Peter Quill, aka Star-Lord (80sreference) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-02-21 17:06:00 |
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“You gone and fucked up, Quill,” Horuz growled. “Screwed us over for the last time.” He fingered a large knife at his belt, and his other hand formed a fist. A few others stood at his back. A glance around showed a small corner of the Eclector, not the beam in point, not the M-ship bay. Sure, there was a bump on his head, but how? Peter ducked and hit a one two combo into Horuz’s gut to little effect. Honestly, shit didn’t need reasons. And the only thing getting Peter out of this was Peter. As usual. “Yondu give you the okay on this?” his eyes sparkled, “I’d hate to see him angry at you. You disobey him, you’re one hum away from dying.” Maybe, he was spinning here. “Yondu isn’t here,” Horuz drew the knife, “And you stabbed us in the back. You stabbed Yondu. Again and again. I’m just gonna do you like you did us.” He moved fast, strong, and Peter ducked, weaved, and knocked his way about. The others stood back and watched. They slammed into the walls, knocking pieces lose. The knife slid against leather, scratching it further, and his fingers scratched against the wall panel and tugged some of the wires loose. Rather than block the next punch - of, right in his gut, almost hitting a little low - Peter yanked the wires out of the wall and jammed them into Horuz’s neck. The man shook, dropping the knife into Peter’s waiting hand. Star-Lord pushed Horuz to the floor and leapt down a side hall as three others chased him. “We’re eating Terran tonight, Quill!” they shouted. He found a shaft, looked like it should have housed… he wasn’t sure what. This place wasn’t what he remembered of the ship. It had been a while, but shots at his head told him it was the way to go. He gripped the edges of the railing and dropped fifty feet before braking with his jet pack boots. It could have been worse. He had his tunes. |