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“That
we could possibly do. Though I think talking to you helps him. He’s
made a bond with you. And when your there he seems…. happier. Don’t stop
talking to my boy. He needs you. Now. Icecream. Wheels. Mr. Ramon it’s
been a pleasure.”

Edwardo walked up and gave his card to Carlos before offering Yondu his hand. “It has been,” he said, smiling at Yondu. “Take care of those boys, and try not to get into too much trouble.”

“See you around in the sky,” Mikey responded with a grin. “Oh – do you need these translator things back?” He reached up to point to the device just below his ear.

Yondu shakes his head. “No keep them. You ever want to call or my boys want a chat you’ll be able to understand them. If they break let me know. Carlos can show you how to use the long distance comunicators. Just….. be careful not to lose them ok.” Shakes Eduardo’s hand then fist bumps Mikey as he heads out to the car.

“In the meantime, keep them hidden in your guys’ wallet or something,” Carlos suggested. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Oh, Carlos – take my phone,” Mr Ramon said. “If you need anything, call Mikey’s. Then when you get back… we’ll come up with a story for how you got found.”

Carlos  nodded. “Okay, Dad.” He hugged his dad. “I’ll see you soon.” He turned and hurried out to the car with Yondu.

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“That
we could possibly do. Though I think talking to you helps him. He’s
made a bond with you. And when your there he seems…. happier. Don’t stop
talking to my boy. He needs you. Now. Icecream. Wheels. Mr. Ramon it’s
been a pleasure.”

Edwardo walked up and gave his card to Carlos before offering Yondu his hand. “It has been,” he said, smiling at Yondu. “Take care of those boys, and try not to get into too much trouble.”

“See you around in the sky,” Mikey responded with a grin. “Oh – do you need these translator things back?” He reached up to point to the device just below his ear.

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“Beauty you say? Dude your uglier then a bilgsnipes ass.” Grins and hands over the pink glittery dragon.

Yondu rolls his eyes at his boys and takes the little thing and
grins. “Aww look at it. This ones a cute little thing here. Hehe. Got
some shimmer too.”

“This one’s mine,” Kraglin said, handing over the little green lizard thing he picked out.

Yondu takes that one grinning at it and bobs there little heads. “Hehe. These are cute..well I just might have to collect some more Huh…”

“Well, you’ve got one more,” Carlos said. He pulled out the little pale horse and offered it to Yondu. “This one’s called a horse – people use them to ride around on.”

Yondu takes it and grins looking it over like the others and holds all three bobbling there heads. “Hehe. Front row seats on my shelf. Special treatment for these cute critters.”

Half smiles then burrows back down into the fluffy warmth looking up at Tullk with content halflidded eyes.

Tullk looked at Half-nut and smiled at him. He rubbed the younger Ravager’s shoulders. “We should be getting back… get some sleep before the day shift on the Eclector.”

Kraglin snorted softly. Right… ‘sleep’.

Yondu nods. “You boys head on back to the ship. Carlos and I have icecream to go get them I’ll be back on the ship.”

Kraglin made a little face at the mention of ice cream but he nodded and stood up. “Aye, Captain… Pete, let’s get them Cheetos and stuff that we got.”

“Oh! Let me send you home with something else too!” Edwardo said as he stood up. He took his cane and slowly walked out of the room toward the garage where he kept a large freezer.

“Ooh, you guys are going to like this,” Carlos said with a wide and excited grin.

Peter blinks at the signal for them to leave. He really didn’t want to. He was on earth with othercterrsns who understood him and where he cane from. But he stood anyway standing next to Kraglin and waits.

Half hand folded up the blanket waiting still nice and toasty warm.

Yondu blinks. “What’s he got?”

Edwardo returned from the garage carrying a package about the size of a small toddler wrapped in paper and plastic. Scribbled on it was a date and the word ‘pork’. He smiled as he offered the package to Kraglin.

Kraglin was a little bit skeptical, and as he took the package he was confused to find that it seemed frozen.

“These are some tamales that I had stored away,” Edwardo said. “I make them often.”

“Dad makes some of the best tamales ever,” Mikey told everyone proudly.

Yondu grins. “Well now more home made terran food. Never heard of tamales but I have a feeling well enjoy them all the same. Hehe.”

Peter looks at the bag then whines. “I…. I don’t want to go…… I…. I feel like… I’m home… I…” looking down not able to meet there eyes.

