Title:           Untitled 7 (Spider-Shim) Phase 2: Guardians
Author:          reallyUntitled
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First Edit:      Tuesday 4th of April 2017 12:53:06 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 4th of April 2017 12:53:06 PM CDT

>Be a tree.
>The water is really refreshing in the summer heat of this particular planet.
>The atmosphere and solar radiation makes for tan humanoids and good energy for you to grow, but you need to be careful not to try out.
>“Are you drinking fountain water?”
>You look back to your furry companion.
“I am Groot,” you defend yourself.
>“Stop lying, why are you lying? I just saw you!”
>The small creature known as Subject P-one-K-three shakes it’s head and goes back to scout the masses.
>And he has heightened senses to understand the meaning of your words.
>Makes for a lone universe when no other creature understands you, so you stuck with him for the past few cycles.
>And you like him.
>He’s funny.
>“2500 units, alive. What did ya do? Runaway from home? Groot! Easy money!”
>He punches your leg to get your attention again and you stop once more from refreshing yourself.
>“It’s disgusting!”
“I am Groot.”
>“Gah, up there on the walkway,” he answers your question by pointing up, “terran looking blonde chick,” he goes to further specify, “walking with that terran-looking guy.”
>You look after him and spot the target in question.
“I am Groot,” you say happily.
>“What?” he asks both angry and confused, “what do you mean they look nice.”
“I am,” you pronounce your name sternly, “Groot.”
>“And why would we care if they are a couple? Don’t- Nah!”, he realizes what you mean, “So she’s some rich flarknards daughter and she ran away from home to pursue her love. How romantic. Bleargh.”
“I am Groot?”, you ask concerned.
>“No, I’m not sick, you stupid tree. I was being sarcastic. Look at them up there being in love and shit, I don’t care, it’s payday.”
>P-One-Kay-Three takes aim with his self made net-thrower.
“I am Groot!”,  you stop him.
>He continues to aim, tracking her.
“I am-”
>“Raaah!”, he screams and puts the weapon away, “I heard you! And what the flark are you looking at?! Keep moving!”.
>If things don’t go his way he lets his anger out on others.
>In this case a random pedestrian who looked at his loud outburst would do.
“I am Groot,” you apologize to the female humanoid who keeps her offspring a little closer now.
>The little one, you can’t discern its gender, looks back at you with big eyes.
>You give it a warm smile and wave.
>“Some other bounty hunter will get this Celestia’s pay out, you happy now?”
“I am Groot,” you nod.
>“Don’t care if it was the right thing to do,” he spreads his little arms. “We don’T even know the circumstances. We should have bagged this Sunset and asked her.”
“I am Groot,” you cross your arms.”
>“Like the universe ever did something nice for us!” he shouts, before a frown forms, “Wait, I think I recognize those names...”
“I am Groot?” you ask.
>“Shut up, let me think,” he taps his little foot on the ground as he strokes his chin, trying to remember... whatever it is he’s trying to remember.
>“Eh, I don’t get it. Maybe some high society bullshit anyway.”
“I am Groot,” you shrug.
>“Yeah, probably best to stay away from it anyway, not like those pay out to us.”
>He shakes his head in disgust and scans the crowd again, only going after the couple again for a second, “Got my eye on you...”
>Then the scanner gives off an excited peep.
>“Uhh, ‘nother live one! Let’s see...”
>He summons the file containing the bounties information.
>“50.000... well, energy credits, but still! Groot! We’re gonna be rich!”, he relays only the money to you.
“I am Groot,” you inquire.
>“That’s the best part. The green chick over there by the Broker?”, he laughs gleefully, “Changeling goes by the name of Chrysalis, fighting experience, and a Dead or Alive sentence! No holding back this time.”
>You nod and smile.
“I am Groot,” you confirm.
 
>Be Peter Quill.
“Hey not fair, dude! We had a deal!”
>You stumble as to not fall out of the Broker’s shop, and as soon as you regain your balance you turn around with the intention to head back inside, yet the door already signals ‘closed for business’
“Not cool, eyebrows!”
>You brush your coat off and look around.
>Your frustrated expression quickly changes when you spot an endearing creature not far from you.
>She’s hot, and she’s observing the scene.
>After you make eye contact she stops eating from her phallic-shaped food item and asks: “What happened?”
>She said so with her mouth still full, but a smile on her face.
“He just walked out of a deal on me.”,  you throw the orb up playfully to show off the trade good in question, “Some people have no honor.”
>You shake your head in disappointment of the universe and wait until she takes down that meatsicle before extending your hand to your conquest-to-be.
“Peter Quill, people call me Star-Lord.”
>“I’m int the presence of royalty, hmhm~”, she goes in on your code name as she takes your hand, you can see in her eyes that she doesn’t actually believe you’re royalty, “you don’t look as stuck up as any other man of the aristocracy.”
“But that’s a-”
>She pulls you towards her, delivers her knee to your stomach, grabs the orb and dashes off.
