Guardians of the Galaxy Page #2

What more do you want?

At least a statement from the Kree Empire

saying that they condemn his actions.

He is slaughtering children.

Families.

That is your business. Now,

I have other matters to attend to.

Prick.

Well, some good news.

It looks like we've apprehended

one of Ronan's compatriots.

Gamora. Surgically modified and

trained as a living weapon.

The adopted daughter of

the Mad Titan, Thanos.

Recently, Thanos lent her and

her sister Nebula out to Ronan,

which leads us to believe that Thanos

and Ronan are working together.

Subject 89P13. Calls itself "Rocket."

The result of illegal genetic

and cybernetic experiments

on a lower life form.

What the hell?

They call it "Groot."

A humanoid plant that's

been travelling recently

as 89P13's personal

houseplantlmuscle.

Peter Jason Quill, from Terra.

Raised from youth by a band of

mercenaries called the Ravagers,

led by Yondu Udonta.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know how this machine worked.

What a bunch of a-holes.

Transport all four to the Kyln.

I guess most of Nova Corps

wanna uphold the laws,

but these ones here,

they're corrupt and cruel.

But, hey, that's not my problem.

I ain't gonna be here long.

I've escaped 22 prisons.

This one's no different.

You're lucky the broad showed up,

because otherwise, me and Groot

would be collecting

that bounty right now,

and you'd be getting drawn and

quartered by Yondu and those Ravagers.

I've had a lot of folks try

to kill me over the years.

I ain't about to be brought down

by a tree and a talking raccoon.

Hold.

- What's a raccoon?

- "What's a raccoon?"

It's what you are, stupid.

Ain't no thing like me, except me.

So, this Orb has a real

shiny blue suitcase,

Ark of the Covenant,

Maltese Falcon sort of vibe.

- What is it?

- I am Groot.

So what? What's the Orb?

I have no words for an honorless thief.

Pretty high and mighty coming from

the lackey of a genocidal maniac.

Yeah, I know who you are.

- Anyone who's anyone knows who you are.

- Yeah, we know who you are.

- Who is she?

- I am Groot.

Yeah, you said that.

I wasn't retrieving the Orb

for Ronan. I was betraying him.

I had an agreement to

sell it to a third party.

I am Groot.

Well, that's just as fascinating as

the first 89 times you told me that.

What is wrong with Giving Tree, here?

Well, he don't know talking

good like me and you.

So his vocabulistics is limited

to "I" and "am" and "Groot."

Exclusively in that order.

I tell you what, that's gonna

wear real thin, real fast.

Hey. Put that away.

Hey!

Listen to me, you big blue bastard.

Take those headphones off.

That's mine. Those belong to impound.

That tape and that player is mine!

Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede, 1973.

That song belongs to me!

- You first! You first!

- Murderer!

Coming for you first, Gamora!

You're dead!

You're scum! You're scum!

It's like I said,

she's got a rep.

A lot of prisoners here

have lost their families

to Ronan and his goons.

She'll last a day, tops.

Murderer!

The guards will protect her, right?

They're here to stop us from getting out.

They don't care what we

do to each other inside.

Whatever nightmares the future holds,

are dreams compared

to what's behind me.

Check out the new meat.

I'm gonna slather you

up in Gunavian jelly,

and go to town...

Let's make something clear.

This one here is our booty!

You wanna get to him,

you go through us!

Or, more accurately,

we go through you.

I'm with them.

I hate you.

No cell's gonna protect you for long.

You're dead!

Dead!

Take her down to the showers.

It'll be easier to clean

up the blood down there.

Quill, where you going?

Quill.

Quill!

Gamora, consider this a death sentence

for your crimes against the galaxy.

You dare?

You know who I am, yes?

You're Drax.

The Destroyer.

Quill!

And you know why they call me this.

You slayed dozens of Ronan's minions.

Ronan murdered my wife, Ovette,

and my daughter, Camaria.

He slaughtered them where they stood.

And he laughed!

Quill?

Her life

is not yours to take.

He killed my family.

I shall kill one of his in return.

Of course, Drax. Here, I...

Quill! What are you doing?

I'm no family to Ronan or Thanos.

I'm your only hope at stopping him.

Woman, your words mean nothing to me!

- Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey!

- Crap.

You know, if killing Ronan

is truly your sole purpose,

I don't think this is the

best way to go about it.

Are you not the man this

wench attempted to kill?

Well, I mean, she's hardly the first

woman to try and do that to me.

Look, this is from a

smoking-hot Rajak girl.

Stabbed me with a fork. Didn't like

me skipping out on her at sunrise.

I got, right here, a Kree girl

tried to rip out my thorax.

She caught me with this skinny little

A'askavariian who worked in Nova Records.

I was trying to get information.

You ever see an A'askavariian?

They have tentacles,

and needles for teeth.

If you think I'm seriously

interested in that, then...

You don't care. But here's the point.

She betrayed Ronan.

He's coming back for her.

And when he does,

that's when you...

Why would I put my

finger on his throat?

What?

No, it's a symbol.

This is a symbol for

you slicing his throat.

I would not slice his throat.

I would cut his head clean off.

It's a general expression

for you killing somebody.

You've heard of this.

You've seen this, right?

- You know what that is.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Everyone knows.

- No, no.

What I'm saying is,

you want to keep her alive.

Don't do his work for him.

I like your knife. I'm keeping it.

- That was my favorite knife.

- Listen!

I could care less whether

you live or whether you die.

- Then why stop the big guy?

- Simple.

You know where to sell my Orb.

How are we gonna sell it

when we and it are still here?

My friend Rocket, here,

has escaped 22 prisons.

We're getting out.

And then we're headed straight

to Yondu to retrieve your bounty.

How much was your buyer

willing to pay you for my Orb?

Four billion units.

- What?

- Holy sh*t.

That Orb is my opportunity to

get away from Thanos and Ronan.

If you free us,

I'll lead you to the buyer directly and I'll

split the profit between the three of us.

I am Groot.

Four of us.

Asleep for the danger, awake for

the money, as per frickin' usual.

You have been betrayed, Ronan.

We know only that

she has been captured.

Gamora may yet recover the Orb.

No! Our sources within the Kyln say

Gamora has her own plans for the Orb.

Look, your partnership with Thanos

is at risk.

Thanos requires your presence. Now!

With all due respect, Thanos,

your daughter made this mess,

and yet you summon me.

I would lower my voice, Accuser.

First, she lost a battle

with some primitive.

Thanos put Gamora under your charge.

Then she was apprehended

by the Nova Corps.

You are the one here with

nothing to show for it.

Your sources say that she meant

to betray us the whole time!

Lower your tone!

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