The following is a verbal transcript of Chapter 9 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.)
Escaped[]
- Trusted Gamora
- Followed Gamora
Drax: We must go back.
Rocket: Are you crazy?! I like killing sprees as much as the next guy, but we barely got out of there alive!
Star-Lord: What about Gamora?
Rocket: She--she made her choice.
Star-Lord: So you're just going to abandon her? And Nikki? What if it was Groot? You going to leave him behind, too?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Don't talk like that. That's not what this is about!
Star-Lord: Isn't it, though? We're supposed to be a team. Teams don't leave people behind!
Rocket: Tell that to the giant krutackin' army of robots and brainwashed believers we barely got away from--
(Raker's arm is suddenly dropped on the table. Gamora is revealed to have made it out.)
Gamora: [breathes heavily] («Gamora appreciated your trust in letting her pursue Raker alone» appears.)
Star-Lord: Gamora?!
Rocket: Is that?
Gamora: Yes.
Star-Lord: How'd you get back?
Gamora: It doesn't matter. I failed. Raker lives.
Rocket: For now.
Gamora: We have to go back. We can't leave Nikki there. What he'll turn her into...
Rocket: Blah, blah, flarkin' blah. So you got step daddy issues and had a horrible childhood. Boo hoo!
Star-Lord: Rocket!
Rocket: What? It's true. Guess what. You ain't the only one here who had it bad. It don't mean we're angling to commit suicide because some pseudo-priest nutjob is doing--Surprise! Nutjob stuff! If we go back there, we're dead. D-E-D. Dead!
Groot: I am Groot.
Gamora: I'd rather die with honor than without.
Gamora: We have to go back!
Rocket: Are you crazy?! I like killing sprees as much as the next guy, but we barely got out of there alive!
Gamora: We can't leave a child in the hands of a deranged cult leader!
Rocket: They have a giant army of laser-equipped robots and brainwashed freaks! And it's growing by the nanosecond!
Gamora: You cut the head off and the body dies!
Rocket: Or, and hear me out here, we get as far away as possible before it's our butts hooked up to faith batteries!
Groot: I am Groot.
Drax: The Matriarch needs us.
Star-Lord: Drax is right. We can't abandon Nikki.
Gamora: Oh, so Drax is right now. Hala forbid I ever am.
Star-Lord: Gamora! I'm taking your side!
Rocket: Because you're a moron, Quill. If we go back there, we're dead. D-E-D. Dead!
Gamora: And if you hadn't gotten in the way, we wouldn't be in this mess.
Star-Lord: You can't face Raker alone!
Gamora: At least I would have died doing something I believed in.
(Gamora leaves.)
Rocket: Who crawled up her butt and died?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: So... get the flark out of dodge?
Star-Lord: Not yet. We should try to get a hold of Cosmo instead.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Great plan. Only he ain't answering the passport.
Star-Lord: Okay. But what choice do we have? We don't have comms.
Rocket: Well actually... We might have comms... Turns out they weren't as flarked as I originally thought.
Star-Lord: Really?!
Rocket: Groot should be able to raise him. (Groot leaves.) Okay.
Talk to the crew (or) call Cosmo from the cockpit[]
Rocket: Sounds like murder mom's feeling more stabby than usual. Hey, better not slice through anything in that cargo bay! We ain't restocking anytime soon!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Harsh? Excuse me, I ain't the one advotaking to throw ourselves to the flerkens. Right, Drax?
Drax: ...yes.
- Jukebox
Star-Lord: Alright! Ambiance!
Rocket: Is that our running away from the Church song?
(Idle banter.)
- Right call
Rocket: Hope somebody makes the right call and gets us out of the way of those church idiots.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: It ain't cowardice, it's common sense! Wait, are you siding with Green Team on this?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah well a "little bit" is all we'd achieve before getting brainscrubbed and tied up to faith reactors!
- Making up
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Quill and I don't need to make up.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Maybe when Quill makes the right call and flies us far far away from the Church I'll consider us formally even.
Groot: [heavy sigh]
- Llama
Rocket: I saw you looking at those emergency door controls, stupid llama-thing. You better not try eating them.
Space Llama: [offended llama sounds]
Rocket: I hope that was llama-speak for "I will not chew up your ship."
Space Llama: [vexed llama sounds]
Rocket: And that better have been an acknowledgment!
- Ma-Kree-arch
Rocket: So Drax, you feeling sucky because Quill took my side?
Drax: He explicitly did not.
Rocket: As far as I know, we ain't turning this ship around and heading back to the Ma-Kree-arch. I'll take that as a win!
Drax: It is Matriarch.
Rocket: I know. I was making a pun. 'Cause she's a blue-blood? Well, at least on her mom's side.
- Weapons system
- Hid the tech
- Didn't hide tech
Rocket: Can't wait for Star-Pants to see what I do to the weapons system. It's gonna be great! Right, Muscle-head? (...) Whatever...
- Weapons array
- Hid the tech
- Didn't hide tech
Rocket: Hey Groot, remember Hark Taphod's security system from last time? Won't look like nothing compared to our new weapons array!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: No, it won't drop bad guys into a bunker. Where are we supposed to put a bunker in space?
- Entertainment
Rocket: What do you think, Bud? Now that Contraxia's gone, what's gonna be the new hotspot for entertainment?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: An asteroid, eh? Huh... Smart!
- Equilibrium
Drax: Cease your running around, rodent. You are interfering with my equilibrium.
Rocket: Don't sit on the couch in the middle of the room, then.
Drax: I will consider it.
- Spanner
Rocket: Where's the damn spanner?! I'm sure I left it around here...
Space Llama: [innocent llama sounds]
Rocket: No... [gasp] Don't tell me that flarking thing...
Space Llama: [nonchalant llama sounds]
Rocket: Oh flarking Hala! Oh. Okay. It's over there. But no eating spanners!
- Kamaria
Space Llama: [cute llama sounds]
Drax: Yes, little one?
Rocket: You talking to me or the llama-thing?
Drax: I was addressing the creature. She somewhat reminds me of my daughter.
Rocket: Are Katathian girls covered in fur?
Drax: No. But they are resilient and stubborn, like the creature.
Space Llama: [flattered llama sounds]
- Talk to Drax
Star-Lord: You alright there, Drax?
Drax: I am... pondering that question.
Star-Lord: And that makes total sense. After what happened with Nikki and that twisted Promise... having to watch the people we love die all over again--
Drax: My family did not simply die. They were murdered. By Thanos. But I think I... I do not wish to discuss it.
- Shoo Kammy
Star-Lord: Shoo, shoo! Move over...
Space Llama: [mischievous llama sounds]
Star-Lord: What are you looking at?
Rocket: Oh no! You ain't chewing through anymore of my ship!
Star-Lord: My ship.
Space Llama: [confrontational llama sounds]
Rocket: Pssshht! Flark off!
Star-Lord: Wow, that panel must've looked really tasty. What's it for, anyways?
Rocket: Emergency door controls for the ship. Something a ship owner should know.
Star-Lord: Hey, do I look like an engineer?
Rocket: You don't!
- Talk to Drax (bathroom)
Star-Lord: Anybody in there? Drax? Are you okay? Open up!
Drax: Peter Quill.
Star-Lord: Are you gonna join us in the cockpit? You had a lot of Dog Report Items for Cosmo.
Drax: Perhaps... I will... write them down...
Star-Lord: Drax?
Drax: Apologies. I will surrender the lavatory... in a few ticks. (Brushes his head with the toothbrush and closes the door.)
Star-Lord: Wait, was that my toothbrush?
- Toothbrush
Star-Lord: Did Drax...? No. He didn't really use it... right?
- Enter Drax's room
Drax:
(Enter 1.) Peter Quill, please... Leave me be.
(Enter 2.) I wish to collect my thoughts.
(Enter 3.) I have much to ponder.
(Enter 4.) Solitude would be preferable for me at this time.
(Enter 5.) Please, leave my quarters.
(Enter 6.) Peter Quill...
(Enter 7.) You may leave, now.
- Knock on door
Star-Lord:
(Knock 1.) Hey, Drax. You okay?
(Knock 2.) Drax?
(Knock 3.) You want some chicken soup? Always helps when I'm down.
(Knock 4.) I know you're in there, just tell me you're okay. → Drax: I am fine, leave me be.
(Knock 5.) Hey there?
(Knock 6.) Come on, dude?
(Knock 7.) Dra-- → Drax: Go away!
- Talk to Rocket 1
- Hid the tech
- Didn't hide tech
Star-Lord: What you working on, Rocket?
Rocket: Uh. Just a little upgrade for the Milano's weapons systems. I told you I'd put that Quarantine Zone tech to good use if you hid it from Nova Corps!
Star-Lord: Cool. How soon can we try it out?
Rocket: Depends on how long you're gonna stand there, bothering me. You want something?
- Remove Nova Lock
- Use workbench
Star-Lord: I bought something in Knowhere to remove that Nova Corps lock.
Rocket: [mocking laugh]
Star-Lord: The guy said it was a lock disabler! It's not?
Rocket: Piece of junk disabler is what it is!
Star-Lord: ...oh.
Rocket: How do I have to say this again? No. Shopping. For Tech. Without. Rocket.
Star-Lord: Fine.
- Talk to Rocket 2
(If Peter trusted Gamora.)
Star-Lord: One whole arm. That's what, 10% of Raker down?
Rocket: And I say we leave the other 90% alone. Can't say I ain't glad to dissect this little marvel, but that's as close as I'm getting to this flarking cult ever again.
- Talk to Rocket 3
(Inside engine room.)
Star-Lord: Hey, dude. How are you feeling?
Rocket: Busy.
Star-Lord: It's okay, it's just the two of us in here. We all saw pretty messed up scut in that Promise thing...
Rocket: I'm fine, Quill. There ain't nothing some Kree kid can promise that won't make my skin crawl.
Star-Lord: Okay... But what did you see?
(If Peter talked to Rocket about the Spinal Control Unit collectible.)
Star-Lord: Was it Lylla?
Rocket: Doesn't matter. I knew it was fake soon as she got into my head.
- Approach Gamora
Gamora:
(Approach 1.) Watch it, Peter. You could fall on my sword if you're not careful.
(Approach 2.) Could you move?
(Approach 3.) Can't exactly complete a routine if you're walking about.
(Approach 4.) In case it wasn't clear: you're in the way.
(Approach 5.) I need space.
(Approach 6.) Could you take just a few steps back?
(Approach 7.) Peter. Make room.
- Talk to Gamora
Star-Lord: Hey Gamora...
- Trusted Gamora
- Followed Gamora
Gamora: Go away, Peter.
Star-Lord: Come on. Just thought I'd check in. That was some pretty heavy stuff you said earlier. Wanna... talk about it?
Gamora: I don't need a pep talk.
Gamora: You're still following me?
Star-Lord: No I--come on! I just want to make sure you're alright. That we're alright.
Gamora: Leave me alone, Peter. I don't feel like talking.
- Break into song
- Retreat
Star-Lord: Okay, alright, no talking. Let's sing it out.
Gamora: What?
Star-Lord: "Who's the hunter, who's the game? You feel the beat. Call your name." Come on! I know you know this one. "I hold you close in victory. I don't want to tame your animal style. You won't be caged in the call of the wild!" Come on! Sing it!