Carlos looked at Peter with a frown. He stood up and walked over to him. “Hey, Pete… it’s okay,” he said softly. “Yondu and Kraglin… they’re your family. Tullk and Half-nut are your family too. They’re all taking care of you. If you want… You’re welcome to still come and visit if you wanna. And… and I’ll have a communicator – you can call and talk to me or Dad or Mikey any time you want. Okay?”

Peter looks up at him and nods. “Yeah…..don’t think I’ll be able to visit whenever but….yeah…wish you would stay but…. you have your own family…so….” still doesn’t look up afraid the others would be mad at him for wanting to stay.

Carlos just smiled gently at him. He pulled the boy into a hug. “We can still talk, Pete. And when you visit, maybe we could go out to a theme park or a museum or something… you know, make a fun day out of it. And I’ll talk to you about Earth as much as you want.”

Kraglin just watched Carlos silently, no emotion on his face. Carlos was so good with the kid… it was a shame that he couldn’t stay. Peter could always use one more person on his team.

Peter clings to him not wanting to let go. “Just with you on the ship…. I… didn’t feel so alone anymore….. being the only terran……. the mascot… the freak… the pet…….. it’s gonna be like that again….terrans arnt meant for space…. if we were we would have our own ships…….” sighs and let’s him go. He was prepared to have the crew go right back to there bullshit with him.

Carlos took Peter’s face in his hands and he tilted the boy’s head down to press a kiss there. “Terrans just aren’t ready for it… but that makes you lucky, Pete. You get to see whole worlds that other humans don’t. You aren’t a pet – you’re a forerunner. Don’t forget it, okay? You get to make an impression on the rest of the galaxy for us.”

Peter blinks looking at him and nods looking up when Yondu puts his arm around his shoulders. “Go on petey.. back with your brother, Tullk and half. I’ll be home soon ok. Krags…… you know what to do.”

Peter let’s Yondu lightly push him to Kraglin.

Kraglin shifted the frozen bundle that Mr Ramon gave him to one arm and he put his other around Peter’s shoulders.

“Oh, before you go – cooking instructions for the tamales,” Mr Ramon interjected. “You’re supposed to steam them until it’s thoroughly hot. They’re already cooked and there’s no need to defrost them before steaming. There’s a paper-like husk around the tamales – you don’t eat that part. Just the breading and the meet inside. Sorry… I wanted to make sure you all knew before leaving.”

Yondu nods. “Hslf Tullk.. be sure to write that down. Put my name on it. Tell Oblo he can have a few. For a job well done tonight.”

Half nods and waves to the Ramon family before walking out with the others.

Yondu sighs looking to carlos. “Well ready for that icecream?”

Carlos nodded at him and smiled. “Sure,” he said. He went to go get his hoodie for Yondu to wear. “Mikey, can I borrow your card? I don’t wanna ping mine before we announce that I’ve been ‘found’.”

“Sure,” Mikey said and he went to get his wallet. “I paid for everything else today already…” he added with a laugh.

“Oh, Mikey don’t worry – I’ll get it!” Mr Ramon said and he went to get his own wallet. “It’s just ice cream, right boys?”

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“Beauty you say? Dude your uglier then a bilgsnipes ass.” Grins and hands over the pink glittery dragon.

Yondu rolls his eyes at his boys and takes the little thing and
grins. “Aww look at it. This ones a cute little thing here. Hehe. Got
some shimmer too.”

“This one’s mine,” Kraglin said, handing over the little green lizard thing he picked out.

Yondu takes that one grinning at it and bobs there little heads. “Hehe. These are cute..well I just might have to collect some more Huh…”

“Well, you’ve got one more,” Carlos said. He pulled out the little pale horse and offered it to Yondu. “This one’s called a horse – people use them to ride around on.”

Yondu takes it and grins looking it over like the others and holds all three bobbling there heads. “Hehe. Front row seats on my shelf. Special treatment for these cute critters.”

Half smiles then burrows back down into the fluffy warmth looking up at Tullk with content halflidded eyes.

Tullk looked at Half-nut and smiled at him. He rubbed the younger Ravager’s shoulders. “We should be getting back… get some sleep before the day shift on the Eclector.”

Kraglin snorted softly. Right… ‘sleep’.

Yondu nods. “You boys head on back to the ship. Carlos and I have icecream to go get them I’ll be back on the ship.”

Kraglin made a little face at the mention of ice cream but he nodded and stood up. “Aye, Captain… Pete, let’s get them Cheetos and stuff that we got.”

“Oh! Let me send you home with something else too!” Edwardo said as he stood up. He took his cane and slowly walked out of the room toward the garage where he kept a large freezer.

