The following is a verbal transcript of Chapter 8 from Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy.
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Follow Raker[]
Star-Lord: [Guardians whispering] What's wrong with the passport?!
Rocket: Nothing. The pooch ain't picking up.
Star-Lord: So, we're stuck here?
Rocket: Hey, at least the dumbscuts let us keep our weapons.
Drax: They demonstrate their lack of fear. It is a proven battle tactic. Katathian warriors often ride into battle completely naked.
Gamora: Keep your pants on.
Star-Lord: Although it could be used as a distraction... Yeah, no. Any other ideas?
Rocket: [sigh] Can you froth?
Star-Lord: I can froth.
Rocket: Can you twitch?
Star-Lord: Yeah, I'm pretty twitchy.
Rocket: On my cue, you drop, froth, and twitch. While they're all distracted, we take off down one of them side halls.
Star-Lord: (...) What about me?
Rocket: Well, you, uh... you know. You take one for the team.
Star-Lord: I'm not gonna--
Raker: Walk with me.
Rocket: [whispering] Quill. Just grab your chest and drop.
Star-Lord: Find another plan.
- Promise
Star-Lord: So, the Matriarch asked for us by name?
Raker: You, specifically. Although I cannot fathom why.
Gamora: Peter's constantly surprising us, too. But if he's first in line for brainwashing, I gotta say...
Raker: Is that what you think? That we're brainwashing people?
Star-Lord: We've met your recent converts. Overly zealous doesn't even begin to describe them.
Raker: They have embraced the Matriarch's Promise. A life-altering experience, yes, but one that must be freely accepted.
Rocket: [whispering] Quill. His drone. It's our ticket out of here.
Star-Lord: [whispering] What? How?
Raker: What are you two whispering about? Well?
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: He wants to know if you know you're the bad guy.
Raker: Reductive concepts like "good" and "bad" led us into the Galactic War. And what was gained?
- Admire Raker's ship
- Deny whispering
- (...)
Star-Lord: Uh--Actually, we were just admiring how huge this place is.
Raker: It is grand, isn't it? Belief in the Matriarch restored it to what it was before the war. Just as her Promise will restore everyone we lost. Mothers... Lovers... Sons...
Star-Lord: We weren't whispering about anything. You were talking. We were just trying to--
Raker: Plan your escape?
Star-Lord: Maybe... Kinda... Can you blame us?
Raker: [laughs] You plan because you fear. And you fear because you have suffered. Once the Matriarch unites us in belief, all suffering, all grief, will end. Because those we have lost... will return.
Drax: This Promise... will raise the dead?
Gamora: Of course it won't! You can't bring people back.
Raker: We can't. But the Matriarch-- the divine vessel-- can.
Rocket: [whispering] I got an idea but I need time. Stall him!
- Distraction
(Floating panels combine into a single platform. Raker steps onto it.)
Rocket: What the...?
Raker: [small laugh] Come. Join me. If I intended to kill you...
Star-Lord: [nervous breath] (Hesitantly steps onto the see-through platform, his weight being supported by a mysterious energy.) Wow, okay... That is a cool trick. Wanna explain how you did it?
Drax: Sorcery.
Raker: I can understand how some might see it that way. I used science. The science of faith.
Drax: Faith is not science.
Raker: But faith energy is. This skiff, my inquisitors, even Sacrosanct herself... All powered by the same miraculous energy. Energy I discovered.
Rocket: (Whispers.) I'm going for the drone. Keep him talking.
Star-Lord: (Whispers.) What, now?
(Rocket jumps on the drone as Raker turns around.)
Raker: What? What is it?
Gamora: It's just, um-- you... you discovered stuff... And you claim to, um, control energy--
Raker: Faith energy.
Gamora: Right. Well it just seems like, all this faith energy is-- really, really powerful, um, must be hard to--
Raker: Yes?
- Distract Raker
- Feign interest
- Support Gamora
- (...)
Star-Lord: Hold on a second! You, uh-- um, this is really embarrassing-- You have a... something on your face.
Raker: My what?
Star-Lord: Yeah, it's like this golden... foil-y thing. On your, you know, face.
Raker: I was disfigured during an explosion. One of many tragedies for which I blame Him.
Star-Lord: It's just-- so much! SO MUCH to take in! And we have SO MANY questions. Like how did you discover it? And where? Tell us everything. From the beginning.
Gamora: Right. Yes. Please, spare no detail.
Raker: It was during the war. My people were not religious back then. We were scientists. And miners. Combing the edges of the cosmos looking for resources. Instead, we found death. Unspeakable disease. My son. My only son... Gone. Just like that. And then, it called to me. A light... Defying all my stubborn, rational beliefs, I ordered my people to chase it. And I found Him.
Star-Lord: I think what Gamora's point is-- is you say you have all of this energy--
Raker: Faith energy.
Star-Lord: Right. But, when we first saw you, weren't you stranded on Hala's Hope because your shuttle ran out of juice?
Raker: Yes, I was, but...
Star-Lord: So why didn't you just believe that your ship had more gas?
Raker: It doesn't work that way. Faith energy is a by-product of belief. Focused belief.
Star-Lord: Okay. Sure.
Raker: I saw this proven. Focused belief in Him is what enabled us to survive--
Gamora: --control it?
Raker: It's fully under control.
Rocket: [frustrated exertion]
Groot: [nervous grunt]
Gamora: So! You were saying?
Raker: Wait, weren't there more of you?
Star-Lord: What!? No. No. Nope.
Gamora: No! Nope.
Drax: It seems like the kind of thing we would be aware of.
Raker: Indeed.
Gamora: So, please, continue your fascinating account of-- you know, believing in... stuff.
- Something about Them?
- Something about Him?
- Something about Her?
- (...)
Star-Lord: What did you mean when you said "Them" just now?
Raker: What are you talking about?
Star-Lord: What are you talking about? And... could you maybe talk some more about it?
Raker: I was talking about Him. The healer who could not reverse the death of my son.
Star-Lord: You were saying something about "Him"? It seemed super important.
Gamora: Right, right! Your... father? Uncle? Son?
Raker: My son... died of disease. The "Him" I was referring to was someone else. The first divine vessel of this Church... before it was even a Church. An absurd faith healer, bathed in golden light and wielding unfathomable power. He saw my loss - our collective loss - knew its cause, but refused to reverse it. Because he, personally, never felt what we feel. That is why I founded this Church. To heal. To give hope to those who have lost everything-
Star-Lord: You were saying something about "Her"? It seemed super important.
Gamora: The Matriarch? I guess?
Raker: That is not what I was talking about.
Star-Lord: Are you sure? Seemed like the Matriarch was a thing, at some point.
Raker: She is the second divine vessel. I was talking about the first. The one who refused to reverse the death of my son. But She has come to fulfill that Promise--
(Rocket's drone suddenly plummets before ascending back up.)
Groot: [audible gasp]
Raker: Wait. There were more of you. The little one... is missing!
Drax: Perhaps he died, like your son.
Groot: I AM GROOT!
Raker: What?!
Groot: I am Groot?
Raker: What did he say?
- Admire the con
- Fake heart attack
- (...)
Star-Lord: Yes, good point, Groot. He is totally into his spiritual mission. But I think I figured out all of this. Those were some pretty sweet holograms. I think even the Worldmind would be jealous. They must have cost you an arm and a... another arm, right? And this... that's a pretty sweet trick too, but everybody's got anti-grav these days. And let me guess, you've got a personal shield generator tucked under that terror-toga, don't you? A little makeup, some color-coordination--lovin' the gold laser-light show, by the way--and... you got a pretty sweet little scam. I'm actually impressed.
Raker: Well, good for you.
Star-Lord: Hey, I get it, man. You've got to sell the brand before you stage the "miracle." This one time on Rigel-3 I-
Raker: You think you're all very clever. You hope to delay me because you're afraid. But there is nothing to fear.
Star-Lord: Ugh! Agh!
Raker: What's wrong with you?
Star-Lord: Ow, I think I'm... Yeah, I think I'm having a heart attack!
Drax: Why are we not helping him?
Raker: Cease this at once!
Star-Lord: Gaaaaaaah! Fine...
Raker: You think you're all very clever.
Star-Lord: Don't know what you're talking about.
Raker: You hope to delay me because you're afraid. But there is nothing to fear.
Gamora: We don't actually...
Drax: Usually, the rodent translates-- (Groot shoves him.)
- Distracted Raker
- Failed to distract
(Rocket jumps back down after hacking the drone.)
Raker: Why are you...? Get back here where I can see you.
Rocket: Yeah, yeah. (Gives a thumbs up.)
Raker: You-- Get off that now! Back with the others!
Gamora: [disappointed sigh]
Rocket: What? I was just admiring--
Raker: SILENCE! [deep inhale] [heavy sigh]
Raker: It's time to meet the Matriarch.
- Escape plan
- Drone hacked
- Drone not hacked
Star-Lord: Rocket, tell me you have an escape plan.
Rocket: We're gonna summon the Milano. My new buddy will show us the way. («You bought Rocket enough time to hack the drone and locate the comm center.» appears.)
Drax: You are being very cryptic, rodent.
Rocket: Yeah, well I get twitchy when I'm surrounded by giant murder-bots.
Gamora: They just want us to meet their new mommy.
Rocket: Speaking of which, who else thinks Quill's ex-girlfriend traded in her cop badge for cult robes?
Star-Lord: Come on.
Rocket: What? I'm just saying what we're all thinking...
Rocket: So... we gotta summon the Milano.
Star-Lord: How?
Rocket: If you'd kept Grand Unicorn talking, I coulda answered that! Now we gotta look for a comm relay station. («You didn't buy Rocket enough time to hack the drone. You'll have to wing it.» appears.)
Drax: Ridiculous. This ship is exceptionally spacious.
Rocket: Yeah, well, maybe we can ask Quill's girlfriend for directions after she's warped our brains.
Star-Lord: Come on.
Rocket: What? I'm just saying what we're all thinking...
- The Matriarch
(The Matriarch reveals herself, turning out to be Nikki.)
Star-Lord: Nikki...
Gamora: No...
Groot: I am Groot!
Raker: My Lady, as requested--the Guardians of the Galaxy.
Matriarch: Thank you, Grand Unifier. Guardians, you may approach.
Drax: Peter Quill, order your offspring to come down from there this instant.
Star-Lord: Maybe I'm out of line but... aren't you a little young for a dress that short?
Matriarch: Aren't you a little old to write your name on your clothes?
Star-Lord: [hesitant mumbling]
Matriarch: [laughs] Took you long enough.
Star-Lord: Yeah, well you know how chatty Grandpa gets. (Whispers.) We're gonna get you out of here. Just follow my lead.
Matriarch: But, this is where we're supposed to be. We're going to save everybody. I'm going to save them. I promised.
Star-Lord: Come on, snap out of it, kid. You're just saying what he wants you to say.
(Everybody readies their weapons.)
Star-Lord: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on, everybody just...
Gamora: The girl is clearly not herself.
Matriarch: Of course I am. But I'm more than just me.
(Everybody puts away their weapons, with Gamora hesitating.)
Gamora: [disappointed sigh]
Star-Lord: What do you mean? Where's your mom?
Matriarch: Mom is here. She's right here... inside me.
