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“Go go go go go!” Peter’s voice sounds from behind you as you rush into the ship, climbing the ladder to the controls. He’s right behind you after shutting the hatch door, and the gunshots rock the ship as you try to get airborne. 

Finally, you’re up and away, and both you and Peter sit in the same chair, you practically on top of him. “What the he’ll did we steal for all that violence?” You ask. Reaching in his pocket, Peter pulls out a purple gem, no bigger then your thumbnail, and your eyes grow wide. Even with its small size, it’s beautiful. 

“This,” he says, twisting the jewel around in his hand, “is worth all the money you can imagine. A certain Lord would pay a lot for this.“ 

Mouth still wide open, you take the gem and twist it around, watching as it’s colors shift from shades of purple to blue, just by how the light hits it. "It’s beautiful." 

"Yeah, it is,” Peter responds, and you don’t know he’s looking at you, not the gem. 

Giving it back to him, you stand up. “So, where to next, Starlord?" 

He grins. "It sounds weird when you say it." 

"Shut up.”