Starways to Hell

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“I
lied…. peter doesn’t know the truth either….. he can’t know that
murdering bastard…. and I’ll keep him as far away from him as I can…”

“What murdering bastard?” Carlos asked him. “Do you… are you talking about his father? Yondu, what the hell were you doing? Kids? Banished? Yondu, please – tell me clearly: what happened??”Carlos was very concerned – he had never heard of any of this before. What did Yondu do exactly before they even met??

Sighs. “His fathers name is ego. He’s a celestial very powerful being… ego cane to earth and mated a woman andcpeter was born. He went all over the galaxy mating with all species… and producing children. He… asked me to bring some of his children that were orphans.. mothers having died… he promised a world that I’d have… killed for as a child… so I brought him a dozen or so of his kids….. it wasn’t until right before peter I realized what he was doing….. he was killing them. If the didn’t hold some trait he was looking for or what he’d kill them…… I found peter and I kept him.. to protect him… but my ravager family found out about the others… and banished from the only family I knew…..they never speak….. I killed those kids…. breaking the code… I just… i was stupid to have fallen for his lies….”

Carlos listened carefully, trying not to let his alarm and uneasiness take away from what exactly Yondu was telling him and how it was making him feel. Every word just sounded more and more horrible though, and Carlos wasn’t liking it at all. Yondu was hurting so badly with this… he was carrying a huge burden and he was hiding it from Peter. And maybe Kraglin? (He didn’t know – he got the feeling Kraglin was around before Peter). Tullk probably knew too… and he was still sticking around Yondu, despite everything.

“You… you thought you were giving children the opportunity to grow up with family,” Carlos said softly. “And… and this Ego guy… I don’t think he would have told you what was happening to them, would he?”

hey d- Carlos, sense you already meet Darcy, do you wanna come to our wedding when we get married? he smiles

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I mean, I have to I guess. But I had no idea – you guys are just kids, aren’t you??

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*he shrugs* i could ask her sometime…. have you ever met anyone who could turn into an animal? like a werewolf?

Well, I have heard of a woman who turned into a lizard as a gift because of her donation to the local college. But… that’s about it, I think.

a lizard? *he tilted his head slightly and looked at Carlos* that’s weird.. well, i mean i guess it could be helpful though, drop something under the couch? just turn into a lizard and grab it! *he chuckles*

No, I mean… she’s a lizard forever. She’s actually at the police station now back home, sort of as a pet/evidence. She has a stick now though, so that’s cool.

huh.. that’s.. less cool… *he looks out the window before speaking again* hey Carlos, do you know alot about.. monsters? or weird creatures?

*doesn’t look at Max as he’s driving* Some things. I mean, we have the Librarians in Night Vale. And the hooded figures that we just for some reason don’t actively acknowledge. Then there’s the Angels and the City Council… among a few other things I suppose. But I’m by no means an expert on any of them.

… librarians..? wait but didn’t you just acknowage them by saying that you don’t acknowage them?

‘Actively acknowledge’. Folks do it in passing, like I just did. And I don’t know much about them really – just creatures that seem to speak in static and white noise.

huh… that’s.. freaky…. hey, if someone could actually speak in white noise, do you think they could translate?

Maybe? I haven’t heard of anyone who could understand it though… I feel like I might, but I don’t know at all really. Huh… that’s a weird feeling.

chill science dude, the m!a will wear off tomorrow

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he mumbles and chews on his hand again, looking out the window*

A: Oh – hey, Maxy, don’t do that! Don’t hurt your little hands, okay? *she gently takes his wrist to pull it away*

C: Sounds like he needs a pacifier too maybe… along with the mittens and the chew toy. Angie, what else do babies need?

