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's AU character design for Lylla Otter (on his Twitter).

His work made me imagine an AU reboot of the Rocket Raccoon comics where Rocket, Lylla and friends are mercenaries. A kind of blend story-wise and aesthetically of the comics with the movies, but leaning more towards the comics.

Though I tried my best, I don't think I did the design justice. I have a long way to go before I'm good enough to do it properly. Some day.", "writing": "The cold green light of the artificial sun bares down on Halfworld. \n\nThe criss-cross of rusted steel rafters scatters the light as it weaves its way down to the exercise yard below. \n\nThe yard is paved with sickly lime green astro turf, surrounded by tall steel-and-concrete walls on all sides. One of the walls has thick, steel automatic doors, with rusted edges. The walls are adorned with posters of a proud looking man in a purple cape, a stylised green sun shining behind him. In white block letters, the text reads \"YOU ARE THE FUTURE\", \"SERVE THE GREATER GOOD\", and \"EVOLUTION\".\n\nA bullet strikes one of the posters from below, causing it to catch fire. The edges of the poster curl and blacken as it succumbs to the flames.\n\n\"Get on the floor, traitor!\" a blue-furred hare yells at a dusty grey raccoon. Both animals stand on their hind legs, their blasters pointed at each other. Smoke is still rising from the raccoon's. \n\nThe hare wears a silver helmet covering the top half of his face, and one of his ears. A red visor over his eyes. One of his legs is replaced by a robotic one, with sharp clawed toes. The raccoon wears a studded black wristband on one arm, and a hazard-orange utility belt around his waist. Both animals' bodies are marred with scars, and little cogs and bolts sticking out of their fur.\n\n\"Make me, bootlicker.\" The raccoon says back with a smirk. \"You don't have the guts.\"\n\nA group of robot rats, lizards and squirrels race out from the automatic doors, and surround the raccoon, armed with various weapons - but he just smirks and casually twirls the smoking blaster in his hand.\n\n\"I said get on the floor, bitch\" the hare repeats, prodding the raccoon's throat with his gun.\n\n\"Oh, Blackjack.\" The raccoon says with a laugh. \"You're so gullible, I almost feel sorry for you.\"\n\nBlackjack has only a split second for the look of panic to register on his face, before the ground beneath his feet is ruptured by several fiery, orange explosions. He dives to the floor, shielding his face and ears with his arms. His face visibly winces with each defeaning bang.\n\nThe robots are blown to pieces, the scent of burning kerosene filling the air as their mechanical insides fall out and their fuel tanks rupture.\n\nA sleek, curvy spacecraft hovers near the platform, and green steam fills the air as the door slides open. \n\nA brown otter hops out from the craft, her soft hindfeet making a delicate little thud as she gracefully lands between patches of smoking, melting astroturf. Her body, too, is peppered with scars, gears and bolts, though they're mostly hidden beneath her regal, pale gold coloured satin belt, and her gold-rimmed, hooded little black cloak. She wears a purple gem on her forehead, and another bigger one on the side of her belt. One of her arms has been replaced with a simple chrome-black robot arm, but its in good condition.\n\nThe otter walks up to the raccoon, and pulls a wad of cash from inside her belt, placing it in the raccoon's hands with a nonchalant smirk and half-lidded eyes. The raccoon's tail wags and his ears perk up as he counts the money.\n\nThe otter kicks the blaster out of the fallen bunny's hand. The bunny yelps as the otter picks him up off the ground by the scruff of his blue fuzzy neck.\n\n\"Unhand me! Rebel scum! His Highness will gut you!\" The rabbit protests as he squirms helplessly.\n\n\"You're cute, Blackjack.