Gamora: "Shooting at the walls of--"
Space Llama: [brays in protest]
Star-Lord: "Shooting at the walls of heartache!"
Gamora: "Bang! Bang!"
Star-Lord: "I am the warrior. Well I am the warrior!"
Gamora: "I am the warrior. Well I am the warrior!"
Star-Lord: "And heart to heart you'll win!"
Gamora: [snorts]
Star-Lord: [laugh] See? Just singing.
Gamora: Alright, I like that one. Gets me every time. What did you want to talk about?
Star-Lord: Okay, fine then. Just take care.
Gamora: I'm doing just that.
Star-Lord: Yeah, right. I'll let you go back to erm... studying the blade.
(After breaking into song.)
- Ask about Raker
- Apologize
- Leave her be
(If Peter trusted Gamora.)
Star-Lord: Wanna talk about the guy whose arm you just ripped off?
Gamora: There's nothing to talk about.
Star-Lord: You chopped his arm off.
Gamora: And that's all I did! He's still out there, with Nikki, manipulating her with his slick lies and flarked up Promises! Making everybody think-- We can't bring them back.
Star-Lord: Who did you see? In your Promise? Got a feeling it wasn't Thanos.
Gamora: No one. Nothing. It was just a lie. Which is why we need to stop it.
Star-Lord: Right. I'm working on that. Just... try not to slash the cargo bay in half.
(If Peter followed Gamora.)
Star-Lord: I'm sorry. About what happened on Sacrosanct. You asked me to trust you and I...
Gamora: Didn't?
Star-Lord: Not how I saw it at the time but--I guess I didn't.
Gamora: We can't leave her there, Peter. Raker is gonna hurt her, use her! She'll become this twisted...
Star-Lord: But Rocket's right. We can't go back. Not by ourselves.
Gamora: Then do something.
Star-Lord: I'm... working on it.
Star-Lord: Actually, my job here is done.
Gamora: Really?
Star-Lord: Yup, and it worked out great! I'll let you go back to erm... studying the blade.
Gamora: Sure...
- Talk to Kammy
Star-Lord: I know the wires look tasty, but they're not for eating, alright? Ask Drax for a ration pack if you're hungry.
Space Llama: [hungry llama sounds]
- Plant 1
Star-Lord: Oh! So swirly! Is that even a plant? Wonder where Groot picked up that one.
- Plant 2
Star-Lord: I feel like I've seen this before. Did Groot pick it up in Knowhere?
- Approach Groot
Groot: I am Groot?
- Talk to Groot
Star-Lord: How about you, bud. You doing okay?
Groot: [affirmative grunt]
- Dig deeper
- Leave it at that
Star-Lord: Are you sure? We saw some pretty messed up stuff in there.
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: Yeah, maybe I'm not the best person to discuss it with you.
Groot: [laughs]
Star-Lord: You and Rocket should definitely talk about it, though.
Groot: [affirmative grunt]
Star-Lord: I'm glad you guys are there for each other. Take care, buddy.
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: Good to know you're alright! That's what I like to hear. Take care, Bud.
Groot: I am Groot.
(Can be triggered in following chapters.)
- Cold Case File 1
Star-Lord: According to this, The Collector reported Groot stolen fourteen years ago...
Rocket: Ahem. Can we help you?
Star-Lord: Oh! Hey! Rocket. Groot. 'Sup?
Rocket: Whaddya doing snooping through Groot's scut, Quill?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Well maybe you should mind.
Star-Lord: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Guys. Groot. I didn't mean to invade your space. Seriously. I would never do that. I was just... curious about this report-thingy I found.
Rocket: Yeah. The report-thingy that just so happens to bring up a lot of painful memories for Groot. Real smooth, Quill.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: It's not fine! The Collector kept you in a frickin' cage, like some... some kinda animal. As if it weren't bad enough you lost your entire planet.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Fine. Groot says he'll answer your stupid questions.
- Planet X
- The Collector
- End conversation
Star-Lord: What happened to your homeworld?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: You never told me that...
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: What'd he say?
Rocket: He says the Chitauri blew it up with an experimental doomsday device.
Star-Lord: Holy crap... that's awful.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Ain't the worst part, Quill. Groot says after Planet X was blown up, the other Branch Worlds mobilized. But they weren't no match for the Chitauri and also got destroyed.
Groot: I am Groot...
Rocket: Far as he knows, he's the last of his kind.
Star-Lord: Oh Groot... I'm sorry... I don't know what I'd do if Earth was destroyed. If I was the last... human...
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He says it's not so bad. He's got us.
Star-Lord: How'd you end up with The Collector in the first place?
Rocket: How do ya' think? He stole Groot!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Fine. You tell it.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He says The Collector found him at the start of the War, in the wreckage of his planet.
Star-Lord: Holy crap...
Rocket: But just a piece. A splinter. The rest got destroyed like everyone else.
Star-Lord: Just a splinter? Does this mean you can't die?
Groot: [laughs] I am Groot.
Rocket: He can still die. But he ain't gonna. 'Cause I ain't gonna let him.
Groot: [chuckles]
Rocket: I'll replant you a million times if I gotta.
Star-Lord: So how'd The Collector find you?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: A drone found him, dormant in space. Guess old Tivan scours the galaxy for new specimens.
Groot: I am Groot--
Rocket: Slavery ain't the same as saving.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He insists The Collector "saved" him. By planting him. And also keeping him in a d'ast cage. Until I stole him. Hence the stupid flarkin' report.
Star-Lord: Is it... still active? The report? Will The Collector come... collecting?
Rocket: You see any gold domes around lately?
Star-Lord: Fair enough.
Star-Lord: Actually, I was just... enjoying the greenery. Not really looking to talk.
Groot: I am Groot.
(After listening to one dialogue option.)
Star-Lord: Oh. Um. You know what? We don't need to get into this right now. I can come back.
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: I know we don't talk a lot, Groot. For, you know, obvious reasons.
Groot: [chuckle]
Star-Lord: But I can't imagine this team without you. I can't change the past. But I can commit to making the future better.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He says he knows and he's grateful.
- End conversation cont.
Groot: I am Groot?
Star-Lord: Groot! Hey, man.
Rocket: He wants to know if you're back for more of his tragic back story.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: It's more or less what you were thinking.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Fine. Ugh. Whaddya wanna know, Quill?
- Cold Case File 2
Star-Lord:
(Pick up 1.) You're with us now, Groot. I know that's not the same thing as home. But it's something.
(Pick up 2.) How many other innocents has The Collector imprisoned?
(Pick up 3.) A Chitauri doomsday device... Good thing we won the War.
- Collector’s Emporium Doll 1
Star-Lord: Why yes, I am the handsome leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy.
Gamora: [clears her throat]
Star-Lord: Gamora! I was only looking--
Gamora: Relax. I'm not gonna kill you. This time.
Star-Lord: Okay. Good.
Gamora: I actually... never got a chance to say thank you. For the doll.
Star-Lord: Oh. Heh. No problem. I know how you like this kind of stuff.
Gamora: It was very thoughtful. I can count on one hand the number of times someone has given me a present without expecting something in return.
Star-Lord: Wow... Christmas gifts from Thanos must've really sucked.
Gamora: That's putting it lightly. Thanos wasn't the giving type. Everything was a mind game designed to control us. Gifts included. So "thank yous" aren't exactly my strong suit... Something Mantis says I need to work on.
- The Celestial Madonna
- Christmas with Thanos
- End conversation
Star-Lord: How do you know Mantis? Did she give you one of her weirdo fortunes or something?
Gamora: Not exactly. How do you know her?
Star-Lord: Uh... I maybe tried to pick her up in a bar once.
Gamora: And how'd that work out?
Star-Lord: Good. Until she did the creepy antennae thing. I was half expecting her to start chanting, "Redrum, redrum."
Gamora: Red-what?
Star-Lord: Doesn't matter. Point is, she's a wacko for sure. A really... hot... wacko. Who happens to be your friend.
Gamora: Yeah, well, that wacko saved my life. A few years ago... someone got the jump on me. An assassin. Nearly killed me... Mantis happened to be in the right place at the right time.
Star-Lord: Seems to have a knack for that.
Gamora: Yeah. Turns out I had no idea how badly I needed someone like her in my life. Up until then, I'd been so... lonely. After the War, the Resistance disbanded. Richard Rider got busy with politics. And the Worldmind had no use for someone like me.
Star-Lord: An assassin?
Gamora: Something like that. Thanos trained me to be a weapon. Not a peacekeeper. Once a weapon, always a weapon, you know?
Star-Lord: Is that why Mantis mentioned "suicidal urges?" Because I get it, I've been there. I'm pretty sure we've all been there at some point.
Gamora: Let's... just say I'm not in that place anymore. Because of Mantis. She showed me another way. A place where maybe I can be needed.
Star-Lord: What kind of gifts did Thanos give you? Weapons? Poison? That metal wire thing you use to strangle people with?
Gamora: He gave us dolls. Once. Stupid, ugly things from Xandar.
Star-Lord: Wow... Okay. That's... surprisingly girly.
Gamora: What? I can't be feminine?
Star-Lord: No! Just... I was really sure it was gonna be a knife or something.
Gamora: Like I said. Thanos liked mind games. It was unusual for him to be... kind. We didn't even have a bedroom. Yet here were these dolls. Purposeless. And they were ours.
Star-Lord: Do you still have it? Like, is it... in your collection?
Gamora: No. I lost the one Thanos gave me when I was six. She was the ugliest doll I'd ever seen... I cried so hard when I lost her. Nebula heard me. She loved her doll and I knew she wanted another one. So when she came in to check... we started to fight.
Star-Lord: Bet Thanos loved that...
Gamora: He found us fighting, saw my tears, and... laughed. Turns out, the dolls were a lesson. On the importance of not getting attached. To help us understand that, he took Nebula's doll and threw it into the incinerator.
Star-Lord: That's... I can't imagine...
Gamora: Nebula didn't understand why he did it. Only that I was somehow responsible. I started collecting these a few years ago. After Nebula-- After I knew I'd never see her again. It's dumb but... I guess I do it for her.
Star-Lord: Actually, can we come back to this? There's this thing...
Gamora: No problem.
(After listening to one dialogue option.)
Star-Lord: Wow. That's... really cool that you shared that with me. Mind... if we pick it back up later?
Gamora: Oh. Yeah. I guess. Fine.
Star-Lord: Wow. I'm glad I bought this for you... And I can promise that there are zero strings attached to anything I give you. You're an important part of this team, Gamora.
Gamora: T-thanks, Peter. Truly.
- End conversation cont.
Gamora: Playing with dolls now, Peter?
Star-Lord: What? No, no! Just... thinking about what you said earlier. About gifts and Mantis.
Gamora: [sighs] What do you want to know?
- Collector’s Emporium Doll 2
Star-Lord:
(Pick up 1.) Thanos sucked.
(Pick up 2.) I'm glad to call you a friend, Gamora.
(Pick up 3.) I hope this makes you feel a little less alone.
- Drax’s Rap Sheet 1
Drax: I see you have discovered my criminal record.
Star-Lord: Uh, yeah. I guess I couldn't help myself. I mean... It's your rap sheet.
Drax: I suppose that it is impressive to criminals.
Star-Lord: Reformed criminals. As in past tense. We're legit now, remember?
Drax: I do not think we share the same definition of... "legitimate."