“Ooh, you guys are going to like this,” Carlos said with a wide and excited grin.

Peter blinks at the signal for them to leave. He really didn’t want to. He was on earth with othercterrsns who understood him and where he cane from. But he stood anyway standing next to Kraglin and waits.

Half hand folded up the blanket waiting still nice and toasty warm.

Yondu blinks. “What’s he got?”

Edwardo returned from the garage carrying a package about the size of a small toddler wrapped in paper and plastic. Scribbled on it was a date and the word ‘pork’. He smiled as he offered the package to Kraglin.

Kraglin was a little bit skeptical, and as he took the package he was confused to find that it seemed frozen.

“These are some tamales that I had stored away,” Edwardo said. “I make them often.”

“Dad makes some of the best tamales ever,” Mikey told everyone proudly.

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Peter
looks at him and was worried. “Krags…. you Ok? You look a bit pale.”
Looks at him worriedly and cups his face in his hands feeling for a
fever and whimpers. “Oh gods. Your dying.”

Kraglin huffed and smacked at one of Peter’s hands gently. “I ain’t dyin’… Calm yerself, Pete.” No, he definitely wasn’t dying. His stomach was just being weird and… bloaty. Ugh… He couldn’t wait to get back to Carlos’ house.

“What’s bothering you maybe I can help. Is it your head? Throat? Stomach? Back?” Starts listing off things then whispers. “You don’t got another tape worm do you?”

“Unless Ramon’s food is tainted, I don’t have another worm,” Kraglin muttered.

Carlos whipped his head to glare at Kraglin. “It’s not tainted,” he said lowly. He then frowned. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just feelin’ a little queasy – ain’t nothin’ to get all twisted up about.”

Peter thinks then Gasps. “You had icecream. Your lactose intollerant. Oh crap.”

“What? No I’m not – I eat cheese all the time!” Kraglin retorted.

“You can make cheese from any kind of milk – not just what has lactose in it,” Carlos said. He sighed. “Wait here, I’ll grab some digestive pills…”

Carlos started to walk off. Mikey asked the cashier if they could wait a second, and they agreed with a smile. Though they looked at Kraglin – probably because they hadn’t understood a thing he said.

Kraglin just made a slight face, looking at the cashier while he tried not to appeared sick. Everyone else was so damn perceptive, apparently.

Hugs him. “Sorry bro….. well take care of you promise. I won’t let you suffer.” And he wouldn’t he’d wait on him hand and foot much like he did for any crew that was sick. He wouldn’t lose anyone to illness again.

Kraglin huffed softly. “I’m gonna be fine, Pete…” He felt a movement in his stomach and he cringed. “Maybe don’t stand so close to me though…”

Blinks and grabs a plastic bag and puts it up to his mouth. “I got ya covered bro!”

“What the – Pete, put that away!” Kraglin snapped. He bat Peter’s hands away.

Carlos appeared with a bottle of pills and he stared at the boys with confusion. “Hey, you two – calm down, alright?”

“Better in the bag and not on the floor.” Blinks and freezes when he hears a loud sound like a horn that was very very wrong then he holds his nose. “Oh gods! Bro!!”

Kraglin quickly started to turn a vibrant shade of blue and he immediately started smacking at Peter. “You little shit – quit holdin’ yer nose! You rude-ass little–”

“Kraglin! Kraglin, stop!” Carlos hissed. He snatched up Mikey’s hat and threw it on his head, pulling it down over his face. “Your face, you idiot!” he hissed. “Your blood – it’s blue!” He’d said the last two sentences in Spanish, hoping to God that nobody else in the vicinity could understand him.

Carlos tossed the pills to Mikey and the younger Ramon scrambled to get it scanned and paid for quickly. The cashier looked very weirded out and alarmed at what was happening at her register.

Peter removes his hand and his eyes water and gags. “Omg it’s in my nose!! My taste buds!!! Oh god!!!” Coughs gagging as he pushes Kraglin out the door. “Warning at ground zero… oh gods …. you… I can almost see the cloud of toxic ass gas…”

Kraglin was busy trying to clutch the brim of the hat over his face, but at the same time he was smacking at Peter with his other hand, growling like a feral animal. Carlos took their shopping bags and after Mikey paid they both hurried out of the store.

“What the hell – Dude, I feel like I just robbed the place!” Mikey told Carlos in Spanish. “I feel like we’re so in trouble!”