\" The otter says in her silky voice, as she places a webbed hand over Blackjacks's face, discreetly holding a little handkerchief. Blackjack swiftly loses consciousness, his big bunny ears going limp as he slumps in the otter's arms.\n\nThe otter gently hoists the bunny over his shoulders. She looks back over her shoulder at the raccoon. \"You know, Rocket... You're going to be a wanted animal after this. It won't be safe for you here on Halfworld.\"\n\nRocket twirls his blaster and stuffs it in his belt. \"You saying you want me to join you, Lylla?\"\n\nLylla grins, her little otter fangs twinkling. Her tapered tail makes a gentle swish. \"I wouldn't mind extending our business relationship. Oh, and that's Lady Lylla to you, thank you.\"\n\nRocket makes the wad of cash into a fan, and uses it to cool himself as he follows Lylla into her ship. \"If you keep paying me this well - count me in.\"\n\nHyrdaulics sound as the door closes behind them. The spacecraft disappears in a sleek streak of green steam.\n\n•\n\nBlackjack wakes to find himself in a clean and shiny steel cell, his arm chained to the wall behind him. He snarls, his eyes darting around as he scans for an escape. His little bunny tail vibrates in sync with the faint, spacey rumble of the ship's hyperdrive engine.\n\nThe barred door slides open, and Lylla walks in, lifting Blackjack by his chin.\n\n\"Let go of me, weasel!\" He demands, kicking Lylla in the belly.\n\nLylla lets out a little gasp, and stumbles back a couple steps. But she quickly recovers, dusting herself off and straightening the jewel on her forehead. She takes out her blaster from her cloak, making Blackjack flinch. \"Now now, there's no need for that.\"\n\n\"Where are you taking me? Who's paying you! I'll have your head!\"\n\nLylla gives Blackjack a condescending pat on the head, ruffling his ears. The rabbit crosses his arms and looks away, his hindpaw thumping.\n\n\"This is my own personal project. You've been a thorn in my side too long, bunny boy. So from now on, I'm keeping you right here where you can't make any trouble.\"\n\nBlackjack's nose twitches, and his hands tremble a little. \"No, wait. I know what you fo to your enemies. You're barbaric. Let me go, I'll do anything.\"\n\nLylla covers her whiskered muzzle with a paw, and chuckles. \"You actually believe all that stuff, huh? Poor, gullible muffin.\"\n\n\"Why wouldn't I believe it?\"\n\nLylla softly shakes her head, closing her eyes with a faint smile. \"You're just one of the High Evolutionary's toys. He'll tell you whatever you need to hear to keep you in line.\"\n\n\"I'm not a toy! I'm the next stage of evolution, a stepping stone to a brighter galaxy. And you and your disgusting raccoon boyfriend would be too, if you didn't betray us like this.\"\n\nThe fur of Lylla's tail stands on end, and her face goes pink. \"H-h-hey now! Who said anything about boyfriend? It's not like that!\"\n\nBlackjack raises an eyebrow. \"I hit a nerve?\"\n\n\"Hmph. You keep your mouth shut, you scruffy carrot-muncher.\" Lylla says with a gentle snort, making her whiskers lift. She stomps away, closing the cell door behind her.\n\nBlackjack sticks out his tongue as she walks off.\n\n•\n\nRocket lays back in the hot pink leather chair, steering the ship with his feet on the pink, glittery wheel as he sips a cocktail. Lylla gasps as she walks into the cockpit, and slaps Rocket across the back of his head with the tip of her tail.\n\n\"Ow! Hey! What was that for?\" Snarls Rocket.\n\n\"Get your feet off my wheel, scoundrel.\" Lylla says, trying to stifle a giggle. \"That's nasty.\"\n\nRocket raises an eyebrow at Lylla, planting his feet on the ground and steerimg with his tail instead. \"As you wish, your Highness\" he says slyly.\n\nLylla tail-slaps him again, slightly harder.\n\n\"Owie! Geez... Okay already.\" Rocket says as he concedes defeat, sitting up straight and steering with his hands.\n\nLylla plops herself down in the seat beside him, hands behind her head with a satisfied smile. \"Atta boy.