Star Fleet vs Space Raccoons [tag: Chevok]

[Rocket]

NEVER FORGET WHERE YOU'RE FROM. NEVER GIVE UP.
. I can't hurt, but I still feel, I know that life's a battle field. When the time's get tough, I'm a soldier .

Rocket couldn't believe it. He'd been off, mindin' his own business' and this damn ship went in and scooped him up. He'd come in fire blazing however, he was a good shot but he didn't kill anyone. He knew a grave situation when he saw one, too many people. If he killed anyone, well they might just skin him. Injuring would probably get him locked away. From there he could manage his escape, screw up their ship, nab an escape pod and blow this popsicle stand. Head back to Dakkam and pick up his ship. Finish his head hunting and get on with his life. What caught him off guard however was the race of those currently trying to shackle his wrists.

Humans. Mostly, they were soft, mushy little humans. He'd only seen a handful of humans outing the galaxy, as far as he'd been aware they weren't much for long-distance space travel. He supposed he would have to rethink that one. He smirked as once more the shackles proved too large for him, however a man resorted to a bit of rope, or wire. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was twisted around his wrists and tightened to hold them in front of his furry body. He could tell for the most part, the humans were as shocked to see him, as he was to see them. He bared his teeth at the nearest one "Lay off, stop starin'. Take a picture pal, it'll last longer." he drawled at him.

Rocket lifted his gaze to the fellow that seemed to bin charge. Young for a human. Handsome by their tastes no doubt. Big blue eyes. No doubt discussing what to do with him. Rocket twitched his ears and ignored the sounds of the ship (the ship, he was far more interested in them the humans. He yearned to pick her apart and learn what made her hum so beautifully) "Oi capstan." he called with a smirk. "How about you kiss my furry butt and lemme go! I wasn't doing anythin'."

Well, he didn't get either of his requests. Instead the man said something about a cage and Rocket rolled his eyes. The kennel jokes. Always with the kennel jokes. He didn't give the guy another response and looked up at the Chekov person they called over to take him to his cell. Younger even then the captain, scrawny. Well this he could take, he bared his fangs in what could be a smile up at the lad and gestured with his bound hands "Lead the way kiddo." he drawled with a snort through his muzzle.

So, plan was, follow this kid to where ever he intended to take him, distract, distract, distract and then kick him in the shin hard enough to pause him, get him down and out and then worry about the rope. He glanced up at the roof and the walls. There was a ventilation system, he knew there had to be. Humans needed O2 as much as he did, so their ships had to supply that through the whole place. He was pretty expert at scampering through air ducts. This would be a cake walk once he got away from the group. The captain seemed to not think he was a threat. Good. Rocket loved when people he intended to dupe underestimated him.

"What kinda propulsion system does this beauty run on?" Rocket asked his little yellow-jacketed escort. "How big is she? She looked huge." He asked as well, curious, ears perked in interest. He was more of a small ship kinda guy, fast and quick and easy to get in and out with. But he could appreciate this big gal and all that she could contain in her vast belly. The crew looked massive. This would be able to take on a huge force. Perhaps.

WORDS: six.five.six.
TAGGED:hatter & chekov.
SONG:army of one. bon jovi.
CREDIT:you're lookin' at her.