The Guardians of the Galaxy

"Rocket" Transport Vessel

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a part of The Guardians of the Galaxy, by Wet Matches.

A retrofitted transport vessel that is able to accommodate up to 10 passengers. The Rocket has upgraded defense and weapons systems, including an optimal FTL drive.

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"Rocket" Transport Vessel

A retrofitted transport vessel that is able to accommodate up to 10 passengers. The Rocket has upgraded defense and weapons systems, including an optimal FTL drive.

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"Rocket" Transport Vessel is a part of The Guardians of the Galaxy.

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Magnus [2] The Robot Fighter from Earth 3927, 4000 AD
Knostiis (Vaughn Quatermass) [2] Current Arbitrator Supreme
King Moth [2] "If I'm stuck with this, might as well save the galaxy."
Sheriff Ultra [2] Zaaaaht!
Mis.Shift (Negative Zone Alliance) [2] Patroller of the 'Negative Barriers'
Star Lord [1] "What? I always have a back up plan... just give me time to come up with one!"

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Character Portrait: King Moth Character Portrait: Sheriff Ultra Character Portrait: Knostiis (Vaughn Quatermass) Character Portrait: Magnus Character Portrait: Mis.Shift (Negative Zone Alliance)

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The illustrious band of hazy green stars flicker against the sleek armor of an approaching commercial vessel. The most consistent name given to this galaxy is, The Dragon Spire, for its coiled reptilian-like formation and color. Looking outside from the ship's viewports, remnants of an old galactic war can be seen as the space craft passes through cluttered fields of junked warships. The passengers on board this vessel contain the remaining candidates left from the Guardian trials. They were separated from previous evaluations: Each person was assigned into a group out of five with one of the Guardians of the Galaxy as their representatives.

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Star-Lord - Magnus

Rocket Raccoon - Sheriff Ultra

Drax - Knostiis

Gamora - Mis.Shift

Groot - King Moth


Out of the thousands that participated in the try outs, it has come down to these final five. Some may upkeep their resiliency and await what the Guardians of the Galaxy have yet to throw at them. Others may be doubtful of their own abilities, or perhaps curious of the others - where they're from and what their capabilities are. Nothing was said to the candidates about what the final exam would entail. The only hint given is the ominous display of wrecked ships floating around them. The transport vessel is called the 578-R Transporter, but the Guardians have retrofitted it with advanced defense and weapons systems to be able to handle its own in a tight pinch. Rocket Raccoon has dubbed it the Rocket, much to the Guardian's disapproval. The entire crew maintaining the vessel consists of robotic units, designed to function according to their given tasks, but all would be able to assist their passengers to the best of their abilities. Displayed in holo form in almost every corner of the "Rocket" is a layout of the entire ship. Just then an announcement is heard over the comm by one of the piloting robot units:

Attention all candidates. ETA in 02 hours and 15 minutes. Please enjoy our accommodations. Please note that the Bridge and Engine Room are off-limits. If you have any questions or concerns, please ask any of the attending units and they'll be happy to assist you.

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Character Portrait: King Moth Character Portrait: Sheriff Ultra Character Portrait: Star Lord Character Portrait: Knostiis (Vaughn Quatermass) Character Portrait: Magnus Character Portrait: Mis.Shift (Negative Zone Alliance)

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The transport was far too confining for Knostiis, seeing as he was use to flying threw vast voids of space with millions of light years between the tip of his wings and the nearest physical object. This vessel's configuration did little to alleviate the feeling of crampedness and confinement which the interior of the yellow ship evoked. The only vantage point which would allow one to gaze outside the vessel was an extremely small porthole at the height of the stairway, on the way to the bridge.

It was here where the width of the ship was the lest bulky, a fact which didn't sit well with Knostiis, it was a sure point of weakness in an otherwise sturdy vessel. There was a second port on the opposite side of the ship beneath front light fixture, but that was blocked off by the bulked which consisted of several feet of steel.

Everyone had been forbidden to enter the bridge and even though the stairwell leading to it was far more confining then any other part of the vessel it was there that Knostiis felt the best standing-The porthole giving Knostiis access to veiw the stars.

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In stark contrast to Knostiis and his ill-feelings toward being packed into a small transport ship like so many sardines in a tin can, was Mis.Shift and her well adjusted acquiescence to the whole ordeal. She remained in her seat during the entire journey, on the inside Shift was just as frazzled as she assumed the others were at this point.

She had gotten out of her assigned seat just a single time when she attempted to open the door to the Airlock, not knowing that while in flight mode and under monitored conditions the airlock was closed up tight.

Shift had seen many strange visitors to the Negative Zone, both friendly and enemy alike, but the beings presented here were far more interesting to her, and Mis.Shift did indeed wonder about them. They in no doubt were wondereing about her and Knostiis as well.

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How degrading it was to have to fall back to such a lowly state. A regal member of the Uratoran Primary Family forced out of his dominant appearance of 53 meters and 44,000 tons, numbers that always impressed his more elite brothers. Whenever they were off against some gargantuan opponent of innumerable might, he would be often one of the first to rise to the challenge, and prove his worth as a bringer of the righteous law, his mastery over his varied skills as a giant peacekeeper. How he was to be apart of this new generation of his people by donning the second shade, blue, with his red on the silver body he possessed that appeared to be some kind of costume rather than an actual body.

He stood alone against a wall, arms down and his figure still very tense. He was not so quick to allow himself rest when he thirsted for justice against the scum of the stars. How great he could have been. Instead he had been reduced down to a pitiful size and forced to leave his home for a time. He forced himself to do so, but at the same time, he hated himself for having to resort to such an idea, now working under another group of cosmic policemen who he would likely have to take orders from. He'd likely be limited in his power usage, their enemies likely to be far below fifty meters in height.

Assigned to him was a being known as 'Rocket Raccoon.' A small, yet intelligent creature, yet for all the interest he gained from the stories about the champion of galactic law, he was secretly disappointed to learn it was a smaller 'critter.' Smaller than the Sheriff in base form. The disappointment wasn't all too big though. He'd get past it later once they fought alongside each other. Then there were the others within this ship, like the fellow with the wings. While the Sheriff could size down and be fairly comfortable, this fellow was stuck with his wings.

Still, he could find some way to enjoy the lounge once he grew used to this organization...