\"\n\nRocket growls, his cheeks growing a little rosy. He looks away. \"Don't talk to me like that, I'm a grown raccoon, not some kit.\"\n\nSuddenly, the ship is rocked violently, a loud metallic creaking piercing both animals' ears. They yelp and put their hands over their ears.\n\nRocket jumps out of his seats and grabs his blaster. \"Freakin robots. They must have tracked us.\"\n\nSeveral robot animals stream into the cockpit, peppering Rocket and Lylla with gunfire. Rocket and Lylla take cover behind their chairs and fire back, shredding the robots to pieces. \n\nFrom behind the robots, the huge silhouette of a walrus appears. He flicks aside the burning kerosene with his flipper. Lylla fires several shots at him, but he rolls a grenade towards her. \"Oh shit-\" is all she has time to say, before it explodes, tossing her across the cockpit. She falls limp on the control panel, the blaster weakly spilling out of her hand.\n\nRocket lets out a loud growl, and grabs a comically large machine gun from below his chair, with a huge revolving chamber.\n\n\"Wait-wait a minute\" the walrus says in a deep but surprisingly mellow voice. \"We can talk this over.\"\n\nRocket looks over at Lylla laying limp over the console, then back at the walrus. He snarls, scrunching up his little nose. \"Talk it over in hell.\" \n\nThe walrus flees down the corridor and into the prison bay as shots rain around him, Rocket blasting the huge firearm with reckless abandon. The walrus dives onto the floor and covers the back of his head with his flippers, closing his eyes and wincing.\n\nRocket points the gun at the back of the walrus' head, about to end him, when his attention is caught ny the heavy scarring all over the walrus's back. \n\nRocket's expression softens, and he lowers the gun. \"Damn, they really messed you up, huh? I thought I had it bad.\"\n\n\"So you won't kill me?\" The walrus asks, looking over his shoulder with hopeful puppy eyes.\n\nWith a loud metallic clank, Rocket smacks the walrus over the head with the giant gun, knocking him out cold. \"I won't. But that doesn't mean I trust ya.\"\n\nSuddenly, Rocket gets pounced from behind by Blackjack, tackling him to the tiled floor and making him drop his gun. Rocket rolls onto his back, trying to kick the rabbit off of him with his hind legs, but Blackjack tanks the hits easuly and punches Rocket hard across the mouth.\n\nRocket yelps, blood spilling from his muzzle. \n\nHe exchanges a flurry of punches with Blackjack, but the rabbit punches harder and faster. Rocket quickly starts to weaken, his vision growing blurry and his body growing slack. The last thing Rocket feels is Blackjack grabbing a clump of his chest fur and lifting him up, before smashing his muzzle with a brutal left hook.\n\nRocket's soft form lays sprawled on the floor.\n\nBlackjack places a blue furry foot on Rocket's chest, beaming with pride. But it's short-lived as two brown webbed hands wrap around his throat from behind.\n\nBlackjack kicks and squirms for a couple seconds as Lylla chokes him out, a cold, stern expression on her face, a slightly sadistic twinkle in her eye, the corner of her mouth turned up.\n\nBlackjack slumps to the floor.\n\nLylla lets go of him. She saunters over to Rocket, and scoops him up in her arms.\n\nRocket weakly opens his eyes. \"Ugh... My head.\"\n\nLylla giggles down at him. \"You can't fight for shit~\"\n\nRocket blushes and pouts. \"Oh yeah? I could kick your ass, princess.\"\n\nLylla gently places Rocket back on his hindlegs, before covering her mouth and giggling. She gently places a paw on Rocket's cheek, leaning in close and whispering. \"I could end you before you landed a single punch, sweetheart.