Perhaps I made a wrong turn?

[Peter Quill]

Quill agreed. The three were the most mismatched trio he had ever seen. Fawklin's knowledge of the galaxy was very limited and it made Quill wonder if maybe he was from a planet similar to his home world of Terra. He worried for the towering man. With his current equipment he wouldn't last long in even a bar fight, over a Kree girl who may or may not of been dating the buff Zehoberi on the planet of outlaws that is Knowhere, which reminded Quill. He still had a massive tab at the bar that he hadn't paid off yet. He made a quick mental note that if he ever got out of here to not visit Knowhere for a little while. Of course Quill had no doubt in the warriors abilities but he might need an upgrade from the Sword and Dagger he had now.

But then Fawklin made a comment about his fashion sense and Quill had to comment. "Hold up there Drag Queen. If any of us have the best fashion sense it is most definitely me. I mean come on man, look at your threads. They're clashing all over the damn place! And no offense dude but you're not exactly gonna go clubbing in those robes." He said directing the last part at Gherron. "Which means that I am the winner, like always." Satisfied that he had this one in the bag, he listened to the Jedi's story.

Swoop racing sounded like a fun time, a sport that Quill would enjoy. He didn't like to brag (lies) but he was a damn good pilot with his ship the Milano, back when he still had his ride. If he was going to miss anything from his world it would be that ship. Of course it was a pigsty, but it was home for Quill. Much more than the Ravegers ship had ever been. "Grounded huh?" Quill said with a chuckle "What are you 12?" Growing up with the Ravegers, Quill had been encouraged to do things most kids his age would get in trouble for if he had lived his life out on Terra. But there was always the sense of adventure in it.