>“Sonofa-”
>You don’t take the time to hold your stomach as you run after her.
>The buyer of the orb may have jumped off, but if someone almost killed you for it and now another person steals it, you’re sure it can fetch a high price.
>Now more than ever do you want to chase her tail.
>You take out some bolas and prepare to throw.
“Yes, swing those hips as you run, sweetie.”
>She doesn’t get distracted.
>It was worth a shot.
>Speaking of shots...
>You throw the bolas.
>They spark to live as they fly, fizzling with energy.
>If she doesn’t divert her course she’ll-
>“Chrysalis!”, someone shouts out and pushes her out of the way and gets hit himself.
“Not the time for Samaritans! She stole my stuff!”
>“What?!”, the hot thief, seemingly named Chrysalis was quite surprised at her saviors identity.
>He doesn’t respond, only contorts in pain at the energy of the bolas coursing through his body.
>While she had slowed down for a moment.
>She didn’t stop to help him out of the bolas though but continues to run, taking a turn and now hiding behind too many pedestrians.
>You hit the propulsion on your boots jump onto the railing and cut the corner past the dude who saved her.
“The fuck are you?”, you shout in his direction, but don’t wait for an answer.
>On the surface of a planet it’s too hard to maneuver with the boots so you chase on foot again.
>While she had to slow down once and you took a shortcut, she was still gaining ground, simply being much fitter than you are.
>Doesn’t mean you give up.
>Then a two odd things happen simultaneously.
>A big tree grew out from the crowd down under where your orb-robber was running to, and a shadow flew over your head.
>The Nova Corps?
>Already?
>Their response time’s getting better.
“Ain’t got the time, I’m the victim here!”, you explain as you run past the figure having landed in front of you.
>“She’s a friend of a friend.”, the figure, clearly female, tells you.
“Huh?”
>You turn for a moment and she shoots a bolt of energy at you.
>It only hurt for a moment as your legs cramp up, but it served the purpose of sending you falling to the stone ground, and that hurt.
“Ouch...”
>You spin around to get up and face the new threat, quickly realizing that she wasn’t wearing a  Nova Corps uniform.
“Well, your friend’s the friend of a thief! And she just stole my livelihood!”
>She’s pretty too, you shouldn’t shout, maybe she’ll make it up to you later.
>While you exaggerated the truth it still carries enough of it to make her frown and look forward.
>You too turn to the newly grown tree and this Chrysalis to see them in a firefight.
>Or at least a furry creature on the tree shoots while the tree swings for her.
>One bad hit later she drops the orb which rolls down onto the streets.
>Perfect.
>You disregard the new hot chick who stopped you and jump down, once more using the boost of your boots to slow your decent.
>Before you, you can see Chrysalis jumping down as well.
>“After her!”, the creature orders the tree, who takes big steps to follow the given task.
>At this rate you’ll all reach the orb at about the same time...
>Once more you’re passed overhead by a shadow.
>Jumpy, energy-shooty chick once more overtakes you, she too has spotted the orb rolling in between the vehicles.
“Oh no you don’t.”
>You take out a phaser and shoot her.
>She goes down with a scream and was quickly hit by a car.
>“Sunset!”
>You can only guess that was the voice of the Samaritan.
>For a moment you turn around to see that it was your turn once more to get shot at.
>You manage to dodge out of the way, once more getting slowed down.
>On the other side of the street  Chrysalis faces the same problem as she has to dodge her attacker’s attempts to subdue her.
>At least her’s are grounded, both of yours can fly (or jump).
>Samaritan shoots at you once more before landing by Jumpy, looking if she was okay.
>You use the traffic diversion that the two have caused to go onto the street and grab the orb.
>Alright.
>Things are looking bright again for Star-Lo-
>“By authority of the Nova Corps, you are under arrest for endangerment to the life and the destruction of property.”
>You feel yourself loos your footing and float slightly up in the air by orange energy.
“Aww crap.”
>“Subject P-One-K-three, drop your weapon.”
>You look over to the furry creature who was in a similar situation to you, as well as the tree, Chrysalis and her two friends who attacked you.
>“Hey! We didn’t do anything! We only tried to help!”, the samaritan tries to wiggle out of the Nova Corps’ grasp, but found himself unable to.
>Five Nova’s float around the scene holding the six of you.
“Like hell you did, you shot at me twice!”
>“Well, after you attacked two of my friends.”
“And one of them attacked me first!”, you point at Jumpy.
>“In defense of another friend!”, she shouts back to you, holding the spot where she contacted with the vehicle.
“Oh come on!”, you shout in anger, but you know the Nova’s wouldn’t let them go. “I’m only the victim here! The other one stole my shit!”, you try to argue.
>The samaritan tries to whisper to his friend, “can we take them,” you only hear because you’re now at the same distance away as the Nova’s carry you.
>Is he serious?
>“They’re the government here, best to play along,” Jumpy advises.