Rocket: Well thanks for clearin' that up.
Matriarch: The Light... joined us. I thought she was gone. But I can bring her back. They're all waiting for us to bring them back. All we need is faith. The Grand Unifier... helped me understand.
Star-Lord: This is one big con! Trust me, I know a thing or two about--
Matriarch: Why can't you just believe in me?! Why won't you just listen! Nobody ever listens! Until I show them. (Uses the soul stone to trap the Guardians inside their Promises.)
Peter's Promise[]
Peter: (Distant.) Mom! No! No! Mom! Stop!
Nikki: She doesn't have to die, Peter... You can save her. I promise...
(Present-day Peter finds himself back in time, right before Meredith's death.)
Meredith: (From outside.) Get back! Your scaly mitts won't touch one hair on his head! I said get back!
- Fight
(Peter jumps through the window.)
Meredith: I'm so happy to see you Peter! You have no idea what I've gone through...
Star-Lord: I have no idea how this is happening right now!
Meredith: Peter!? I imagined this moment so many times...
Star-Lord: So did I mom, so did I.
Meredith: Push them back, Peter! You can do it! You can finally save me!
Star-Lord: I've missed you so much, mom!
Star-Lord: Real tough guys picking on a lady and a kid. I'll show you!
Meredith: They aren't going to keep us apart anymore!
Star-Lord: You Chitauri jerks are going to pay!
Meredith: Peter! You're back! I always knew you'd come back!
Star-Lord: Not so easy this time, is it?
Meredith: Kill them, Peter! Make them pay for what they did to us!
- Saved Meredith
Meredith: Peter... Oh, Peter. My boy...
Star-Lord: Mom?! What's going on? How is this possible?
Meredith: You saved me, that's how. I knew you would never leave me.
Star-Lord: I didn't. I mean--
Meredith: Look at you. Look at you, all grown up. And into the great leader I knew you would become. Peter, I am so proud of you. Your father would be so proud.
Star-Lord: I don't understand. I saw you die. Am I... did I go back?
Meredith: You are here. That's all that matters. We have all the time in the world now. You, me, and your friends, too.
Star-Lord: My friends...?
Meredith: Sure! The house is plenty big enough. And I want to meet this amazing team of yours and hear all about your incredible adventures.
Star-Lord: [chuckles] That is... You don't know how bad I've wanted this.
Meredith: Nothing will ever break us apart. I Promise, Peter. I Promise.
- Hug 1
Meredith: I can't believe I have you back.
Star-Lord: Uh... Mom? You're squeezing kinda tight.
Meredith: We have so much time to make up for. Maybe we'll finally get to finish that game. Can you feel it? The Promise is all around us. The Matriarch will reunite us now and forever.
- Car
Star-Lord: [whistles a song]
(Check 1.) Plugs are like new. So that's not the problem.
(Check 2.) That was a little loose. Shouldn't be the cause of the problem though.
(Check 3.) Uhm. Might need to top off the oil.
(Check 4.) I guess that needs replacing.
Meredith: Peter! Dinner's almost ready!
Star-Lord: Yeah, be right there, mom.
- Car delay
Star-Lord:
(Delay 1.) [continues whistling song]
(Delay 2.) Grandpa always said if you can't fix it yourself, better figure out how. Thanks...
(Delay 3.) If I can fly the Milano, I can fix a lousy truck...
(Delay 4.) Hmm, the problem is the truck is older than I am.
(Delay 5.) Should probably ask Rocket to take a look at this.
- Cooking
Drax: Meredith Quill, where do you keep your carving knives?
Meredith: There's one in the drawer, nearest the stove.
Drax: All I see is a dull instrument fit for a child.
Meredith: That's the one.
Drax: I will have to bring you a Katathian blade on our next visit. They can slice through solid steel.
Meredith: That's very generous, Drax. I just don't know how often I'll be chopping through something that hard.
Drax: I can also supply a few recipes. My wife makes a delicious axe head soup.
Meredith: That sounds... hearty.
Gamora: It actually tastes a lot better than it sounds.
Drax: Our fiercest warriors swear by it.
Meredith: Well, in that case... How can I resist?
- Approach Meredith
Meredith: There you are, Peter. I was just about to come out and call you again. Some things never change, I suppose.
Drax: Ah, Peter Quill, your mother was just telling us about your childhood.
Meredith: Just some of your better adventures.
Drax: She also told us she had found a suitable mate for you. But you refused to see reason.
Meredith: Drax! You said that would stay between us.
Rocket: That's your first mistake, Mrs. Quill.
Gamora: Oh yeah. He's the biggest gossip of us all.
- Object
- Tease
- (...)
Star-Lord: [sigh] Are you still pushing that Janey thing?
Meredith: She's a lovely girl, Peter. Who's turned into an even lovelier young woman.
Gamora: She does sound pretty nice, Peter.
Rocket: Better than all the rest of them, for sure, Quill.
Meredith: "All the rest of them?"
Drax: Your son is rather promiscuous, Meredith Quill.
Star-Lord: Dude! Not cool!
Meredith: Sounds like we need to have a serious talk over dinner, Peter.
Star-Lord: Why do I feel like I'm about to get grounded?
Star-Lord: We've only been on Earth for half a day, mom, and you're already playing matchmaker?
Meredith: I've waited this long for grandkids, Peter.
Gamora: Haven't you told her about Nikki, Peter?
Meredith: Nikki? Who's she?
Drax: She is Peter Quill's illegitimate daughter. Your illegitimate granddaughter.
Star-Lord: I was trying to find the right time to tell you...
Meredith: Sounds like we need to have a serious talk over dinner, Peter.
Star-Lord: Why do I feel like I'm about to get grounded?
Drax: I enjoy being informed.
Gamora: And then informing everyone else.
- Poultry
Drax: The poultry is nearing perfection. And the root vegetables have been pulverized to a satisfying consistency.
Gamora: It smells great.
Meredith: Doesn't it though? Drax won't tell me what his secret spices are...
- Guests
Meredith: Rocket, do you think you could help me set the table?
Rocket: Sure thing, Mrs. Quill.
Gamora: Aren't you even going to argue a little?
Rocket: Hey, we're guests here. Helping out is the least we can do.
- Appealing
Drax: You see, the crispiness of the skin belies the juicy flesh beneath.
Meredith: Oh my... I mean, I've had chicken all my life, but you make it sound so... appealing.
Rocket: Can I eat in the living room?
Meredith: No way. We're all going to sit at the table and eat together.
- Language
Rocket: I'm flarking starving!
Meredith: Rocket! Language.
Rocket: But I said--
Meredith: I know exactly what you said. And I won't have any scut like that in my house.
- Game
Rocket: Hey Quill, can you do something about your mutt? He won't stop staring at me.
Star-Lord: No! He just wants to play.
Gamora: Maybe you should take him outside, let him chase you around.
Rocket: Har har. You're just about as funny as this game is exciting.
Meredith: You know, we could all go see a game next time! It's not the major leagues, but you might appreciate it more after seeing it live.
Gamora: I'd like that.
Drax: That would be an acceptable activity.
Rocket: Yeah, sounds fun, Mrs. Quill. Long as we leave the dog here.
- Unwind
Gamora: I still don't know why the hitter doesn't bring his bat with him around the bases.
Rocket: Or why they don't blow up when they run across them. Like mines, you know?
Meredith: [chuckles] You two sound like you need to unwind.
Gamora: Sorry, Mere. It's kinda hard to turn off.
Meredith: You should take a bath after dinner. It's very relaxing.
- Mug
Star-Lord: Can't believe you still have this.
Drax: The craftsmanship is shoddy at best.
Meredith: Be nice, Drax. Peter tried.
- Radio
Star-Lord: Is this the same radio you used to have?
Meredith: Yep. Sounds better than ever too.
Star-Lord: Guess they don't make things like they used to...
- Laundry
Star-Lord: Gamora! What did I say about putting your clothes in the wash with mine?
Gamora: That you'd be happy to take care of it?
- Talk to Groot
Groot: I am Groot? I am Groot!
- Downstairs
Meredith: You better be washing your hands, Peter!
Drax: His hygiene habits are deplorable.
Meredith: You should have seen his room when he was a kid. Toys just laying around everywhere.
- Toothbrush
Star-Lord: Why are the bristles wet... [sigh] Who keeps using my tooth brush?!
- Peter's room
Star-Lord: Mom! What happened to my room?!
Meredith: You were gone for so long, I had to move on. But I couldn't bear to finish.
- Break free 1
Star-Lord: Let go of me! Stop! Stop hugging me!
Meredith: [heavy breathing] Peter... It's okay! It's me.
Star-Lord: It can't be. How can you be her?
- Hug 2
Meredith: Of course it's me, sweetie! It's just been so long.
Star-Lord: I saw you die.
Meredith: You saved me! It's okay, son. Let yourself believe. The Promise will protect us. Things will be as they always should have been.
- Break free 2
Star-Lord: This isn't right! [grunt]
Meredith: [grunt] How can this not be right, Peter? We'll be together!
Star-Lord: The Chitauri killed my mother!
- Hug 3
Meredith: That's right sweetie, just let her light in.
Star-Lord: [struggles] Let go! You're hurting me!
Meredith: I would never hurt you. You're my boy.
- Break free 3
Star-Lord: You're not her! [grunt] My mother died when I was thirteen!
Meredith: [sigh] But it doesn't have to be that way! Trust me!
- Hug 4
Meredith: Good Peter. It will all be over soon.
Star-Lord: No! Stop this. Please.
Meredith: That's right son. Just give in.
- Aim 1
Meredith: Peter! What are you doing?!
Star-Lord: I'm sorry...
Meredith: This isn't funny. Put that down, young man. I told you to put it down!
Star-Lord: [struggles]
Meredith: Peter... Come on now... Stop it. You're being silly. It's me, Mom... Peter, please. I don't like this.
- Aim 2
Meredith: Please. You have to trust me.
Star-Lord: I can't! This isn't real!
Meredith: No. Don't give up on me. I am not going anywhere. Peter, please. We can be together! Why are you doing this? You're scaring me. Put those down.
- Aim 3
Star-Lord: [sniffles]
Meredith: It's okay! You're scared! Why won't you believe me? You can't leave me in this place. I can't lose you again. I won't.
- Shoot 1
Meredith: [gasp of pain] I don't understand. I love you, Peter! What did I do?! Sweetie... Please, don't do this. You're my boy! Help me. Please, come on... [grunts in pain] please... Peter...
- Shoot 2
Meredith: [grunts in pain] Please... Please, son, I don't want to die... I don't wanna die... I'm sorry. Whatever it is, I'm so sorry! Please Peter, I just want to love you! Plea--
- Shoot 3
Meredith: [pained grunts] (Parts of the shadow creature begin to show on Meredith.)
Ko-Rel: (Distant.) Now, Peter! While it's distracted! We can reach Nikki.
Meredith: [screams in pain] (The purple mass breaks down.)
Ko-Rel: (Distant.) She needs our help! Hurry!
Nikki's Promise[]
Nikki: Dad. Dad!
Star-Lord: [sleepy mumbling]
Nikki: Come on, get up! We don't have much time!
Star-Lord: [sleepy mumbling]
Nikki: We need to get everything ready, Mom'll be home soon! Come on, get up!
