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“No you idiot, you’re not dying today. We’ll get you to the medic in time.” He worried about getting him back with the blade sticking out of Peter but… he could bleed out of he removed it. Ikon would be able to fix him up if they got him there. That was the goal, get Peter to safety. “Alright- I’ll need you to keep pressure on this after ah remove the knife. Can ya do that Peter? Boy, ya listenin?”

Peter was kinda going in and out of consciousness with the pain and tried to keep his eyes open, “.. y-ya I hear ya um ya pressure .. on the wound ..” he slurred a bit .

Well that was the complete opposite of reassuring. He grunted a response and got hold of the knife, holding down Peter with his other hand. “Breathe out and…” He yanked, sliding the knife out of Peter to clamor to the floor as he grabbed Peter’s hand to push over the wound. Hopefully he’d be able to keep enough of that red blood inside his pink little self. He’d never live killing Peter down.

“Damn right it hurts ya idjit! That’s what you get for landing my favorite knife in yerself.” He sheathed said knife back into its hold as he tried to help Peter up. The best thing to do was get him somewhere safe or it wouldn’t matter what they did, they’d both die. And he didn’t have any plans on holding a funeral anytime soon.

“Still think it was the other way around..” Peter grunted in pain and leaned heavily against Yondu as they tried to make it back to the ship. “.. ugh when did it get so cold on this planet .” He whined as he started to shiver .

"Focus on stayin awake till the Doc can look at ya. That's yer only job Peter, you hear me?" The boy's real name slipped from him again as a small bit of worry took him over. He'd have to mask that by the time they got to med bay or he could kiss Quill and the Captain's chair goodbye. And he didn't feel like any smoochy smoochy today, certainty not to those two things. He half led, half dragged Peter toward the mship where they had landed, avoiding the dead bodies on the ground. The rest of the operation could go without them.

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Into the ocean

Yondu endured the bubble rings. They were harmless. Instead he stared down sternly at Peter. Small brat. “Faster than any minnow ain’t faster than a predator. And the reef is exactly where they hunt small littluns like you!” There was no way in the seven seas he was letting Peter free roam yet. Not when he still had to remind himself to look for Peter. “Do ya want breakfast now?”

Peter pouted for all of ten seconds before food was mention if there was one thing he loved he more then exploring it was eating, “yes! I’m super hungry .. ” he said and swam in little circles, he always seemed to have boundless energy in the mornings .

"All right then. Climb in. We're breachin surface then I'm catching food. Kraggles can catch up later when he decides not to sulk." He pulled open his pouch and waited for Peter to swim in. The boy was still quite small for his age.

Into the ocean

Yondu endured the bubble rings. They were harmless. Instead he stared down sternly at Peter. Small brat. “Faster than any minnow ain’t faster than a predator. And the reef is exactly where they hunt small littluns like you!” There was no way in the seven seas he was letting Peter free roam yet. Not when he still had to remind himself to look for Peter. "Do ya want breakfast now?"

Yondu’s eyes snapped open and his top fin flared. He shoved Kraglin out from their comfortable spot as he watched a little dolphin tail disappear. Dang it. “Boy!” Kraglin woke up to a spiky seahorse tail whipping past his face, further throwing him off. “Get back here!”

Yondu's eyes snapped open and his top fin flared. He shoved Kraglin out from their comfortable spot as he watched a little dolphin tail disappear. Dang it. "Boy!" Kraglin woke up to a spiky seahorse tail whipping past his face, further throwing him off. "Get back here!"

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Yondu chuckled. “Only if they get really hungry, but we usually keep everyone fed ‘nough. Provided they earn their keep of course. Like I told ya.” He turned down a hallway and went down a ladder, his boots thunking when they hit the floor. Down here there was less foot traffic. “Now hurry up before I think about eatin’ ya!” He called on up. It was easy to see him as Peter in a way. Despite that… he’d ship him off to a ship heading towards Terran soon as he got the chance. Pay them enough to make sure they’d get the job done. He didn’t need another kid running around as much fun as scaring one was.

Yondu took off down the hall, now searching for where Peter would be. The belly bottom was pretty big, so there were a couple of turns they'd have to go around and search through. "Now this here is the Eclector and until we make it to port in say... the next month or so yer gonna be a'workin on it. Quartermaster will set you up nice with a place soon enough and Pete 'll show ya the rest. Consider yerself his partner til further notice." He certainty looked terran enough to be a friend for the boy. Unlikely to go wrong with how friendly his boy was. He heard a certain Terran cursing and increased his stride to find Peter with a knocked over bucket. "It's yer lucky day Quill! Got you a friend. Play nice, he's stayin awhile. Sure you won't mind." His ragged tooth smile spoke of how that wouldn't be accepted anyways.

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He fought off her hand with a growl, clutching at his side and trying to stop navy blood from rushing out of him and staining his pants and the floor. He sat down tenderly on the side of the medical bed and stared down the nurse trying to help him. "Ah can sit down myself. Ain't that dead yet. Now get your tools to fix me." He eyed her suspiciously, like he was waiting for a knife to pop out or a gun to show face. So far so good.. he groaned and hunched over as his side sang in pain.

Echoing through the Eclector wherever that boy goes....

Yondu chuckled. "Only if they get really hungry, but we usually keep everyone fed 'nough. Provided they earn their keep of course. Like I told ya." He turned down a hallway and went down a ladder, his boots thunking when they hit the floor. Down here there was less foot traffic. "Now hurry up before I think about eatin' ya!" He called on up. It was easy to see him as Peter in a way. Despite that... he'd ship him off to a ship heading towards Terran soon as he got the chance. Pay them enough to make sure they'd get the job done. He didn't need another kid running around as much fun as scaring one was.