Star-Lord: Okay. Fair. Maybe not. But still. Guy who kills Thanos ends up in the most infamous prison in the galaxy? It's gotta be one hell of a story.
Drax: Which part would you like to hear, Peter Quill? How I allegedly killed the Mad Titan? Or are you enamored by my stay in the Kyln?
- Drax the Destroyer
- The Mad Titan
- End conversation
Star-Lord: What was it like? In the Kyln?
Drax: You would not have survived a cycle. Why?
Star-Lord: I maybe... know someone there.
Drax: Then pray they died quickly.
Star-Lord: Yikes. It's really that bad?
Drax: Worse. However, after the chaos I wrought in my misguided quest for revenge, it was a well-deserved punishment.
Star-Lord: Right. The rampage.
Drax: That is one way to describe it. After my battle with Thanos... I became convinced that he still drew breath. I demanded proof, but when none was provided, I convinced myself that others were concealing his location. I saw his hideous visage in every shadow. And murdered anyone I thought was hiding him.
Star-Lord: Some of which were very bad dudes...
Drax: Perhaps. It is not my place to judge.
Star-Lord: So... how'd they stop you? Nova Corps, I mean. You're Drax. The Destroyer. There's not a bounty hunter alive who could have taken you down.
Drax: I surrendered.
Star-Lord: What? Why?
Drax: I had succumbed to madness and become the very thing that I hoped to vanquish. Once I realized that... I could not live with the monster that I had become.
Star-Lord: Thanos. Obviously. I mean, it's the Mad Titan! He was supposed to be untouchable and then BAM! Player two has joined. Just... how'd you do it? How'd you take Thanos down?
Drax: With sorcery.
Star-Lord: [laughs doubtfully] Come on. Really?
Drax: Really. After Thanos murdered my family... Rage filled my heart. In my search for revenge I found Mentor--
Star-Lord: You mean a mentor, right?
Drax: No. Mentor is his name. And his brother, Chronus. Sorcerers. They gave me a sleeping potion that would grant my greatest desire, finding and killing Thanos.
Star-Lord: [scoffs] You're messing with me.
Drax: I am not. When I awoke, I was changed. I could sense the Mad Titan's vile life force. Feel it pulsating from across the galaxy.
Star-Lord: Uh, wow. That's...
Drax: I know how it sounds, Peter Quill.
Star-Lord: And I believe that you believe this happened. It's just... it's pretty out there... even for space stuff.
Drax: Regardless, I followed the pulse in my mind until it led me to a moon in the Black Quadrant. And there I found Thanos hiding like a coward. Our battle waged for days. Each of us trading blows across the moon's inhospitable surface, equal in strength, equal in our resolve to see the other dead once and for all.
Star-Lord: And then you... delivered the final blow.
Drax: I recall throwing a final swing before I collapsed from exhaustion. When I awoke, I was in a hospital on Elanis. Many rotations had passed and I was being hailed as a hero.
Star-Lord: For killing Thanos.
Drax: Allegedly. The very fibers of my being say otherwise. I can still feel him out there. I have no doubt in my heart that he survived, just as I did.
Star-Lord: Actually, hold that thought.
Drax: Thoughts cannot be held.
Star-Lord: Right. There's just... a thing I gotta do.
Drax: Very well.
(After listening to one dialogue option.)
Star-Lord: Mind if we come back to this?
Drax: I do not.
Star-Lord: Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool cool.
Star-Lord: Well, the important thing is that you're here now. With us. And we're not going back to prison anytime soon.
Drax: That remains to be seen.
- End conversation cont.
Drax: Ah, Peter Quill! You have more questions about Thanos and the Kyln.
Star-Lord: Uh... maybe?
Drax: What would you like to know?
- Drax’s Rap Sheet 2
Star-Lord:
(Pick up 1.) Can't believe he actually turned himself in...
(Pick up 2.) Some "magic potion?"
(Pick up 3.) I could've survived in the Kyln... Probably.
- Galactic War Commendation 1
Gamora: Peter, we need to--
Star-Lord: Gamora. Hey.
Gamora: Is that... Ko-Rel's Galactic War commendation?
Star-Lord: Yeah... I rescued it from her office. I was planning to give it back to her. Until...
Gamora: No one could have predicted that Ko-Rel was dead. Or that Nikki would be the Matriarch.
Star-Lord: Or that she might be my kid.
Gamora: That too.
Star-Lord: She's going to have questions and I don't even know where to begin. How did you and mom hook up? Why weren't you around? Did you even want me? Ugh. I've become my dad...
Gamora: Wanna practice on me? Answering her questions?
- Absent father
- War-crossed lovers
- End conversation
Star-Lord: Ko-Rel never told me about Nikki. She had a chance to tell me three years ago and she didn't.
Gamora: What happened?
Star-Lord: You have to promise not to judge me too harshly.
Gamora: I can't promise that. I love judging people.
Star-Lord: Fine. Ko-Rel maybe kinda caught me with a kidnapped twelve-year-old girl.
Gamora: Yeah... I can see why Ko-Rel wouldn't have mentioned Nikki.
Star-Lord: It's not like that! I didn't kidnap the kid. Yondu did. I told him it was wrong, that we had to give her back, and he... disagreed. So I stole the Milano and I was trying to return her when Ko-Rel just happened to intercept me.
Gamora: Uh huh.
Star-Lord: Look. After the Galactic War ended... Ko-Rel and I went our separate ways. I rejoined the Ravagers and she joined the Nova Corps. It's not like we had a future together. When she caught me with the kid... When I saw the disappointment in her face... I knew I had to turn over a new leaf. Even if it meant turning in Yondu.
Gamora: You're the reason Yondu's in the Kyln?! No wonder there's a bounty on your Earth name! He must've been pissed.
Star-Lord: Yup. But I'd do it all over again. What gets me is that Ko-Rel had plenty of chances to tell me about Nikki. And she didn't. If I had known... maybe...
Gamora: The important thing is that you know now.
Star-Lord: Yeah...
Star-Lord: I already told Nikki some of the story...
Gamora: But not all of it.
Star-Lord: What was I supposed to say? "Hey kid, I hooked up with your mom. I might be your dad."
Gamora: Maybe not that.
Star-Lord: I mean... it was war. I was with the Ravagers, hitting Chitauri supply chains. You know, pirate stuff. None of us had any long-term plans beyond survival. Especially not kids. Hell, I only met Ko-Rel because I'd heard Earth was in Chitauri's crosshairs.
Gamora: Mercury, yeah. I remember. Richard Rider established an outpost on the planet's surface.
Star-Lord: An undermanned, under-gunned, and horribly outnumbered outpost that didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell when the Chitauri launched a sneak attack. Obviously I had to do something.
Gamora: Nikki would understand that, I think.
Star-Lord: It was so close, Gamora. By the time I convinced Yondu to help, the outpost had fallen. We thought we were too late. So when Ko-Rel and her squad came out of those caves... She was just so... bad ass. Her forces had been through the wringer, but she wasn't about to give up Mercury without a fight.
Gamora: That definitely sounds like the Ko-Rel I remember.
Star-Lord: I tried to convince Yondu to stay and help retake the outpost. But he saw no profit in dying. So I stayed instead. We spent hours strategizing together, often late into the night. It took three days to come up with a counterattack. And even then, it was risky. We thought we were gonna die.
Gamora: But you didn't.
Star-Lord: No. We didn't. And now... Now I have to figure out how to tell my estranged kid her mother's dead.
Star-Lord: Thanks, but... I think I want to be alone right now. To think and stuff.
Gamora: Yeah. Sure. I understand.
Star-Lord: Thanks.
(After listening to one dialogue option.)
Star-Lord: Maybe... we could talk about this later?
Gamora: Okay.
Star-Lord: [sigh] Anyway. Until we get Nikki back... we've got bigger fish to fry. This stuff can wait.
Gamora: True. But when you are ready to talk about it... Just be honest with her. The rest will fall into place.
Star-Lord: Yeah, you're probably right...
- End conversation cont.
Gamora: Still thinking about what to say to Nikki?
Star-Lord: Yeah. I guess I am.
Gamora: Offer still stands, if you want to practice.
- Galactic War Commendation 2
Star-Lord:
(Pick up 1.) Just need to tell Nikki the truth... It's more than my dad did.
(Pick up 2.) I'd betray Yondu all over again if it meant doing the right thing.
(Pick up 3.) I'll make sure Nikki knows how amazing her mother was.
- Deep Mine Device 1
Star-Lord: I really hope this isn't a bomb...
Rocket: Hey! Don't touch that! Turn it the wrong way and it could blow!
Star-Lord: Seriously?!
Rocket: You're so gullible, Quill. It ain't gonna blow. I mean, its core is definitely volatile as scut and could melt a hole through the floor if an idiot decided to take it apart. But it's practically harmless. Just needs some extra repulsion coils to manage the flaw in the photonic phase capacitor--
Star-Lord: But will it damage the ship?
Rocket: Eh...? Probably not?
Star-Lord: You really go bananas for this stuff, don't you?
Rocket: What the flark is a banana?
Star-Lord: It's this yellow fruit on Earth that looks like a-- Never mind. Point is you're clearly obsessed with this stuff.
Rocket: Hey, I ain't obsessed. Tech just makes sense, okay? There's order to it. Makes me feel calm. That, and it doesn't rip you off like some filthy biologicals I've known...
- Tech obsessed
- Filthy biologicals
- End conversation
Star-Lord: How're you not obsessed with tech? Look at this place. Your room is... wow. I mean. Wow.
Rocket: What's wrong with my room?
Star-Lord: You don't even have a bed.
Rocket: I got a bed.
Star-Lord: It's buried under junk!
Rocket: I prefer to call it a "soft" shelf.
Star-Lord: I just don't know how any of this could make you feel calm. I feel stressed just looking at it. And that's coming from me! If Groot didn't do the laundry, I'd probably never have clean clothes.
Rocket: Like I said. Tech makes sense. Why do you care so much?
Star-Lord: I don't know. Because you're such a perfectionist--
Rocket: I ain't a perfectionist. The lead scientist on Halfworld, Rak-Mar... He... Oh, he was a perfectionist. A horrible, freebagging, scut-ridden, flark-flarkin' son of a chog.
Star-Lord: What'd he do to you?
Rocket: What any self-disrespecting scientist does. Started a super soldier program. 'Cept, instead of using one of their precious blue skins, they decided to experiment on us.
Star-Lord: Animals.
Rocket: "Lesser lifeforms." But it wasn't enough that he ripped us apart and jammed us full of cybernetic implants. Oh no... He'd make us perform tasks over and over and over.
Star-Lord: Like lab rats.
Rocket: And if we flarked up? If it wasn't exactly right? Or up to his flarkin' standards? BZZZT! He'd shock us into unconsciousness.
Star-Lord: Holy crap... Rocket, I...
Rocket: It is what it is, Quill. Groot says fixing stuff is my way to make the memory of that stressed feeling go away. Make me feel in control again when I get overwhelmed. I dunno. He's probably right.
Star-Lord: You got grifted?
Rocket: Laugh it up, Star-Pants.
Star-Lord: I mean, that's terrible. Who was it?
Rocket: A chick.
Star-Lord: Really? I didn't even know you liked girls--
Rocket: She wasn't just any girl. She was a chick. One of them Voldi. Bird people.
Star-Lord: She sounds... super special.
