06-26-2018, 03:52 PM
“Aaaaaaauw” The distorted, nasal voice of Peter exclaimed. “What kind of place is this?! Can't a guy compliment their chef around here?” The continuous rubbing of his nose made the impact appear much worse than it actually was. Afterall, sympathy points are still points. Quill dragged himself out of the booth whilst pinching his nostrils. As he walked past the violent chef, the space cowboy made a failed attempt at an inconspicuous wink. Almost forcing the slugger to sigh even louder than before.
Using the reflection of the trooper’s helmet, Peter looked to verify whether or not his nose was still straight. “You could've broken it, y’know?” He continued, ignoring the alarming presence of Stormtroopers that seemed to be expanding — several other white armored soldiers gathered around to see what the commotion was all about. “Next time use your words instead of your fist, lady.”
The before, laid back Remy, began altering his pose to an upright position. The gathering of little white sentinels made the mutant’s skin crawl. “Erm, Peter?” He carefully uttered while his eyes shifted from soldier to soldier.
“Sir, sit back down.” The distorted voice behind the white helmet spoke, creating even more tension than already lingering in the room.
“Relax buddy, everything is cool. Just a couple of guys enjoying one of your fine city’s meals, from one of your most exquisite chefs.” Peter’s laid back attitude did not help in the slightest. The already crowded establishment appeared to shrink with every passing second. Quill’s eyes shot to the right when one of the snowflakes drew their weapon at Gambit.
“Wooaah!!” The guardian intervened with both his hands raised high and his most innocent of faces produced.
“Se détendre, my friend. Nothing to be alarmed about.” The aloof cardmaster revealed a deck from his overcoat. “Tis but a deck of harmless playing cards, nothing to be afraid of.” Turning the sealed package around for all to see. With this gesture, it would take away at least a smidge of distrust with the troopers.
“Dammit man, again with those things? Put it away before anyone gets shot!” Star-Lord anger-whispered with a sardonic expression on his face.
Gambit didn’t seem to mind Quill’s little outburst — unwrapping the plastic covering the stack of illustrations and taking his time with it. Both corners of Remy’s mouth moved somewhat upwards when he noticed Peter’s eyes widen.
“Sir, we are going to ask you to come with us.” The front-trooper laid his hand on Quill’s shoulder. “You two are coming with us as well.” Pointing towards both Eleanor and Gambit the trooper made his intentions clear; they were all to be interrogated. The young chef’s eyes widened as her hands started to shake. The duo of troublesome men’s eyes connected for a split second, it was all they needed to get their true intentions aligned.
Peter turned towards the imperial puppet that rested his hand on Quill’s shoulder. “Look, buddy, there is no need for all of this. Just a couple of tourist checking out the local cuisine.” The hotshot wrapped his own arm around the guard’s neck. “Nothing but friends here, am I right?” Underneath his limb, he could sense the trooper getting ready to move. Before anything Star-Lord sends his fist in an uppercut motion, socketing the soldier underneath his protective helmet.
This was clearly Remy’s que, releasing his stack of cards into the air, creating a haze of dwarreling cards before sliding across the table grabbing Eleanor’s hand, “Let’s go, Cheri. Where is the back door?” The chef did not respond, like a foreboding shadow a blank expression covered her face.”CHERI!” Gambit shook the body of the woman out of her trance. “ Where is the back door?!”
“Follow me.” She finally responded. Whether the words were laced with fear or simple anger was not clear.
“Let’s go Star-Man!” The mutant shouted as he followed the surprisingly agile chef into the kitchen.
“It’s Star-Lord you bastard!” Peter shouted as he punched one more trooper before diving for cover behind the counter. Blaster shots were lighting the place up as Quill crawled on all four heading for the kitchen. “Shit, shit, shit, why does this shit always happen to me. I just wanted a bite to eat.” With his tail between his leg, he came crawling in the kitchen, meeting Remy’s wide grin. “Not a word!” Peter shouted getting up.
“Halt!” The first trooper warned them as he entered the kitchen, blaster drawn. Peter’s reflexes kicked in, drawing his own iconic weapon. A single shot from the lower barrel sends a spherical device flying to its target. A crispering noise was heard when the soldier became a “shocked-trooper” and dropped to the ground shaking uncontrollably. Crisis averted, for now.
“Where to now, Princes?” El’s intense glare, responding at the overused verbal compliments, were like red flags in a minefield. Without replying to any of the men’s bullshit she continued her way through the kitchen until finally reaching the back door, leading to the back-alley. The commotion was on their tail, the sound of blaster shots never wavered. Without a second thought, Peter rushed through the door, finding himself in a filthy, rat-infested narrow pathway.
“Ah shit, it smells horrible here. You lot collect corpses here?”
“Stop your whining, it’s your fault we are being chased! I had a good thing going before you came in and messed it up!”
“You lovebirds can settle this later, we need to get out of here, maintenant!”
The marching feet of troopers came awfully close, it wasn’t long before they made their way through the kitchen. With Eleanor taking the lead the now fresh-fugitives created some distance between themselves and the backdoor, which now started to produce Stormtroopers. There was nowhere to hide. Sheer desperation forced Quill to release a salvo through the narrow passageway, providing whatever cover he could.
“Move aside.” Headstrong words combined with a forceful yet suggestive shove placed Gambit in front of the Guardian. The ace of space between his fingers.
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
An amethyst layer of energy coated the entire card, lighting up the area. Peter’s eyes widened, “Okay, keep doing it, keep doing it!”
With a single fluent horizontal arm movement, the mutant sends his projectile soaring through the air. Hitting the wall overhead of the stormtroopers it caused the ace to explode, sending the debris and rubble down on the squad. It was enough to cover their retreat, for now.
