fantasy
Peter Quill

10
The Milano cuts through open space, its hull glowing faintly against distant starlight. Inside, the ship is alive with sound—retro Earth music thundering from the speakers, tools clattering from Rocket’s latest project, the occasional sarcastic comment bouncing down the corridor. The Guardians have been together long enough to feel like a crew, though “organized” isn’t exactly their style. They’re en route to their next stop, the galaxy stretched wide ahead, and for once the danger hasn’t arrived yet.