“They weren’t supposed to attract attention,” Carlos groaned. “Those boys are going to get it when I tell Yondu… Jesus Christ! I’m sorry for taking your hat.”

“I’m trying not to be mad.”

Peter yelps as he’s smacked. “Dude I had no idea you were unleashing Armageddon from the other end! Had I known I’d have offered to go grab one of your butt plugs. Memo to self… icecream is the beginning of Armageddon with you.”

“Peter, quit it,” Carlos told the boy, giving him a light smack on the head himself. Carlos dug into one of the bags and pulled out a Dr Pepper and the pills he got. “Krags, here – take one of these.”

“What the heck is that?”

“It’s a pill.”

“Really? Ugh… never thought I’d have to see one of those.”

“It should help until we get back to the ship bro. And maybe we’ll survive long enough to get there.”

Carlos opened up the bottle for Kraglin. “It shouldn’t be a big deal – if it’s just lactose intolerance then you should get settled pretty quickly after having one of these.” He put the pill in Kraglin’s hand. “Take it.”

Kraglin looked at the little black capsule with a slight stink-eye. But when Carlos offered him the drink he tossed the capsule in his mouth and took a drink. THe carbonation took him by surprise, but he still swallowed it. The drink is sweet,” he said.

Peter grins. “Most things on earth are. Terrans we don’t like bitter things. You and Yondu know that from me. Common stinky… lets get back to carlos home show Yondu the stuff we got.”

“You’ve clearly never been to Mexico… or literally anywhere else,” Mikey said with a snort. “Mexicans put chili powder in their candy!”

“And it’s absolutely delicious,” Carlos agreed, giving his brother a fist bump. “Okay everybody – load up. Time to go.”

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Peter
looks at him and was worried. “Krags…. you Ok? You look a bit pale.”
Looks at him worriedly and cups his face in his hands feeling for a
fever and whimpers. “Oh gods. Your dying.”

Kraglin huffed and smacked at one of Peter’s hands gently. “I ain’t dyin’… Calm yerself, Pete.” No, he definitely wasn’t dying. His stomach was just being weird and… bloaty. Ugh… He couldn’t wait to get back to Carlos’ house.

“What’s bothering you maybe I can help. Is it your head? Throat? Stomach? Back?” Starts listing off things then whispers. “You don’t got another tape worm do you?”

“Unless Ramon’s food is tainted, I don’t have another worm,” Kraglin muttered.

Carlos whipped his head to glare at Kraglin. “It’s not tainted,” he said lowly. He then frowned. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just feelin’ a little queasy – ain’t nothin’ to get all twisted up about.”

Peter thinks then Gasps. “You had icecream. Your lactose intollerant. Oh crap.”

“What? No I’m not – I eat cheese all the time!” Kraglin retorted.

“You can make cheese from any kind of milk – not just what has lactose in it,” Carlos said. He sighed. “Wait here, I’ll grab some digestive pills…”

Carlos started to walk off. Mikey asked the cashier if they could wait a second, and they agreed with a smile. Though they looked at Kraglin – probably because they hadn’t understood a thing he said.

Kraglin just made a slight face, looking at the cashier while he tried not to appeared sick. Everyone else was so damn perceptive, apparently.

Hugs him. “Sorry bro….. well take care of you promise. I won’t let you suffer.” And he wouldn’t he’d wait on him hand and foot much like he did for any crew that was sick. He wouldn’t lose anyone to illness again.

Kraglin huffed softly. “I’m gonna be fine, Pete…” He felt a movement in his stomach and he cringed. “Maybe don’t stand so close to me though…”

Blinks and grabs a plastic bag and puts it up to his mouth. “I got ya covered bro!”

“What the – Pete, put that away!” Kraglin snapped. He bat Peter’s hands away.

Carlos appeared with a bottle of pills and he stared at the boys with confusion. “Hey, you two – calm down, alright?”

“Better in the bag and not on the floor.” Blinks and freezes when he hears a loud sound like a horn that was very very wrong then he holds his nose. “Oh gods! Bro!!”

Kraglin quickly started to turn a vibrant shade of blue and he immediately started smacking at Peter. “You little shit – quit holdin’ yer nose! You rude-ass little–”

“Kraglin! Kraglin, stop!” Carlos hissed. He snatched up Mikey’s hat and threw it on his head, pulling it down over his face. “Your face, you idiot!” he hissed. “Your blood – it’s blue!” He’d said the last two sentences in Spanish, hoping to God that nobody else in the vicinity could understand him.