\"\n\nRocket's tail frizzes up, and his cheeks grow bright. He stammers and stutters over his words as Lylla casually walks off like nothing happened. She drags the slack, heavy forms of the walrus and rabbit into a cell together, and locks them in. She dusts her hands off smugly, while making eye contact with Rocket. He looks away to the side a little, failing to hide his faint smile and wagging tail. The corner of Lylla's mouth rises with satisfaction, making her long whiskers twitch.\n\n•\n\nRocket and Lylla are relaxing in the cockpit, on their reclining chairs, slowly orbiting a vast green planet with the vaster arc of the galaxy behind it. The steering wheel turning itself - autopilot on.Rocket tries to put his feet up on the dash again, and Lylla's tail slaps them away without missing a beat.\n\n\"HELP!\" they suddenly hear from deep within the ship behind them.\n\nThey both jump out of their chairs. Lylla grabs her blaster. Rocket grabs his, then hesitates, before toasing it askde and grabbing the giant machine gun instead. Lylla rolls her eyes.\n\nLylla and Rocket race through the corridor, and into the prison bay, where they find Blackjack hyperventilating. The walrus has a flipper around Blackjack's back, rubbing it slowly, trying to soothe him.\n\n\"What's all the fuss?\" Rocket says, his eyes darting around the room.\n\nBlackjack, with a trembly hand, passes Rocket his visor through the cell bars. Rocket's ears fold back as he reads it. \"Kill switch activated. Subjects ROCKET, WAL RUS, O'HARE to be terminated in 04:39.\" The number cointing down every second.\n\n\"Shit! Lylla, they're gonna kill us.\" Rocket says, looking at her with pleading eyes.\n\nLylla crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. \"Well, what are you gonna do about it, recruit? Consider this your training mission.\"\n\n\"What?!\" Rocket shouts. \"We'll die! How are you so-\"\n\nLylla walks up to Rocket, shaking her head softly. She places a paw on his shoulder. \"If you want me to hire you, you have to learn how to use that clever head of yours, even under pressure . So take a deep breath, get it together, and then you tell me how you're gonna get us out of this.\"\n\nRocket sighs, looking down at the floor. He looks back up at Lylla with a little intensity in his eyes. \"Well... The Bureau usually... Cuts corners on their transistors... So... A strong magnetic pulse might disable the kill switches before they can do any harm.\"\n\nLylla pats Rocket's cheek, making his face redden again. \"Atta boy.\"\n\nRocket barks and looks away. \"Stop saying that!\"\n\nLylla ignores him, and casually pulls out a big horseshoe magnet from her cloak, waving it over her three companions. Thwy all flinch for a second, and the text disappears from the visor in Rocket's hand, before beimg replaced with \"contact with kill switch lost. Command failed.\"\n\nBlackjack and Wal Rus look up at Rocket and Lylla with starry eyes.\n\n\"You saved us.\" Rus says with a soft smile.\n\nBlackjack looks down. \"They were gonna kill us... After everything I did for the bastards...\" He looks down at his metallic foot, his eyes tearing up a little.\n\nLylla's smug smile softens to a gentle look of concern. She unlocks the cell door, then gives Blackjack a tight hug, patting him on the back. \"This is a big moment, but you'll get through it, okay? You're strong.\"\n\nBlackjack nods weakly, wiping silent tears away with a blue fluffy hand.\n\nRocket watches on, tilting his head, his own eyes a bit starry, his tail making a gentle wag, at the sight of this softer side to Lylla.\n\nLylla looks over at Rocket, and he quickly stands himself up straight, trying to look up at the ceiling disinterested.\n\n\"Well, Rocket, looks like I got myself a crew.\" She says, gently letting go of Blackjack, giving him one last pat on the back. \"I planned for this to happen all along, I'm a tactical genius.\"\n\nRocket raises an eyebrow. \"It was an accident, wasn't it?\"\n\nLylla grins. \"I haven't the slightest clue how I'm going to pay any of you. Let's go steal something.\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The cold green light of the artificial sun bares down on Halfworld.