Rocket: Her name was Tella and she wasn't just special. She made me feel special. Like I wasn't some freakshow science experiment. She bought me a drink. She didn't even flinch at my implants. I'd just escaped Halfworld and I fell for her. Hard.
Star-Lord: We've all been there, buddy. Half the girls I've dated have tried to kill me. You should see the scars--
Rocket: Except I didn't know no better. I thought Tella was my friend. And then, one day she convinces me to hack a ship for her. You know, kids' stuff. Wasn't even nothing in it for me. I just wanted to impress her.
Star-Lord: Yup. Definitely been there. Reminds me of this one time with a Vrellnexian, we--
Rocket: You mind? Anyways. I hacked the ship alright. I hacked it to scut. Next thing I know I'm surrounded by a bunch of Badoon thugs. Turns out they owned the ship. While they focused on me, she took off in the ship that I hacked for her. She left me there, Quill. Like I was trash.
Star-Lord: [sharp exhale of understanding]
Rocket: That's the day I learned to think twice before trusting biologicals. They're not all like Groot.
Star-Lord: Okay, well, have fun with whatever that thing is.
Rocket: Oh, I will.
(After listening to one dialogue option.)
Star-Lord: Okay, I definitely want to hear more about this. Don't go too far.
Rocket: Okay.
Star-Lord: Groot really is the first one to treat you right, isn't he?
Rocket: He's my family.
Star-Lord: You're lucky to have found each other. Especially after...
Rocket: Everything.
Star-Lord: And then some. I hope you'll see us as family one day, too.
- End conversation cont.
Rocket: I told you, Quill. It ain't a bomb. The Milano's fine.
Star-Lord: No, I know. I was just thinking about what you said earlier...
- Deep Mine Device 2
Star-Lord:
(Pick up 1.) Still can't believe Rocket got grifted by a girl...
(Pick up 2.) As long as it's not a bomb...
(Pick up 3.) Halfworld must've been a nightmare.
- Cosmo
Star-Lord: Anything yet?
Groot: I am Groot.
(Cosmo appears on the viewscreen.)
Cosmo: Guardian of Galaxies.
Star-Lord: Cosmo! Buddy! Where've you been? We've been calling you.
Cosmo: Sorry, Pyotr Quill. Cosmo's paws been tied. Universal Church of Truths arrive at Knowhere.
Star-Lord: What?! Are you okay?
Cosmo: Is fine for moment. Cosmo receive warning in time. But Continuum Cortex is of shut down. For safety. Is been day, da?
Star-Lord: Your little detective trip almost got us killed. We'll fill you in when we get there--
Cosmo: Nyet. This problem is bigger than Cosmo. Guardian of Galaxies must go to Xandar and ask Worldmind for help instead. Cosmo unable to get through--
(Cosmo's call is suddenly interrupted.)
Star-Lord: Cosmo? Are you there? What happened?
Groot: I am Groot.
- Lethal Legion
(The Milano is shot at by a fleet of ships.)
Gamora: Are we under attack?!
(Glory appears on the viewscreen.)
Captain Glory: So these are the cowards who defiled Lady Hellbender's honor.
Star-Lord: Oh good.
Rocket: And who the flark are you?
Captain Glory: Normally, I would not engage in conversation with inferior lifeforms. But my contract with Lady Hellbender stipulates otherwise. Therefore, abomination, you may refer to me by my title. I am Captain Glory. Leader of the Lethal Legion.
Rocket: [snort] Lethal Legion? More like Loser Legion.
Gamora: (To Peter.) He's surrounded us.
Star-Lord: Listen. I get that Lady Hellbender's super pissed, but now's really not the best time.
Captain Glory: Did you think she would ease her bounty simply because you somehow managed to elude the Blood Brothers in Knowhere?
Star-Lord: Yes?
Captain Glory: Then you are as imbecilic as they are.
(If Peter hid Rocket's tech.)
Captain Glory: You will not elude me. That I can assure you.
(Glory continues talking, unaware he is muted.)
Rocket: I just need a few minutes. Stall him, Quill.
Star-Lord: Why? Where're you going? (Rocket leaves.)
Captain Glory: Did you mute me?!
Groot: I am Groot.
Captain Glory: What?!
Groot: I. Am. Groot.
Captain Glory: You keep repeating the same, meaningless phrase.
- Focus on bounty
- Identify with Glory
- (...)
Star-Lord: So... how much is Lady H offering you, anyway? Is it like... a lot?
Captain Glory: Are you making a counter offer?
Star-Lord: Maybe. Depends. What would it take?
Captain Glory: Nothing.
Gamora: Everyone's got a price, Glory. Even you.
Captain Glory: I don't expect those of lower races to understand the basic principles of honor and superiority. When I commit to a contract, I follow through. Always.
Gamora: Yeah, okay.
Star-Lord: So how much for your "honor" then?
Captain Glory: I cannot be bought. Certainly not by lowlife scum such as yourselves. I am Glah-Ree of the Kree Empire! And I look forward to the day when the Kree race eliminates your inferior species.
Star-Lord: So... Lethal Legion. Cool merc name. I used to run with the Ravagers, myself.
Captain Glory: We are far superior to you and your Ravagers, Terran scum. The Lethal Legion is composed of the best warriors the universe has ever seen. And me.
Star-Lord: Hey! Look. I get it. You're the best of the best. You're the captain of a super elite team. I'm the captain of an-- elite team.
Gamora: Some of us are super elite.
Captain Glory: You are nothing like me. I am Glah-Ree of the Kree Empire! My birthright alone supersedes any sense of worth you foolishly believe you possess.
Groot: I am Groot.
Captain Glory: I don't have time for this.
(Fight begins early.)
Gamora: Spoken like a true Kree.
Rocket: [strains with effort] (Rocket leans over and tinkers with the controls.)
Star-Lord: More like an arrogant a-hole.
Captain Glory: Enough! I will not be disrespected! You will be eliminated!
Rocket: (Gives a thumbs up and climbs off.) Give it your best shot, helmet-head! The Milano's gonna blow you outta the sky!
Captain Glory: Your ship doesn't have that kind of firepower.
Rocket: Scan again.
Captain Glory: (...) Impossible! («Hiding Rocket's illegal contraband paid off. He's upgraded the Milano's weapon systems.» appears.)
Rocket: Just a little something we picked up in the Quarantine Zone.
Star-Lord: Looks like you underestimated us.
Captain Glory: We'll see.
(If Peter did not hide Rocket's tech.)
Captain Glory: Lady Hellbender sends her regards, so-called "Guardians of the Galaxy." Prepare to be eliminated.
Rocket: No, you prepare to be eliminated. [chuckles]
Gamora: Smooth.
Star-Lord: Enh. We got this. Probably.
Rocket: [sighs]
(The Milano quickly flies past the ships surrounding it and prepares to engage.)
Defeat Captain Glory and the Lethal Legion[]
Captain Glory: Hit them hard and give no quarter. There's nothing on that garbage scow worth salvaging.
Star-Lord: Groot, find us a channel with less butthole content.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: The flarkers are forcing it open somehow!
Captain Glory: Feel free to panic. Your dying cries will be recorded as proof of your demise.
(Idle banter.)
- Timing
Rocket: Lady Skullsuit has the worst flarkin' timing!
Drax: Is she here?
Rocket: Just her goons... this time!
- PR
Star-Lord: Starting to feel like we pissed off the whole galaxy!
Gamora: A good chunk of them, anyway.
Star-Lord: We really need to work on our P.R.
- Contractors
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, I don't think these scrapsacks care if the galaxy's under siege. You know, contractors.
Star-Lord: We're contractors.
Gamora: Proves his point. We just tried to dump the problem on somebody else.
- Kill-splain
Gamora: Just kill them, already!
Star-Lord: There's an art to this!
Rocket: Ha! Quill just tried to kill-splain to the deadliest woman in the galaxy!
- Milano
Rocket: We really gotta take better care of the Milano!
Star-Lord: Yeah, we owe her a ship wash and wax when this is all over.
Rocket: Right after YOU patch up all the holes.
- Payment
Star-Lord: Wonder how much these creeps are getting paid for killing us.
Rocket: Lemme look up the contract real quick... Oh! Oh oh oh oh man, these guys are making chump change.
Star-Lord: Really?!
- Fight
Captain Glory: Please try to flee. I would love to hunt you down.
Gamora: And feed your ego? No thank you.
Rocket: Ain't nobody runnin', you chog-hawker!
Star-Lord: Private Morning Glory's running his mouth again.
Captain Glory: Where's Drax the Destroyer? My bounty is for five of you.
Rocket: Ain't a bad question...
Gamora: Never heard of him.
Star-Lord: Drax can't come to the phone right now.
Star-Lord: Geez, how much money did she offer these guys?
Gamora: Doesn't matter. She wasted her money.
Rocket: Too much, because they ain't gonna survive this.
Captain Glory: More than that Ravager heap's worth, thief.
Star-Lord: Feels kinda good to have bounty hunters after us. It means we're making a name for ourselves, right?
Gamora: Normally this would be good practice, but Captain Creepy's timing is as bad as his costume.
Rocket: Not sure how much we get outta takin' down Captain Craphole and his Legion of Crap.
Captain Glory: Unlike you, I have done my research, Peter Kill.
Star-Lord: Can't we just send an I.O.U. to Lady H?
Rocket: I ain't payin' that psycho a single unit!
Gamora: She'll want a payment in blood. Probably yours.
Captain Glory: She will receive your splintered remains.
Gamora: These guys have really bad timing.
Star-Lord: Another problem for our pile of problems.
Rocket: Startin' to wish I'd stayed in dog jail.
Captain Glory: Perfect timing from where I stand.
Gamora: Drop out and get a better angle if it gets too hot.
Rocket: Or feel free to point the guns right at 'em and charge!
Star-Lord: I got this. Trust me.
Captain Glory: That's no fun.
Rocket: Feel free to show off, Quill! They insulted my baby.
Star-Lord: Just keep watching...
Gamora: Just make sure you're shooting while you do it.
Captain Glory: Yes, feel free to show off as you die.
Rocket: These ships ain't dyin' fast enough!
Gamora: That's a fixable problem.
Star-Lord: There's an art to this, Rocket. We're artists.
Captain Glory: Fools. You face the best fighters in the galaxy.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Hang in there, bud. They ain't killed us yet!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Stop barkin' orders, Groot. You don't even know how to fly her.
- Leave mission area
(Leave 1.) Rocket: Where are ya going, Quill? You're making us an easy target! → Gamora: Turn around or we're dead!
(Leave 2.) Drax: It is unwise to flee combat now that we have engaged! → Rocket: We're gonna get fried from behind! Go back!
(Leave 3.) Gamora: Peter! The fight's in the other direction! → Rocket: You're giving them free shots!
(Leave 4.) Drax: Why are we fleeing? We are not cowards! → Rocket: Can't get away anyways! They're going to frag us from behind!
(Leave 5.) Rocket: You trying to get us killed?! Turn around!
(Leave 6.) Gamora: Peter, we can't run away from this! Turn around!
(Leave 7.) Drax: We will perish unless we turn around now!
- Milano hit 1
(Hit 1.) Star-Lord: We're taking fire! → Captain Glory: [laughing]
(Hit 2.) Rocket: Try not to get shot, Quill! → Star-Lord: Trying! This sucks!
