@championoftime || excuse the ramble
The human race wasn’t as strong as the Zehoberei race, && that was becoming clearer & clearer to the human teenager. Despite her constant training & passion to win over her father, not once had she managed to beat her. She could not STAND the disappointed gaze of Thanos and it didn’t take long for her to fully commit, to beg for him to make her better, no matter the cost. And soon after, he obliged.
He could not help her without first changing her. Her mind. First, a few tweaks here & there, but then more. Every time Gamora beat her in battle, he provided her with something more. && this time, they had amputated her arm and replaced it with something foreign, something different. The ungrateful attitude of Nebula soon resulted in punishment. No food. No water. Beyond all realm of civilisation, she was stranded on a broken ship. Her mission? To fix the ship and return home. That had been two days ago.
“Gah!” She threw the spanner. It left a considerable dent in the floor. Cupping her head in her human hand, she did something that she had not done in years. She cried. Not for long. She was interrupted by a sound. Something alien. Immediately standing, she moved to the cockpit & looked out of the window, seeing something... familiar. A blue police box.. something that... she remembered seeing as a child, on Earth. Just in passing, but it was in her native language and well - while it wasn’t exactly the same as the red phone boxes she remembered, this seemed to hit close to home.
Scrambling for the radio, she placed it against her mouth immediately. “YOU- blue box. I demand you open up a line of communication with me.” She said, in almost perfect English.