Carlos tossed the pills to Mikey and the younger Ramon scrambled to get it scanned and paid for quickly. The cashier looked very weirded out and alarmed at what was happening at her register.

Peter removes his hand and his eyes water and gags. “Omg it’s in my nose!! My taste buds!!! Oh god!!!” Coughs gagging as he pushes Kraglin out the door. “Warning at ground zero… oh gods …. you… I can almost see the cloud of toxic ass gas…”

Kraglin was busy trying to clutch the brim of the hat over his face, but at the same time he was smacking at Peter with his other hand, growling like a feral animal. Carlos took their shopping bags and after Mikey paid they both hurried out of the store.

“What the hell – Dude, I feel like I just robbed the place!” Mikey told Carlos in Spanish. “I feel like we’re so in trouble!”

“They weren’t supposed to attract attention,” Carlos groaned. “Those boys are going to get it when I tell Yondu… Jesus Christ! I’m sorry for taking your hat.”

“I’m trying not to be mad.”

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Peter
looks at him and was worried. “Krags…. you Ok? You look a bit pale.”
Looks at him worriedly and cups his face in his hands feeling for a
fever and whimpers. “Oh gods. Your dying.”

Kraglin huffed and smacked at one of Peter’s hands gently. “I ain’t dyin’… Calm yerself, Pete.” No, he definitely wasn’t dying. His stomach was just being weird and… bloaty. Ugh… He couldn’t wait to get back to Carlos’ house.

“What’s bothering you maybe I can help. Is it your head? Throat? Stomach? Back?” Starts listing off things then whispers. “You don’t got another tape worm do you?”

“Unless Ramon’s food is tainted, I don’t have another worm,” Kraglin muttered.

Carlos whipped his head to glare at Kraglin. “It’s not tainted,” he said lowly. He then frowned. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just feelin’ a little queasy – ain’t nothin’ to get all twisted up about.”

Peter thinks then Gasps. “You had icecream. Your lactose intollerant. Oh crap.”

“What? No I’m not – I eat cheese all the time!” Kraglin retorted.

“You can make cheese from any kind of milk – not just what has lactose in it,” Carlos said. He sighed. “Wait here, I’ll grab some digestive pills…”

Carlos started to walk off. Mikey asked the cashier if they could wait a second, and they agreed with a smile. Though they looked at Kraglin – probably because they hadn’t understood a thing he said.

Kraglin just made a slight face, looking at the cashier while he tried not to appeared sick. Everyone else was so damn perceptive, apparently.

Hugs him. “Sorry bro….. well take care of you promise. I won’t let you suffer.” And he wouldn’t he’d wait on him hand and foot much like he did for any crew that was sick. He wouldn’t lose anyone to illness again.

Kraglin huffed softly. “I’m gonna be fine, Pete…” He felt a movement in his stomach and he cringed. “Maybe don’t stand so close to me though…”

Blinks and grabs a plastic bag and puts it up to his mouth. “I got ya covered bro!”

“What the – Pete, put that away!” Kraglin snapped. He bat Peter’s hands away.

Carlos appeared with a bottle of pills and he stared at the boys with confusion. “Hey, you two – calm down, alright?”

“Better in the bag and not on the floor.” Blinks and freezes when he hears a loud sound like a horn that was very very wrong then he holds his nose. “Oh gods! Bro!!”

Kraglin quickly started to turn a vibrant shade of blue and he immediately started smacking at Peter. “You little shit – quit holdin’ yer nose! You rude-ass little–”

“Kraglin! Kraglin, stop!” Carlos hissed. He snatched up Mikey’s hat and threw it on his head, pulling it down over his face. “Your face, you idiot!” he hissed. “Your blood – it’s blue!” He’d said the last two sentences in Spanish, hoping to God that nobody else in the vicinity could understand him.

Carlos tossed the pills to Mikey and the younger Ramon scrambled to get it scanned and paid for quickly. The cashier looked very weirded out and alarmed at what was happening at her register.

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Peter
looks at him and was worried. “Krags…. you Ok? You look a bit pale.”
Looks at him worriedly and cups his face in his hands feeling for a
fever and whimpers. “Oh gods. Your dying.”

Kraglin huffed and smacked at one of Peter’s hands gently. “I ain’t dyin’… Calm yerself, Pete.” No, he definitely wasn’t dying. His stomach was just being weird and… bloaty. Ugh… He couldn’t wait to get back to Carlos’ house.

“What’s bothering you maybe I can help. Is it your head? Throat? Stomach? Back?” Starts listing off things then whispers. “You don’t got another tape worm do you?”