(Hit 3.) Star-Lord: Damage report? → Rocket: Stop getting hit and there won't be no damage! → Star-Lord: Useful. Thanks.
(Hit 4.) Star-Lord: Gah! Cheap shot!
(Hit 5.) Gamora: Careful!
(Hit 6.) Rocket: We're hit!
- Ship hit
(Hit 1.) Star-Lord: Got a piece of that guy!
(Hit 2.) Rocket: Direct hit!
(Hit 3.) Star-Lord: Now this is a proper dogfight!
(Hit 4.) Captain Glory: Embarrassing! Fight back!
(Hit 5.) Rocket: That's a hit!
(Hit 6.) Star-Lord: Gotcha!
(Hit 7.) Rocket: Tagged them!
(Hit 8.) Star-Lord: Bet they felt that!
(Hit 9.) Captain Glory: Fools! Evade!
(Hit 10.) Star-Lord: There's more where that came from!
- Ship destroyed
(Destroy 1.) Captain Glory: Bah! Pathetic!
(Destroy 2.) Gamora: Guys, I think they sent the Nonlethal Legion. → Captain Glory: Gah!
(Destroy 3.) Star-Lord: Still time to back off, Cap. → Captain Glory: I never back off.
(Destroy 4.) Star-Lord: Boom! Hah!
(Destroy 5.) Star-Lord: That one's toast!
(Destroy 6.) Rocket: Fragged one!
(Destroy 7.) Gamora: Kill confirmed!
(Destroy 8.) Star-Lord: Yeah! Take that!
- Last one
Rocket: Only one Lethal Lamebrain left!
Captain Glory: One is all we need.
Rocket: That don't even make sense! We just wasted a ton of you!
- Cruiser
Star-Lord: (Shoots down last ship.) Whoo! Haha! Who's the inferior life form now, huh?
Captain Glory: Still you.
Gamora: Peter, I'm picking up something!
(Glory's cruiser warps into view.)
Star-Lord: What?
Captain Glory: It appears I'll have to finish this myself! So, you defeated my fighters. But my cruiser will crush you.
- Mock
Gamora: That's it? That's what you've been bragging about?
Captain Glory: What do you mean?
Gamora: [laughs] Nothing. It's... well, I'm sure it's very comfortable.
Captain Glory: I will not be mocked!
Gamora: Then do something about it.
- Milano hit 2
(Hit 1.) Captain Glory: Feel that, Guardians? → Star-Lord: Nope. Not a thing. → Rocket: The Milano definitely felt it.
(Hit 2.) Gamora: Gah! → Captain Glory: Keep up the barrage! They will not survive it!
(Hit 3.) Captain Glory: [laughing] → Star-Lord: He is really pissing me off!
(Hit 4.) Rocket: He's chewing us up, Quill!
(Hit 5.) Rocket: That was a bad hit!
(Hit 6.) Star-Lord: Argh! Taking heat!
(Hit 7.) Rocket: Flark, that hurt!
(Hit 8.) Rocket: My ship!
(Hit 9.) Star-Lord: Oh no, you don't!
(Hit 10.) Star-Lord: You lucky little...
(Hit 11.) Rocket: That scut-stain just shot us!
(Hit 12.) Star-Lord: That was a lucky shot!
(Hit 13.) Gamora: Peter!
(Hit 14.) Star-Lord: So cheap!
- Critical health
(Critical 1.) Rocket: If you get us killed Quill, I'm gonna kill you!
(Critical 2.) Rocket: I'm too poor to die, Quill!
(Critical 3.) Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: Yes. This is how we die, Groot.
(Critical 4.) Rocket: Scut scut scut scut scut... Scut!
(Critical 5.) Star-Lord: Come on... hold together just a bit longer...
(Critical 6.) Star-Lord: Oh that's bad!
(Critical 7.) Star-Lord: Oh no! No no no...
- Milano destroyed
Captain Glory: Not even a scream for me?
- Destroy exhaust port
(Destroy 1.) Rocket: That did some real damage! Keep hittin' his exhaust ports! → Captain Glory: Your strategy won't work. → Gamora: Thanks! You just confirmed that it will.
(Destroy 2.) Captain Glory: Morons! Protect our ports! → Star-Lord: This guy's starting to sound like Rocket! → Rocket: It's called language efficiency, Quill.
(Destroy 3.) Star-Lord: You okay in there, Cap? → Captain Glory: Stay still and I'll show you.
(Destroy 4.) Star-Lord: Oooh! Right up the exhaust port!
(Destroy 5.) Captain Glory: We're hit!
- Defeat Captain Glory
Captain Glory: No! I am Glah-Ree, warrior of--
(Glory's cruiser explodes and is completely destroyed.)
Rocket: [laughs triumphantly]
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Take that, Lady Skullscut!
Gamora: I doubt we've seen the last of her.
Star-Lord: We'll worry about Lady Hellbender later. Let's just focus on getting to Xandar. Punch it.
New Xandar[]
Star-Lord: Yeah... old girl needs a tune up.
Gamora: We can do it once we reach the station.
Rocket: I ain't letting no bucket head near my--
Star-Lord: Wow! Talk about cosmic gridlock.
Gamora: I haven't seen this many ships around Xandar since the start of the Galactic War.
Star-Lord: Open a channel, Groot. Let's see what's going on.
Groot: I am Groot.
Comm 1: ...had to leave. Power supplies are low. Need access to facilities...
Comm 2: [...why are we denied access? We do not harbor any cultists! The converted have...]
Drax: These ships come from converted worlds.
Comm 3: [Mayday! Requesting immediate assistance! Multiple casualties!]
Star-Lord: They're refugees?
Comm 4: Need immediate docking permission! Please answer us!
Star-Lord: Groot, that's enough.
Comm 5: [...been to Rigel-3. Converted everyone. All of us next!]
Gamora: I'm not seeing any rescue shuttles coming out. They're ignoring them.
Rocket: No, no no no! Nova Corps might be a bunch of self-righteous dome-heads, but they're supposed to be helping folk. That's their whole flarking deal!
Star-Lord: Relax, Rocket! We'll just call the station and ask to speak to the Worldmind. Groot?
Rocket: [sighs]
Groot: [sighs]
- Nova Corps Headquarters
Worldmind: Welcome to Nova Corps Headquarters. Please state your preferred language of communication.
- Swat (prepare)
(Prepare 1.) Rocket: I'll lend a paw and pick... this one!
(Prepare 2.) Gamora: Well, how about... that one?!
(Prepare 3.) Gamora: How about... this!?
(Prepare 4.) Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: Groot is picking for you, 'cause you're too slow.
(Prepare 5.) Drax: A hunter must choose quickly, little one!
- Swat
Star-Lord:
(Swat 1.) Ha ha! Not today!
(Swat 2.) Nope!
(Swat 3.) No touchie!
(Swat 4.) Hands off!
(Swat 5.) Beat it!
(Swat 6.) Oh no you don't!
(Swat 7.) Stop that!
(Swat 8.) I said stop it!
(Swat 9.) I'm warning you!
(Swat 10.) Hey!
- Swat (fail)
Star-Lord:
(Fail 1.) Oh flark you.
(Fail 2.) Really? Did you have to?
(Fail 3.) Will you please stop that?
(Fail 4.) Thanks for the help.
(Fail 5.) I don't need your help with this, okay?!
(Fail 6.) Oh for scut's sake.
(Fail 7.) Stop! Stop that!
(Fail 8.) That was no help at all!
(Fail 9.) Gah!
- Language Selection (delay)
(Delay 1.) Rocket: If you pick Kree, Quill, I'm gonna gnaw your ears off.
(Delay 2.) Drax: Why are we letting the Terran select the language? He barely knows his own.
(Delay 3.) Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: Better hurry, Star-Pants! Treeboy's gonna pick "Groot."
(Delay 4.) Gamora: Galactic Standard is the practical choice, Peter.
- Choose Groot (Groot)
(Choose 1.) Rocket: Really Groot?! I don't want to translate everything! → Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: Groot says he wants you to practice reading tree. Good luck, Quill!
(Choose 2.) Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: Seriously, Quill? You let him pick again?
(Choose 3.) Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: For scut's sake, Quill. Stop letting him do that!
(Choose 4.) Groot: I am Groot! [chuckles]
- Choose Groot (Peter)
(Choose 1.) Rocket: What are you doing, Star-Pants? → Drax: I agree with the rodent. Your language choice makes no strategic sense.
(Choose 2.) Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: Groot's right, you can't read this scut, so what're you playing at, Quill?
(Choose 3.) Gamora: Are you okay, Peter? You can't read Groot.
(Choose 4.) Drax: Have you learned to read the wooden one's language? Impressive.
(Choose 5.) Rocket: Huh? → Gamora: What?
- Groot
(Groot 1.) Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: Groot says you should pick the top option.
(Groot 2.) Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: Groot says you should hurry up.
(Groot 3.) Gamora: A little help, Groot? → Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: Misread it? Ach, ignore Groot. Just pick things at random until it works, Quill.
(Groot 4.) Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: And why should we do that, huh? We're outlaws, we don't pay fines!
(Groot 5.) Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: Paying the fine won't get us food! Stop thinking with your stomach.
(Groot 6.) Gamora: This is pointless and slow. Go back and change the language, Peter.
(Groot 7.) Gamora: Okay Groot, what are these choices? → Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: Big guy is done translating stuff. Switch the language so we can all follow along, Quill.
(Groot 8.) Gamora: Maybe pick the top one? I think that tree there means "Crime."
- Choose Kree
(Choose 1.) Rocket: Nuh-uh, not letting you do that, Quill.
(Choose 2.) Rocket: Now you're just messing with me. Nope!
(Choose 3.) Rocket: I'm not reading those runes. Flark that.
(Choose 4.) Gamora: You know he hates Kree, Peter. → Rocket: Flarking right I do!
(Choose 5.) Rocket: Nope!
- Choose Standard Galactic
(Choose 1.) Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: I know bud, but now we can all follow along with Star-Pants' mistakes.
(Choose 2.) Rocket: Eh. Better than Kree. Not much better. But better.
(Choose 3.) Gamora: Wise choice, but kinda vanilla. → Drax: I did not know languages had flavors.
(Choose 4.) Drax: You finally exhibit pragmatism, Peter Quill! Continue.
(Choose 5.) Rocket: Yup. Standard makes sense.
- Main Menu
Worldmind: How may we assist you?
- Main Menu (select)
(Select 1.) Drax: I suggest the Officer's Directory. Certainly the Worldmind will be listed there.
(Select 2.) Rocket: I know! Let's join the Corps and rob them. → Gamora: Because that went so well with Lady Hellbender.
(Select 3.) Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: Groot wants us to report a crime. Which is just... wrong. Seriously wrong!
(Select 4.) Rocket: Hey, Whoberi, got any ideas? → Gamora: [groan] I hate bureaucracy!
(Select 5.) Gamora: This menu, again?
(Select 6.) Gamora: Just pick something, Peter.
- Main Menu (delay)
(Delay 1.) Drax: Your crippling indecision vexes me, Peter Quill. Choose!
(Delay 2.) Rocket: Hello, Quill? Anybody home? Pick something already!
(Delay 3.) Gamora: We need to reach the Worldmind, Peter, and doing nothing won't work!
(Delay 4.) Groot: I am Groot? → Rocket: Groot's wondering if your brain's short circuited or something Quill, 'cause you're taking too flarking long!