Star-Lord: Nikki? Wha... [effort grunt] What the... [exhale]
- Birthday
Nikki: Finally! I need your help. Mom'll be home for lunch soon and I want everything to be perfect.
Star-Lord: Perfect?
Nikki: For her birthday. That's today! Did you forget, again? Dad? Dad!
- Play along
- Admit truth
- (...)
Star-Lord: Uh... No, no, of course not... I just don't remember falling asleep...
Nikki: Great! So, can you help me set everything up like we said yesterday? I just need help with the holo-projector, and then uh, there's the cake and the present that we got her. I want everything to be perfect before she gets home.
Star-Lord: Okay...
Star-Lord: Uh... honestly? Kinda?
Nikki: Are you kidding? Dad! You promised you'd help me surprise mom for her birthday!
Star-Lord: I--I did?
Nikki: Yes! You said you'd help fix the holo-projector. And the cake still needs candles. And I can't find the present we got her.
Star-Lord: Right...
- Picture
- Talked to Nikki
- Didn't talk to Nikki
Star-Lord: Hey! When was this taken?
Nikki: Dad! That's from when we visited Earth.
Star-Lord: I took you to Earth?
Nikki: Yeah! And Hala!
Star-Lord: O... Kay...
- Jacket
Star-Lord: I don't remember taking this off... Or hanging it up...
- Milano model
Star-Lord: This better not be like some weird episode of the Twilight Zone... You guys aren't in there, are you?
- Pirate hat
- Talked to Nikki
- Didn't talk to Nikki
Star-Lord: Is this your hat?
Nikki: You gave it to me, remember?
Star-Lord: Oh! Right! I do not remember this...
- Chewbacca toy
- Talked to Nikki
- Didn't talk to Nikki
Star-Lord: Hey! You still have Chewie!
Nikki: Yeah! He's captain of the Milano, now.
Star-Lord: Really? Well congrats, I guess.
- Mug
Star-Lord: "Galaxy's Greatest Dad." Is that supposed to be me?
Nikki: Obviously!
- Hala's Hope model
Star-Lord: We are still on your mom's ship, right?
Nikki: Of course! You're so weird!
Star-Lord: Weird doesn't begin to cover it...
- Plaque
Star-Lord: Never did get one of these... But if anyone deserved it, it was Ko-Rel.
- Jet boots
Star-Lord: Your mom let you have jet boots?
Nikki: After you convinced her.
Star-Lord: Why would I convince her to let you have jet boots?
Nikki: Because they're cool.
- Delay
Nikki:
(Delay 1.) Dad? The projector?
(Delay 2.) Don't forget the cake!
(Delay 3.) Don't forget the present!
(Delay 4.) Projector still needs to be fixed.
(Delay 5.) You know what a cake looks like, right?
(Delay 6.) The present we got is in my room, I think.
(Delay 7.) Don't forget to fix the holo-projector.
(Delay 8.) Dad! Don't forget to light mom's birthday cake!
(Delay 9.) Did you try looking in my closet?
- Cake
Star-Lord: Oh, wow! This looks amazing! Did you make it?
Nikki: Oh no, I ordered it from the bakery planet.
Star-Lord: [gasp] There's a bake--
Nikki: No! I baked it!
- Projector 1
Star-Lord: Hmm... Uh... Nik? Is it supposed to be fuzzy?
Nikki: Ugh, obviously not! It's not focused right or something. Can you refocus it?
- Projector delay
(Delay 1.) Star-Lord: Almost...
(Delay 2.) Star-Lord: Nearly there...
(Delay 3.) Nikki: How's it coming? → Star-Lord: Almost got it.
- Projector 2
Star-Lord: Wow!
Nikki: It turned out so good! I was sure I messed part of it up.
Star-Lord: Wait. Did you make this?
Nikki: Yeah. It's Hala and the star system around it. And I think I got all the moons.
Star-Lord: It's beautiful.
- Approach present
Star-Lord: "Happy Birthday, love Nikki and Peter."
- Take present
Star-Lord: Why don't I remember this?
Nikki: Did you find it?
Star-Lord: Yeah!
Nikki: Okay! Put it with the others!
- Enter kitchen
Nikki: Great! The gift! Put it on the table.
- Present delay
Nikki:
(Delay 1.) Dad? You're not trying to steal mom's present, are you?
(Delay 2.) On the table, dad.
(Delay 3.) Dad! The gift goes on the table.
- Place present
Star-Lord: One birthday present! What did you get her?
Nikki: We got it. On Knowhere. Remember that artist's alley we went to and that painting she really liked? Of Kree-Lar?
Star-Lord: Oh... Right... Yeah...
- Order
Nikki:
(Cake) Okay... That just leaves the present and projector.
(Projector) So! That just leaves the cake and the present.
(Present) Great! Okay. That just leaves the cake and the projector.
(Present & Projector) Just need the cake to be perfect!
(Cake & Present) All that's left is the projector.
(Projector & Cake) Just need mom's present now. I think it's somewhere in my room.
- Finish preparing
Star-Lord: Anything else?
Nikki: I don't think so... How does it look?
Star-Lord: Amazing. Your mom's gonna love it.
Nikki: Thanks, dad. I love you.
Star-Lord: Uh... Wow! Okay, I...
Ko-Rel: (Muffled.) Nikki? Why's the door locked?
Nikki: [whispering] It's mom! [whispering] I'll make sure everything's perfect. You get the door.
- Delay
Ko-Rel:
(Delay 1.) What's going on? Why is the door locked? → Nikki: Okay, okay, okay, I'm ready. Let her in!
(Delay 2.) Nikki? Let me in, please. → Nikki: Dad! Get the door!
(Delay 3.) Is anyone there? → Nikki: What are you waiting for, dad?
(Delay 4.) I will count to three and someone better open this door. → Nikki: She wants in, dad. Open the door.
(Delay 5.) I can hear you in there. Open the door.
(Delay 6.) Open this door, now. → Nikki: Dad! Answer the door! Why are you acting like this?
- Ko-Rel
Star-Lord: (Opens door.) Surprise!
Ko-Rel: Peter? What are you two-- (Pushes the two of them outside the Promise.) No!
Star-Lord: [effort grunt]
Ko-Rel: Don't believe it Peter. This isn't real! She's being tricked. She never should have been here. What she saw... I don't know how, but the three of us are connected now. And that thing... That thing has her, but she can still be saved! She has to accept my death. She must. Show her how to let me go. Free my daughter. Save her. Please!
- Reject Promise
Matriarch: [pained gasp]
(The Guardians snap out of the Promise.)
Raker: Child? Get the Matriarch out of here! Now!
(The Matriarch is taken away by Unifiers.)
Raker: By rejecting the Promise, you have proven yourselves unworthy. And you must be destroyed!
- Fight 1
Drax: No... this is... wrong!
Gamora: Ugh! What did she do to us?!
Rocket: Flarkin' mind games! I'm gonna puke!
Star-Lord: Puke later! Focus on Raker!
Star-Lord: Feel free to make this one personal!
Rocket: You try to scramble my brain, it's personal!
Gamora: It was personal as soon as he took the girl.
Drax: He must answer for this!
Star-Lord: Don't go easy on Grandpa! He cheats!
Gamora: Oh, that won't be a problem.
Rocket: With all those parts, he's like two percent Grandpa anyways!
Drax: Have we been tricked?!
Star-Lord: Where did they take Nikki?
Gamora: Doesn't matter! I'll tear this ship apart if I have to!
Drax: They protect their Matriarch.
Rocket: Can we worry about that later?
Gamora: Raaaaaagh!
Star-Lord: Watch out for Gamora's blade! She's in kill mode!
Drax: Good, assassin! Use your rage!
Rocket: Don't think I've ever seen Gamora this pissed before!
Gamora: If we take their prophet's head, maybe the rest will stand down!
Rocket: That would be one ugly trophy!
Star-Lord: Only one way to find out!
Drax: He is not the light!
Drax: Does anyone else see that light?
Rocket: Yeah, the lighting's real pretty in here. Now kill this guy!
Star-Lord: We're trying to turn off his lights, Drax!
Gamora: Drax, get your head in the fight!
Drax: We shouldn't be here!
Gamora: That includes Nikki.
Rocket: No scut! That's why we're trying to get out!
Star-Lord: Drop this freak and we can go!
Rocket: Faith energy ain't nothin' against good old fashioned firepower!
Gamora: I'd rather feed him my blade!
Star-Lord: Lay it on him, he can't block everything!
Drax: Faith can waver!
Rocket: Careful... pretty sure this guy's gonna explode when we kill him!
Star-Lord: I'm gonna enjoy the fireworks!
Gamora: We should kill him slowly so we have time to figure it out.
Drax: We must release the light.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, don't hold back, Groot! Smack him!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: The passport ain't gonna work, Groot! Stay on the geezer!
- Intermission
(Raker conjures an explosive spear using faith energy and knocks the Guardians down. He turns to leave as regular enemies show up.)
Drax: [heavy panting]
Star-Lord: [heavy panting]
Gamora: [heavy panting]
Rocket: [heavy panting]
Star-Lord: Hey! Grandpa! You think we're afraid of your goons? (Shoots grunt.)
Raker: They do not leave this chamber.
- Fight 2
Star-Lord: Aw, crap.
Gamora: No! NO!!! I am NOT letting that bastard take her again!
Rocket: Again?
Star-Lord: Forget the preacher for now, the choir is pissed!
Star-Lord: How are they able to float like that?!
Rocket: Sounds like Captain Jet Boots is jealous!
Drax: They are true believers!
Gamora: It won't save them!
Star-Lord: What kind of church has bouncers?
Gamora: I could name a few!
Rocket: I think you mean executioners!
Drax: This is all so unnecessary.
Star-Lord: These guys win the prize for creepiest costumes!
Gamora: That's supposed to intimidate us? Hah!
Drax: They are a mockery.
Rocket: They've gotta be hot in those. We should help 'em ventilate!
Gamora: They have the same tech as Raker!
Star-Lord: Only he took the "invincible" upgrade.
Rocket: All tech has a weakness. Just gotta find it!
Drax: They are filled with light!
Gamora: Cosmo wouldn't have cut us off on purpose, would he?
Drax: That would not make sense! The dog report is ongoing!
Star-Lord: No way, he's a good boy. Whatever this is, it's not his fault.
Rocket: A death sentence?! Seems harsh, don't it? Probably just faith energy jammin' up the signal!
Drax: Why must they attack us?
Gamora: They're enemy, Drax. Wake up!
Rocket: Because they're brainwashed scutholes!
Star-Lord: Drax! You need to snap out of it!
Drax: Perhaps we should talk to them.
Rocket: Since when do you talk instead of fightin'?
Star-Lord: What makes you think they can speak?
Gamora: You can talk to their corpses!
Rocket: Tell 'em to stop moving so much!
Drax: Cease your incessant motion!
Star-Lord: Land enough shots and they will!
Gamora: Keep them busy! They're outnumbered!
Rocket: Whatever they're shootin' smells like burnt ozone!
Gamora: Don't be there when they shoot it!
Star-Lord: So yeah... probably wanna dodge that!
Drax: I cannot smell anything.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: I know they look funny, but that don't mean they ain't dangerous!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Treat them like weeds, Groot! We want them gone!