“Unless Ramon’s food is tainted, I don’t have another worm,” Kraglin muttered.

Carlos whipped his head to glare at Kraglin. “It’s not tainted,” he said lowly. He then frowned. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just feelin’ a little queasy – ain’t nothin’ to get all twisted up about.”

Peter thinks then Gasps. “You had icecream. Your lactose intollerant. Oh crap.”

“What? No I’m not – I eat cheese all the time!” Kraglin retorted.

“You can make cheese from any kind of milk – not just what has lactose in it,” Carlos said. He sighed. “Wait here, I’ll grab some digestive pills…”

Carlos started to walk off. Mikey asked the cashier if they could wait a second, and they agreed with a smile. Though they looked at Kraglin – probably because they hadn’t understood a thing he said.

Kraglin just made a slight face, looking at the cashier while he tried not to appeared sick. Everyone else was so damn perceptive, apparently.

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Peter nods. “Maybe people will stop hating me…. if I give them something tasty…….”

Kraglin frowned at that, while Carlos just looked concerned and Mikey looked uncomfortable. “Pete, that’s… that shouldn’t be a reason to hand out snacks,” Carlos said gently.

“It ain’t your business if they don’t like ya,” Kraglin told Peter. “Concern yourself with only the IMPORTANT people likin’ you.”

“….but if they stop hating me…. they will stop beating on me……. they won’t hurt me anymore….. “

Kraglin tensed and Carlos had something flash across his face – anger and a bit of aggression.

“Petey… you’re supposed to tell us when yer havin’ trouble with others… you remember that, right?” Kraglin asked carefully.

Peter looks down. “It don’t stop them…… they just do it worse after… Sure it stops for a little while but then they start up again harder then before….. nothing changes….. I work just as hard as everyone else….. but…….. I’m just the.. cargo…….. the one that ain’t supposed to be there….. captains pet terran…….. I don’t want to be a ravager anymore and….. don’t wanna get beaten no more but…… I don’t have any one one else…. and no where else to go……”

“Then we get rid of them!” Kraglin asserted. “Pete, you ain’t cargo anymore! An’ you ain’t a pet! An’ if nobody can get that, then Captain and I will deal with them!”

Mikey looked at Carlos, very confused and concerned. “What’s… what’s happening?”

Carlos sighed, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth slightly. “Pirates… aren’t the best company sometimes,” he said slowly. “We’ve had some issues with yahoos thinking… they can just bully someone without consequence.”

Looks up at him and sighs nodding. “I just don’t want to be the reason for another mutiny and it gets you all killed…I don’t wanna lose anyone else….”

“You ain’t gonna,” Kraglin told him. He pulled his arm from Peters grasp and wrapped it around the younger’s shoulders. “THe Cap’n’s too stubborn to leave this reality, and he ain’t going to leave you alone.”

Peter looks at him and nods leaning against him with a smile. “Thanks bro. Your always there for me. Love you.”

Kraglin smirked slightly. “Yeah… love you too,” he muttered quietly, almost as if he didn’t want Carlos or Mikey to hear.

Carlos smiled at the two of them, relieved that things didn’t seem to be going downhill in this instance.

Peter puts his arm around kraglins waist as they shop and points to a shelf of little cute plastic critters. “Dad would love these guys…”

Kraglin snorted. “He’s got enough junk…”

“Pick one out,” Carlos said. “Each of you. I think he’d like it if you guys were thinking of him.” He smiled at the two Ravagers.

“You too carlos…. so he has something from you to remember….” Looks at the figures and picks up a littlest pet shop pinkish purple glitter dragon and smiles. “It’s Head bobbles too! He’ll love it.”

Carlos blinked at Peter. He reached up and scratched the back of his head. “I… I dunno,” he said softly. “I- I mean, I don’t wanna contribute too much to his collection back on the Eclector…” That was a lie, really. Carlos just didn’t think he should be giving Yondu some mixed messages. If this morning was any indication, clearly the guy would have swept up Carlos and flown away the first chance he got. The problem was that real life was a thing… and there were consequences to that. Carlos had obligations on Earth and… he couldn’t just leave.

Kraglin frowned at Carlos a bit as he picked up a little critter that looked like a green reptile of sorts. God, these were sickeningly cute… Yondu would be all over them.

“Littlest pet shop…. good lord Krags… dad would collect them all… how many are there?!”

A teen girl starts digging through them to find one she wanted. “There are over 3,000 and I have nearly every one haha!”