(Delay 5.) Rocket: Quill! Pick something already!
(Delay 6.) Gamora: Peter. Please pick something. Anything.
(Delay 7.) Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: Even Groot is losing patience! Tap an option, Quill!
(Delay 8.) Rocket: You still there, Quill?
- Officer Directory
Worldmind: After scanning your ship, our near-perfect algorithms pre-selected several officer choices.
Rocket: Nova's profiling us? That ain't okay!
- Officer Directory (delay)
(Delay 1.) Groot: I am Groot! → Rocket: Groot wants you to pick Worldmind.
(Delay 2.) Gamora: Scroll down! Scroll down!
(Delay 3.) Rocket: Hey! Your cop girlfriend is still listed here! You should... → Gamora: Rocket! → Rocket: Oh right. She's dead.
(Delay 4.) Rocket: [gasp] Scroll back up! I think I saw someone interesting.
(Delay 5.) Gamora: Does that say Nova Prime? Any idea which one? → Rocket: Who even cares?
(Delay 6.) Gamora: Peter, I think everyone here is too busy or dead to answer.
(Delay 7.) Drax: Perhaps we should try another menu?
- Worldmind
Worldmind: The allocation of resources for direct communication with us has been denied. We apologize for the inconvenience.
Star-Lord: Well, it was worth a shot. Let's try something else.
- Cadet Nicholette Gold
Worldmind: Cadet Nicholette Gold's communication privileges are suspended while we investigate her involvement in unsanctioned cult activity.
Drax: You should force your spawn to answer us!
Star-Lord: I can't do that! She's... independent.
- Centurion Ko-Rel
Worldmind: Centurion Ko-Rel's personal communicator has either been destroyed or disabled and could not be reached.
Rocket: For what it's worth, I'm sorry, Quill.
Star-Lord: Me too.
- Richard Rider
Worldmind: Nova #11249-44396 is out of our sensor range and unavailable for contact.
Drax: Richard Rider. Sounds Terran.
Gamora: You seriously don't know who he is?
Drax: I have yet to meet a Terran of any interest.
- Centurion Rhomann Dey
Worldmind: Corpsman Dey is missing-in-action and unable to respond.
Gamora: I've heard of him; He was in the Resistance.
Rocket: So much for near-perfect algorithms, Helpline!
- Nova Prime
Worldmind: Nova Prime's identity is confidential and communication with them is forbidden until further notice.
Gamora: Huh. Doesn't say which one. Why even list them then?
- Denarian Kar-Los
Worldmind: We are sad to inform you that Denarian Kar-Los is currently missing and assumed dead.
Rocket: Hey, isn't this that bucket-head we killed on The Rock?
Gamora: We definitely did not murder him and definitely did not admit it in front of a Nova Corps console, Rocket.
- Join the Corps 1
Worldmind: Congratulations on your decision to join the Corps! To begin, state your full name, designation or serial number.
- Set Name
Gamora: Richard Rider.
Star-Lord: Star-Lord!
Rocket: Quill's mom!
Drax: This strategy is futile.
Rocket: Oh come on Muscle-Brain! It might work!
- Set Origin Planet
Worldmind: Please state your celestial body or artificial installation of origin.
Rocket: Someplace!
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: Earth!
Gamora: Earth.
Drax: I continue to doubt this strategy.
Rocket: Sheesh... Yeah, maybe it won't work, but look at this scut, it's hilarious!
- Incentive
Worldmind: Finally, in a few words, describe what made you want to join Nova Corps.
Rocket: Because I'm a sucker.
Star-Lord: I want to enforce justice!
Groot: I am Groot.
Gamora: Looks like the best AI in the world couldn't parse that. Good job boys.
- Cancel 1
Drax: You are wise to abort this senseless strategy, Peter Quill.
Rocket: He ain't aborting nothing. He just mistouched. Come on Quill, think how many units we could steal from inside the Corps!
Gamora: That's a terrible idea.
- Cancel 2
Rocket: Will you just make up your flarking mind already? We've already been here!
- Back to Main Menu
Gamora: Alright, so that was fun, but a complete waste of time. Any other ideas?
- Join the Corps 2
Worldmind: Only one application per cycle is permitted and you cannot resume a canceled application.
- Criminal Offenses (select)
(Select 1.) Gamora: We should report what Raker is up to. → Rocket: Think the flarking Worldmind doesn't already know? → Gamora: Maybe not everything.
(Select 2.) Gamora: How about "future crime"? → Rocket: Great idea! Let's report something we're gonna do and blame it on some other shmuck!
(Select 3.) Groot: I am Groot. → Rocket: What do you mean, the Past Crime button looks lonely? It's got two friends right there!
- Future Crime 1
Worldmind: Thank you for being proactive. However, the galaxy's impending doom makes all future crimes irrelevant.
- Future Crime 2
Rocket: There's gotta be some way to reach them. Keep pressing things, Quill!
- Crime In Progress 1
Worldmind: We are aware of the current threat, but can devote no resources toward fighting it.
- Crime In Progress 2
Gamora: I can't believe this option doesn't work! This is the Corps! They should be helping!
- Past Crime (select)
(Select 1.) Drax: We should tell them about the Promise! → Rocket: Right. As if none of these other ships ain't already blasting about it all over the comms. → Drax: Yes!
(Select 2.) Gamora: Do you think turning ourselves in would get their attention? → Rocket: Nah. → Drax: No. → Groot: I am Groot.
(Select 3.) Groot: I am Groot? → Rocket: Pay the fine? Are you serious?!
- Report A Crime 1
Worldmind: Due to the imminent termination of civilization, we are unable to open new cases.
- Report A Crime 2
Gamora: I don't think this is helping, Peter.
- Turn Yourself In 1
Worldmind: Thank you for attempting to be an upstanding citizen! As all prisons are being evacuated, you may self-sequester wherever you wish.
- Turn Yourself In 2
Rocket: Hey, Scut-For-Brains! Did you really think picking it again would change the message?
- Pay Fine
Worldmind: Connecting to banking services.
- The Worldmind
(The Worldmind materializes in front of the Milano.)
Rocket: I can't. Believe. That worked.
Worldmind: Gardeners of the Galaxy. Explain yourselves.
Star-Lord: Hey, Worldmind... Long time no see! It's me-- Peter Quill? Star-Lord?
Rocket: And it's Guardians of the Galaxy. Check the addendum.
Star-Lord: We need your help.
Worldmind: To pay a fine?
Star-Lord: No! No, of course not. You need to save the galax--
Worldmind: The galaxy cannot be saved, Peter Quill.
Star-Lord: What...?
Worldmind: A mass delusion known as The Promise is sweeping its systems, converting all who encounter it. In less than three cycles, it has spread from the crew of a single Star Frigate to multiple outposts, worlds, and systems. Praxius IX... Rigel-3... 75.222% of the Andromeda galaxy... All lost.
Rocket: Of course, she don't mention Contraxia.
Gamora: They, actually. The Worldmind is a collective consciousness.
Star-Lord: Look, we know who's behind the Promise. We've seen it happening, up close and personal. We're here to pass on information to you so you can stop it--
Worldmind: How can we be more clear? The Universal Church of Truth cannot be stopped.
Gamora: Told you, they're a collective.
Drax: It is a machine.
Rocket: Yeah, well so are parts of me! And you better not call me an it.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: At least "abomination" sounds scary.
- Reject conclusion
- Share intel
- (...)
Star-Lord: It can be stopped! Maybe not by us... but you're a war hero. You defeated the Chitauri twelve years ago!
Worldmind: The Resistance and its allies defeated the Chitauri, not us alone. And not before the Chitauri had destroyed our home world and decimated our people.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I don't like it either, bud. Should've run when we had the chance...
Worldmind: We have already processed 12,472,865 combat scenarios. The current probability of defeating the Universal Church of Truth is 0.3%.
Drax: That is a big number.
Star-Lord: Is that bad? That sounds bad.
Worldmind: It is.
Star-Lord: Look, we just escaped the Church's mothership. We have a ton of intel you can use to bring them down!
Worldmind: There is nothing you can tell us we do not already know.
Star-Lord: Pretty sure I know a few things that even a supercomputer can't know.
Worldmind: Such as?
Star-Lord: Well... How to groom the feathers on a Shi'ar Warbird, for starters.
Gamora: How are you still alive?
Star-Lord: Because I know how to groom the feathers.
Rocket: Yeah? Well, I know where you can buy hacked Nova Corps helmets at ridiculously discounted prices! (Everyone looks at him.) What? They obviously don't know about it or they'd do something!
Star-Lord: The point is, we've lived things. Experienced things. We've survived the Promise and maybe our experience can be used to help you bring them down.
Worldmind: It is possible. We have overlooked the value of individual experiential memories stored within our files...
Star-Lord: Good. So let's pool resources--
Worldmind: However, given the ill-defined parameters of such a query, undertaking a search protocol at this time is ill-advised.
Worldmind: Now, if you will excuse us. The Universal Church of Truth's forces draw closer to this region of space. It is critical that we depart before they arrive.
Gamora: You're running away?
Rocket: What about the refugees? You're just gonna leave them defenseless?
Worldmind: Our primary directive is the preservation of Xandarian culture. All else is secondary.
Rocket: Ain't you seen what your planet looks like!? Xandarian Culture's a lost cause!
Worldmind: Culture is more than a location.
- Question strategy
- Appeal to duty
- (...)
Star-Lord: Where would you even go?
Worldmind: Please understand that we are not able to disclose information of this nature to untrustworthy parties.
Rocket: Untrustworthy, my tail.
Star-Lord: And how long are you going to hide from the Church, huh? A millenia? Billenia?
Worldmind: As long as it takes.
Gamora: And if you try to come back, you'll be completely outnumbered.
Star-Lord: Xandarian culture will be preserved, but it'll never be safe again.
Worldmind: Point taken. Nevertheless, we must leave.
Star-Lord: Why?!
Star-Lord: But you're Nova Corps' leader! You have a duty to protect this galaxy.
Worldmind: That is incorrect.
Rocket: You ain't the leader of the bucket heads?
Worldmind: We do not have a duty to protect this galaxy. We merely police it to get advance knowledge of potential threats.
Gamora: Serve and protect only yourselves.
Worldmind: A logical bi-product of our primary directive.
Star-Lord: You have officers all over the galaxy laying down their lives, for you. And you won't even risk fighting, for their sake?
Worldmind: The risk is too great. It would be a pointless sacrifice.
Gamora: And yet, after the Chitauri attacked, you still built the New Xandar in the same system, knowing it wasn't safe.
Worldmind: At the time, there were numerous practical reasons to remain within the Tranta system. Unfortunately, times change...
Worldmind: For unknown reasons, the Church is stockpiling resources. Its influence has grown beyond all probabilistic models.
Rocket: Then update your models!
Worldmind: We cannot adjust our computations to the enemy's nonsensical power source.
Star-Lord: You mean Faith Energy?
Worldmind: Faith as an energy source is illogical. We are unable to compute scenarios to fight that which should not exist.
Gamora: So, you're just gonna let the Church win?
Worldmind: If the power source cannot be quantified, it cannot be countered.
Gamora: Most sentient beings don't have the luxury of calculating their odds before getting into a fight.
Worldmind: That is why they fail.
Rocket: Ha! Drax, he's as dumb as a stick and he ain't failed so far!