Escape the Audience Chamber[]
Star-Lord: We're easy targets down here! How do we get out?
- Drone hacked
- Drone not hacked
Rocket: Raker's drone gave me a peek at the ship's layout! I'll get us to the comm center, where we can call the Milano to come bail us out of this scuttleflark.
Star-Lord: Okay. But do you see a way up?
Rocket: You shoulda bought me more time with that drone! Now we gotta go in blind and hope we can find a comm center to call the Milano.
Star-Lord: [sigh] We'll figure it out. Anybody see a way up?
Groot: [surprised grunt]
Gamora: Careful!
(Platforms are made as a way up.)
Rocket: I see a way up!
Star-Lord: How thoughtful!
- Fight 3
Star-Lord: Gamora... wait!
Star-Lord: Are we sure up is the right way?
Rocket: Yes, because it ain't here and here is a death trap!
Drax: We could try down, but I do not see a bottom to that pit!
Star-Lord: Not liking our odds against the entire Church here!
Rocket: Yeah, nothin' to none! We're completely flarked unless we catch our ride!
Drax: Perhaps we should just ask them for a ship?
Star-Lord: I'm really missing my ship right now!
Rocket: Relax, we'll call her soon! Just don't get shot!
Drax: There is plenty of ship all around us!
Drax: Perhaps these stairs lead to the light!
Rocket: No, but they're gonna lead us to the exit!
Star-Lord: On this ship, light equals bad!
Drax: Where has the Grand Unifier gone?
Rocket: Probably changin' his golden undies after meetin' us!
Star-Lord: One problem at a time, Drax!
Rocket: Let's get up the stairs before they drop them!
Star-Lord: Don't give them ideas!
Drax: They would not dare!
Rocket: We gotta get further into the ship! It's too open down here!
Star-Lord: I'd love to, but we gotta get through their D first!
Drax: We should follow the assassin!
Groot: I am Groot?!
Rocket: I dunno where she's going, but she's gonna get herself killed!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: I know it looks bad! And it's gonna keep gettin' worse unless we move it!
- Run
(A Lictor Drone appears behind them, with enemies firing on all sides.)
Rocket: Flarkin' runtsuckers!
Star-Lord: Go! MOVE!
Rocket: Scut! Scuttin'!
Gamora: [Rage grunts]
Star-Lord: [Exertion grunts]
Drax: Graaaaaaaagh!
Groot: I am GROOT!
Star-Lord: Go! Go! Go!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: I AM hurrying!
Drax: We may yet escape!
Star-Lord: [Exertion grunts]
Rocket: No one said anything about running when I signed up!
Gamora: Come on, get in! (Skiff in front of them plummets.) Ah, FLARK!!! Just jump!
Rocket: Aaaaaagh!
(The Guardians drop on the skiff.)
Star-Lord: Agh!
Drax: Ungh!
Reach a comm center to call the Milano[]
(The drone follows them down the hole.)
Star-Lord: That's bad! That's very bad! We need an exit!
Rocket: There ain't one!
Gamora: Then make one!
- Delay
Rocket: Quill! Use your head!
Star-Lord: I'm thinking!
Rocket: Use the thing ATTACHED to your head!
- Freeze drone
Star-Lord: There! Got it!
Rocket: That ain't gonna hold forever, Quill!
Star-Lord: I know! Let's hurry!
- Drone approaches
Star-Lord: No no no no no no!
Rocket: Piece of flarkin' scrap!
- Interior wall
Star-Lord: (Selects Drax.) Drax, hit this part of the wall as hard as you can!
Drax: Why?
Star-Lord: Because we're about to DIE!
Drax: Right.
- Warp-drive coolant
Rocket: Mmmm... I'd know that sweet smell anywhere!
Gamora: Come on, we can escape through that drain!
Rocket: Are you nuts? That's highly toxic warp-drive coolant! We can't just jump in there!
Gamora: We need to keep moving!
Rocket: Maybe I wasn't clear--that's a pool of instant death!
(Drax jumps into the liquid below.)
Star-Lord: Whoa!
Rocket: What the--?!
Gamora: Drax!
Star-Lord: Drax, man... um... everything OK?
Drax: Yes.
Rocket: Ok, so maybe it ain't warp-drive coolant...
- Jump down
Star-Lord: Oooh, that's tingly.
- Drain
Rocket: Quill, we need to talk about your kid tryin' to kill us...
Star-Lord: Raker did something to her. This is his--
Gamora: Shh, quiet!
Converted: Do you think they reached the old mining sector?
Converted: No. The Grand Unifier sent Lictor Drones into the lower halls. The heretics would have been disintegrated.
Rocket: Scutholes!
- Lost
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, maybe. But if we are lost, at least they can't find us.
Star-Lord: We're screwed.
Gamora: We're lost and we're screwed.
Rocket: I just need to get my bearings... I ain't never been on a ship this big.
Drax: Trust your instincts, little one.
Rocket: Little one? Umm. Eh, guess it's better than abomination.
Drax: Hah! You are a silly little thing.
(Idle banter.)
- Restoring the dead
Rocket: So this is all about bringin' back the dead? Half the people I've ever known are dead and you don't see me tryin' to burn the world.
Drax: I would raze planets for a chance to restore my Kamaria.
Gamora: You kinda did...
Drax: No. That was for me.
- New Groot
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: What do you mean 'are you a new Groot?' That don't make no sense.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yes, you're the same old Groot. It was just a hallucination or somethin'.
Groot: I am Groot.
- Energy amplifiers
Rocket: Still fumin' about the Grand Unicorn hittin' us with a cheap shot and then runnin' away.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: I dunno how he zapped us. Somethin' about them fancy robot arms.
Gamora: They've got to be some kind of amplifiers for his "faith energy," right?
Rocket: Yeah, let's hope he ain't hidin' any other robot parts.
- Space
Rocket: Why would they build a golden temple into the shell of some old rock-hauler?
Drax: Were you not listening? The Grand Unifier said they were once miners.
Gamora: I'm guessing they need the space.
Rocket: Space for what?
Gamora: Building up their congregation.
- Cosmo
Star-Lord: Are we sure the passport's still down? Cosmo needs to know what's going on here!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Still down. What's the mutt gonna do, anyways? Call Nova?
Star-Lord: Don't underestimate that old dog. He'll know what to do.
Drax: The dog report must be delivered.
- Nikki
Gamora: I swear Raker's going to answer for all of this.
Rocket: Hey, Quill's kid's the one who zapped us with the crazy-ray.
Gamora: Nikki is innocent. He's controlling her!
Rocket: I'm just sayin'... if somebody's got a doomsday weapon pointed at you, you destroy it.
Drax: We are not destroying Peter Quill's offspring.
- Blow up
Rocket: Tempted to rig this whole flarkin' place to explode before we leave.
Drax: We must not harm the girl.
Gamora: I'm with Drax.
Rocket: Yeah, well... I'm gonna need to blow somethin' up... you know, for my nerves.
Gamora: I'm sure you'll get your chance.
- Beauty
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: No, the Matriarch didn't look pretty! She looked ridiculous and completely brainwashed.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I don't care if she was tall like a tree. That's a stupid measure of beauty.
- Onwards
Rocket: [quietly] Scut!
Star-Lord: What are they doing?
Gamora: Blocking our way forward. So many doors... You do know the way out, right?
- Drone hacked
- Drone not hacked
Rocket: I do now! There's Gubbins! («Rocket's hacked drone returned to show you the way to the comm center» appears.)
Star-Lord: You named it Gubbins?
Rocket: Yup. Watch this, he's gonna take us to the comm center. There! That's our exit!
Rocket: I would have if you guys had bought me more time with that drone. It's gotta be through one of them doors.
Gamora: Which one?
Rocket: Well... we know it ain't the one we just came through.
Gamora: Are you kidding me?
Star-Lord: Okay, we got this.
- Pre-fight
(Preparation 1.) Rocket: Hey, look! These idiots don't see us yet!
(Preparation 2.) Gamora: Guys, I ever mention how much I love sneaking up on people? → Star-Lord: I ever mention how much you terrify me?
(Preparation 3.) Drax: Enemies ahead, Peter Quill! → Star-Lord: Shhhh! Quietly. → Drax: (Whispers.) Enemies ahead, Peter Quill.
(Preparation 4.) Star-Lord: Okay, I think we got the drop on these guys!
(Preparation 5.) Rocket: Okay, who's ready for some action? → Star-Lord: Always.
(Preparation 6.) Drax: Danger lies ahead. We must be ready.
- Drop down
Star-Lord: No time to stand around fighting these goons! The faster we get out, the faster we save Nikki!
Rocket: You mean the faster we find the Milano!
Gamora: We're not leaving her!
Follow Gubbins to a comm center[]
- Fight (with Gubbins)
Rocket: Thanks, Gubbins!
Gamora: You trust that thing?
Rocket: Of course! He's one of us now.
Gamora: This is a pointless fight!
Rocket: Get us outta here, Quill!
Star-Lord: Trying!
Star-Lord: Let's finish these guys so Gobbles can get us through here!
Rocket: It's Gubbins! GUBBINS! He didn't mean it, little guy!
Star-Lord: Fight through it, guys! We've got our way forward!
Rocket: See? Good things happen when you trust me!
Gamora: Are we really going to follow that hunk of junk?
Drax: Will it guide us with faith?
Star-Lord: Careful not to hit that drone, guys!
Gamora: As long as it keeps away from me!
Rocket: Better not be a single scratch on his precious little shell!
Drax: I have no desire to destroy it.
Gamora: They're just going to keep sending more guards!
Drax: And we will continue to greet them!
Star-Lord: Keep taking them down. We move when we get an opening!
Rocket: When we get a break, just follow Gubbins!
Gamora: How did we manage to find the one room that seems to connect to every other room on the ship?!
Drax: This place has many mysteries.
Star-Lord: It just means we're going the right way! Right?
Rocket: Part of the plan! It also connects to where we're goin'!
Drax: Does anyone hear that? The drone is singing!
Rocket: Uh, no it ain't. And my ears are better than yours!
Gamora: I think Drax's brain is leaking.
Star-Lord: All I hear is the sound of Church creeps getting whipped!
Drax: There is tremendous power in this room!
Gamora: Was that a compliment? I'll take it!
Rocket: Yeah, that's how they keep the lights on!
Star-Lord: All the more reason to get the hell outta here!
Rocket: We're wasting time here! Gubbins is ready to go!
Star-Lord: Tell that to these Promise-pushers!
Gamora: Kinda busy here, Rocket!
Drax: These people do not wish us to leave yet.
Rocket: Come on, come on! Just die already!
Drax: Patience, my little one. Trust in your plan.
Gamora: I hope your plan pays off, Rocket!
Star-Lord: Don't get sloppy! Not when our plan's back on track!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: No, we can't go yet! He's programmed not to lead if I'm under fire!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, Gubbins is on our side! He thinks I built him now!
Find the exit leading to a comm center[]
- Fight (without Gubbins)
Rocket: Quill, try them doors!
Star-Lord: I'm on it!
Gamora: Okay, now what?
Rocket: Cross your fingers and pick a door!
Gamora: We don't have time for that!
Rocket: We don't have time to stand around complaining, either!
