Star-Lord

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              Everything had been going according to plan until something or someone decided to intervene. She couldn’t account for all variables, some would just show up and try to ‘help’ after all but even so that didn’t stave off her annoyance by it. Being calculative would pay off if no one interfered after all but now she had to reformulate the current situation and how to go about not potentially getting the intruders killed. It didn’t seem like they were here to do anything but help them and that meant she couldn’t just unleash her ploy if they didn’t know to stay out of the strike zone. A disgruntled sigh, the Cnidari turned to the nearest soldier and perhaps it was her sudden rapid flaring of her bio-luminescence or perhaps the electrical arcs flitting from her teeth in her annoyance; but the guy didn’t seem to keen on doing anything but listening to her. “I cannot operate under these circumstances. We must get that ship out of the strike zone or they might be subjected to the toxin as well. What a pain in my anemone. Get me a direct line immediately.” 

Hiraeth was not feeling patient right now, the window for attack closing all too quickly which would cost more lives than she wanted. If it came down to it, she was the one who would sacrifice a stranger if it meant to save the formation from extreme losses. However, she didn’t want to do that and as annoying as it was, she did have a heart. As soon as the line had been established, she let that anger and annoyance show clearly as she practically hissed out her words in rattling anger. “I do not know who you are but you need to leave the zone immediately! You are in the way! As much as I appreciate the attempt to give aid, you are currently within our strike zone and impeding our attack. Unless you’d like to have your flesh break out in painful lesions and your lungs to slowly collapse, I suggest you move immediately because I will not risk the lives of those around me for yours! Break away from that enemy ship and either leave or join ranks if you’d like to keep yourself alive.” 

She slammed her hand over the board to cut the line. She’d said her piece, whether this person heeded her warning or not was up to them. “Prepare the assault, if they do not break away then that is on them. I have not spent months preparing this assault for some idiot to negate our biggest chance at wiping out this faction.” 

     They’d happened to be passing by, the Milano’s alarms going haywire when the man decided it may be best to check out He was unsure of what he would find when he entered the planet’s atmosphere, but what he did find made him raise a brow behind the Kree helmet. Just as quickly as he’d entered, he was swarmed and needed to break away anyways. Whoever this was... definitely wasn’t friendly. A quick few maneuvers int he ship and away from the attacker soon brought him to where he had to fight or run.. for now fight seemed the better option.. until he heard the voice over the communications. Great. He’s entered a hostile planet on a bad day. Nothing he couldn’t handle, but he wished he had at least one of his ex assassins with him. But he was the adviser to the Kree. He could be diplomatic. Best way to handle a situation like this was, for the time being, to be compliant. And so he broke free, flipping the turbo on for a split second and maneuvering himself where he needed to go. 

     His ship, he was grateful, was made for sharp maneuvering and sharp turns. It made it a little easier for him to go through asteroid belts when he had to make it back to Nowhere He was far enough away from the sector nowhere was, least for now. And he had lost connection with his team’s devices. “I dunno what’s going on here but I gotta think of a way to ask when I get a minute. Right now may not be the best.” He fell back so that he wouldn’t be in the ‘zone’ she spoke of, looking around for the source of the last connection. Perhaps it was just his luck, but enough maneuvering from where he was, quickly and smoothly, he made it. The speakers on the Milano were activated, but turned down low. Enough that whoever connected to his ship would be able to hear. “Area clear, take your shot.” 

      The woman couldn’t help but smirk ever so slightly. And maybe it was little of the princess but she was happy to know that this may be a mutual agreement of disdainment for this marriage. Her blue eyes scan over him, finding him more handsome than his pictures and he was nice to look at. But she wasn’t sure how’d they mesh.

    She’d had a love once, one she’d thought she’d marry until he’d been killed. They’d never realize that reality but then again they had only been children. She shook those thoughts and the Princess sighed softly. “The pleasure is ours. Welcome to Zamaron. And thank you for coming. We have your rooms prepared and some of the maids will take your things to your rooms.” She smiled politely at both of them while her father all but preened.

