Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy by M.K. England

Author:M.K. England
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Titan

PRESENT DAY

MERCURY BASE – 7801

SOME who didn’t know Rocket well might think his threat was exaggerated. Amusing hyperbole.

Those people would be wrong. Rocket did, in fact, already have a bomb in one hand, a detonator in the other, and deadly intent in his heart.

“No, Rocket, wait, just—”

“Back the flark off, Quill,” Rocket snarled, waving the bomb at him. “You didn’t tell me you supposed ‘good guys’ used Halfworld soldiers here.”

“Because we didn’t!” Peter said, gesturing placatingly. “I swear, I would have remembered if there were any super soldier raccoons in the ranks.”

“Right, because they were probably all cannon fodder who died defending this dump from the lizards,” Rocket roared. He stalked into the room and scrambled up onto the nearest table, unloading a frightening number of explosive devices from his pack. Though the medical instruments and machinery that were the tools of Rak-Mar’s vile trade were all long gone, the evidence of his works lingered nonetheless. The lab was one long room whose back wall was lined with a series of cages and sealed cylinders large enough to house a Drax-sized humanoid. Many of the holding cells were marred from both the inside and outside by deeply gouged claw marks, scoring and burns from energy blasts, and in at least one case, hinges that had been completely ripped off.

“I’m serious, Rocket. I had no idea Rak-Mar was ever here, or I never would have brought us here,” Peter said.

“Yes, you would have,” Rocket said with a scoff. “You just would have made sure I never found out. That’s the only reason I know you aren’t lying.”

With that, Rocket swept his practiced gaze over the room, no doubt looking for structural weak points. He picked up a particularly nasty looking bomb and made to leap onto a support pillar… only to be caught up in a tangle of thin, twining branches.

“Let… me… GO!” Rocket shouted, thrashing in Groot’s gentle but solid grip.

“I am Groot,” Groot said softly.

“I don’t care! It could be fifteen hundred years ago and I would still want to blow this place to dust and leave a giant turd on its ashes!”

Rocket struggled for another few ticks, then resorted to biting.

“I am Groot,” Groot insisted. “I am Groot. I… am Grooooot.”

By the end, Groot’s words—such as they were—had grown so soft Peter could barely hear them. Whatever he said, though, finally seemed to have an effect.

“Fine,” Rocket said, looking away. “Whatever.”

At that, Groot lowered Rocket back onto the table next to his laid-out explosives and released him. The spindly new growth retracted back into Groot’s arm until all that was left was his usual hand, which he laid gently atop Rocket’s head. Rocket’s shoulders rose and fell as he sighed, then he began collecting his explosives with his back to the rest of them.

“Rak-Mar himself was never here. He never left Halfworld. Liked to tinker with us himself,” Rocket said, his voice rough. “These poor bastards were sent out here for field testing. Guess the test failed.”

Gamora dragged her fingers gently over the bars of a cage, a pained look on her face.

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