#interplanet

it is not so much an empty threat that @interplanet gives than an incomplete one ; picking it apart is surely pedantic but this particular midgardian's face skews into adorable expressions when frustrated - amora has many ways to spurn a man towards vexation and is currently wondering which she may find to be the most entertaining on the peter quill.

" you can't possibly hope to threaten me effectively while leaving out the good part, darling. "

" what can i say? i'm a rebel. " @interplanet && meme.

walking and talking, casual as ever. it provided the least amount of suspicion, something especially useful when the empire has their eyes on you. truth be told, this guy wasn't quite what he expected when he was told there was a contact, and he was beginning to wonder how credible this guy was.

but all of that wondering came to a halt when he heard those words leave the man's mouth. stopping dead in his tracks, he grabbed peter's upper arm, forcing him to stop and turn, facing him.

❝ why do i not believe it then? ❞ she sets the drink down with more force than she had intended. still, it gets the point across. her tone is colored with frustration, her expression betraying emotions beyond the bitterness that she herself has not yet parsed. she's reaching within, searching for the source, for the answer, for the name she can give this feeling. for some sort of understanding on why she feels so strongly about his claim; or why she disbelieves him so. it feels juvenile to say she's hurt, and it would also be not fully accurate. she never expected this to go anywhere further then it already had. hell, maybe she should've made more of an effort to put a stop to it.

she's leaned up against the side of the small shuttle, arms crossed disapprovingly as weight shifts, one foot to the next. shepard has always cast an imposing figure, but never more so when her steely gaze cuts across your direction. despite being out of uniform, a pistol still rests at her side; one still cooling off from recently having intervened in yet another one of his situations that she had stumbled into — their usual form of greeting, she'd come to understand. the faintest trace of a smirk could be precepted, if one knew to look for it. one that admitted she enjoyed robbing him of the satisfaction of his own resolution all too much. she didn't have that kind of patience.

where ever there's trouble, peter quill is soon to follow -- if he's not the reason that it's happening in the first place. jyn's relatively unfazed by his presence, even if a brow raises in mild surprise to see him in the crowd. ( expect the unexpected. unpredictability is the key to survival. ) her questioning look is less about why he's there and more about what the hell happened here and why there's now a smoking crater in the ground, not far from where they both stand.

jyn props her arms on her hips, staring down at the charred earth. there's chaos around her -- civilians rushing to the scene, cries and curses of shock and horror. it's far enough on the outskirts of town that she doesn't think that the target had been anything major. but with a sick feeling in her stomach, there's really no way to confirm that there hadn't been any casualties before the site has been searched for remains. all the more reason to figure out who caused the explosion, made urgent by the fact that she'd been sent here with explosives and a detonator, yet hadn't pulled the trigger.

“ i am one more minor inconvenience away from losing my shit. ” @interplanet && meme.

Gamora snorted into her drink and then downed the last of it. All this alcohol running through her system was managing to beat her implants for the moment, as much as they tried to keep her focused and sober. She hoped that, wherever Thanos was at that moment, that he felt no small amount of irritation and for seemingly no reason at all.

"Oh, to be broke and spending my last credits at a bar— wait..."

She leaned back as she waited for her next drink. Not looking at Peter, she added, "But I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, I suppose."

True, she could think of other good places, but right now, this felt like enough. Being content was a rare feeling for her.

she's wheezing when he finds her again

. always when she looks like she's on deaths doorstep. makeup runs down her face and she stubbornly wipes it off in retaliation from the fact she's been crying. the jobs she took were brutal. ( this time it was them getting a little too handsy , a chase & a knife to the perpetrators shoulder ) ( it always gives her enough time to flee despite her lungs being on literal fire. ) a reminder that she couldn't survive out here on her own. no matter the weapon she'd fashioned , for a woman of her delicate nature , no planet in this galaxy was going to be kind to her.

you don't have to. she says to him , as she always does when he always happens to be in the right place at the right time to come and save her. ' i ain't goin back in there. '

cherris' knees are bruised & some dirt has found it's way into the crevices of the device that gives her life.

finally she bites her lip and says something . . . . eye contact is not made.

" just help me up. "