Worldmind: Both of these statements are disputable.
- Call out cowardice
- Put in perspective
- (...)
Star-Lord: You're scared! Yeah, you met a math problem that you don't understand and you're running away from it!
Worldmind: "Fear" is an emotional reaction.
Gamora: Disputable.
Worldmind: We do not experience emotion. Therefore, we cannot be "afraid."
Star-Lord: Why are you running, then?
Worldmind: Our primary directive is the preservation--
Rocket: Yeah, yeah, bleep bloop bloop! Thought you were a class G super intelligence, not an infinite loop.
Star-Lord: Don't you control the Nova Force? The "magical energy" that powers Nova Corps?
Worldmind: It is not magical, but yes.
Star-Lord: Then how do you explain that one? Because to an outsider, it doesn't seem logical at all.
Gamora: Thanos used to say it was generated by the living computers of Xandar.
Worldmind: The living computers of Xandar are the Nova Force. It exists because we exist. And we exist, therefore it does.
Star-Lord: Sounds like you're able to harness your collective energy, just like Raker with other people's faith. Maybe the way you do it can tell you how the Church does.
Worldmind: Perhaps...
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Oh come on, you ain't a stick!
- Worldmind convinced
- Worldmind unconvinced
Worldmind: You have given us new data to consider, Guardians of the Galaxy. We will. Later. Right now, we need to focus on our departure. («You planted a seed of doubt in the Worldmind's logic routines» appears.)
Star-Lord: You're still leaving?
Worldmind: We did not make this decision without considering all available options. A complete search of our databanks only revealed a single entity with the potential to stop them.
Gamora: What is it?
Worldmind: Not what, who. Adam Warlock. The Church's original Golden God. Unfortunately, he perished in the last year of the Galactic War.
Rocket: Great. So, no one!
Worldmind: We are pleased you reached the same conclusion we did. It appears that our travel preparations are almost complete. Farewell, Guardians of the Galaxy.
Star-Lord: No no no! Wait!
(The Worldmind dematerializes.)
Star-Lord: [sighs]
Groot: [sighs]
Rocket: Classic Nova Corps! Ain't helped us then, you won't help us now!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: What? Are you kidding me? Groot says the flarking helpline's still asking for fine money.
Groot: [sighs]
Star-Lord: [sighs]
- Pay A Fine
(If Peter bought the disabler and talked to Rocket, «Rocket told you that the Nova Force Lock Disabler is useless junk. You were scammed.» appears.)
- Confirm payment
- Cancel payment
- Not enough units
- Use the lock disabler
Star-Lord: Alright, let's get this over with. Confirm payment. («Making good on your word, you decided to pay your Nova Corps fine» appears.)
Rocket: What! Whole universe is about to end and you spend our cash on a Nova Corps fine!?
Star-Lord: Look, dude. The Church is about to come for all of us. Once that disabler goes off, we'll be sitting ducks. Alright, at least we got that sorted. Let's get out of here.
Star-Lord: You know what? Screw this. CANCEL PAYMENT! («You chose not to pay your Nova Corps fine» appears.)
Gamora: Peter!?
Star-Lord: What? It's not like Nova Corps' gonna come after us. They're leaving!
Gamora: Exactly! They're leaving. That was our only chance to get this disabler off the Milano! We can't escape the Church with a locked ship!
Star-Lord: Who cares! By the time it activates, we'll already be either converted or dead.
(Confirm payment.)
Star-Lord: Erm... yeah. Let's get this over with. Confirm payment.
("Insufficient funds" appears on the console.)
Star-Lord: Aw come on, really!
(Cancel payment.)
Star-Lord: Erm... screw it! If Nova Corps doesn't want to help, then we're not paying their darn fine.
Gamora: So you did spend Lady Hellbender's money in Knowhere.
Star-Lord: ...yeah.
Rocket: You were there!?
Gamora: From a distance. I couldn't make out the details of what he was buying.
Rocket: Great! All the way to Seknarf and back, and nothing to show for it!
Star-Lord: I'm sorry, alright?
(«You can now use your black market device to disable the Nova lock» appears.)
Star-Lord: You know, we really don't need to pay our fine. We can remove that lock ourselves.
Rocket: What? How?
Star-Lord: I bought something in Knowhere to get it off. How's this?
Rocket: [laughing]
Star-Lord: The guy said it was a lock disabler! It's not?
Rocket: Piece of junk disabler is what it is!
Star-Lord: ...oh.
Rocket: How do I have to say this again? No. Shopping. For Tech. Without. Rocket.
Star-Lord: Fine.
- Departure
Gamora: Peter, we've got movement!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: They're taking off!
(New Xandar departs. The warp pushes a few ships towards the Milano.)
Rocket: Uh, Quill? Quill!
Star-Lord: I see it! (Maneuvers the Milano out of the way.)
Gamora: [sigh]
(The Sacrosanct suddenly warps into view.)
Gamora: Son of a sch'ma'ag...
(Faith energy is pulled from surrounding ships into the Sacrosanct.)
Drax: They are accepting the Promise.
Rocket: We gotta jump, Quill!
Star-Lord: I know!
Drax: The Matriarch's Promise is becoming real...
Gamora: Peter!
Star-Lord: Gotta get clear first! Come on, come on... And... GO!
(The Milano escapes.)
- Crash
(The Milano abruptly stops in the middle of a jump.)
Rocket: Oh, scut!
Groot: I am Groot!
Gamora: Whoa!
Rocket: What the flark did you do?
Star-Lord: I don't know!
Gamora: Why have we stopped?!
Rocket: The Loser Legion must've hit something when they ambushed us!
Groot: I am Groot?
Star-Lord: Guys...
Drax: It is only a matter of time before the galaxy accepts the Promise.
Gamora: Sacrosanct is back there! We can't just sit here!
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: Guys.
Rocket: And how we gonna do that? We're dead in the flarkin' water.
Gamora: And if they find us, we're screwed!
Star-Lord: Guys!
Drax: The Promise must be freely accepted.
Star-Lord: Guys!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Oh yeah! And without an engine, we're screwed anyway!
Star-Lord: [shouting] Guys, guys, guys, guys! Enough! Just stop already. I can't hear myself think. Rocket. Fix the engines.
Rocket: How am I supposed to do that? I can't even run a diagnostic--
Star-Lord: I don't care! Just... fix it!
Rocket: Scoff. (Leaves.)
Gamora: And what are we supposed to do?
Star-Lord: I don't know! Okay? I can't just conjure up answers every two seconds.
Gamora: Fine. (Leaves.)
Groot: I am--
Star-Lord: Don't. I just... can't do this right now.
(Groot leaves as well.)
Star-Lord: [sigh] I need some rest.
Relax in your quarters[]
- Get up
Star-Lord: Screw Nova Corps. Shouldn't have counted on them in the first place.
- Tired
Star-Lord:
(Tired 1.) [heavy yawn]
(Tired 2.) God... Feels like I've been awake for a whole cycle...
(Tired 3.) [heavy yawn] Woah, that one hurt my jaw.
- Jukebox
Rocket: I'm trying to focus here! Shut that thing off already!
Star-Lord: Somebody's testy... Fine, then. No music.
- Talk to Drax
Star-Lord: Hey, Drax. I...
Drax: I do not wish to talk.
Star-Lord: Fair enough. We're all pretty spent... just try to get some rest if you can.
- Approach Gamora
Gamora:
(Approach 1.) Look, it's our great leader.
(Approach 2.) If you're about to throw another tantrum, do it quietly this time.
(Approach 3.) Hope you can hear yourself think, now.
(Approach 4.) Probably isn't much to hear anyway.
(Approach 5.) This is ridiculous.
(Approach 6.) We both know going to Xandar was a cop-out.
(Approach 7.) If you're just going to mope around, do it in your cabin.
- Talk to Gamora 1
Star-Lord: Hey--
Gamora: Here to yell at me some more?
Star-Lord: What? No!
Gamora: I really don't feel like small talk. (Walks to her room.)
Star-Lord: You... forgot your toast.
- Enter Gamora's room
Gamora:
(Enter 1.) Excuse me.
(Enter 2.) Peter, get out of here.
(Enter 3.) Can I just be alone for a while?
(Enter 4.) Get out of here or I swear to Hala...
(Enter 5.) Peter. Out!
(Enter 6.) I'm waiting.
(Enter 7.) Really?!
- Noises
Gamora: (Off-screen.) Aw flark! Scut! Gotcha! Back on your shelf.
- Talk to Gamora 2
Star-Lord: (Knocks on door.) Gamora? You alright in there?
- Talk to the door
- Knock louder
Star-Lord: Look, we're all frustrated. We did what we could with the Worldmind, but they weren't even listening!
Gamora: It doesn't matter, they had their minds made up.
Star-Lord: They were being kind of scut.
Gamora: Hmm hmm.
Star-Lord: I mean, I did nothing wrong. I was just asking them to do their job!
Gamora: (Opens door.) How about doing your job?
Star-Lord: My job? Have you seen the size of that Church ship? What am I supposed to do?
Gamora: Guess you and the Worldmind aren't so different.
Star-Lord: What?!
Gamora: Maybe it's because I had a tyrant for a dad, but I'm used to people in charge not being afraid to get scut done. (Closes and locks door.)
Star-Lord: What the heck...
Star-Lord: Gamora!
Gamora: (Opens door.) Unless you're here to tell me that the engine is fixed--
Rocket: (Off-screen.) It's not!
Gamora: --or that the Worldmind called you back because they had a change of heart, I think I'll get some sleep.
Star-Lord: Look, I get how you feel. It's a frustrating situation! Hopeless, even!
Gamora: The situation isn't hopeless. You, however.
Star-Lord: What? What am I supposed to do? I'm just one guy! The entire universe might be on its deathbed!
Gamora: Imagine that! And I could be on my bed bed! (Closes and locks door.)
Star-Lord: Yeah, well... stay in it!
- Milano sounds
Rocket: (Off-screen.) It's ok! That was normal! Nobody panic! Oof. That was close.
- Talk to Rocket 1
Star-Lord: Hey... How's it looking?
Rocket: How does it look like it's looking?
Star-Lord: Well I--
Rocket: Tension circuit melted through the stem-bolts. Reverse-ratcheting routing planer's out of alignment. Can't even see the flarking sensor node behind the flux capacitor!
Star-Lord: Wait... flux capacitors are real?
Rocket: What? No! I mean flow capacitor. Words get a little messed up when I'm tired.
- Talk to Rocket 2
Star-Lord: Uh... Rocket?
Rocket: What is it? I'm busy.
Star-Lord: I was gonna say, if you want to take a break after this, I don't think anyone will hold it against you.
Rocket: They better not!
- Talk to Rocket 3
Star-Lord: So, I--
Rocket: No, I ain't done yet. No matter how loud you ask.
Star-Lord: Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I lost my cool back there. Shouldn't have yelled like that.
Rocket: Yeah well. [sigh] I was gonna fix the ship regardless. I just don't appreciate being pushed around.
Star-Lord: I get it.
Rocket: Now get out of my tail. I need to work on that thruster.
- Talk to Groot
Star-Lord: Hey, Groot... What's that stuff you're drinking?
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: Looks like herbal tea, but... not sure about the smell.
Groot: I am Groot!
- Ask about the tea
- Get his advice
Star-Lord: What kind of tea is that?