The criss-cross of rusted steel rafters scatters the light as it weaves its way down to the exercise yard below.

The yard is paved with sickly lime green astro turf, surrounded by tall steel-and-concrete walls on all sides. One of the walls has thick, steel automatic doors, with rusted edges. The walls are adorned with posters of a proud looking man in a purple cape, a stylised green sun shining behind him. In white block letters, the text reads "YOU ARE THE FUTURE", "SERVE THE GREATER GOOD", and "EVOLUTION".

A bullet strikes one of the posters from below, causing it to catch fire. The edges of the poster curl and blacken as it succumbs to the flames.

"Get on the floor, traitor!" a blue-furred hare yells at a dusty grey raccoon. Both animals stand on their hind legs, their blasters pointed at each other. Smoke is still rising from the raccoon's.

The hare wears a silver helmet covering the top half of his face, and one of his ears. A red visor over his eyes. One of his legs is replaced by a robotic one, with sharp clawed toes. The raccoon wears a studded black wristband on one arm, and a hazard-orange utility belt around his waist. Both animals' bodies are marred with scars, and little cogs and bolts sticking out of their fur.

"Make me, bootlicker." The raccoon says back with a smirk. "You don't have the guts."

A group of robot rats, lizards and squirrels race out from the automatic doors, and surround the raccoon, armed with various weapons - but he just smirks and casually twirls the smoking blaster in his hand.

"I said get on the floor, bitch" the hare repeats, prodding the raccoon's throat with his gun.

"Oh, Blackjack." The raccoon says with a laugh. "You're so gullible, I almost feel sorry for you."

Blackjack has only a split second for the look of panic to register on his face, before the ground beneath his feet is ruptured by several fiery, orange explosions. He dives to the floor, shielding his face and ears with his arms. His face visibly winces with each defeaning bang.

The robots are blown to pieces, the scent of burning kerosene filling the air as their mechanical insides fall out and their fuel tanks rupture.

A sleek, curvy spacecraft hovers near the platform, and green steam fills the air as the door slides open.

A brown otter hops out from the craft, her soft hindfeet making a delicate little thud as she gracefully lands between patches of smoking, melting astroturf. Her body, too, is peppered with scars, gears and bolts, though they're mostly hidden beneath her regal, pale gold coloured satin belt, and her gold-rimmed, hooded little black cloak. She wears a purple gem on her forehead, and another bigger one on the side of her belt. One of her arms has been replaced with a simple chrome-black robot arm, but its in good condition.

The otter walks up to the raccoon, and pulls a wad of cash from inside her belt, placing it in the raccoon's hands with a nonchalant smirk and half-lidded eyes. The raccoon's tail wags and his ears perk up as he counts the money.

The otter kicks the blaster out of the fallen bunny's hand. The bunny yelps as the otter picks him up off the ground by the scruff of his blue fuzzy neck.

"Unhand me! Rebel scum! His Highness will gut you!" The rabbit protests as he squirms helplessly.

"You're cute, Blackjack." The otter says in her silky voice, as she places a webbed hand over Blackjacks's face, discreetly holding a little handkerchief. Blackjack swiftly loses consciousness, his big bunny ears going limp as he slumps in the otter's arms.

The otter gently hoists the bunny over his shoulders. She looks back over her shoulder at the raccoon. "You know, Rocket... You're going to be a wanted animal after this. It won't be safe for you here on Halfworld."

Rocket twirls his blaster and stuffs it in his belt. "You saying you want me to join you, Lylla?"

Lylla grins, her little otter fangs twinkling. Her tapered tail makes a gentle swish. "I wouldn't mind extending our business relationship. Oh, and that's Lady Lylla to you, thank you."

Rocket makes the wad of cash into a fan, and uses it to cool himself as he follows Lylla into her ship. "If you keep paying me this well - count me in."

Hyrdaulics sound as the door closes behind them. The spacecraft disappears in a sleek streak of green steam.

•

Blackjack wakes to find himself in a clean and shiny steel cell, his arm chained to the wall behind him. He snarls, his eyes darting around as he scans for an escape. His little bunny tail vibrates in sync with the faint, spacey rumble of the ship's hyperdrive engine.

The barred door slides open, and Lylla walks in, lifting Blackjack by his chin.

"Let go of me, weasel!" He demands, kicking Lylla in the belly.

Lylla lets out a little gasp, and stumbles back a couple steps. But she quickly recovers, dusting herself off and straightening the jewel on her forehead. She takes out her blaster from her cloak, making Blackjack flinch. "Now now, there's no need for that."

"Where are you taking me? Who's paying you! I'll have your head!"

Lylla gives Blackjack a condescending pat on the head, ruffling his ears. The rabbit crosses his arms and looks away, his hindpaw thumping.

"This is my own personal project. You've been a thorn in my side too long, bunny boy. So from now on, I'm keeping you right here where you can't make any trouble."

Blackjack's nose twitches, and his hands tremble a little. "No, wait. I know what you fo to your enemies. You're barbaric. Let me go, I'll do anything."

Lylla covers her whiskered muzzle with a paw, and chuckles. "You actually believe all that stuff, huh? Poor, gullible muffin."

"Why wouldn't I believe it?"

Lylla softly shakes her head, closing her eyes with a faint smile. "You're just one of the High Evolutionary's toys. He'll tell you whatever you need to hear to keep you in line."

