“The traps weren’t meant for you! Some Terrans around here have no manners, already had a few try to break in last week,” Rocket was equally as frustrated in his tone. His nap had been extremely short, though the sudden combat had given him a quick burst of energy. As she accused him of having caused the wreck he spun and pointed his finger at her, “that may be slightly true! But I kept half the ship safe of that barrier by pulling that maneuver!”
“Besides, I told Quill for weeks we needed to install another seat so everyone had a place,” his paw scratched at his chin as he spoke under his breath, “or was he telling me we needed to install one.” The argument had gone on for some time with one thinking it would make things too crowded and the other warning of the dangers of what may happen if the ship split in half. Looking back it was a bit ironic of an argument to make.
Rocket was glad to see she had put her blaster away, though if she were really feeling murderous he knew she would not need it. “If I saw you fall of course I would have tried to find you, but I didn’t. So I did the next best thing. I found a way to make some money.” He made his way to his small murderbots and gave one a little kick before dragging them back behind the counter once more. Despite being a little banged up, they fit back into their positions within the wall before he closed their compartments once again.
“Plus the jobs done. Once this barrier is down, we will be a whole lot richer,” he hopped up onto a rolling stool he kept behind the register and shifted his weight to move it over towards the fish tank nearby. He reached up and gripped onto a device attached to a moveable arm, pulling it down to eye level. He peered through the high intensity magnifying glass, adjusting dials on the side as he did so. Finally it came into view. At the bottom of the tank, mixed in amongst the rocks, a small civilization laid in rest. The Khaav’ax civilians that took notice of the raccoon peering in the side of the glass turned to wave gratefully at him. The creatures that appeared as mere specks to the human eye were easy to see. Their crystalline bodies a bright, sparkling sight. They flowed seamlessly through the water as the construction on their city continued. “Come see for yourself.”
A likely story. One trap would’ve been enough for Terrans, as far as she was concerned, or just an alarm. It wasn’t like they posed much of a threat, in her limited experience- mainly with Quill, who just by himself was enough to prove her point several times over. “Sure,” She said, sarcasm evident but anger muted for that particular remark, evidently willing to be the bigger person for the first and only time in their... friendship? Friendship, even if she was feeling murderous about him at the moment. “Not my half,” She hissed back instantly, clearly not impressed given what had happened to her as a result. “My half disintegrated under my feet and I fell to the ground without a parachute, without a warning, nothing. And then you didn’t even come look for me!”
She turned away abruptly, pacing a few steps away before turning back to him, expression schooled back into something that was only somewhat angry instead of what it had been a few moments earlier as her voice had risen to a yell. “You two argue about everything.” Nebula replied, deathly calm as Rocket went on about the seats. “I cannot keep track of who is arguing what, and it wouldn’t even have mattered, anyway, because I was going to fix the engine and wasn’t even in the cockpit. If I had been, I would have beaten some sense into you both.”
It did not placate her very much, that he had not seen her fall and therefore had not thought to look for her, but in some practical way she did understand the sentiment. Though her feelings were hurt and she had had to do a lot to get here... Nebula understood that, had he believed her dead, it would have been a relatively useless exercise to come looking for her. He still should have, and that he hadn’t still stung, but for once her anger was dulled to silence and she exhaled, crossing her arms and taking a few steps forward until she was closer to him, having joined him behind the counter of his funny, cramped little shop.
Nebula didn’t care much for money, and never knew what to do with it once she had it, but she did understand the stability it represented for the Guardians, and she did like it when they did well in a job, some satisfaction in work well done. So, though she didn’t share his joy about the idea of being rich, she did come forward at his invitation, despite herself curious about what it was that had been done this time to secure their future. If the barrier came down, of course. She exhaled once more, uncrossing her arms. “Fine.” She said, and approached him until she was beside the fox, looking dubiously at the magnifying glass at the tank before bending down to look into it. “What am I looking at?” She asked, squinting into it.
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