Guardians of the Galaxy Page #3

I may be your...

I only ask that you take

this matter seriously.

The only matter I do not

take seriously, boy,

is you.

Your politics bore me.

Your demeanor is that of a pouty child.

And, apparently, you alienated

my favorite daughter, Gamora.

I shall honor our agreement, Kree,

if you bring me the Orb.

But return to me again empty-handed,

and I will bathe the

starways in your blood.

Thanks, Dad. Sounds fair.

This is one fight you won't win.

Let's head to the Kyln.

If we're gonna get out of here, we're

gonna need to get into that watchtower.

And to do that,

I'm gonna need a few things.

The guards wear security bands to

control their ins and outs. I need one.

Leave it to me.

That dude, there.

I need his prosthetic leg.

- His leg?

- Yeah.

God knows I don't need the rest of him.

Look at him, he's useless.

All right.

And finally, on the wall back there

is a black panel. Blinky yellow light.

- Do you see it?

- Yeah.

There's a quarnyx battery behind it.

Purplish box, green wires.

To get into that watchtower,

I definitely need it.

How are we supposed to do that?

Well, supposably,

these bald-bodies find you attractive.

So, maybe you can work

out some sort of trade.

You must be joking.

No, I really heard they

find you attractive.

Look, it's 20 feet up in the air,

and it's in the middle of the most

heavily-guarded part of the prison.

It's impossible to get up

there without being seen.

I got one plan, and that plan

requires a frickin' quarnyx battery,

so figure it out!

Can I get back to it? Thanks.

Now, this is important.

Once the battery is removed,

everything is gonna slam

into emergency mode.

Once we have it, we gotta move quickly,

so you definitely need to get that last.

Or we could just get

it first and improvise.

- I'll get the armband.

- Leg.

Prisoner, drop the device immediately

and retreat to your cell,

or we will open fire.

I am

Groot!

Fire!

All prisoners return to

your sleeping areas.

You idiot!

How am I supposed to fight

these things without my stuff?

The animal is in control.

Fire on my command!

Creepy little beast!

Oh, yeah.

You need my what?

- I'll need this.

- Good luck.

It's internally wired.

I'll figure something out.

Drop the leg!

Drop the leg and move

back to your cell!

Rocket!

Move to the watchtower!

You!

Man who has lain with an A'askavariian!

It was one time, man.

We need all available guards

in full combat gear...

Spare me your foul gaze, woman.

Why is this one here?

We promised him he could stay by

your side until he kills your boss.

I always keep my promises,

when they're to muscle-bound whack-jobs

who will kill me if I don't. Here you go.

I was just kidding about the leg.

I just need these two things.

- What?

- No, I thought it'd be funny.

Was it funny? Wait, what did

he look like hopping around?

I had to transfer him 30,000 units!

How are we going to leave?

Well, he's got a plan. Right?

Or is that another thing you made up?

I have a plan! I have a plan!

Cease your yammering and relieve

us from this irksome confinement.

Yeah, I'll have to agree with the

walking thesaurus on that one.

Do not ever call me a thesaurus.

It's just a metaphor, dude.

His people are completely literal.

Metaphors are gonna go over his head.

Nothing goes over my head.

My reflexes are too fast. I would catch it.

I'm gonna die surrounded by

the biggest idiots in the galaxy.

Those are some big guns.

On my command!

Number one!

- Rodent, we are ready for your plan.

- Hold on!

Number two!

I recognize this animal. We'd roast

them over a flame pit as children.

- Their flesh was quite delicious.

- Not helping!

Number three!

All fire on my command!

Three!

Two!

One!

He turned off the artificial gravity,

everywhere but in here.

I told you I had a plan.

That was a pretty good plan.

Yeah! There it is. Get my ship.

It's the Milano, the orange and

blue one over in the corner.

They crumpled my pants up into a ball.

That's rude! They folded yours.

The Orb's there. Let's go.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- What?

That bastard didn't put it back.

- Put what back?

- Here.

Get them to the ship. I will be right back.

- How are you gonna possibly...

- Just keep the Milano close by.

Go.

Go!

My neck!

Well, how's he gonna get to us?

He declined to share that

information with me.

Well, screw this, then!

I ain't waiting around for some humie with

a death wish. You got the Orb, right?

Yes.

If we don't leave now,

we will be blown to bits.

No!

We're not leaving without the Orb.

Behold.

This one shows spirit.

He shall make a keen ally in

the battle against Ronan.

Companion, what were you retrieving?

You're an imbecile.

Yo, Ranger Rick! What are you doing?

You can't take apart my

ship without asking me!

- See, what is this?

- Don't touch that!

It's a bomb.

- A bomb?

- Yup.

And you leave it lying around?

I was gonna put it in a box.

What's a box gonna do?

- How about this one?

- No! Hey!

- Leave it alone.

- Why? What is it?

- Shut up.

- Hey!

What is that?

That's for if things get really hardcore.

Or if you wanna blow up moons.

No one's blowing up moons.

You just wanna suck the

joy out of everything.

So, listen, I'm gonna need

your buyer's coordinates.

We're heading in the

right direction. For now.

If we're gonna work together,

you might try trusting me a little bit.

And how much do you trust me?

I'd trust you a lot more if

you told me what this was.

Because I'm guessing it's

some kind of weapon.

I don't know what it is.

If it's a weapon, we should

use it against Ronan.

Put it down, you fool.

You'll destroy us all.

Or just you, murderess!

I let you live once, princess!

- I am not a princess!

- Hey!

Nobody is killing anybody on my ship!

We're stuck together

until we get the money.

I have no interest in money.

Great.

That means more money

for the three of us.

For the four of us. Partners.

We have an agreement, but I would

never be partners with the likes of you.

I'll tell the buyer we're on our way.

And Quill, your ship is filthy.

She has no idea.

If I had a black light,

the place would look like a

Jackson Pollock painting.

You got issues, Quill.

I swear. I don't know where

they went! I swear.

If he knew where they were headed,

he would have already told us.

Yeah.

Ronan, the Nova Corps sent a

fleet to defend the prison.

Well, then, send Necrocraft to

every corner of the quadrant.

Find the Orb. Any means, any price.

- And this place?

- The Nova can't know what we're after.

Cleanse it!

Do you got any other cute

little buggers like this one?

I like to stick 'em all in a

row on my control console.

I can't tell if you're joking or not.

He's being fully serious.

In that case, I can show you...

But first, you gonna tell

me what this Orb is,

and why everybody cares

so damn much about it.

And then you gonna tell me,

who out there might wanna buy it.

Sir, the high-end community is a...

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