"I'm not a toy! I'm the next stage of evolution, a stepping stone to a brighter galaxy. And you and your disgusting raccoon boyfriend would be too, if you didn't betray us like this."

The fur of Lylla's tail stands on end, and her face goes pink. "H-h-hey now! Who said anything about boyfriend? It's not like that!"

Blackjack raises an eyebrow. "I hit a nerve?"

"Hmph. You keep your mouth shut, you scruffy carrot-muncher." Lylla says with a gentle snort, making her whiskers lift. She stomps away, closing the cell door behind her.

Blackjack sticks out his tongue as she walks off.

•

Rocket lays back in the hot pink leather chair, steering the ship with his feet on the pink, glittery wheel as he sips a cocktail. Lylla gasps as she walks into the cockpit, and slaps Rocket across the back of his head with the tip of her tail.

"Ow! Hey! What was that for?" Snarls Rocket.

"Get your feet off my wheel, scoundrel." Lylla says, trying to stifle a giggle. "That's nasty."

Rocket raises an eyebrow at Lylla, planting his feet on the ground and steerimg with his tail instead. "As you wish, your Highness" he says slyly.

Lylla tail-slaps him again, slightly harder.

"Owie! Geez... Okay already." Rocket says as he concedes defeat, sitting up straight and steering with his hands.

Lylla plops herself down in the seat beside him, hands behind her head with a satisfied smile. "Atta boy."

Rocket growls, his cheeks growing a little rosy. He looks away. "Don't talk to me like that, I'm a grown raccoon, not some kit."

Suddenly, the ship is rocked violently, a loud metallic creaking piercing both animals' ears. They yelp and put their hands over their ears.

Rocket jumps out of his seats and grabs his blaster. "Freakin robots. They must have tracked us."

Several robot animals stream into the cockpit, peppering Rocket and Lylla with gunfire. Rocket and Lylla take cover behind their chairs and fire back, shredding the robots to pieces.

From behind the robots, the huge silhouette of a walrus appears. He flicks aside the burning kerosene with his flipper. Lylla fires several shots at him, but he rolls a grenade towards her. "Oh shit-" is all she has time to say, before it explodes, tossing her across the cockpit. She falls limp on the control panel, the blaster weakly spilling out of her hand.

Rocket lets out a loud growl, and grabs a comically large machine gun from below his chair, with a huge revolving chamber.

"Wait-wait a minute" the walrus says in a deep but surprisingly mellow voice. "We can talk this over."

Rocket looks over at Lylla laying limp over the console, then back at the walrus. He snarls, scrunching up his little nose. "Talk it over in hell."

The walrus flees down the corridor and into the prison bay as shots rain around him, Rocket blasting the huge firearm with reckless abandon. The walrus dives onto the floor and covers the back of his head with his flippers, closing his eyes and wincing.

Rocket points the gun at the back of the walrus' head, about to end him, when his attention is caught ny the heavy scarring all over the walrus's back.

Rocket's expression softens, and he lowers the gun. "Damn, they really messed you up, huh? I thought I had it bad."

"So you won't kill me?" The walrus asks, looking over his shoulder with hopeful puppy eyes.

With a loud metallic clank, Rocket smacks the walrus over the head with the giant gun, knocking him out cold. "I won't. But that doesn't mean I trust ya."

Suddenly, Rocket gets pounced from behind by Blackjack, tackling him to the tiled floor and making him drop his gun. Rocket rolls onto his back, trying to kick the rabbit off of him with his hind legs, but Blackjack tanks the hits easuly and punches Rocket hard across the mouth.

Rocket yelps, blood spilling from his muzzle.

He exchanges a flurry of punches with Blackjack, but the rabbit punches harder and faster. Rocket quickly starts to weaken, his vision growing blurry and his body growing slack. The last thing Rocket feels is Blackjack grabbing a clump of his chest fur and lifting him up, before smashing his muzzle with a brutal left hook.

Rocket's soft form lays sprawled on the floor.

Blackjack places a blue furry foot on Rocket's chest, beaming with pride. But it's short-lived as two brown webbed hands wrap around his throat from behind.

Blackjack kicks and squirms for a couple seconds as Lylla chokes him out, a cold, stern expression on her face, a slightly sadistic twinkle in her eye, the corner of her mouth turned up.

