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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME
You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...
You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.
You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.
Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.
With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.
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So he bites it back, nodding. ]
Yeah, see? That's the spirit. Grow into the Greek goddess you were always meant to be.
[ ... okay, maybe he's still kind of poking the sleeping dragon, but still. She sort of gets him back, anyway, because his expression falters at her question. ]
Oh, uh. No. [ He shifts his weight from one leg to another. ] The name was given to me a long time ago.
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Was it given to you by your parents?
[It would be odd to name your child Peter and then call him Star-Lord later on in life but she's not judging. Her father figure was a piece of work.]
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[ He says it dismissively, as if that could end the conversation. For one, it's not a bit of information he likes to share; it's something he keeps private, close to his heart, because it reminds him of being a dumb kid and looking up at the night sky and picking out constellations. For another, "My mom gave it to me" doesn't quite lend itself to the level of gravitas Peter's looking for, here.
Keeping the light trained on her and the area she's still working on, Peter glances around the fuselage. ]
We done looting the recently deceased, or--?
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[Maybe that's not the way it happened exactly but it doesn't really matter when she wants to be sassy and smirk up at him as she brushes past him on her way out.]
There's sign of possible civilization up ahead. It would likely be in our best interest to head that way.
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Dryly, ] You think so? I mean, I kind of like the idea of hanging around this sparking metal death trap.
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The use of humor as a defense mechanism suits you, Peter Quill.
[There's soft laughter as she hurries on up ahead, trying to judge the safest path through the trees from a distance. ]
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Then his brain seems to catch up with the moment, and he huffs out a breath in exasperation, hurrying after her. No telling what was in this forest, and he's sure he'd feel, like, 75% guilty if she got eaten by some giant velociraptor out here. ]
It is not a defense mechanism. [ it's what he settles on when he falls into step beside her. ] I'm just-- naturally hilarious.
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Of course you're naturally hilarious. You've made me laugh several times. But that doesn't change my assertion.
[He's easy to tease and a good sport. Mostly. She likes him.]