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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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Even with the delayed awakening, Groot knows something is wrong. This isn't the Black Aster, and it's certainly not the Black Aster after Rocket had crashed a ship into it. He couldn't feel the heat of the flaming wreckage or the whole place plummeting out of the sky.
A tremor runs through him. He can't feel his friends.
But the edge of a flashlight catches his face and he blinks. That voice... ]
I am Groot...?
[ Had they made it? ]
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How do you miss a guy as big as that?
Peter freezes for half of a second when he spots Groot -- maybe he'd hit his head on reentry, and his mind was playing tricks on him? But the half-second comes and goes, and Groot doesn't disappear.
Which is a goddamn relief, because that means he doesn't have to deal with this bullshit on his own. And it's also a good thing, because the second half of that second sees him dashing toward Groot. ]
Hey, big guy, take it easy.
[ He stands in front of him, crouching a little to check Groot for damage -- broken or missing limbs, cracked vines, whatever. Sure, he knows now that the guy can grow back practically everything, but Peter's gotta imagine that shit still hurts. ]
You alright, man?