    He didn’t realize his daughter would rather be out hawking than here right now. Or flying. Carol had learned from a young age to control what she was saying while her mind wandered. She wasn’t interested in this and it was just as much as she was pissed off about it.

     Blue eyes snapped into focus once more when her father spoke again. “J’son, I have to say your boy is handsome, reminds me of when we were both young and spry.” He chuckled as Carol rolled her eyes. “How about we leave these two alone and talk business before dinner tonight, hm? We have a feast prepared for you and your advisers.”

   Her body went rigid at that thought and for a moment the princess wondered if she could sabotage this entire thing. She had a feeling it wouldn’t go well. “Caroline, you wouldn’t mind showing Peter around would you. It’d be good for both of you to get to know each other.” Her father said and she scowled for just a moment before schooling her features and smiling at his warning glare.

    “Of course, father.” The dark haired woman turned to Peter with a tight smile. No matter how handsome he was, it didn’t change the fact that this was an arranged marriage. “That is if you’d like to come with me, Star-Lord. I’d be happy to show you around.”

     Sharp blue eyes remain on his father and his father’s dear old friend he probably hadn’t talked to before the arrangement since whenever it was that they’d met. His father was the official lord of Spartoi. the Emperor chosen to lead the people. As much as he hated the lineage, he shifted on his feet.. he supposed it could be worse... he could be Thanos’ child. That could be worse than anything he could imagine. 

     The thought alone brought a sliver of a smile to his face, though his behavior towards their hosts have been polite. He was an honest man, and hoped nothing more than to help those that wished they could be free from his father’s way of managing them. Peter knew J’son for what he was. Corrupt, dark, controlling. And he hated it. His father was a reminder that people with ill intentions existed and would always exist. The man himself only brought enough for a few days, and he kept his element guns close. 

     No better way to ensure the snake at his back would keep a distance than to keep a weapon he was skilled with using close. There was a slight nod of acknowledgement and a quiet “thank you” when she had spoken to him. His father seemed somewhat proud of how his son was handling this all for the moment, though he seemed uneasy at the notion of his son being left to his own devices. He knew his son.. and Peter knew that he would not say no. It would draw too much attention to him. 

     A sly smile passed his lips when blue eyes watched his father stare at him. But that quickly faded at Carl’s remark. My father? Young? Hah. That was a laugh if he’d ever heard one. Despite the bitter internal commentary, he kept a mostly pleasant outward appearance. He would figure something out about this situation, he was sure. 

Name: Peter Jason Quill  Age: 27 Class: Mage; Altus House: Altus-Noble; Quill;

     A mage from noble house Quill in Tevinter, Peter was born of a magester and his wife, also of a noble house. Both of his parents were selected for each other, carefully bred to produce an offspring with high talent in magic. Peter was born to Jason and Meredeth of house Quill, and grew up learning how to hone his abilities once they surfaced. Jason could not have been prouder until he found that his son did not wish to marry someone for their talent in magic. He wished to marry someone for who they were, not for what they could do. Though he was loyal to his country, he often stated that he disagreed with their tactics and usage of slaves, even in his own home. His father was a cruel man to the slaves he kept, while peter often would sneak them food or treats and make sure they were alright.

     With his father being a magester, Peter was left with title of Altus, the next in line once his father vacated being head of the house. It wasn't long before he'd been picked as the apprentice of another magester and moved south to hone their skills. With Peter away, Jason was already starting to grow more furious with the young man. While he told his father he did not want to marry a woman picked for him by them, he was flirting with those that he found himself attracted to.. and would refuse those that his father was often times trying to wed him with. Marrying for magic was.. in a word, ridiculous to say the least. To him, anyways. He didn’t see himself nor anyone better than others.. but there could be people that were just... better people, in general. 

     But one couldn’t show themselves as this in a public setting in his hometown of Tevinter. Most of his hopes went to trying to help those that weren’t as good off as he was. And eventually others found out and he was banished from his home in Menrathis.and began to make his way through Orlais. He was almost to Kirkwall before he found out about a Mage Uprising and went into hiding for a short time before making his way to Redcliffe. On the day of his arrival, Divine Justinia V was murdered and two days after, his nightmare appeared in the form of Magester Alexius. Peter made himself less noticable, hid in plain sight, and left after the Arl had. 

