As soon as the Guardians, their target, and their target's living baggage are all aboard, Alex is deposited in the pilot's seat and takes off. Most of the Imperial Guard are left in their exhaust, and the momentary lead was enough to shake Gladiator as well.
"Alright honored backwater guests, listen up. My name is Alex Quill, Field Commander for the Guardians of the Galaxy. This is my ship. I understand and respect your needs for tagging along, but I am going to make this clear. If you're on my ship, you'll follow my orders, because if I bother giving one to you instead of my crew, there's likely a damn good reason for it.
That said, please make yourselves comfortable, help yourself to any beverage that doesn't have a red label with three half circles, and don't give the red furry one any explosives. I'll explain why later."
//Red, introduce the team for me, I need to focus on piloting and remembering how to blink. Az, I need Abe to co-pilot.// He relays the orders with what's left of his telepathy for the next few hours, then, more quietly and isolated, //Thanks for the assist, pretty lady.//
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