Guardians of the Galaxy Page #6

- It's barely a concept.

- You're taking their side?

- I am Groot.

So what, it's better than 11%? What the

hell does that have to do with anything?

Thank you, Groot. Thank you.

See? Groot's the only one

of you who has a clue.

Guys.

Come on.

Yondu is gonna be here in two seconds.

He expects to hear this big plan of ours.

I need your help.

I look around at us.

You know what I see?

Losers.

I mean, like,

folks who have lost stuff.

And we have. Man, we have. All of us.

Our homes,

our families,

normal lives.

And, usually, life takes more

than it gives. But not today.

Today, it's given us something.

It has given us a chance.

To do what?

To give a sh*t.

For once.

Not run away.

I, for one, am not gonna

stand by and watch

as Ronan wipes out

billions of innocent lives.

But, Quill, stopping Ronan,

it's impossible.

You're asking us to die.

Yeah, I guess I am.

Quill.

I have lived most my life

surrounded by my enemies.

I will be grateful to

die among my friends.

You are an honorable man, Quill.

I will fight beside you.

And in the end,

I will see my wife and daughter again.

I am Groot.

What the hell. I don't got

that long a lifespan, anyway.

Now I'm standing. Y'all happy?

We're all standing up now.

Bunch of jackasses,

standing in a circle.

The Stone reacts to anything organic.

The bigger the target,

the bigger the power surge.

All Ronan's got to do is touch the

Stone to the planet's surface and zap.

All plants, animals,

- Nova Corps.

- Everything will die.

So Ronan does not make the surface.

Rocket will lead a team to blow a hole

in the Dark Aster's starboard hull.

Then, our craft and Yondu's will enter.

Won't there be hundreds of

Sakaaran soldiers inside?

I think of Sakaaran as paper people.

Once they know we're on board,

Ronan will isolate himself behind

impenetrable security doors on deck.

Which I can disable by

dismantling the power source.

We'll make it to the flight deck,

and I'll use the Hadron

Enforcer to kill Ronan.

Once Ronan is dead,

we will retrieve the Stone.

Use these devices to contain it.

If you touch it,

it will kill you.

I'll contact one of the Nova

officers who arrested us.

Hopefully, they'll believe

we're there to help.

There's one more thing we

need to complete the plan.

That guy's eye.

No! No, we don't. No, we don't need

that guy's eye.

No, seriously, I need it!

It's important to me.

Ronan's fleet has been spotted,

and will arrive in T-minus

fifteen minutes.

Remember, boy.

At the end of all this,

I get the Stone.

You cross me, we kill you all.

Let's go get 'em, boys!

This is a terrible plan.

Hey, you're the one who said

you wanted to die among friends.

Nova Prime.

I received a transmission

from one of the Ravagers.

He says Ronan's in possession of

something called an Infinity Stone

and he's headed toward Xandar.

Good God.

It's a trick. He's a criminal.

Did he say why we should believe him?

He said his crew just

escaped from prison

so he'd have no other reason to

risk coming to Xandar to help.

He says that he's an

"a-hole."

But he's not,

and I'm quoting him, here,

"100% a dick."

Do you believe him?

I don't know that I believe

anyone is 100% a dick, ma'am.

I mean, do you believe

that he is here to help?

Yeah.

A fleet approaches.

They appear to be Ravagers.

Fire!

Cover it down.

Submerge!

Rocket, hurry!

All pilots, dive!

They're beneath us!

Evacuate the city.

Our priority is to get our

people away from the battle.

Forward thrust, now!

Come on!

Quill! Yondu! Now!

Hell!

I'm going down, Quill!

No more games with me, boy!

I'll see you

at the end of this!

There are too many of them, Rocket!

We'll never make it up there!

Peter Quill.

This is Denarian Saal

of the Nova Corps.

For the record, I advised

against trusting you here.

They got my "dick" message!

Prove me wrong.

Yes!

Yes!

We're just like Kevin Bacon.

The starboard kern has been breached!

We have been boarded.

Continue our approach.

But the Nova Corps have engaged.

None of that will matter

once we reach the surface.

Seal security doors!

Now!

Get out of my way!

Oh, man.

All Nova pilots,

interlock and form a blockade.

The Dark Aster must

not reach the ground.

Locked in!

Locked in.

We're locked in.

I can barely see.

When did you learn to do that?

Pretty sure the answer is

"I am Groot."

The flight deck is 300 meters this way.

I want you all to know that I am grateful

for your acceptance after my blunders.

It is pleasing to once again have

friends.

You, Quill, are my friend.

Thanks.

This dumb tree, he is my friend.

- And this green whore, she, too...

- You must stop!

Gamora, look at what you have done.

You have always been weak.

You stupid, traitorous...

Nobody talks to my friends like that.

Head to the flight deck. I'll shut

down the power to the security doors.

Yondu Udonta.

Order your men to turn

on the Nova Corps.

Enough nonsense, Ravager!

Time to die...

Nebula, please.

Enough of this. Necrocraft pilots,

enact immolation initiative.

They're dive-bombing the city!

Denarian Saal,

should we break formation?

No! Hold your positions.

Keep Ronan up there, Saal.

We'll take care of the

people down here.

I can't believe I'm taking

orders from a hamster.

Star-Lord.

Finally.

You thief!

You will never make it to Ronan.

Everybody shoot them

before they hit the ground.

Come on!

Finger to the throat means death.

Metaphor.

Yeah, sorta.

No.

Xandar!

You stand accused.

Your wretched peace treaty will not

save you now.

It is the tinder on which you burn.

Rocket!

Hold on, Saal, just...

Quill, you gotta hurry.

The city's been evacuated,

but we're getting our

asses kicked down here.

Gamora hasn't opened the door!

Nebula!

Sister, help us fight Ronan.

You know he's crazy.

I know you're both crazy.

No!

What the?

Get out!

You did it!

I was mistaken.

I do remember your family.

Their screams were

pitiful. I...

No, Groot!

You can't.

You'll die.

Why are you doing this?

Why?

We

are

Groot.

I called him an idiot.

You killed Groot!

Behold!

Your guardians of the galaxy.

What fruit have they wrought?

Only that my father and his father

shall finally know vengeance.

People of Xandar,

the time has come

to rejoice and renounce

your paltry gods!

Your salvation is at hand.

Listen to these words.

Now bring it down hard!

What are you doing?

Dance-off, bro. Me and you.

Gamora.

Subtle. Take it back.

What are you doing?

I'm distracting you,

you big turd blossom.

No!

Peter! Take my hand!

Take my hand, Peter.

Mom.

Take my hand!

You're mortal!

How?

You said it yourself, b*tch.

We're the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Well, well, well.

Quite the light show.

Ain't this sweet.

But you got some business to attend to

before all the nookie-nookie starts.

Peter, you can't. Peter.

You gotta reconsider this, Yondu.

I don't know who you're selling this to,

but the only way the universe can survive

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