Star-Lord: Why does this room have so many doors? / Gah! No idea which way to go to get out of here! / Are any of these doors actually exits?
Rocket: This is what happens when you let miners build a ship! / This ship is as flarked up as the d'astbags who fly it! / Remind me to look up the loser who built this place and kick him right in the sweet spot!
Drax: When you are lost, you must realize where you are. / Is this all an illusion? / Follow your instincts, trust your senses.
Gamora: We'll just have to try them all until we find our way! / We can't give up! Gotta try them all! / They could've put up signs or something!
Star-Lord: I'm already sick of this place! / We need to get out of here!
Gamora: And the people in it. / It's garish and loud, like the Church.
Drax: Agreed! We are needed... elsewhere! / Forward is... the only way forward. And backwards is not... forward.
Rocket: This is what happens when you flark up the plan! / Next time I say buy me some time, buy me some time!
Star-Lord: This looks like an important place, right? We have to be close to something!
Drax: It is a lovely room.
Rocket: It's definitely a place! On a ship full of places!
Gamora: This is Raker's ship. Every room probably oozes importance for him!
Star-Lord: We're lucky these guys are just goons! Could've been the giant fat guys! / I don't want to be here when they send in the big guns again!
Rocket: Don't jinx it, Quill!
Drax: Perhaps they are saving them for later!
Gamora: Ready to carve through whatever meat they put in front of us if it gets me closer to Raker!
Star-Lord: Wondering if we took a wrong turn somewhere! / Really wishing we had a map right now!
Gamora: We don't have time for this! / Not the best place to get stuck, here!
Drax: We are truly lost.
Rocket: I could've guided us if you didn't flark it up with the drone!
Gamora: This is pointless! We need to move! / We can't let them keep bringing the fight to us!
Rocket: Gamora's right! We're gonna get wasted if we stay here!
Drax: We must deliver our blades to their faces! / Hah! Let them come to us!
Star-Lord: Just take these guys down and we can try a door!
Gamora: Somebody find us a way out! / We're going to have to pick the right door!
Rocket: This is where I point out that's what I was tryin' to do with the d'astin' drone!
Drax: Perhaps if we believe the next door is the right door...
Star-Lord: Trial and error! It's what we're good at! / We'll eenie-meanie if we have to!
Gamora: Keep coming! We'll cut you all down! / Wake up! Raker is using you!
Rocket: Yeah! What she said! / I don't think they care!
Drax: They do not seem to care!
Star-Lord: No use trying to talk to body snatchers!
Drax: Raaaagh! This is not acceptable! / Cowards! A ship full of cowards!
Rocket: I'd stay outta Drax's way!
Star-Lord: That sounds more like the Drax I know!
Gamora: Cut them down fast, Drax! / Yes! Get angry!
Drax: They do not follow the light! The light is the way through! / They act against their Promise! They will get no peace!
Gamora: What does that mean?!
Rocket: Anybody know what the flark he's talking about?
Star-Lord: Drax, you're not making any sense! / Okay... a little confusing there, Drax!
Drax: What?! What is this place? / What?! Where are we?
Gamora: Something's wrong with the big guy!
Star-Lord: Drax, stay with us, man!
Rocket: Don't worry about it - just stab the freaks! / Baldy's havin' a senior moment!
Rocket: They picked the wrong cycle to piss us off! / Why can't any of these flarknards give us a break?
Star-Lord: Don't think they care about our feelings, Rocket!
Gamora: Let's make sure they regret it!
Drax: We threaten everything they have built! / They will die for their Church!
Rocket: I'm about done with the Universal Church of Scutholes! / I hate cults! Especially this one!
Star-Lord: You and me, both!
Drax: It seems as if... they do not want us here.
Gamora: They're going to have a tragic ending! / They won't be around much longer. That's a promise!
Rocket: Can I just point out that all of this was completely avoidable? / This is what happens when you don't do what I say!
Star-Lord: Maybe next time your plan could be more subtle! / You're the one who went rodeo on the man's drone!
Gamora: We should have just put a blade through Raker's throat!
Drax: Regret has no place on the battlefield!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Relax, bud. We'll find a way out!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Well, we can't get MORE lost! So our luck's gotta get better!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: I dunno how many troops they got. On a ship this big... hundreds of thousands, at least!
- Try door
Star-Lord:
(Door 1.) Gonna try this one! → Rocket: Careful, there may be more of these d'ast-baskets in there!
(Door 2.) Alright, door number two! → Gamora: Hurry, Peter! We're going to get overrun here!
(Door 3.) One of these has to be it! → Rocket: Stop pickin' all the wrong doors! → Star-Lord: It's not by choice!
(Door 4.) Got a good feeling about this one! → Drax: Your feelings have nothing to do with your sense of direction!
(Door 5.) Please be the right door...
(Door 6.) This has to go somewhere, right?
- Wrong door
(Wrong 1.) Drax: Peter Quill, are you going to tour the entire ship? → Star-Lord: Trying not to!
(Wrong 2.) Star-Lord: That wasn't it! → Gamora: Then try another one!
(Wrong 3.) Star-Lord: Nothing back there! → Rocket: Thanks for the play-by-play. Now find the right one!
(Wrong 4.) Star-Lord: Damn. Trial and error, people! → Drax: It has been entirely error so far.
(Wrong 5.) Star-Lord: Gaaaaah. Come on!
(Wrong 6.) Star-Lord: Not again!
(Wrong 7.) Star-Lord: Ugh! What is wrong with this place?!
- Correct door
Star-Lord: This one looks promising!
Reach a comm center to call the Milano[]
Star-Lord: Move! Move! Move!
Rocket: Flark! Get in here!
Gamora: Stand back! (Slices the door controls, shutting the door.)
- Gubbins
Rocket: So Gubbins is gonna need his own space on the Milano. Somebody's gonna have to give up their room.
(Gubbins is soon destroyed by a blaster shot.)
Rocket: NO! GUBBINS! He was gonna be the sixth Guardian! Ugh! Sons of chogs!
- Dead end
Star-Lord: Crap! It's a dead end! Now what?
Gamora: Up there! That catwalk's our way out.
Star-Lord: If we can get across that gap.
Rocket: Flark! We got a bigger problem!
Gamora: Drone's back!
Rocket: Quill, find us a way up to that catwalk before we're extra crispy!
Gamora: Peter, tell me you've got an idea here.
Star-Lord: Just... hang on.
Drax: Everything will be fine. They will never reach Katath.
Gamora: What?!
- Select catalytic converter
Star-Lord: That pillar's top-heavy.
- Catalytic converter 1
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Groot, can you lash onto that pillar?
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: You're just confusing him, Quill! That don't make no sense!
Star-Lord: Gamora, can you vault off that pillar or something?
Gamora: What? No!
Star-Lord: Drax! Push that across the gap!
Drax: Yes.
Star-Lord: Rocket, can you blow down that pillar?
Rocket: I thought the plan was to make a bridge, not destroy it!
- Catalytic converter 2
(Drax pushes the converter to the side.)
Gamora: No no no! Wrong way, Drax!
Rocket: What the scut, man?!
Groot: I am Groot!
Gamora: Drax!
Drax: What?
Rocket: You fatheaded Badoon! That was our--
Star-Lord: Doesn't matter! We've got an exit! Let's go!
- Escape drone
Rocket: Quill, that thing really wants a piece of you!
Star-Lord: Too bad! They're my pieces!
Gamora: We should keep moving.
- Enter passageway
Gamora: This doesn't look good, Peter.
Rocket: [troubled whistle]
- Torture chamber
Star-Lord: Whoa. Is this... some kind of torture chamber?
Drax: They look peaceful.
Gamora: Death can be very peaceful.
Star-Lord: It's like they're getting their lives sucked out. Or their... faith...
Rocket: It's like they ain't worth nothing!
- Talk to Rocket
Star-Lord: Hey, uh... are you okay?
Rocket: Might as well be back on Halfworld. Some of my fellow experiments bought into this kind of scut. The Kree scientists told them we were chosen and they tail-to-snout believed it. Even as they were dying.
Star-Lord: But you didn't.
Rocket: I was one of the smart ones. Me and...
(If Peter talked to Rocket about the Spinal Control Unit collectible.)
Star-Lord: Lylla?
Rocket: Can't stand lookin' at em. Let's get the flark out of here.
- Onwards
Rocket: I've had enough of this nightmare.
Gamora: Tell me we're close to your comm center.
- Gubbins hacked
- Gubbins not hacked
Rocket: Gubbins sent us this way.
Gamora: He sent us to a dead end.
Rocket: It wasn't a dead end for him!
Gamora: Actually...
Rocket: [gasp]
Star-Lord: Let's just hope Drax's "shortcut" leads in the same direction.
Drax: Yes. A shortcut.
Rocket: Maybe I'd have an answer, if you people hadn't botched my plan.
Gamora: So that's a no.
Rocket: Big ship like this has gotta have multiple comm centers. We'll find one. I hope.
- Idle
(Idle 1.) Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: Just... not now, bud.
(Idle 2.) Star-Lord: [frustrated sigh]
(Idle 3.) Drax: [clears throat]
(Idle 4.) Gamora: [clears throat] → Rocket: [sighs]
(Idle 5.) Drax: [grunt] → Rocket: Yeah...
(Idle 6.) Groot: [worried grunt] → Rocket: It's gonna be okay.
(Idle 7.) Drax: I have topics we must discuss. → Gamora: Now's not the time for it.
(Idle 8.) Drax: [deep grunt] → Star-Lord: [sigh]
(Idle 9.) Rocket: This sucks and I hate it. → Star-Lord: Yeah...
(Idle 10.) Gamora: Nikki's running out of time. → Rocket: So are we.
(Idle 11.) Rocket: This is all sick. What are we doing here? → Gamora: Not enough.
- Fight
Rocket: Gonna put a bullet in one of these flarkers for every people-battery in this place!
Gamora: That's a lot of bullets!
Rocket: I got enough!
Star-Lord: Starting to think we came really close to ending up as faith batteries. / I wonder if we would have ended up in those juicing tanks.
Drax: A meaningless death.
Rocket: That ain't no way to die. / I ain't goin' out like that. You better put a bullet in me first.
Gamora: And they're going to answer for that.
Star-Lord: Don't think I'll ever sleep again after what we've seen here. / This ship is a nightmare factory!
Drax: We will give THEM nightmares! / We are awake now, so we fight!
Gamora: I've seen a lot of cruelty, but this place may be the worst.
Rocket: Sleep is overrated anyways. Less time to think about wasting scutholes like these!
Star-Lord: Cosmo has to know about this. It's way worse than we thought!
Drax: Yes! It is our mission!
Rocket: Not sure what the pooch is gonna be able to do about it!
Gamora: Not just Cosmo. Everybody needs to know!
Star-Lord: These guys are basically space vampires, right? Leeching faith instead of blood? Flyin' around in their unholy temple ship?
Rocket: Soon they'll all be ex-space vampires!
Gamora: I've fought space vampires. These aren't space vampires. / I don't care what they are. They die just the same!
Drax: This ship is unholy?
Gamora: I need to know where Raker went. He doesn't survive this! / I want another round with the Grand Unifier!
Drax: I have many questions for that man. / He has much to answer for!
Rocket: Stop fixatin' on that loser! We need to get the flark offa this heap!