A: Oh! Well, Mama gave everyone their own bibs with protection so that we wouldn’t get stains. And then she had those spinny things over our cribs and stuffed animals to be friends with. Though Gama ate mine and I’m still mad at him. *she frowns, remembering her toy* I miss her…

*he looked between Angie and Carlos as they spoke, not really understanding what they were saying, he yawns again, almost falling over this time*

A: Oh! Maxy, be careful! *she holds him closer*

C: *looks in the rear view mirror at the kids* Is he okay? Do you need me to pull over?

*~~smells like it~~ Max begins babbling again* pap..

A: I think he’s okay. *she sniffs* He’s smelly, Papa.

C: Ah sh… shoot. Hang on, sweetie. *he pulls to the side of the road and parks. He gets out and then opens the door to the back seat. He gets some paper towels from under the seat and a small roll of trash bags.*

*he curiously watches Carlos as he grabs the things, growing slightly fussy from his mess..*

A: He’s getting squirmy Papa… and he’s making a face.

C: I got it, hang on. *lays out paper towels on the seat and has a bag open and ready.* Give him to me – I’ll try to clean him up.

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Carlos smiled a bit at the kiss on the cheek. It always gave
him little tingles when Hancock kissed him. Every
time.

Carlos got up and went to the bedroom to grab his clothes –
for now just a set of boxers and his undershirt. He thought for a moment but then also
searched for a pair for Hancock. Though what he found, distressed him a little
bit – Hancock’s briefs obviously had seen better days… maybe twenty years ago.
They were clean just… not white. Carlos decided to go grab another pair of his
instead for Hancock before heading to the bathroom, making a mental note to
find out Hancock’s waist size and seeing about ordering some from Daisy.

Carlos poked his head in and smiled over at Hancock. “Hey.”

“Hey there, sunshine.” Hancock greeted with a smile as Carlos entered. The bath was about half full already and the ghoul was in the process of undressing, his sash wadded up on the floor and shirt unbuttoned and hanging open. “You ready? I uh, I feel like I should probably let ya know somethin’. A lotta shit changed when I went ghoul and things…… ain’t so pretty down there. I just don’t want it to be a surprise, y’know? Feel like a little warning is better than just letting you find out by seeing it, some folks find it off-putting.”

At first Carlos was confused about what Hancock might be talking about. But then he remembered – Hancock had told him once a while ago. Just once, though – he didn’t actively talk about it of course.

Carlos put the clean clothes on a counter and walked up to take Hancock’s hands. “I know, Han… you told me. Honestly I’m not sure how I’ll react, but I promise I’m still with you.” He leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of the ghoul’s mouth and lingered, waiting a moment for Hancock to react.

Carlos had tried to imagine it, of course: what Hancocks’ pelvis might look like without certain… bits. But ultimately, he was sure he had been imagining wrong and would just have to wait and actually see what they were working without. He’d try his damnest to be respectful and supportive – the absolute last thing he wanted was to make Hancock feel self-conscious or inadequate in any way.

“Quick, take my hand, it’s urgent!” (whispers-of-change)

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Carlos was taken off-guard, but he merely gave the other a contemplative frown before reaching out to comply. “Uh… alright,” he said.

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She
nodded, not sure if she was entirely satisfied with his response. It
was more a worry that he didn’t understand how serious she was. But he
seemed sincere, and that was a conversation they could have later, once
they got to know each other better. He definitely didn’t need to know
that much about her yet. So she wouldn’t push the matter. “Okay. Good…”
she said quietly. “‘Cause, you- You know, it’s… good to communicate and
have boundaries.” She gave him a a soft smile, and took a sip of her
tea, eyes flickering down.

Carlos nodded again. “Absolutely,” he said. “If I’m doing something wrong, or whatever, don’t be afraid to tell me. I mean… I’m not going to go out of my way to see what I can get away with, but we all make mistakes and when I make one just let me know.” Because he was sure mistakes were going to happen. He hoped that assured her some at least.

She nodded, and looked back up at him. “Yeah, I will. And I think… I think it’s good to acknowledge ahead of time that things aren’t going to be… perfect. But that it is good to talk about things when things go south.” She gave him a soft smile and let out a sigh. Not a bad sigh, or one of exasperation, but one that indicated a sense of satisfaction. This seemed to be going fairly well already. Things seemed to be headed in a good direction. She was happy.