Arranged Marriage AU with @nagyvr!

The planet of Zamaron was founded on love, built on love, and love had carried it through. Countless of rulers, kings, queens, princes, and princesses had always married for love until this day. The day her father told her she’d be marrying for political ties. It went against all traditions that her family, her mother’s family, had upheld since the beginning and to say that Caroline Elizabeth Ferris was infuriated was an understatement. Carl had lost his heart when he’d lost her mother but she never thought that he’d stoop this low. She had been wrong and the Princess wanted nothing more than to run off, not become queen. She had always been told she’d marry for love, find the one meant for her and then she’d rule with him by her side. That was her dream. That was what was promised to her and now…

Now it was being torn away from her. She’d screamed, cried, threw things before rushing out of the castle and towards the beaches. That was her happy place, her place of peace and she let herself think, remember her mother’s words to be strong and love will come but now she wasn’t so sure if that’d come true. So she breathed, gathered herself and lost herself to the sounds of the waves rolling in on the purple sand beaches. She’d survive. And maybe, just maybe, he’d be a good man. But that wouldn’t stop her from fighting against it either. Blue eyes are filled with determination. No, she wouldn’t stop fighting against it. 

The next week is filled with the castle being prepared for guests and she knew the name of her future husband. Peter, son of J’son and Meredith, heir to his father’s empire of Spartax. She’d been shown pictures and yes, he was handsome but… Was he a good man? And she swore if she was being put into another dress for a fitting, she’d scream but she’d survive. Love would come from this. At least she prayed to the gods that it would. 

Her head is held up the next night as they welcome the guests to their home. She smiles at the man and his father as her own father greets them, his booming voice making her cringe. 

“J’son! It’s been too long.” Carl grins as he embraces the man with vigor. “Since I’ve seen you and since we’ve fought together. This is my daughter, Princess Caroline.” He motioned to Carol as she curtsied and gods, she hated being called Caroline. “And this must be your son, Prince Peter. We’re glad to have you both here.”

Carol smiled once more, proper smile in place even if her eyes betrayed her. “It’s wonderful to meet you both. My father has talked non stop about this for the entire week. It was a feat to get him to worry about our kingdom rather than the marriage alliance.”

     Spartax was built on blood and betrayal. Hate and chaos. And now it was a functioning empire, much to his father’s pleasure. Peter and his mother, Meredith had been brought here years ago, though she died en route. No big loss, his father had said. They may not accept her. So would they have accepted him? Whatever. The blond had grown up learning the ways of his planet, blues eyes always looking for a way out. Recently, his father told him that he'd be marrying a woman to keep the Spartoi line going. To create an ally between this planet and one in another sector. The man had raised his voice, spit anger at his father for this. He wanted to marry for someone he cared about. Not like this. His father seemed to know how angry this made him, despite his already having run from the planet once before.

     He was the military adviser to the Kree during his time away... he was good at it, despite the fact that he was Spartoi royalty. Which was in the middle of the Shi’ar sector... in the middle of a sector in which the blue guys really did not much like. But they took well to Peter. He honestly didn’t like his father, which was one reason he had denounced his father at the time. But out here, he had made friends.. And then they were taken from him. Endangered unless he agreed to stay with his father. Oh, the man was not pleased. It was upon his return that he was given the news and he snapped at his father. 

     Those angered words didn’t matter, he’d been told. He was getting married to this woman whether he wanted to or not. Almost a week later, he had been given the nicest outfit his father could buy and get tailored to his son. He’d been shown the poor woman who was supposed to be his soon to be wife. He knew how to posture, to look ‘presentable’ to an audience. 

     The day he was supposed to meet his wife-to-be, the man had heard no end to his father’s bickering. And he was sure the man would continue no matter how much he complained about it. So he had stayed quiet the entire way up until they had gone to meet the princess and her father.. But when embraced, J’son froze, giving a half-hearted hug after a moment and nodding to the other man. “Far too long, my friend. This is my son, Peter. The Star-Lord of Spartax.” 

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