Star-Lord: We won't get him alone again. It's too risky!
Gamora: This cult needs to burn before it has more time to grow! / We can't let this sickness spread!
Rocket: They step up, I'll put 'em down! / More than happy to purge these pukes!
Star-Lord: We'll stop this, but we gotta get out and regroup!
Drax: There is so much sickness in the universe. So much pain.
Gamora: What's their end-game here? Forced indoctrination of the entire Galaxy? / Do they really believe they can spread their lies to everybody out there? Didn't the Galactic War teach them anything?
Drax: He seems to believe the lies he creates. A dangerous trait.
Rocket: It only takes one egomaniac and a bunch of idiots to ruin everything for everybody!
Star-Lord: And some kind of big party at the end of it all. / Convert everybody he can. Kill everybody he can't. Bring them all back and expect them to be grateful. Yeah, makes total sense!
Drax: Shadows surround us! Demons from the black void! / Go back to the shadows, unholy fiends!
Star-Lord: Yeah! Get those... uh, shadows!
Gamora: What shadows? / What?!
Rocket: I think the big guy's hallucinatin'!
Drax: Deceivers! We will bathe in your organs! / We will pluck your lying tongues!
Gamora: Now you're speaking my language, Drax!
Star-Lord: Okay, maybe we don't need to go that far! / No time for that! Just put 'em down!
Rocket: Yeah, no... I'm just gonna shoot 'em full of death from over here!
Drax: Who calls my name?! / What is that pounding noise?!
Rocket: Uh. I didn't hear nothin'!
Star-Lord: I think you're hearing things, Drax!
Gamora: Drax, stay in the fight!
Rocket: Believe your way outta these bullets, Flarknards! / Yeah! Come on! Test your faith against rapid-fire, concentrated death!
Star-Lord: Preach on, Brother Rocket!
Gamora: I think you've converted them, Rocket!
Drax: Faith cannot halt my blades! / Their faith appears intact.
Rocket: Got nothing but FRAG for these monsters! / Let's burn these sick freaks!
Gamora: I'm with Rocket! They need to die!
Star-Lord: We're not gonna end up in some aquarium! / Make 'em pay for it!
Drax: They do not see the light!
Rocket: All those people just stuck in their "Promises." Do they even know they're dyin'? / Leave it to a bunch of sadistic scutbags to use faith as an anesthetic. The Promise? More like The Dirty Lie!
Star-Lord: Takes a special kind of prick to do something like this to people!
Gamora: People will do anything for easy answers. Every tyrant knows this weakness. / Pacification before subservience. Nothing new here.
Drax: What if... we all remain trapped in the Promise?
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: You guys pissed off Groot! That was a really bad idea!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Groot says he's gonna squeeze the faith out of these goons and see how they like it!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I ain't gonna let them hook you up to no faith-drainers. That's my promise.
- Fight ends
Rocket: Man, that felt good! Now let's see where we are. Hmm... Yeah... yeah, this is definitely it! A comm center!
Gamora: Finally.
(Idle banter.)
- Drax's directions
Drax: Have we considered going up? Or we could go down.
Rocket: How? Where?
Drax: Perhaps we should go inside before the storm arrives.
Rocket: Okay, just... stop helping.
- Drax's doubts
Drax: Perhaps we were never meant to leave this ship. What if we are trapped in our penance?
Gamora: Want me to pinch you?
Drax: What if we are still inside the dog's mind prison?
Rocket: No, you're one mind-flark behind. If we were trapped, we'd be stuck in the Nikki thing, not the Cosmo thing.
- Drax's confidence
Rocket: Why do I suddenly feel like a thousand Church goons are headed right to us?
Gamora: They probably are. We weren't exactly quiet.
Drax: Let them come.
Rocket: Oh yeah? You ready to take on a whole ship's worth of soldiers?
Drax: Yes. I have everything I need.
- Big mouth
Gamora: We're cornered prey in here if they send enough troops!
Rocket: [gasp] I got an idea! Let's make sure they can all hear us complain about it!
Gamora: Funny coming from you. You're the one with the big mouth.
Rocket: While that is anatomically true... you can flark right off!
Gamora: Gladly, if it means getting out of this room.
- Complaining
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: I wanna get outta here too, but complaining don't help none!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Now my best friend's giving me scut. Real flarkin' nice.
Star-Lord: Guys, just cool it. We'll figure this out.
- Jail
Rocket: Kinda wishing we'd just stayed in jail.
Gamora: You can go back to jail once we get out of here. I'll sign the paperwork.
Star-Lord: Nobody's going back to jail. Cosmo made us a deal.
Rocket: And then conveniently disappeared when things went south!
- Tomb
Gamora: We need to find a way out of here before this place becomes our tomb.
Drax: I have seen worse tombs.
Gamora: You can die here if you want. I won't.
Rocket: They'll probably just incinerate our corpses anyways. It's a pain in the tail to get cadaver-stink outta your vent systems.
Drax: I will not die here either.
- First ones
Rocket: Wonder if all the poor sons of chogs who worked this ship before the Church were the first ones brainwashed.
Gamora: Raker said they were ravaged by disease. Give those grieving survivors something to believe in.
Star-Lord: Like a healer.
Gamora: Yeah. I bet they were the first of his faithful.
- Radiation poisoning
Gamora: Rocket, is it safe to be around all this exposed faith-tech? We're not getting radiation poisoning or anything, right?
Drax: Would the Grand Unifier risk poisoning his own people?
Rocket: Yeah, probably.
Star-Lord: Yep.
Gamora: Yeah.
Rocket: Don't worry about it. I've been irradiated enough times to recognize that tickle.
- Good old days
Rocket: Remember the good old days when we were just gonna snag a monster and sell it for some profit?
Gamora: Did anybody really believe it would go that easy for us?
Star-Lord: Yeah...
Drax: No.
Rocket: No.
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: ...no. No.
- Network interface
Star-Lord: (Selects Rocket.) Rocket, do your magic.
Rocket: Yeah, yeah, just let me do it.
- Comm center
Rocket: That must be the comm relay. Our ticket off this heap.
Star-Lord: So uh... how long's this gonna take?
Rocket: I'm gonna need your help.
Star-Lord: Sure.
Rocket: Alright. (Pushes him out of the way.) Just stand right here.
Star-Lord: Okay...
Rocket: Perfect.
Star-Lord: [sigh]
(...)
Drax: Why are we pretending we did not witness what we witnessed in the ceremonial chamber?!
Gamora: Because the "Promise" is an insidious lie.
Drax: How can you be certain?
Gamora: Because I wanted to believe it. But I knew, when I woke up it...
Drax: ...would all be gone.
Star-Lord: What did you see?
Groot: I... am Groot. (Groot and Rocket smile at each other.)
Star-Lord: I saw my mom. Alive. But there was something else there, too.
Rocket: A shadow...
Star-Lord: Yeah, exactly.
Gamora: Whatever it is, it's using the girl. Probably fed her a lie of her own. About Ko-Rel.
Star-Lord: I know. She's...
Rocket: Flarkin' scut! (The comm relay shoots out sparks.) What? That was completely intentional. The Milano's on her way. (Groot puts out the fire on Rocket's whisker.) Thanks, Bud. Alright, let's split before the faith brigade realizes what we did.
Follow Rocket[]
- Overboard
Star-Lord: Where's the Milano supposed to dock?
Rocket: It's cute that you use the word dock. She doesn't have hangar clearance so we're gonna have to get creative.
Star-Lord: Okay, just... don't go overboard.
Rocket: That's exactly what we're gonna do. I found a rendezvous spot near the hull.
Star-Lord: Wait, what?
Rocket: Relax. I know where we're going.
- Deep Mine Device
Star-Lord: This looks like something Rocket would like.
- Approach workbench
Gamora: Peter, there's a workbench we can use.
Rocket: Do it fast if you're gonna. That drone's still hunting us.
- Use workbench
Star-Lord: Better safe than sorry. Let's get it done.
Rocket: Alright.
- Leave workbench
Rocket: Now let's get outta here while we still can.
- Faith-tech door
Rocket: Ugh. We need to get through here but the stupid faith-tech door ain't powered.
Gamora: So how do we charge it?
Rocket: Gotta find something compatible with that power port.
Find a Faith battery[]
- Approach power port 1
Star-Lord: Maybe I can just zap it?
Rocket: Runs on faith. Unless your guns can squeeze out some faith juice, we're screwed.
Star-Lord: [sigh] Alright, let's look around. Maybe we can find something.
- Zap power port
Star-Lord: And... nothing.
Rocket: Told ya.
- Power supply receptacle
Star-Lord: I bet one of those faith batteries is supposed to fit in here.
Rocket: Genius, Quill. Considering that's what I just told you.
- Approach robot
Star-Lord: Got a lazy death-bot here. His battery might still have some juice.
Rocket: Worth a try!
Star-Lord: Okay. You just keep on sleeping, buddy. I'm just gonna...
- Take battery
(The robot sparks.)
Star-Lord: Whoa! WHOA! Not cool.
- Bring battery
Gamora: Do you know what you're doing?
Star-Lord: Sure. Battery in the battery slot, right?
- Approach power port 2
Star-Lord: Will this work?
Rocket: One way to find out. Hook it up.
- Place battery
Star-Lord: Looks like it worked!
- Drax
Rocket: Somebody wanna fetch the Destroyer?
Star-Lord: Drax. You coming, man? Drax? Hello?
- Talk to Drax
Star-Lord: Hey. Drax. What's wrong?
Drax: It has occurred to me that this may be nothing more than a lingering dream.
Star-Lord: It's not. I promise. But we need to go.
Drax: Very well.
- Chanting
Star-Lord: What is that?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, that is kinda scary.
Gamora: I've never heard any ship make that noise. Not even Chitauri.
Rocket: Is that... singing?
Gamora: More like distant chanting.
Rocket: Whatever it is, that's a lot of people.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: We have to go this way! We need to keep pushing forward or we'll miss our ride!
Gamora: Assuming she actually makes it on time.
- Rally the team
- Lighten the mood
- (...)
Star-Lord: Guys, whatever's up there, I just want you to know that there's nobody I'd rather have by my--
Rocket: Ugh. Is now really the best time for a we're-about-to-die speech?
Star-Lord: That's not what I'm doing. I'm just saying... We've been through a lot together and I know it hasn't always--
Rocket: And he's still going!
Star-Lord: Our luck's gotta change. I mean, once you shoot your own mom in the face, things have to go up from there, right?
Gamora: Peter, you know none of that was real.
Rocket: The kid you never knew you had could join a doomsday cult and try to murder you and all your friends.
Rocket: Flark, whatever that is, it's really close!
Rendezvous with the Milano[]
Star-Lord: This is...
Rocket: Flarked.
Gamora: There must be millions of them.
Star-Lord: At least.
Groot: I AM GROOT!
Rocket: Yeah, and how are we supposed to help? We need to worry about getting our own tails off this death trap!
Star-Lord: We survive, then we make sure Cosmo knows everything about this nightmare. He'll know what to do.
(Enemies approach with skiffs.)
Drax: The Church comes for us.
Rocket: Flark!
Star-Lord: Think we can hijack that skiff?
Rocket: Probably. It'll be an ugly hack.
- Shoot skiff
Star-Lord: No good! It's just like Raker's shield!
