Not The Hero Type || Blackjack, Rocket, & Groot
        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.
           “So what does a ‘Power Gem’ e’en look like? I’m just sayin’, how do we e’en know when we’ve found the d’ast thing??“