Peters eyes get big looking to Kraglin. “3,000!!! Brooooo….. dad would go ape for these things! Common Carlos. You gotta chose one now. Gotta start Dad off with a new collection you know.”

“C’mon, Carlos, just grab one,” Mikey said with a grin.

Carlos mentally groaned at himself. But he turned to look over the selection. There were so many… he thought maybe he should pick one that looked closest to an actual animal to… kind of give Yondu an idea of what lived on Earth. There was a little white horse with a blond mane, and Carlos picked it up to look at it. It wasn’t any weird colors – the only thing strange was the outrageous eyes. Yeah, Yondu would like it.

Kraglin looked at the one Carlos picked and nodded, approving silently.

Peter chuckles at the pink dragon with glitter ✨. “We got snacks. Little cakes. Dad some little critters… hmmmm…” thinks as he looks around and spots something and grins running over to it. It was a big thick blanket he knew exactly would could use it. Halfnut. He always got so cold and this was one you plugged in and it was heated. And knowing Tullk he’d have a power cord adaptor for the plug. It was perfect.

Carlos looked at it with a raised eyebrow. “Who’s this for?” he asked Peter, genuinely curious.

“It’s for halfnut….you know how ever since getting spaced and so sick he gets really cold easy….. I think he’d like this and Tullk won’t have to worry as much that he’s to cold….”

“Oh, I see,” Carlos said, and he smiled. “That’s sweet of you, Petey.”

“The guy’s name is Half-nut?” Mikey asked.

“We got another guy named Scrote,” Kraglin told him. Mikey snorted before he started giggling.

Peter grins. “Yeah I laughed at that. He don’t get it though. His kind don’t have them soooo yeah. And half nuts real name is Jamie. He’s called halfnut more like a nick name because he glitches…. was a bad attack when I was a kid…. he kept me safe but got shot in the head…. he forgets, and stutters and repeats himself sometimes forgetting he already said it. He… uhh recently had a close encounter in space with no protection…. he gets cold easy now…. he’s… lucky he survived…”

“Oh geeze… sounds like it,” Mikey said.

Looks for a good color and finds a nice red and yellow on and smiles putting in the cart he thinks and sees a red black one too and looks to Kraglin but puts it back he had a mind he was coming back before they took off from the planet. “Ok… I think that’s it.”

“Alright,” Carlos said. “Let’s head to check-out.”

“Okay,” Mikey said as he started to wheel ahead – he’d be the one paying after all. “Oh – everybody wanna grab a drink from the refrigerators?”

Peter grins and pulls out a Dr Pepper and Tosses Kraglin one. “Trust me Bro. Just trust me.” Follows to the check out and starts putting everything on the Check out belt.

Kraglin looked at it. It seemed… unappetizing. His stomach was still moving around and he didn’t feel good enough to eat anything else. But he put the drink on the belt like everyone else did and he just stood back, waiting for Mikey to do his bargaining or whatever with the cashier.

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Peter nods. “Maybe people will stop hating me…. if I give them something tasty…….”

Kraglin frowned at that, while Carlos just looked concerned and Mikey looked uncomfortable. “Pete, that’s… that shouldn’t be a reason to hand out snacks,” Carlos said gently.

“It ain’t your business if they don’t like ya,” Kraglin told Peter. “Concern yourself with only the IMPORTANT people likin’ you.”

“….but if they stop hating me…. they will stop beating on me……. they won’t hurt me anymore….. “

Kraglin tensed and Carlos had something flash across his face – anger and a bit of aggression.

“Petey… you’re supposed to tell us when yer havin’ trouble with others… you remember that, right?” Kraglin asked carefully.

Peter looks down. “It don’t stop them…… they just do it worse after… Sure it stops for a little while but then they start up again harder then before….. nothing changes….. I work just as hard as everyone else….. but…….. I’m just the.. cargo…….. the one that ain’t supposed to be there….. captains pet terran…….. I don’t want to be a ravager anymore and….. don’t wanna get beaten no more but…… I don’t have any one one else…. and no where else to go……”

“Then we get rid of them!” Kraglin asserted. “Pete, you ain’t cargo anymore! An’ you ain’t a pet! An’ if nobody can get that, then Captain and I will deal with them!”

Mikey looked at Carlos, very confused and concerned. “What’s… what’s happening?”

Carlos sighed, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth slightly. “Pirates… aren’t the best company sometimes,” he said slowly. “We’ve had some issues with yahoos thinking… they can just bully someone without consequence.”