- Ride skiff 1
Rocket: Okay, let's see what we can do with this scut. Come on... come on...
Star-Lord: You sure you can--WHOA!
Gamora: If just one small faith battery can power one of their robots, imagine the power they harness here...
Star-Lord: And they're conquering planets now. Even this is small scale.
Drax: DID YOU HEAR THAT?
Star-Lord: Hear what?
Drax: There was a...
(Enemies shoot at them from skiffs.)
Star-Lord: WHOA!
Rocket: We're okay! They're just bouncing off the shield!
(Skiff's shield breaks.)
Rocket: What the scut?! Shield's down! Blast them!
Star-Lord: Keep your heads down! I've got this!
- Fight (skiff)
Star-Lord: We're really exposed out here!
Rocket: We'll be fine. Just don't get shot. Or let us get shot. Or let the skiff get shot.
Gamora: You have to kill them before they kill us!
Star-Lord: Keep her still, Rocket!
Rocket: Keep them lasers off my face!
Gamora: Just get us back to solid ground!
Drax: This is exhilarating!
Star-Lord: Can we get the shield back up?
Rocket: Nope. It's fried!
Gamora: They'd just knock it down again!
Drax: If only we could shield our thoughts.
Gamora: Get me in range so I can chop them, Rocket!
Rocket: Uh, no. You want them to board this thing?
Star-Lord: Take a breather, Gamora. We'll handle it!
Gamora: Ugh! I can't do anything from here!
Rocket: Scowl at 'em! Weaken their morale!
Drax: Perhaps it is time for meditation.
Star-Lord: It's fine. We've got this!
Drax: There is power here.
Gamora: That's an understatement.
Rocket: Yeah, no scut! It's tryin' to kill us!
Star-Lord: Yeah, well I've got some, too!
Rocket: D'astin' crap-heap! Who programmed this thing?!
Drax: The Universal Church of Truth.
Gamora: You're not inspiring confidence here, Rocket.
Star-Lord: Power through it, Rocket!
Rocket: These things ain't as fast as I'd hoped!
Gamora: Just keep us moving!
Drax: There is no need to rush.
Star-Lord: Just worry about keeping it afloat!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Just try not to be so tall! I'll get us out of this!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Can't talk! Drivin' and shootin'!
- Dock skiff 1
Rocket: Flark! This thing's going down! We gotta dock this heap fast!
Star-Lord: Now what, Rocket?
Rocket: We need a new skiff that ain't got holes in it.
- Fight
Gamora: They're trying to pin us in!
Drax: Their mistake!
Rocket: Hey goons! Try to stand real close together!
Star-Lord: Anybody see a way out of here?
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Yeah, hard to tell with all the moving parts!
Star-Lord: What is all this?
Drax: A place to store faith.
Rocket: Fuel depot for the skiffs, looks like!
Gamora: I bet they're powering up faith batteries!
Star-Lord: They're crawling out of the woodwork--err, faith tech! / Watch out, they're coming from all sides! / They're closing in!
Drax: Let them come!
Gamora: Keep an eye on each other! / Keep moving! Don't let them get a fix on you! / Don't be an easy target!
Rocket: Don't walk into my crossfire! / Never seen goons so eager to die! / And they're gonna regret it!
Star-Lord: Take 'em down fast! We need to get off this thing!
Rocket: I would if these flarknards would quit fightin' back!
Gamora: They're trying to trap us here!
Gamora: We can't stay here! / We don't want to be here for reinforcements!
Rocket: Tell them that! / Flark, these guys are stubborn!
Star-Lord: We gotta outgun them... or out... sword them! / Don't let up!
Gamora: They're trying to distract us so more can come!
Rocket: It's workin'! They're really distractin'!
Star-Lord: It's gonna cost them!
Drax: Why do they fight us?
Rocket: Because they're a loony space cult?
Gamora: They have a death wish!
Star-Lord: I thought Raker made that pretty clear!
Rocket: Come get some of Rocket's Gospel! / The Church of Pain is in session, scutholes!
Star-Lord: Preach! / Hear the word!
Gamora: These creeps are eager for enlightenment! / They look like believers!
Drax: Is there a manuscript?
Rocket: We were here first! Get off! / Graaah! Get the flark offa my platform!
Drax: Raaagh!
Star-Lord: Yeah! King of the hill, suckers! / I don't think they care!
Gamora: They don't want to share! / Keep pushing them!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Just watch your back, Bud! They got home ship advantage!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: They all got skiffs - we just need to find a docked one!
- Fight ends 1
Star-Lord: Need to steal another skiff. Let's find one fast, people!
Rocket: There's our ride! Come on!
- Ride skiff 2
Gamora: There's no end to them!
Star-Lord: Rocket, can you outrun them?
Rocket: How? We've got the same skiff!
(Skiff's shield breaks.)
Star-Lord: Crap, the shield's blown!
Rocket: You gotta keep them off of us!
- Dock skiff 2
Star-Lord: We're hit! How bad is it?
Rocket: Bad! I've gotta put her down!
Gamora: Ugh!
(Skiff explodes behind them.)
Rocket: D'astin' hunk of junk!
Gamora: Not good! Get ready for a fight!
- Fight ends 2
Rocket: Another skiff here!
Star-Lord: You want to get onto another one of those death traps?
Rocket: You want to stay on this one?
Star-Lord: Good point.
- Ride skiff 3
Star-Lord: Where's the shield?
Rocket: I dunno! It ain't working!
Gamora: Gonna have to do without it! They're on us again!
- Skiff damaged
Star-Lord: This thing's falling apart!
Rocket: Come on! We're almost there!
Gamora: Are we going to make it?
Rocket: No.
- Dock skiff 3
Gamora: No more skiffs!
Rocket: I think we trashed them all anyways!
(Idle banter.)
- Yes
Drax: Yes.
Rocket: Yes, what?
Gamora: Drax?
- Drax's delusions
Groot: I am Groot?
Drax: A risky proposal, tree.
Groot: I am Groot?
Drax: I do not comprehend how that could save Katath.
Rocket: Uh, Drax, you don't speak Groot. And you ain't makin' no sense.
- Drax's understanding
Drax: I believe I understand.
Gamora: Understand what?
Drax: The words they all spoke in unison.
Rocket: What were they sayin'?
Drax: You would not understand.
- Drax's goals
Drax: We must return to the ship. There is work to be done.
Rocket: Yeah, that's kinda the goal here.
Drax: Good.
Rocket: Yeah... good.
- Rocket's word
Gamora: Rocket, I want your word that you won't let me end up like all those people.
Rocket: Why me?
Gamora: Because I know you will.
Rocket: If they get you, we'll probably all be droolin' right next to you.
Gamora: Do what you can.
Rocket: Fine. I will.
- Questioning
Gamora: If this were war, we'd want to bring back a prisoner for questioning.
Rocket: You wanna drag one of these bloat-holes all the way back with you, you're doin' it yourself.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Ah! Groot makes a good point. We don't even know if they're contagious. Ain't worth the risk.
- Running into
Rocket: This blows. We shoulda just stuck to what we're good at.
Gamora: And what's that?
Rocket: Con-jobs. Smugglin'. And heists.
Gamora: If the Church keeps growing, we would have run into them eventually.
Rocket: Big difference between runnin' into them and runnin' through their ship.
- Nikki
Gamora: Nikki seems to have some power, now. I hope she fights back.
Rocket: Are you kiddin' me? You don't come back from that kinda brainwashin'.
Gamora: I did.
Rocket: Yeah, well she ain't you.
- Fleet
Gamora: We can agree this is probably the Church's capital ship, right?
Rocket: Sure looks like it.
Gamora: And we know they have the Rock and all the ships docked there. Hala's Hope. There's no way we've seen everything in their fleet.
Rocket: Well that's a terrifyin' way to put things.
- Stench
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Yeah, this whole ship stinks.
Gamora: It's body odor. The "faithful" don't seem to wash.
Rocket: It's worse than that. It's like they--
Gamora: We don't need the details.
- Angry
Gamora: This is taking too long!
Rocket: Don't blame me! I'm doin' the best with what I got.
Gamora: I'm not blaming you, I'm just--
Rocket: Angry.
Gamora: Exactly.
- Survival
Rocket: Whatever's goin' on here... once we're out... I don't want no part of it.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Of course we have a choice. This ain't our problem. We took a scut deal. Now we just gotta survive it.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: No, we ain't heroes. That's just shady marketin'. We know what we are. Survivors.
- Vibrations
Rocket: Hang on... You feel that?
Star-Lord: No?
Rocket: The vibrations are different here. We're getting close to the edge of the ship. And our way out of here.
Star-Lord: You can detect that?
Rocket: Hello. Whiskers?
- Raker spotted
Gamora: There he is! I'm going after Raker. Don't follow.
Star-Lord: What? Gamora!
Gamora: Trust me, Peter!
Rocket: Uh-oh. We got another scut-ton of goons coming our way!
Drax: [Katathian war cry]
- Gamora
- Trust Gamora
- Follow Gamora
Rocket: Can't believe she just ran off!
Star-Lord: She knows what she's doing! I hope...
Star-Lord: Gamora! Wait up!
(The platform underneath Peter collapses, but Gamora catches him.)
Gamora: D'ast it, I told you to trust me!
(Raker and Nikki escape.)
Gamora: [enraged scream] («Gamora is infuriated because you didn't trust her to pursue Raker alone» appears.)
Rocket: A little help over here?
- Fight (without Gamora)
Star-Lord: We gotta get through these guys!
Drax: Very well.
Rocket: Ain't gonna be a problem! / I'll make some holes!
Star-Lord: Guys, let's buy her some time!
Drax: What will that accomplish?
Rocket: That woman is nuts!
Star-Lord: Going to be tricky without Gamora!
Rocket: What did you expect from an assassin? / Can't believe she just ran off!
Drax: She will return.
Drax: Where is... the assassin?
Star-Lord: She'll catch up... I hope.
Rocket: I hope Gamora takes that freak's head!
Star-Lord: If anybody can do it, it's her. / I would not wanna be Raker right now!
Rocket: We got close to the Grand Unicorn again. He's gonna send everybody!
Star-Lord: We don't wanna be here when they show up!
Drax: We will welcome them!
Rocket: These creeps are gonna make us late for our date! / No time to get distracted! We're gonna be late!
Drax: It is never too late.
Star-Lord: Not if I can help it! / Shoot 'em faster!
- Fight (with Gamora)
Star-Lord: Back in the game, we need to survive this!
Rocket: The sooner we forget that freak, the better!
Gamora: Ugh!
Star-Lord: Alright, our plan doesn't change!
Rocket: Mine never did!
Gamora: You're just going to leave her?!
Drax: Plans within plans.
Star-Lord: Man, these guys have bad timing!
Gamora: So do you!
Rocket: No, it's good timing because you were gonna do somethin' stupid!
Drax: Time is meaningless.
Gamora: What are we even accomplishing here?!
Drax: A valid question.
Rocket: We ain't dyin', that's what!
Star-Lord: Living to fight another day.
Gamora: Sick of you! / Come on, just die! / Get out of the way!
Star-Lord: [exhalation] / Okay... a little intense. / Sword goes in the bad guys, okay?
