#cosmicrocket

         Now this was more his scene. Inside a building, evading and/or taking care of Nova dumbasses as they came left and right at the trio that had just ‘walked into their most heavily guarded building’. As if strolling through one of their pretty public parks, or kicking past one of their shimmering water fountains. Now Blackjack didn’t blame them for being a little uptight, hell even somewhat paranoid: not every day your whole city and planet were under attack by the Mad Titan.

           Still, they could be making their job a little easier. At least answer his questions when he kept loudly demanding where they kept the ‘Power Gem’. Apparently that was the name of the thing they were looking for, information that had wittled down to his long ears in the brainless chit-chat that had swum around Rocket’s little teammates. Speaking of, he still couldn’t believe he was even part of this venture. Sweet talks of billion-figure units and the Nova Corps turning their head the other way for a while enough to coax him into doing what he did best.

       The fact that it was Rocket and his flora friend with him in this only sweetened the deal. If it had to be anyone out of that whole crew, he’d want it to be these guys.     A large explosive sound ricochets from his arm as his blaster burns yet another hole through a solid wall, the long legged Halfworlder stepping through the sizzling ‘doorway’ hole he’d made as he cast his head back and idly talked aloud to the other two.

After the harrowing events of the registration act and Osborne's vicious reign, Carol was desperate to take time away from the pressures of superhero society on Earth. She felt responsible for a great deal that had occurred and could not face living alongside those she had fought, at least without a large volume of alcohol. Having decided alcohol was no longer a solution, she sought other options and found her usual were not helping. The suggestion of taking time in space to address the growing issues there was too tempting to refuse and within a week she had been packed and ready to leave.

The ship she had been given was  equipped with an AI and had generous space, comforts and power. It was also suited to house her infamous cat, Chewie. Despite offerings of hefty compensation, blackmail and even begging, no one would agree to care for him in her absence. He'd only puked in Jess' shoes once and he didn't bite now... as much.

With the ship's data recording tracking her every move, Carol knew she had been gone for over 4 days. It had felt simultaneously shorter and longer than that, feeling as if she had seen the Avengers only yesterday yet she could not visualise anything beyond the endless darkness of space. The scattering of shining stars, varying pieces of space debris and distant planets were a beautiful sight but a lonely one. She was grateful for Harrison (the ship's AI) and Chewie's company though she would never admit how frequently she spoke to the latter considering his only response was the occasional meow.

Roused from her musings by a loud beeping accompanied by a flashing display on the console, she sprung forward to get a more detailed look before she was dazzled by a bright explosion far to her left.