Looks up at him and sighs nodding. “I just don’t want to be the reason for another mutiny and it gets you all killed…I don’t wanna lose anyone else….”

“You ain’t gonna,” Kraglin told him. He pulled his arm from Peters grasp and wrapped it around the younger’s shoulders. “THe Cap’n’s too stubborn to leave this reality, and he ain’t going to leave you alone.”

Peter looks at him and nods leaning against him with a smile. “Thanks bro. Your always there for me. Love you.”

Kraglin smirked slightly. “Yeah… love you too,” he muttered quietly, almost as if he didn’t want Carlos or Mikey to hear.

Carlos smiled at the two of them, relieved that things didn’t seem to be going downhill in this instance.

Peter puts his arm around kraglins waist as they shop and points to a shelf of little cute plastic critters. “Dad would love these guys…”

Kraglin snorted. “He’s got enough junk…”

“Pick one out,” Carlos said. “Each of you. I think he’d like it if you guys were thinking of him.” He smiled at the two Ravagers.

“You too carlos…. so he has something from you to remember….” Looks at the figures and picks up a littlest pet shop pinkish purple glitter dragon and smiles. “It’s Head bobbles too! He’ll love it.”

Carlos blinked at Peter. He reached up and scratched the back of his head. “I… I dunno,” he said softly. “I- I mean, I don’t wanna contribute too much to his collection back on the Eclector…” That was a lie, really. Carlos just didn’t think he should be giving Yondu some mixed messages. If this morning was any indication, clearly the guy would have swept up Carlos and flown away the first chance he got. The problem was that real life was a thing… and there were consequences to that. Carlos had obligations on Earth and… he couldn’t just leave.

Kraglin frowned at Carlos a bit as he picked up a little critter that looked like a green reptile of sorts. God, these were sickeningly cute… Yondu would be all over them.

“Littlest pet shop…. good lord Krags… dad would collect them all… how many are there?!”

A teen girl starts digging through them to find one she wanted. “There are over 3,000 and I have nearly every one haha!”

Peters eyes get big looking to Kraglin. “3,000!!! Brooooo….. dad would go ape for these things! Common Carlos. You gotta chose one now. Gotta start Dad off with a new collection you know.”

“C’mon, Carlos, just grab one,” Mikey said with a grin.

Carlos mentally groaned at himself. But he turned to look over the selection. There were so many… he thought maybe he should pick one that looked closest to an actual animal to… kind of give Yondu an idea of what lived on Earth. There was a little white horse with a blond mane, and Carlos picked it up to look at it. It wasn’t any weird colors – the only thing strange was the outrageous eyes. Yeah, Yondu would like it.

Kraglin looked at the one Carlos picked and nodded, approving silently.

Peter chuckles at the pink dragon with glitter ✨. “We got snacks. Little cakes. Dad some little critters… hmmmm…” thinks as he looks around and spots something and grins running over to it. It was a big thick blanket he knew exactly would could use it. Halfnut. He always got so cold and this was one you plugged in and it was heated. And knowing Tullk he’d have a power cord adaptor for the plug. It was perfect.

Carlos looked at it with a raised eyebrow. “Who’s this for?” he asked Peter, genuinely curious.

“It’s for halfnut….you know how ever since getting spaced and so sick he gets really cold easy….. I think he’d like this and Tullk won’t have to worry as much that he’s to cold….”

“Oh, I see,” Carlos said, and he smiled. “That’s sweet of you, Petey.”

“The guy’s name is Half-nut?” Mikey asked.

“We got another guy named Scrote,” Kraglin told him. Mikey snorted before he started giggling.

Peter grins. “Yeah I laughed at that. He don’t get it though. His kind don’t have them soooo yeah. And half nuts real name is Jamie. He’s called halfnut more like a nick name because he glitches…. was a bad attack when I was a kid…. he kept me safe but got shot in the head…. he forgets, and stutters and repeats himself sometimes forgetting he already said it. He… uhh recently had a close encounter in space with no protection…. he gets cold easy now…. he’s… lucky he survived…”

“Oh geeze… sounds like it,” Mikey said.

Looks for a good color and finds a nice red and yellow on and smiles putting in the cart he thinks and sees a red black one too and looks to Kraglin but puts it back he had a mind he was coming back before they took off from the planet. “Ok… I think that’s it.”

“Alright,” Carlos said. “Let’s head to check-out.”

“Okay,” Mikey said as he started to wheel ahead – he’d be the one paying after all. “Oh – everybody wanna grab a drink from the refrigerators?”