Carlos smiled at her. “Yeah.”

This was great. She seemed at ease and things seemed to be going alright so far. This was fantastic. God, he hoped he wasn’t going to mess this up.

“So, uh… what’s your family like?” Carlos asked, wanting to keep conversation flowing.

hey d- Carlos, sense you already meet Darcy, do you wanna come to our wedding when we get married? he smiles

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I mean, I have to I guess. But I had no idea – you guys are just kids, aren’t you??

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*he shrugs* i could ask her sometime…. have you ever met anyone who could turn into an animal? like a werewolf?

Well, I have heard of a woman who turned into a lizard as a gift because of her donation to the local college. But… that’s about it, I think.

a lizard? *he tilted his head slightly and looked at Carlos* that’s weird.. well, i mean i guess it could be helpful though, drop something under the couch? just turn into a lizard and grab it! *he chuckles*

No, I mean… she’s a lizard forever. She’s actually at the police station now back home, sort of as a pet/evidence. She has a stick now though, so that’s cool.

huh.. that’s.. less cool… *he looks out the window before speaking again* hey Carlos, do you know alot about.. monsters? or weird creatures?

*doesn’t look at Max as he’s driving* Some things. I mean, we have the Librarians in Night Vale. And the hooded figures that we just for some reason don’t actively acknowledge. Then there’s the Angels and the City Council… among a few other things I suppose. But I’m by no means an expert on any of them.

… librarians..? wait but didn’t you just acknowage them by saying that you don’t acknowage them?

‘Actively acknowledge’. Folks do it in passing, like I just did. And I don’t know much about them really – just creatures that seem to speak in static and white noise.

Starways to Hell

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“I
lied…. peter doesn’t know the truth either….. he can’t know that
murdering bastard…. and I’ll keep him as far away from him as I can…”

“What murdering bastard?” Carlos asked him. “Do you… are you talking about his father? Yondu, what the hell were you doing? Kids? Banished? Yondu, please – tell me clearly: what happened??”Carlos was very concerned – he had never heard of any of this before. What did Yondu do exactly before they even met??

chill science dude, the m!a will wear off tomorrow

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he mumbles and chews on his hand again, looking out the window*

A: Oh – hey, Maxy, don’t do that! Don’t hurt your little hands, okay? *she gently takes his wrist to pull it away*

C: Sounds like he needs a pacifier too maybe… along with the mittens and the chew toy. Angie, what else do babies need?

A: Oh! Well, Mama gave everyone their own bibs with protection so that we wouldn’t get stains. And then she had those spinny things over our cribs and stuffed animals to be friends with. Though Gama ate mine and I’m still mad at him. *she frowns, remembering her toy* I miss her…

*he looked between Angie and Carlos as they spoke, not really understanding what they were saying, he yawns again, almost falling over this time*

A: Oh! Maxy, be careful! *she holds him closer*

C: *looks in the rear view mirror at the kids* Is he okay? Do you need me to pull over?

*~~smells like it~~ Max begins babbling again* pap..

A: I think he’s okay. *she sniffs* He’s smelly, Papa.

C: Ah sh… shoot. Hang on, sweetie. *he pulls to the side of the road and parks. He gets out and then opens the door to the back seat. He gets some paper towels from under the seat and a small roll of trash bags.*

hey d- Carlos, sense you already meet Darcy, do you wanna come to our wedding when we get married? he smiles

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I mean, I have to I guess. But I had no idea – you guys are just kids, aren’t you??

@dedmaxsearchhistory

*he shrugs* i could ask her sometime…. have you ever met anyone who could turn into an animal? like a werewolf?