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Ha! Good one!
Star-Lord: Erm... maybe you can show me?
Groot: I am Groot!
Star-Lord: Oh god, really? I cannot tell if that's cannibalism.
Groot: [shrug]
Star-Lord: Know what? I think I'll pass on the leaf juice, but I'm glad to see you've got everything under control. At least one of us does.
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Speak for yourself!
Star-Lord: [sigh]
Star-Lord: Say, bud. How do you stay so level-headed?
Groot: I am Groot?
Star-Lord: I mean, every time scut happens and we're down in the ditch, you never seem to lose your morale.
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: Wow... wish I could understand that. You have it all figured out, don't you?
Groot: [shrug] I am Groot.
Star-Lord: Well, I hope you keep it up. We could all learn something from you.
(Idle banter.)
- Sensor nodes
Rocket: Hey, Groot! You remember if I left the sensor nodes on standby earlier?
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Because I told you about it! I said, "Groot, remind me to something something the sensor nodes."
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, I remembered most of it, but I'm missing the middle part. Argh! I should've just written it down.
- Fern
Rocket: Hey Groot, did you ever find the pack of slacking clamps I lost under your fern?
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: I don't know, a fern-looking fern.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Why would I check the leaf undersides!? I swear...
- Rocky
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Ugh, don't call me "Rocky."
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: I don't call you "Grooty."
Groot: I am Groot.
- Humming
Groot: [humming a song]
Rocket: Stop humming!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I don't care if the breathy wire-chewer likes your singing. I need to focus!
Groot: [quieter humming]
Rocket: Groot!
Groot: [frustrated sigh] I am Groot...
- Drax
Rocket: Hey, muscle-head! Did you ever run that weapon system analysis you wanted to do? Drax! You hear me?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Not feeling well ain't no excuse to ignore me!
- Toothbrush
- Caught multiple
- Caught Groot
- Caught Rocket
- Caught Gamora
- Caught Drax
- Caught no one
- Use workbench
Star-Lord:
(Use 1.) Hey, Rocket! I need your help at the workbench. → Rocket: For flark's sake... Fine!
(Use 2.) Rocket! One more thing. → Rocket: Really? I've got the left thruster's callstrap on hang...
(Use 3.) Rocket, I forgot something! → Rocket: Son of a Schma'ag! That engine's not fixing itself, you know?
- Secret compartment
- Hid the llama
- Hid the tech
Star-Lord: Looks like somebody's been snacking on wires in here.
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Are you kidding?! Where's that ship eating son of a flark!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: (Off-screen.) Daughter of a flark, then!
Star-Lord: Good thing we stashed Rocket's stuff in here. That weapons upgrade really saved our butts against Captain Whatshisface.
Rocket: (Off-screen.) You're welcome!
- Kammy
Star-Lord: Really? How did you--Ugh. Now I'm gonna get fleas...
- Relax
Space Llama: [snoring]
Star-Lord: Come on, girl.
Space Llama: Plaaaaaaaaah!
Star-Lord: Shoo, shoo!
- Hid the llama
- Didn't hide llama
(Kammy leaves Peter's room through a hole in the wall.)
Star-Lord: What the f-- That's how you got in?!
Star-Lord: Screw it. (Tosses his earpiece and sits on the bed.) [exhales loudly] Aaaaand the bed smells. Great.
(Peter listens to his tunes and drifts off to sleep.)
Nightmare[]
(Peter opens his eyes to see a young version of him walking around his room.)
Peter: We have a ship! This is our room? Why's it so small?!
Star-Lord: Hmmmmm.
Peter: Oh man, look at you... me...
Star-Lord: [surprised gasp]
Peter: weird hair!
Star-Lord: What? What is this? How are you... me?
Peter: Come on, the talking raccoon's waiting for you! Everybody is!
Star-Lord: Rocket... yeah, he was fixing that thing... that broke.
Peter: Hey, if we're some kind of big space hero now, why are we running from the bad guys?
Star-Lord: It's... complicated.
Peter: No it's not. Stop running. And... we've landed.
Star-Lord: [heavy sigh]
- Leave room
Rocket: Groot wanted to let you sleep. Can you believe it?
Star-Lord: [groan] How long was I out?
Rocket: Long enough to fly us all the way to the Quarantine Zone.
Star-Lord: Wait, how did we fly out here?
Rocket: Quill! Do you want to fix your ship or not?
Star-Lord: My ship.
Rocket: Yes, your ship. Come on, the others are outside.
(Idle banter.)
- Plan 1
Star-Lord: So, what's the plan here? We're just picking up any junk we find?
Rocket: Not any junk. We're here for a second-tier cato-catalyst with a blotting handle.
Star-Lord: Hum?
Rocket: Plus I'm missing an optical induction cable adapter. If we can find a plasma hutch-box we'll be halfway there.
Star-Lord: A box! Right! I know that word.
- Plan 2
Star-Lord: Once we're outside, should I be looking around? Lifting stuff?
Rocket: Only if you wanna get your hands all sticky. Wait for my signal before you touch anything. Most of the debris out here is junk, and we still got a whole scutting Church up our butts.
Star-Lord: Yeah, almost forgot about that...
Rocket: All the more reason to find those spare parts, fix the ship, and scram.
- Chitauri installation
Rocket: Gamora scouted up a Chitauri installation not too far from here.
Star-Lord: What's in the Chitauri place?
Rocket: Looks promising for spare parts.
- Plan 3
Star-Lord: Alright Rocket, Church aside, what's your plan once we get out?
Rocket: First, we get to the Chitauri installation Gamora found. Second, we find a modular security grid. Third, find a Turing safe with a quantegonal label.
Star-Lord: Got it. Modular... hexagon... grid?
- Quantegon
Star-Lord: Come on Rocket, what do those spare parts look like?
Rocket: Do you know what a quantegon is?
Star-Lord: Describe it.
Rocket: Think of a simple flat shape.
Star-Lord: Okay.
Rocket: But fluctuating between multiple phases.
Star-Lord: Not okay.
Rocket: It looks like a cabbage, but flat.
Star-Lord: ...that doesn't really help.
Rocket: Don't worry, I'll point at it when we find one.
- Cato-catalysts
Rocket: So, you missed a nice one while you were sleeping. I had to teach Drax to identify different tiers of cato-catalysts.
Star-Lord: Cato-what?
Rocket: Some of the stuff I need.
Star-Lord: As long as we can use it to patch up the Milano...
Rocket: That's the spirit!
- Unsafe
Star-Lord: Let's be careful out there. The Quarantine Zone wasn't exactly safe last time.
Rocket: Don't worry, I remember the sudden debris showers... And the aggressive wildlife.
Star-Lord: Remember when you jumped around on an old Chitauri bulkhead to prove a point and it collapsed?
Rocket: Hey! It ain't my fault if this scrap yard can't handle a little jumping. The whole place's falling apart!
- Fix
Star-Lord: This place is making me nervous.
Rocket: More nervous than when you yelled at me to go fix stuff?
Star-Lord: Alright, alright, not my proudest moment.
Rocket: Understatement.
Star-Lord: I really needed a break. Thank you, I guess, for letting me sleep. But!
Rocket: Here we go...
Star-Lord: Not for flying out here without my permission.
Rocket: Well, you did tell me to fix it!
- Coming back
Star-Lord: Seriously, Rocket. You don't feel weird coming back here after--
Rocket: Focus on what's happening now, Quill. What's done is done. Right now? Ship needs fixing.
Star-Lord: Ain't the only thing that needs fixing.
Rocket: We'll cross that bridge when Groot makes it.
- Arguing
Rocket: Will you hurry it up? Groot and Gamora have been arguing non-stop since we got here.
Star-Lord: Really? How?
Rocket: Longer we wait, worse it'll be.
- Minute
Rocket: Whenever you're ready, Quill.
Star-Lord: Give me a minute.
Rocket: You've had plenty of minutes!
Star-Lord: Sleeping doesn't count.
- Milano
Rocket: Still waiting!
Star-Lord: Is the Milano gonna be ok?
Rocket: We'll see. The old girl's pretty banged up.
Star-Lord: Wait... If the Milano's in such bad shape, how did we make it here?
Rocket: Ha! Just be glad you were asleep. That was one rough ride!
- Workbench
Star-Lord: Rocket, do we have time for some upgrades?
Rocket: No, we don't. We can fix up your scut later!
- Talk to Kammy
Star-Lord: Be nice while we're running errands, alright? And please stay out of my cabin. Wonder if we should bring her back to where we found her later.
- Enter cockpit
Star-Lord: So you flew us, all the way here?
Rocket: Yup.
Star-Lord: Without asking.
Rocket: Hey I asked! You said, and I quote, "I'll take you to the stars. I'll show you who we are. We're space riders with no name."
Star-Lord: Erm...
Rocket: And then you went back to sleep.
Star-Lord: And you thought that meant yes?
Rocket: Good enough for me.
- Secret compartment
Star-Lord: Was that always empty? Guess so.
- Talk to Rocket
Star-Lord: Is everyone outside already?
Rocket: Yep, waiting for us.
- Exit the Milano
Rocket: There. Let's go.
Gamora: Look who stumbled out of bed.
Drax: The rodent made decisions in your sleep.
Star-Lord: Yeah, yeah, I know.
Nikki: Took you long enough...
Star-Lord: What?!
(Peter turns around and sees the Matriarch, Nikki.)
Star-Lord: Ni-Nikki!? You're not supposed to be here.
Nikki: You promised you would get me out of here.
Star-Lord: I know but--
Nikki: [breathing]
Star-Lord: Nikki!
(The purple shadow creature, now in the form of a vortex, consumes Nikki and chases the Guardians.)
- Run
Star-Lord: Guys, don't let it get to you!
Rocket: Won't have to tell me twice! Groot, faster!
Groot: [panting] I am Groot! I am Groot!
(Groot is sucked into the vortex.)
Rocket: Nobody hurts my friend! [scream]
(Rocket is sucked into the vortex.)
Gamora: It's too fast, Peter! [screams]
(Gamora is sucked into the vortex.)
Star-Lord: Gamora!
Drax: We cannot outrun the beast, Peter Quill!
Star-Lord: Keep going, Drax!
Drax: Honor my death!
(Drax is sucked into the vortex.)
Star-Lord: Drax! Anybody! It's my fault, isn't it? All of it!
Peter: (Distant.) We were supposed to be a hero!
Star-Lord: Guys! I'm sorry! I don't know what to do!
Peter: (Distant.) Yes you do! You DO! What are you doing? Heroes don't run!
Star-Lord: None of this makes any sense! No! This is all wrong! Leave me alone! Why are you chasing me!?
Peter: (Distant.) We can't keep running away from our problems! We have to face our fears! Take responsibility!
- Shoot creature
Star-Lord: Take that! You ugly monster thing!
Waking up[]
Drax: (Distant.) Peter Quill! Peter Quill! Peter Quill.
(Peter opens his eyes to see Drax.)
Drax: Peter Quill. Wake up.
Star-Lord: [cries out in surprise] D-Drax? We talked about this, man... You gotta stop--
Drax: Your illegitimate child was correct, Peter Quill! Hovat and Kamaria will be restored!
Star-Lord: Uh... yeah... okay...
Drax: We just need to have faith.
(Drax's eyes take on a purple glow. He has accepted the Promise.)
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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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