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    " ... "

The silence is pointed and sharp and could probably be used as a deadly weapon, or at least to inflict grievous bodily harm.

        "You attacked a man, he robbed you, and you          want me to do something about it. Let's see:          my choices here are either to escort you from          the premises, or to arrest you. I'll let you decide,          shall I?"

            “Well,… I suppose I’m just a very honest person now.”

          “I might have attacked him first. Will that                 be a problem ? ” Angel smile, Peter,                            come on. You can do it.

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      "You got robbed. You got robbed.                       You got robbed.

And you decided to report it? I thought criminals such as yourself had your own ways of dealing with things."

                 ” Well, —— surprise !                      Don’t worry. You’ll be happy to hear                      that I wasn’t the culprit this time. You                      won’t  believe  it  but  I  got  robbed.”

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   "More responsibility, more shit. Ever     see a smiling Denarian? No. And     that's because we're all miserable     bastards who are forced to work     Sundays."

            “Hey, it’s not like I haven’t worked here before.                      It’s just more responsibility, is it not?”

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    " -- try telling that lie again when you're not       standing in a fully classified area, surrounded       by, let's see:

                    three,                        four,                           five!

                              Five unconscious members of      the Novacorps. Might be a little more credible."

"Whatever it was…that was not me."

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    " ---- I have this secret hope, Quill. It's ardent and     impassioned and backed up by intense prayer. It's     the hope that when I open my eyes, you will not, in     fact, be here."

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    "Your optimism astounds me. I give it a shelf life     of, ooh, one weekend-shift."

              “Well, there are people who actually enjoy                    their job. It can’t be that bad —— ?”

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       "--yes, well, I doubt we'll be so lucky         twice in a row."

He brandishes his tablet, swipes a finger across the screen to send the file its displaying to her own.

              "Hence, the new defense plans."

  "Don’t we all?"

(She chuckles, though it sounded a little wan.)

"It could have been so much worse. We were lucky."

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[ sorry I disappeared, I had a thesis to write. Starters? ]

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     " -- welcome to that glorious perk of your        promotion: even longer hours."

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     ❝Not that I'm ungrateful, but a city to         come back to would also be great.❞

And right now, they're just holding Ronan off, nothing more.  They can  only do this  for so long. He guns his ships engines again, adds a little  more acceleration  against the thrust of the Dark Aster.

         ❝Don't suppose there's a part two you're             willing to share with me.❞

              ❝ well, they ain’t slowin’ down, so i don’t              think you got a better plan. we’re getting              y’people out pretty good as-is. ❞

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    "--oh, so you were succeeding in breaking in to      a secure Nova Corps building?

             That doesn't exactly help your case."

Were people always this stupid? Had they really been this stupid when he'd first joined Nova Corps? Surely not. Surely he would barely have lasted a week before he rolled his eyes and called it enough.

       "----Terra," he completes for her, another        glance down at the scanner. "You know,        I know  another Terran.  I'm beginning to        think this is a species thing."

Another harsh sigh, eyes cast heavenward as though appealing for divine aid in his plight.

             "I can't just let you off with a warning because               you asked. What kind of a criminal justice               system would that be?"

Aether narrowed her eyes. “I was not ‘attempting’ anything.” She had just about managed to get in, even with her limited power. Matter manipulation was what she was best at and it was something useful when breaking into a building. 

She had being trying to reach Vis, her brother… Getting in hadn’t been as easy as she’d thought and now she was glad she hadn’t managed it. They might have figured out who she was if she’d managed to get to her sibling. 

"I… Please. Can you not let me off with a warning? I have not even been to this world before! I am from…" And she couldn’t say Earth because they didn’t have the right spaceships to get here but surely she would come up on scanners as Midgardian. "Please…" 

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"Nova Prime."

   After one week in a coma and two    in a hyperbaric chamber, fractures    and burns and a really, really bad    migraine?

       (The last possibly just a residual from         dealing with Quill & co.)

"I preferred last month, when no one blew me up."

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"Saal. How are you holding up?"

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The sharpness in  her tone doesn't  seem to faze him. If anything, it's a reflection of his own, most days, and even if the  planet's unfamiliar, it seems  like manage- ment is the same everywhere. "-- ah, good. So you are --"

            (he checks the portable screen, mindful              of strange names and ranks and all the              unfamiliar trappings)

                          "-- Director Hill?  Denarian Saal,  of Nova Corps. Trust me, I'd also be thrilled to get back to my actual job, so let's just get this done, shall we?"

  She’s no fan of diplomacy, either, and she’s even less of a fan of aliens. In her experience, aliens spell trouble— even Thor brought his own special brand of baggage that had left her a hell of a mess to clean up.

And Maria’s got a feeling this guy isn’t going to be much better. Not with an opening line like that. 

(Suddenly, she finds herself missing the  Asgardians. A pain in the ass, yes, but  at least they’re polite.)

"If you want refreshments, find them yourself.  Take a nap on your own time, and there’s a  window if you’re that desperate for a change  in scenery.”

The acting director of S.H.I.E.L.D. is a busy woman, and the patience she has for this kind of bullshit is exactly zero.

"I’d prefer to get you off my planet as soon  as possible, which I can’t do if you’re going  to test my patience with whining. So whatever  bug you have up your ass about all this, I  suggest you kill it now. I don’t have time for it.”

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   " -- you don't say."

A brief, awkward silence follows. Saal glances towards the wall-panel, which has failed to register any unauthorised intrusion, and back to the unexpected stranger.

           "I don't suppose there's any chance             you're  not  going  to prove  to be a             complete and utter  pain in my ass             within the next ten minutes?"

                   the over exuberant character within                said box has very little qualms with                appearing in offices, mind you, but                this isn’t where he intended to go.  

      “ hello, pl—- “        not what he        was expecting.

                            “ oh. thi’ is no’ where i wanted t’ go. “ 

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      Diplomacy.

Not his favourite thing, especially when it requires him to travel cross-galaxy  and onto  a planet that's barely managed to explore its own solar system.

           Especially not his favourite thing when            he ends  up sitting  in an  empty office            that looks exactly the same as his own,            w a i t i n g.

So when he hears the door open --      

    " ---  I'm not sure if I'd prefer you to be the person       I'm here to meet with,    or someone offering me       refreshments. Maybe a nap. Change of scenery,       even."

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    Garthan Saal is not a man espeically prone     to speechlessness. Then again, nor is he a     man especially prone to witnessing strange,     blue boxes appearing  out of nowhere in his     office.

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    " -- obviously."

You'd think at some point that people would come up with a  slightly more  original excuse.  At least something that would give him a good laugh.

          " So when  you were  picked up  by these             wrong people -- namely Corpsman Rosek             and his partner -- you were not..."

  (he glances back down at the portable        screen in his hand, raises an eyebrow            and returns his gaze to her.)

                  "...'attempting to break into a secure Nova Corps                    building'"?

  Aether sighed, resisting the urge to glare at him. “Obviously not. I was picked up by the wrong people.” She said calmly.