||Runaway Ravager - astoryunfolds||
Growing up, Peter Quill had dealt with a lot of things that the Ravagers did. He knew that just about everything they did was either illegal, borderline illegal, or morally wrong. When he first boarded their ship, he was scared of them. Over time, he started to join them, his conscience wearing thin along the years, and the general idea that it if he didn’t they would probably eat or kill him taking place in his head. He drew the line at certain jobs though. Tracking down another Terran for a buyer across the galaxy was one of those jobs.
Peter knew just as well as any other Ravager, that people who bought other people were never as kind as they seemed in business. They were just Collectors, wanting to lock up their rare creatures like prizes on a shelf.
When they first abducted the other Terran, Peter had voiced his opinion about all of this to Yondu, but it went unheard and unappreciated, like any normal circumstance would grant. That’s when Peter decided to take action.
When the ship’s lights had dimmed and everyone began to head for bed, signalling their own artificial space night time in a place that was always dark, Peter headed for the cells.
“Hey you,” he called in a hushed tone, “yeah, you. C’mon, let’s go. I’m getting you outta here.”