"Ride, keep our friend here strapped into his harness. I don't need any civilians running wild in the middle of an extraction." Right now, Alex didn't trust the Imperial Guard as far as he could throw them, and he knew that wasn't very far from firsthand experience.
"Fan out and keep the Guard busy, but no lethal force, even if you're capable of it. Iason, I want you overhead in case any of them have surprises in store. Hit them hard."
He takes point, leading the team out of the ship, and turning on the loudspeaker on his helmet. "Your Imperial Highness, we're the Guardians of the Galaxy. The good guys, and most likely the only ones besides your native friends here. Come with us now. X-Men, consider yourselves his carry-on. MOVE!" He flexes his TK, a little harder than he really should, to make debris kick up around him. Gravitas is important.
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