Rocket: I'd stay out of her way! / Oh man, you ticked her off, Quill! / Green lady is pissed!
Drax: So much anger...
Drax: Was that... the Matriarch?
Rocket: Yeah, it was the kid. Not our problem.
Star-Lord: She is NOT the stupid Matriarch! She's a kid!
Gamora: And we did NOTHING!
Rocket: Just another wall of freaks keeping us from our ride home!
Drax: Walls crumble.
Star-Lord: Tear 'em down!
Gamora: Bah!
Rocket: Forget the Grand Unicorn! We're gettin' out of here!
Star-Lord: Dammit! We almost had him!
Gamora: Let's just finish this!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: No, we go forward! To the Milano!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Yup! Grand Unicorn probably just called every goon to this part of the ship!
(Idle banter.)
- Drax's strangeness
Drax: It feels strange in here.
Rocket: You feel strange in here.
Drax: That is also true.
Rocket: You need to snap out of it, man.
- Milano
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, she's on her way. I know it. I just hope the crazies don't spot her flyin' in.
- Monstrous
(If Peter followed Gamora.)
Rocket: Getting real tired of everybody chasing after us.
Star-Lord: Just proves we're popular.
Rocket: Popular with the wrong people. And monsters.
Gamora: Monstrous people, in this case.
- Monetizing
Rocket: You know, we've got a big story here. A lotta people would probably pay a lotta money for the inside scoop.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Of course they need to know, but that don't mean we can't make some units in the process. We earned them.
- Root wine
Rocket: Still feeling kinda woozy ever since Quill's kid rooted around inside my brain.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: How do you know what a hangover feels like?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Wait, there's "root wine" from Planet X and you ain't never shared it? We gotta get off of this heap so we can fix that.
- Location
Rocket: Wait... I think I know where we are...
Drax: We are on Sacrosanct.
Rocket: Yeah, real sharp observation there, man. But soon we're gonna be off Sacro-suck.
- Problem
Rocket: Come on... gotta be around here somewhere...
Star-Lord: We got a problem?
Rocket: Uh... Nope. No problem.
- Tired
Rocket: Never thought I'd say it, but I'm gettin' real tired of wastin' people.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: No, I ain't changed. I mean I need a break. Just for a day or two. So I can get some feelin' back in my trigger finger.
- Lost
Rocket: Don't make no sense... there shoulda been more hallways and access ports.
Drax: You are lost.
Rocket: Not lost. Just gettin' my bearings.
- Passport
Rocket: Groot, try the passport again, just in case.
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: What did he say?
Rocket: He says he has been, but it still don't work. Me and that dog are gonna have words.
- Gamora's choice
- Trusted Gamora
- Followed Gamora
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, what happens if Gamora don't catch up? Once they realize we're on the Milano, they'll throw everything they got at us.
Drax: I will not leave Hovat behind again!
Star-Lord: Hovat? You mean Gamora.
Drax: Yes. Of course. The lethal one.
Star-Lord: Gamora asked me to trust her. That's what I'm--
Gamora: When I say don't follow me, I mean it!
Star-Lord: I was just trying to help.
Gamora: I don't need your help! I needed to save Nikki. The longer he has that child's ear, the more damage he'll do.
Star-Lord: I know. But we couldn't even take Raker as a group.
Gamora: Let's just--
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Yeah, we can hear it! Real sick of that flarkin' thing!
- Drone
Rocket: Flark! How's that thing still dogging us?!
Star-Lord: Run! Go! Gaaah!
Rocket: I hate everything in this ship!
Star-Lord: Go! Go! Go!
Gamora: (If followed.) Run faster!
Rocket: I only got little legs!
Drax: Lift your feet, Peter Quill!
Star-Lord: These boots are heavy, okay!
Rocket: We're almost out, right?
Star-Lord: Move! Move! Move!
Drax: We may yet escape!
Rocket: Jump!
Star-Lord: WHAT?!
Rocket: JUMP!!!
- Delay
(Delay 1.) Gamora: (If followed.) We don't have time for this! Keep moving!
(Delay 2.) Gamora: (If followed.) We can't win this fight! We can't even reach them! → Rocket: Let's retreat to the elevator!
(Delay 3.) Rocket: We need to keep moving forward, Quill!
(Delay 4.) Rocket: There's too many of them! Let's take the elevator!
(Delay 5.) Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: Listen to Groot! Get in here!
(Delay 6.) Rocket: Quill! Stop wasting time!
(Delay 7.) Drax: Why are we not moving?!
(Delay 8.) Rocket: Stop showing off! We gotta move, Quill!
(Delay 9.) Rocket: Let's go! Come on!
(Delay 10.) Rocket: D'ast it! We can't win this! Our only chance is to reach the Milano!
- Enter elevator
Star-Lord: Come on, everybody get in here!
Rocket: The Milano should get here any tick now.
Star-Lord: Should?
Rocket: Yeah, well it's the best I can do. And our window to meet her is getting smaller.
Star-Lord: You know they're going to open fire as soon as they detect her.
Rocket: Yeah, I've got her running silent, but who knows what kind of sensors Raker has on this thing.
- Boom
Star-Lord: We can't keep outrunning the whole army! We've got to cut them off or we're gonna die here.
Rocket: I got an idea. Maybe I can overload these batteries, make this part of the ship go BOOM.
Star-Lord: How big of a boom are we talking about?
Rocket: Can't wait to find out! Keep them busy while I rig this place!
Protect Rocket[]
- Fight
Gamora: (If followed.) Incoming!
Rocket: Here come the creeps! I need time, Quill! Keep them the flark off of my tail!
Star-Lord: Don't let 'em shoot Rocket! / Alright, let's keep 'em off of Rocket! / Let's buy Rocket some time!
Rocket: Smart plan! I approve! / In other words, I get shot, you get stuck here! / Listen to that man if you want to live!
Gamora: (If followed.) Work fast, Rocket! / I'll keep an eye on him! / We can't hold them back forever!
Drax: Perhaps they will not even notice his tiny body.
Star-Lord: Rocket, I hope you've got a surprise for them!
Gamora: (If followed.) If he does, he needs to get it done soon!
Rocket: Oh yeah. Raker won't forget this one!
Drax: Kamaria loves surprises.
Star-Lord: Spread out! A lot of room to cover here! / We've got a lot of space--let's use it!
Rocket: Keep them goons offa me! / Just draw their fire away from me!
Gamora: (If followed.) We can outmaneuver them! / They'll try to flank us. Be ready!
Star-Lord: Do you guys give up yet? / Give it up! You goons are outmatched here!
Rocket: Little late for negotiation, ain't it? / Like it's gonna be that easy...
Drax: Surrender would be their best option!
Gamora: (If followed.) They're not rational! / I don't think they can give up.
Star-Lord: Rocket, should we be shooting this close to these things?
Gamora: (If followed.) Now you ask him?!
Rocket: Good question! In theory, we probably won't blow up!
Gamora: (If followed.) We're trusting you to get this done, Rocket! / Rocket, are you sure this is going to work?
Drax: The furry one never doubts himself.
Star-Lord: He's got it. He's a master of self-preservation. / Rocket will MAKE it work!
Rocket: Yeah, we ain't got no other options left! / Doin' my best here! Get off my back!
Gamora: (If followed.) Starting to feel like a last stand scenario...
Star-Lord: Nobody has permission to die here!
Rocket: Not if I got anything to say about it!
Drax: There is no last... or first.
Drax: Why do I feel no honor in this fight?
Rocket: Because you're hungover or somethin'!
Gamora: (If followed.) These aren't honorable enemies!
Star-Lord: This is about survival, Drax!
Drax: This battle must end!
Gamora: (If followed.) We can't keep fighting them here! / We don't have the numbers!
Rocket: Workin' on it! / Tryin' to end it with a big bang!
Star-Lord: Keep on keeping 'em busy, Drax! / Focus on running interference!
Rocket: Come on, let me in! Stupid quantum-locked, triple fault scutware... / Just... carry the seven and... Flark! Work with me here!
Star-Lord: Stressin' me out, man! / Rocket, no pressure, but... figure it out!
Gamora: (If followed.) Think faster! / You've gotta do this, Rocket!
Rocket: Why couldn't they have used one of the 242 programmin' languages I know?
Star-Lord: You got this! I know you do!
Gamora: (If followed.) This is your chance to show off, Rocket!
Rocket: Sounds like a lot of flarkin' gunfire! / I hear way too much shootin'!
Drax: There is... much noise.
Star-Lord: Don't let it shake you! We're takin' care of it! / Don't worry about it. Most of it's mine!
Gamora: (If followed.) We've got you covered! Focus! / Let us worry about that!
Rocket: [laughs] This is better than I thought. / Oh yeah, this is going to be BIG. [laughs]
Star-Lord: That's what I like to hear! / Sounds good, man, but get it done!
Gamora: (If followed.) First time I'm happy to hear that laugh! / Glad somebody's having fun!
Drax: [laughs emotionlessly]
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: I got this, Groot! Help the rest of 'em!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Don't have time for chit-chat, bud! Tryin' to save our butts here!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: When have I ever failed to blow somethin' up?
- Rocket hit
Rocket: Flark! Quill, I swear to scut, if you let them shoot me in the ass!
Star-Lord: Don't worry! We've got you covered, man.
Rocket: It sure don't feel like it!
- Gamora
(If Peter trusted Gamora.)
Star-Lord: I am really missing Gamora right now!
Rocket: I'm telling you--she just ain't a team player.
Star-Lord: Says the guy who just rejoined the team after ditching us!
- Rush 1
Star-Lord: Rocket, how's it going?
Rocket: Don't distract me when I'm paw-deep in explosives!
- Battery rigged 1
Rocket: Okay, this one's set! Keep the loonies busy while I rig the next one!
Star-Lord: I don't know if we can keep this up!
Rocket: You have to!
- Rush 2
Star-Lord: Don't wanna rush you, but...
Rocket: Then stop rushing me!
- Battery rigged 2
Rocket: Ok! They're set to blow. We need to get the flark out of here!
Star-Lord: How much time do we have?
Rocket: I might have overdone it. Run!!!
Star-Lord: No... No! Rocket, where's our--
(The batteries detonate behind them.)
Rocket: Move! Move!
Star-Lord: Oh... Crap!
- Escape
Star-Lord: [pained grunt] Where does this go?
Rocket: Out!
Star-Lord: Out where?!
Rocket: Outside!
Star-Lord: Crap! Stay together, people! Don't fall off the edge. Don't fall off the edge... Oh... crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!
- Milano
(The Guardians are shot out into space. Before they freeze to death, the Milano is able to pick them up safely.)
Star-Lord: [heavy panting]
Rocket: [heavy panting]
Groot: [heavy panting]
Drax: [heavy panting]
(Rocket's improvised explosives leave the Sacrosanct visibly damaged. The Milano escapes.)
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| 0: Meredith • 1: A Risky Gamble • 2: Busted • 3: The Cost of Freedom • 4: The Monster Queen • 5: Due or Die • 6: Between a Rock and a Hard Place • 7: Canine Confusion • 8: The Matriarch • 9: Desperate Times • 10: Test of Faith • 11: Mind Over Matter • 12: Knowhere To Run • 13: Against All Odds • 14: Into The Fire • 15: Broken Promises • 16: Magus |
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