#savage thinks about how stupid both groups are when a whole ass planet is there

[darthofe]

His eyes turn to the makeshift kitchen, though given luxuries such as their own tent. There really wasn't much of a luxury when most of Mandolore is exiled to their own moon.

Did those below, really hate these mandolorians? that they would exile them to a different planet entirely? What was the point. The planet is half dead, they live in domes. What was the point... of all this?

He cannot understand, how some group who live with pacifism could win.

"I need to make something, easy on the stomach. that is the requirement I need, but I am ...unfamiliar with your food."

Darius considered the other's question and gave a nod. "I've learned a bit," he answered positively and then paused to look at the ingredients in use. "But it depends on what meal your cooking. What are you cooking?"

Although he'd been born on the core world, Esverr, Darius had his mother's skill of quick learning. First thing he learned was when it came to making your living on another planet that food, music, and commerce were the first things to learn when planet side. Turns out those lessons were right.

[the-cowgirl-bookworm]

Drunken Road Trips and Family Bonding

Chapter 2

There's Stranger in My Bed, There's a Pounding In My Head

When Rocket came back to the bar the next morning, a still sleepy Groot tucked into his vest, he found the Ravager horde in various states of unconsciousness. Kraglin seemed to be part of a spooning line, all the crews piling together. Drax was blinking blearily at Nova Prime, who was still at the table, surrounded by passed out Ravagers. A small pyramid of shot glasses had grown in front of her, a few shattering as Drax lifted himself off the ground. It took him a few tries to get his voice to work, and even then it still sounded like he'd been sucking on the Milano's exhaust fumes. "That should have killed you."

Irani glanced at the pile of empty glasses. "That was a regular weekend night for me. Well, twenty years ago, but you don't quite forget how to handle yourself."

"You're something else, lady." Rocket rolled his eyes, climbing up the table leg.

Groot turned over, saw his flowers still in Nova Prime's hair and immediately tried to disentangle himself to get at them. "I am Groot."

"No, you can't go finish braiding her hair."

"I am Groot."

"I don't care that it was only half done."

His little eyes started to water. "I am Groot."

"No, I am not being an asshole! You don't need to!"

Their argument was interrupted as Nova Prime reached over, gently placing Groot on her shoulders where he proceeded to begin sprouting more flowers. "I'd worry less about him and more about where the rest of your team is."

"Well Drax is here, hungover as shit. Mantis I made stay in the rooms, poor girl doesn't need her first night out to be around this bunch of drunken savages." He looked around. I think I saw Nebula passed out on the roof of someplace, last I heard of Gamora she was swinging from a chandelier."

There was a sudden movement as part of the spooning line shot straight up. Kraglin whipped his head around. "Cap'n?"

He then proceeded to vomit, just, everywhere.

The spooning line promptly kicked Kraglin out, shifting to get away from his mess. He dragged himself over to their little group, only vomiting twice on the way over. He sat on the floor, a glazed look on his face. "Cap'n? Quill?"

"Ain't seen 'em." Rocket replied, looking out over the crowd. No massive red fin, no red hair. "Shit, where'd they go?"

"You check any other bars?" Kraglin tipped his head back, eyes sliding shut as he tried to block out the morning sun that seemed to be set to supernova.

"Nah, last place I remember seeing them was here." Rocket look at the door, which seemed to be getting farther away. Damn, guess he was more hungover than he thought. "They can take care of themselves. Quill's a big boy now. Plus, he's got his daddy with him." He chuckled, turning around. "His daddy, right?"

Kraglin had fallen back asleep, Drax had smashed the table and various glasses when he fell over, and Nova Prime was currently cradling a sleeping Groot. She smiled at him. "Once you've recovered, probably in a few weeks, I'll have the Nova Corps send you their last heading."

Rocket nodded, feeling himself slipping away.

The last thing he saw was Nova Prime's hair, which to be fair, looked absolutely stunning with all those flowers braided in.

This wasn't the first time Yondu has woken up not in his bed, not sure what system he was in, and not sure what had happened last night. He groaned, rolling over slightly. Some blue and green fucking planet outside, like he gave a shit. He looked up at the maze of pipes and wires on the ceiling, and his head was already beginning to pound. There were pills in his cabin, that was what he needed. It took a bit of maneuvering, and more than a little cursing, but he finally made it to the cabin door. All he had to do was swipe his thumb over a pad and it opened, revealing Quill splayed out all over his bed.

Now, this was not the first time he'd found the boy in his bed. Kid had nightmares something terrible when they'd first picked him up. May have had something to do with threatening to eat him every time he made a stupid mistake, but the kid had to know Yondu was joking about all that, right? First Quill'd tried sleeping in Kraglin's bed, but the Xandarian had kicked him out quick. Ravagers weren't the cuddly type as a rule, so the kid tried keeping to his bunk.

Then he'd fallen over in the mess line one morning, passed out.

Yondu had drug his ass back to his cabin, put him in his bed, and gone on with the rest of his day. When he'd come back, the little Terran had been sitting up, a blanket acting like a cloak over his head. Those watery eyes, his voice had been all wobbly. "Are you gonna kick me out? I'm sorry I can't sleep, I used to crawl in with my Mom, back before she got sick. I was just trying to sleep." Kid didn't make much sense, even when he wasn't bone tired.

Yondu smiled, remembering how he had pinched his nose and rolled his eyes. "One night." He'd said. "One night, and no snuggling shit." He got down on his knees in front of the kid, showing off his yaka arrow. "And you tell anyone, I'll gut you so fast you won't even feel it."

Of course, come morning the boy had slept the whole night through, and Yondu had wrapped his arms around him.

It had happened on and off over the years, the boy just needing to feel like he wasn't alone on the ship. Wasn't like they didn't have any other humans, but they'd all been born out here. Quill still missed Terra, missed his family, friends, fucking pets and shit. That faded as he got older, until Quill watched one of his friends get shot down right in front of him after a raid gone wrong. Boy was only seventeen, and he'd already seen too many people die.

Yondu'd held him through the night, telling him how the galaxy ain't fair, it ain't gonna give you shit, you gotta take it and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Quill had blubbered. "But he was my friend."

He grabbed his ears at that, pressing his forehead to the younger man's. "You think I ain't lost friends out there?" He had swiped his hand out at the black space beyond. "You see me cryin'?"

That had apparently been the wrong thing to say, because the crying had only gotten worse. Yondu had eventually had to grab Quill's Walkman, shoving the headphones over the kids ears. Norman Greenbaum's "Spirit in the Sky" could be heard leaking out. Yondu hadn't said anything after that, merely wrapping an arm around him until Quill came to his own conclusion about the mysteries of life and death. Eventually they'd both fallen asleep, Yondu curled around the boy come morning. Shaking these memories away, Yondu walked over to the bed. Part of him wanted to push the boy out of bed, and a smaller part wanted to cover him in the kicked off blanket.

He compromised, pulling the blanket over the kid before pulling Quill's eyelid open. "You got five minutes to get your ass outta my bed."