Well, I have heard of a woman who turned into a lizard as a gift because of her donation to the local college. But… that’s about it, I think.

a lizard? *he tilted his head slightly and looked at Carlos* that’s weird.. well, i mean i guess it could be helpful though, drop something under the couch? just turn into a lizard and grab it! *he chuckles*

No, I mean… she’s a lizard forever. She’s actually at the police station now back home, sort of as a pet/evidence. She has a stick now though, so that’s cool.

huh.. that’s.. less cool… *he looks out the window before speaking again* hey Carlos, do you know alot about.. monsters? or weird creatures?

*doesn’t look at Max as he’s driving* Some things. I mean, we have the Librarians in Night Vale. And the hooded figures that we just for some reason don’t actively acknowledge. Then there’s the Angels and the City Council… among a few other things I suppose. But I’m by no means an expert on any of them.

Starways to Hell

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Yondu
smiles at that and sits next to him. “Yes and no. The implant gives
signal but the will to make it sing and fly is from our hearts… our
drive…I haven’t gotten it to fly for a while….” whistles the arrow
flashing but doesn’t move and sighs.

Carlos felt his heart clench. “God… how long has this been going on? Have you had the implant checked? Maybe there’s a connection issue to your brain or your nerves or something…”

“It’s none of that it’s fine. Had it checked……. it’s….. it’s because I’m….. sad….. I guess you could say….upset…. depressed…… nothing to do about that but…. let it… run its course I guess..” sighs and flops backwards on the bed looking up at the ceiling.

Carlos looked at Yondu. “And carry a side-arm,” he said dryly. Carlos
sighed deeply. God… he didn’t want this. Carlos lay down next to
Yondu, but propped up on his elbow so he could look down at him. “I’m
sorry… maybe I shouldn’t have let it get this far. I had no idea that
that thing was connected to your emotions.” He sighed. “No wonder you
try to be so callus in front of the rest of the crew.”

Yondu looks at him nodding and sighs. “I’ll tell you something…. notveven my boys know…..not fully. My parents sold me as a baby to the kree slavers to spare them. No clue if they were or not don’t care. I was barley out of the pouch when I was put in chains and collar and branded. I was to be raised as a weapon. A battle slave for protection and most of all entertainment…… I was kept in a small cage when not being used compared to other centaurians I’m stunted if anything in the nexus books are accurate. I was stunted because one… I was a runt and two no proper nutrients……. when I whistled I killed my first master and as punishment they sawed off my fin. Thinking it would keep me from attacking again…… I killed 4 other masters…. teeth.. claws… bludgeon then I whistled again and I killed with a arrow….. it was erratic…. uncontrolled because my fin was gone…. the kree were interested…. I became a project for there scientists…. the cut and drilled into my brain creating a synthetic fin…. the recovery was escrucuating….but it worked…… what they didn’t count on was the dangerous weapon they unleashed with no kill switch. I killed everyone in that base. Every last one of them. And say there until the ravagers came… wanting a fun fight and supplies and all they found was me….”

Carlos just stared wide-eyed at Yondu. “Jesus… I had no idea,” he said softly. Without thinking Carlos curled in and put an arm around Yondu, giving him a side-ways hug as they lay there on the bed. “I’m so sorry, Yondu… that’s terrible…”

Yondu snuggles against him. “That’s how I became who I am. Took months for the ravager to get a real word from me… even though it was a rather vulgar word. I wasn’t punished for it. I was given a family…… I was respected. And I strives to be the best to keep this new family and life….. but I fucked up….. after I became captain….. I… got message of a man… who asked me to get his children from across the galaxy. It paid handsomely and how could I say no. What he was offering these kids was something even I would have loved to have…….. but before I got peter I found out the truth….. and I have a few dozen dead kids blood on my hands…… I kept peter. Kept him as my own to protect from him….. the ravagers…. banished me. I lost my family….”

“Wait, what?” Carlos asked. Some things that Yondu was saying was causing him some alarm. He pulled back to look the Captain in the face. “You told me it was Peter’s mom who asked you to take him in and look after him.”