: So Drax's criminal record is pretty big...
Drax: That is what your mother said.
Rocket: It's great, 'cause his mother's dead...

Gamora Zen-Whoberi Ben Titan

Gamora: I thought there'd be more here... Barely scratches the surface.

Groot

Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: You? A gold dome? Over my dead body, buddy!

Heather Douglas

Star-Lord: You know, for a non-space faring species, us humans sure get around.
Rocket: Unfortunately.

Jack Harrison

• Met prisoner
• Didn't meet prisoner

Star-Lord: Hey! Isn't that the guy we saw when we tried to pay our fine?
Rocket: Yeah, that's him.

Drax: Do you know this Terran, Peter Quill?
Star-Lord: Just because we're both from Earth, doesn't mean we know each other.

Lady Hellbender

Gamora: Look. It's Drax's girlfriend.
Drax: Lady Hellbender is not my girlfriend.
Rocket: Yet.

Lipless

• Met Lipless
• Didn't meet Lipless

Gamora: Isn't this your friend from the bar?
Star-Lord: Yup.

Star-Lord: Why does this guy seem familiar?

Raker

Gamora: Grand Unifier Raker. Wonder what he was looking for in the Quarantine Zone...
Star-Lord: Probably nothing good.

Subject 89P13

Rocket: Read it and weep, losers. There ain't a single scam me and Groot haven't pulled off. You name it, we've done it.
Gamora: If you're charged, it means you've been caught. You realize that, right?
Rocket: Your point?

Ronan

Star-Lord: Wow. When Kree cops go bad, they really go bad.
Gamora: Actually, an Accuser is the equivalent of a judge, jury, and executioner.

Peter Jason Quill

Gamora: Wow. Your record's a lot bigger than I expected.
Star-Lord: How big were you expecting?
Drax: Minuscule.

Wendell Vaughn

Star-Lord: Another guy from Earth...
Rocket: I'm telling ya, Quill. C-53 is the trailer park of the galaxy.

Yondu Udonta

Rocket: Fun fact. That bounty Yondu put out is how me n' Groot met Quill.
Star-Lord: I'm just glad I talked you out of collecting it.
Rocket: Who says you did?

Zak-Del

Drax: I am unfamiliar with this Kree.
Gamora: One of the Nameless.
Rocket: OOOOOO. "Spooky."

---

Image Files

(Select 1.) Star-Lord: Alright, let's take a look.
(Select 2.) Rocket: Boooooooooooooooo!
(Select 3.) Gamora: Well this is thrilling...
(Select 4.) Drax: Perhaps there is a copy of the child's birth certificate hidden among these files...
(Select 5.) Rocket: [groans]

Una010101ized Br0101 000301 - SEC 101

Rocket: Wow. Super riveting, Quill. And to think we could still be reading my criminal record...
Drax: Please do not.

Unauthorized Activity 010301 - SEC NET

Gamora: I was wondering how they knew about us...
Rocket: Quill must've tripped the sensors on our way out...

Drone Scan 020301 - UCT Vessel

Star-Lord: Isn't that the mining rig from the Quarantine Zone?
Rocket: Oh great. Looks like your girlfriend was collecting evidence against us even after the two of you struck a deal!

Security Breach 025301 - Hangar Bay

Drax: I still do not understand how the Churchman's ship exploded. The Nova Corps is known for their security protocols.
Rocket: It's called stupidity, Drax. Something the bucket heads got a lot of.

---

Video Logs

(Select 1.) Star-Lord: Gotta be something in here.
(Select 2.) Rocket: This better be it.
(Select 3.) Gamora: Come on, come on...
(Select 4.) Drax: I am confident our answers lie here.
(Select 5.) Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: Fingers crossed it is.