>“Scan complete, wow, those guys are fucked up,” one of the Novas says, “Fuck, a changeling!”
>You look around to see Chrysalis contort as she changes form.
>Her green complexion gives way to a black one, and all around her features diminish.
>She looks much younger now.
“Jailbait...”
>Figuring you’re already going to prison, you’d still stick your dick in her.
>...
>If she wouldn’t have stolen your orb.
 
>Be Corpsman Dey.
>Only an hour after the arrest.
“Incident in the main square of the capitol,” you read off and shake your head, “What were these idiots thinking?”
>“First up, Chrysalis,” your colleague reads out, “No documents on her, probably entered the planet under disguise.”
>The changeling’s face was contorted with hate as she was made to stand in front of the scanner to take her vitals.
“Changeling, queen-to-be of the Andromeda-hive, second in their heritage. She’s a big catch.”
>“Do we know if she has and brood herself yet?”
“No, as far as our information goes she’s too young...” you flick through the information the screen gives you, “Implant her with a telepathic inhibitor, we’re not gonna take chances.”
>“I second Corpsman Dey’s decision.”
“Hmm...”, you go through a few of your files, “Authorization code for medical procedure...”
>As soon as you greenlight it, the a machine head behind her rotates the proper implant into it’s nuzzle.
>Before she could even turn around to defend herself, another robotic arm has taken a hold of her head and held it in place so the device can be shot into the base of her head.
>“God fu-”, she was cut off, but you can still see her lips move behind the glass.
>“Rude language detected, inhibit audio transmission,” the computer informs you.
“Tsk...” you laugh, “Next one.”
>You hit a button and Chrysalis was transported left on a conveyor belt.
>“Whatever it is, it seems to be fond of telling us it’s name.”
>“I am Groot.”, the wooden creature nods towards the glass.
“Groot, seemingly not the brightest being there is, but taken on as a muscle or houseplant by Subject P-one-K-three.”
>“Simple-mindedness is no excuse to break the law.”
“It sure isn’t, still somewhat a shame. Next up is his owner.”
>You hit the button again.
>“Subject P-one-K-three, the result of illegal genetic and cybernetic engineering on a lower life form.”
>The little creature stood still in the middle of the conveyor belt, his arms crossed with an almost bored expression.
“He amassed a lot of crimes and works as a mercenary and bounty hunter.”
>You shake your head, somewhat pitying the furry thing.
>Somewhere you understand that he wants to repay the universe’s cruelty to him.
“I order no medical scans or procedures on him as they might agitate him,” you record.
>“I second Corpsman Dey’s decision.” your partner adds and puts the two lines to the file.
“Next...”, you hit the button once more, “Sunset Shimmer, here legally for shopping and vacation for a week together with Anon West. Huh...”
>You hit a button and speak into the mike to her.
“Miss, your body temperature is extremely low for...” you look at the scan, “a vanir, are you sick?”
>“No, my body just doesn’t give off energy the same way others do. I’m fine.”
“Huh...”, you shrug and record, “by own assessment her low body temperature is normal.”
>“Anything else?”
“No previous records, no anything really. Next.”
>Once more you hit the button.
>The Vanir-girl gets replaced by a terran whom you’ve seen before.
“I know that guy, Peter Jason Quill,” you chuckle and shake your head when you see his alias in the database, “calls himself Star-Lord. He was raised by mercenaries for whatever reason. Anything to add?”
>“His readings are all wonky for a terran, and there’s a translator implant in his neck.”
“He’s walking and talking, the rest isn’t our problem anymore. Next.”
 
>One last time you hit the button and one terran gets replaced by the next.
“Anon West, here with Sunset Shimmer for shopping and vacation. He’s terran.”
>The young man on the conveyor belt has an fascinated expression, taking in the scenery as if he were on a theme park ride.
>“I thought they don’t have the tech to traverse space?”
“Is how he got here really our problem? Quill’s here too,” you shrug, “either way- woha.”
>You look at the scan.
“He has a rare element in his bloodstream. Weird.”
>“And I thought we have one normal guy only using tech.”
“All their stuff’s confiscated and secured. He and his girl have the best chance of getting off easy after their trial.”
>Your colleague shrugs, “how does he understand us?”
“I dunno, learned it maybe? The vanir probably did it.”
>“Yeah but they also may be able to do their allspeak thing.”
“Isn’t that more of an asgardian spell?”
>“Who knows with them?”, he shakes his head, not really caring the how’s and why’s, “let’s bag ‘em, them Kyln will do.”
“The Kyln?”
>“More of half of them are dangerous, it saves a trip. vanirs are resilient and all of them can handle themselves in a fight.”
>You shrug once more and hit the button to get the last person out of the way, before you speak into the mice again.
“Prepare transfer of all six prisoners to the Kyln until their hearing.”
>You let out a sigh.
“Mischief makers in the heart of Xandar are the last thing we need.”