“Those things explode?! Why didn't you say something earlier?” Peter questioned as they advanced in the opposite direction of the imperial troops. No response came from Frenchie. The end of the Alley led to one of the main streets of this tier. When standing on the middle of the open street Quill glanced at Eleanor, “Where to?!”
Using the reflection of the trooper’s helmet, Peter looked to verify whether or not his nose was still straight. “You could've broken it, y’know?” He continued, ignoring the alarming presence of Stormtroopers that seemed to be expanding — several other white armored soldiers gathered around to see what the commotion was all about. “Next time use your words instead of your fist, lady.”
The before, laid back Remy, began altering his pose to an upright position. The gathering of little white sentinels made the mutant’s skin crawl. “Erm, Peter?” He carefully uttered while his eyes shifted from soldier to soldier.
“Sir, sit back down.” The distorted voice behind the white helmet spoke, creating even more tension than already lingering in the room.
“Relax buddy, everything is cool. Just a couple of guys enjoying one of your fine city’s meals, from one of your most exquisite chefs.” Peter’s laid back attitude did not help in the slightest. The already crowded establishment appeared to shrink with every passing second. Quill’s eyes shot to the right when one of the snowflakes drew their weapon at Gambit.
“Wooaah!!” The guardian intervened with both his hands raised high and his most innocent of faces produced.
“Se détendre, my friend. Nothing to be alarmed about.” The aloof cardmaster revealed a deck from his overcoat. “Tis but a deck of harmless playing cards, nothing to be afraid of.” Turning the sealed package around for all to see. With this gesture, it would take away at least a smidge of distrust with the troopers.
“Dammit man, again with those things? Put it away before anyone gets shot!” Star-Lord anger-whispered with a sardonic expression on his face.
Gambit didn’t seem to mind Quill’s little outburst — unwrapping the plastic covering the stack of illustrations and taking his time with it. Both corners of Remy’s mouth moved somewhat upwards when he noticed Peter’s eyes widen.
“Sir, we are going to ask you to come with us.” The front-trooper laid his hand on Quill’s shoulder. “You two are coming with us as well.” Pointing towards both Eleanor and Gambit the trooper made his intentions clear; they were all to be interrogated. The young chef’s eyes widened as her hands started to shake. The duo of troublesome men’s eyes connected for a split second, it was all they needed to get their true intentions aligned.
Peter turned towards the imperial puppet that rested his hand on Quill’s shoulder. “Look, buddy, there is no need for all of this. Just a couple of tourist checking out the local cuisine.” The hotshot wrapped his own arm around the guard’s neck. “Nothing but friends here, am I right?” Underneath his limb, he could sense the trooper getting ready to move. Before anything Star-Lord sends his fist in an uppercut motion, socketing the soldier underneath his protective helmet.
This was clearly Remy’s que, releasing his stack of cards into the air, creating a haze of dwarreling cards before sliding across the table grabbing Eleanor’s hand, “Let’s go, Cheri. Where is the back door?” The chef did not respond, like a foreboding shadow a blank expression covered her face.”CHERI!” Gambit shook the body of the woman out of her trance. “ Where is the back door?!”
“Follow me.” She finally responded. Whether the words were laced with fear or simple anger was not clear.
“Let’s go Star-Man!” The mutant shouted as he followed the surprisingly agile chef into the kitchen.
“It’s Star-Lord you bastard!” Peter shouted as he punched one more trooper before diving for cover behind the counter. Blaster shots were lighting the place up as Quill crawled on all four heading for the kitchen. “Shit, shit, shit, why does this shit always happen to me. I just wanted a bite to eat.” With his tail between his leg, he came crawling in the kitchen, meeting Remy’s wide grin. “Not a word!” Peter shouted getting up.
“Halt!” The first trooper warned them as he entered the kitchen, blaster drawn. Peter’s reflexes kicked in, drawing his own iconic weapon. A single shot from the lower barrel sends a spherical device flying to its target. A crispering noise was heard when the soldier became a “shocked-trooper” and dropped to the ground shaking uncontrollably. Crisis averted, for now.
“Where to now, Princes?” El’s intense glare, responding at the overused verbal compliments, were like red flags in a minefield. Without replying to any of the men’s bullshit she continued her way through the kitchen until finally reaching the back door, leading to the back-alley. The commotion was on their tail, the sound of blaster shots never wavered. Without a second thought, Peter rushed through the door, finding himself in a filthy, rat-infested narrow pathway.
“Ah shit, it smells horrible here. You lot collect corpses here?”
“Stop your whining, it’s your fault we are being chased! I had a good thing going before you came in and messed it up!”
“You lovebirds can settle this later, we need to get out of here, maintenant!”
The marching feet of troopers came awfully close, it wasn’t long before they made their way through the kitchen. With Eleanor taking the lead the now fresh-fugitives created some distance between themselves and the backdoor, which now started to produce Stormtroopers. There was nowhere to hide. Sheer desperation forced Quill to release a salvo through the narrow passageway, providing whatever cover he could.
“Move aside.” Headstrong words combined with a forceful yet suggestive shove placed Gambit in front of the Guardian. The ace of space between his fingers.
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
An amethyst layer of energy coated the entire card, lighting up the area. Peter’s eyes widened, “Okay, keep doing it, keep doing it!”
With a single fluent horizontal arm movement, the mutant sends his projectile soaring through the air. Hitting the wall overhead of the stormtroopers it caused the ace to explode, sending the debris and rubble down on the squad. It was enough to cover their retreat, for now.
“Those things explode?! Why didn't you say something earlier?” Peter questioned as they advanced in the opposite direction of the imperial troops. No response came from Frenchie. The end of the Alley led to one of the main streets of this tier. When standing on the middle of the open street Quill glanced at Eleanor, “Where to?!”