THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT SPACE , where , the unexpected is expected . nothing makes sense , sometimes , MOST times . like now when the Milano struggles to tear through this new , withering world . practically comes to a standstill , and Peter suggests exiting the spacecraft , checking the thrusters .
that’s his first mistake . even beneath the helmet and armour he feels the upside down permeate his skin , envelope him . something has Quill in a tight hold , and suddenly , the Milano isn’t there anymore .
Peter swears , tugging at his blasters , shooting at the thing ( nothing ) that surrounded him . one , two , three , four , five fires later , and there’s a bright rift of light . of colour . of sounds and smells .
he finds himself struggling towards it , tearing through the break , and falling right into Hawkins .
@lightspoke / s.