InsaneJournal

Who: Rocket and OTA
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Around the ships hall
Why: Figditing with things
What: He may be creating a bomb...
Status: Closed/On-going
Ratings: Mild because of Rockets language



To say Rocket wasn't a happy creature was an understatement. First, he was poked and probed. It wasn't his fault he attacked a few of those in the med bay. Not like he was sorry. First, he thought Quill was behind this, but the man wasn't here. So just who was behind this and how could he get back to the Milano. With no answers Rocket growled lightly, only to take a seat on the floor in the halls of the ship. The sounds of wire breaking could be heard and the mixture of gears clicking together.

Rocket worked quickly as usual. various parts scattered around him as he pieced together certain parts and placed them aside. he was bored, and with out the other Guardians, it meant no one would be around to keep him in line. Which meant, Rocket would most likely get himself into trouble. But how much trouble could a little creature get into? The answer? A lot.