QZ Mission #12071965 - HC2

(Ko-Rel and her team prepare to enter the mining rig.)
Rocket: Hey, isn't that...
Star-Lord: The mining ship we explored in the Quarantine Zone? Yeah.
Gamora: When's this footage from?
Corpsman: (Recording.) Signal's stronger. We must be close.
Ko-Rel: (Recording.) How close?
Corpsman: (Recording.) Hard to say. There's too much interference.
Corpsman: (Recording.) Centurion Ko-Rel. Found something.
(Ko-Rel picks up the Soul Stone.)
Ko-Rel: (Recording.) Hey! What are you--!
Corpsman: (Recording.) Watch out!
(The shadow creature from before attacks them.)
Ko-Rel: (Recording.) Flark! Run!
Corpsman: (Recording.) [scream]
Star-Lord: She went in after we left...
Gamora: Flark... That thing... You don't think?
Drax: It is the creature that devoured our monster.
Rocket: Pfft. Could've been a million things. I mean, it's restricted space for a reason.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: No! You're a load of scut! That thing's got nothing to do with us!
Groot: [grunt]

• Confront (R)
• Cover (R)
• Confess (P)
• Deflect (P)

(If Rocket released the creature.)
Star-Lord: Rocket... That gem Ko-Rel picked up... I know you recognize it. It's the one you shot--
Rocket: You're saying this is my fault? Ha! That's real rich coming from you, Quill.
Star-Lord: I'm just saying. We did this... We freed that shadow-thing.
Gamora: Well there's nothing we can do about it now.
Rocket: Exactly.
Gamora: And the Ko-Rel I know is a fighter. Maybe she made it out...
Star-Lord: Yeah. Ko-Rel's tough. If anyone could survive that thing, it's her. I know it.

(If Rocket released the creature.)
Star-Lord: Rocket's right. We don't know what happened. I mean, we don't even know if it is the same creature--
Gamora: Peter! It looked exactly like the thing we saw!
Star-Lord: So? We survived, didn't we?
Rocket: And isn't that all that really matters?
Drax: Is it, Peter Quill?
Star-Lord: No. But if we could survive that thing, then so can Ko-Rel. She had to.

(If Peter released the creature.)
Star-Lord: That gem Ko-Rel picked up... I think it's the same one we shot in the Quarantine Zone...
Rocket: Uh, we? You're the one who shot it.
Star-Lord: Fine. The gem I shot. The point is that shadow-thing came out of it... [sigh] We did this.
Rocket: The Quarantine Zone's a giant death trap. So we released a shadow-thing. We made it out, didn't we? Your stupid girlfriend probably did too. (Pats Peter's arm.)
Gamora: You've been saying the whole time she's probably dead.
Rocket: Uh, probably alive, probably dead, whatever. Important thing is we're all fine.
Star-Lord: Ko-Rel's tough. If anyone could have made it out, it's her. I know it.

(If Peter released the creature.)
Star-Lord: Rocket's right. We don't know if it's the same creature or even where it came from...
Rocket: Or if Quill released it or something...
Star-Lord: Point is... Nova Corps made a calculated risk when they went into the Quarantine Zone--same as we did. It's not like they went in blind...
Gamora: Peter... They were ambushed.
Star-Lord: That doesn't mean they didn't get out. Ko-Rel's a fighter. I know she made it. She had to.

QZ M0101ion #1010101010

(Recording shows only static.)

---

Grand Unifier Raker

(The door behind them suddenly opens with a blindingly bright orange glow emanating from it. Raker enters the room with two Inquisitors behind him.)
Raker: Guardians of the Galaxy. You misread our intentions.
Gamora: No, you've made them pretty clear.
Raker: Sometimes sacrifices must--
Rocket: [grunt] (Attempts to shoot Raker, but all his shots are deflected.) Had to check!

• Sweep the leg
• Ride the stars
• Quill kill

Gamora: Groot, Sweep the leg!

Gamora: Groot, Ride the Stars!

Gamora: Groot, Quill kill!

Groot: [grunt] (Tries using the passport, but it does nothing.)
Star-Lord: Grand Unifier... Raker, right? First, let me just say, it's really cool that you've heard of us. Right, guys? And, it's cool that you didn't try to kill us just then. Especially with your two pals right there. Could have totally ripped us apart the moment you walked in. Which we obviously all appreciate. But also, we kinda got a few questions like--
Raker: Where are Centurion Ko-Rel and her daughter? You came here seeking Truth. Rejoice. The Matriarch wishes to share it with you.
(The Guardians watch as the Hala's Hope is taken aboard Raker's ship, the Sacrosanct.)
Star-Lord: Okay, that is really not cool.
Groot: I am Groot. (Repeatedly attempts pressing the passport, but to no effect.)
Rocket: What do you mean he's not picking up?
Raker: Come. The Matriarch awaits.