Blackjack slumps to the floor.

Lylla lets go of him. She saunters over to Rocket, and scoops him up in her arms.

Rocket weakly opens his eyes. "Ugh... My head."

Lylla giggles down at him. "You can't fight for shit~"

Rocket blushes and pouts. "Oh yeah? I could kick your ass, princess."

Lylla gently places Rocket back on his hindlegs, before covering her mouth and giggling. She gently places a paw on Rocket's cheek, leaning in close and whispering. "I could end you before you landed a single punch, sweetheart."

Rocket's tail frizzes up, and his cheeks grow bright. He stammers and stutters over his words as Lylla casually walks off like nothing happened. She drags the slack, heavy forms of the walrus and rabbit into a cell together, and locks them in. She dusts her hands off smugly, while making eye contact with Rocket. He looks away to the side a little, failing to hide his faint smile and wagging tail. The corner of Lylla's mouth rises with satisfaction, making her long whiskers twitch.

•

Rocket and Lylla are relaxing in the cockpit, on their reclining chairs, slowly orbiting a vast green planet with the vaster arc of the galaxy behind it. The steering wheel turning itself - autopilot on.Rocket tries to put his feet up on the dash again, and Lylla's tail slaps them away without missing a beat.

"HELP!" they suddenly hear from deep within the ship behind them.

They both jump out of their chairs. Lylla grabs her blaster. Rocket grabs his, then hesitates, before toasing it askde and grabbing the giant machine gun instead. Lylla rolls her eyes.

Lylla and Rocket race through the corridor, and into the prison bay, where they find Blackjack hyperventilating. The walrus has a flipper around Blackjack's back, rubbing it slowly, trying to soothe him.

"What's all the fuss?" Rocket says, his eyes darting around the room.

Blackjack, with a trembly hand, passes Rocket his visor through the cell bars. Rocket's ears fold back as he reads it. "Kill switch activated. Subjects ROCKET, WAL RUS, O'HARE to be terminated in 04:39." The number cointing down every second.

"Shit! Lylla, they're gonna kill us." Rocket says, looking at her with pleading eyes.

Lylla crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. "Well, what are you gonna do about it, recruit? Consider this your training mission."

"What?!" Rocket shouts. "We'll die! How are you so-"

Lylla walks up to Rocket, shaking her head softly. She places a paw on his shoulder. "If you want me to hire you, you have to learn how to use that clever head of yours, even under pressure . So take a deep breath, get it together, and then you tell me how you're gonna get us out of this."

Rocket sighs, looking down at the floor. He looks back up at Lylla with a little intensity in his eyes. "Well... The Bureau usually... Cuts corners on their transistors... So... A strong magnetic pulse might disable the kill switches before they can do any harm."

Lylla pats Rocket's cheek, making his face redden again. "Atta boy."

Rocket barks and looks away. "Stop saying that!"

Lylla ignores him, and casually pulls out a big horseshoe magnet from her cloak, waving it over her three companions. Thwy all flinch for a second, and the text disappears from the visor in Rocket's hand, before beimg replaced with "contact with kill switch lost. Command failed."

Blackjack and Wal Rus look up at Rocket and Lylla with starry eyes.

"You saved us." Rus says with a soft smile.

Blackjack looks down. "They were gonna kill us... After everything I did for the bastards..." He looks down at his metallic foot, his eyes tearing up a little.

Lylla's smug smile softens to a gentle look of concern. She unlocks the cell door, then gives Blackjack a tight hug, patting him on the back. "This is a big moment, but you'll get through it, okay? You're strong."

Blackjack nods weakly, wiping silent tears away with a blue fluffy hand.

Rocket watches on, tilting his head, his own eyes a bit starry, his tail making a gentle wag, at the sight of this softer side to Lylla.

Lylla looks over at Rocket, and he quickly stands himself up straight, trying to look up at the ceiling disinterested.

"Well, Rocket, looks like I got myself a crew." She says, gently letting go of Blackjack, giving him one last pat on the back. "I planned for this to happen all along, I'm a tactical genius."

Rocket raises an eyebrow. "It was an accident, wasn't it?"

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