You don't know what kind of alien creatures these are, but you definitely know you and the rest of the team have to kill them all.
With your flaming sword in hand, you slice heads off while using your other hand to shoot out flames at them. All those years of training with the general are paying off pretty well. Fighting an army of bloodthirsty monsters is nothing to you.
Everyone else is also fighting them as well, but with so many creatures to fight all at once, you're bound to get separated from them. You then gunshots and laughter coming from several feet to your right. You see Rocket shooting the creatures with perfect aim and with every shot that hits them, his smile and laughter become more known.
You couldn't help but stare at him while you fight. You've never seen him smile, not since you joined the team. He still doesn't talk to you much, well... he's talked to you just a little bit more ever since you tripped and hit your head in front of him. But other than that... You just wish you could be friends with the guy.
Then, what looks like the mother of these little monsters comes crawling out of the cave, and as soon as she comes out, she spits balls of acid at Rocket. You didn't think twice. Before you know it, you run towards him and the second Rocket finally notices the acid balls falling towards him. You use your powers to shield you both.
Now standing behind him with both your arms stretched out wide to form the circular shield, Rocket turns his head and sees you. He doesn't look mad or anything like that, just surprised. As you look at him with concern, you ask,
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Y/n: You alright?
Rocket: Yeah.
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In reality, it wasn't long, only a few seconds, but it sure does feel like a long time when you two stare at each other.
The mother of the creatures is coming in close. You two look at each other one more time and nod, knowing what you two are going to do next. You make the shield disappear and you both run towards the mother of the creatures.
With your flaming sword and his guns, you two fight this giant beast together. Dodging every swing and acid the beast spits at you, you manage to slice off both of its front paws while Rocket blasts a few of its eyes off. Unfortunately, the beast is still going and even with its front legs gone, it's still trying to attack.
With your sword in hand, you use your powers to levitate off the ground before allowing the fire from your sword to consume your body. Now a flaming embodiment of power, you fly high into the sky so fast that it even took Rocket a good second to figure out where you are.
You and your sword, now over a thousand degrees and shining as bright as one of the mini suns, you fly head first, sword first towards the beast so fast that it only takes five seconds to come down from the ground and plunge your sword into the beast's head.
Due to the heat and force of your sword, the head of the beast explodes. The second the beast dies, the rest of her offspring instantly dies as well.
There's blood and who knows what else on you, so you twirl around as fast as you can until most of the fluids came off you.
Rocket lowers his gun and sees you stop spinning as you drop your temperature to normal. He sees you standing over the dead beast, and as you collect yourself, he couldn't help but stare.
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...Night Comes...
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You feel exhausted, you can't wait to get to bed and sleep. As you walk down the hallway on the way to your room, you see Rocket walking toward his room.
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Y/n: Hey Rocket?
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His ears lift up a bit after hearing your voice and he turns around.
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Rocket: Yeah?
Y/n: I just wanna say, you got some pretty good aim back there.
Rocket: Thanks... You uh, were impressive with that sword.
Y/n: (Smile) Aw thanks. Hey I was thinking, I know how to use guns but I still need to work on my aim. How about we go to a shooting range on the next planet we land on? I-If you don't mind.
Rocket: Yeah, sure.
Y/n: Great! Well, I'm gonna go to sleep now. Good night Rocket.
Rocket: Night.
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Before leaving, you give him a slight wave of goodbye before heading to your room. He watches you walk down the hall and enter your room before going into his own. Letting out a sigh, he feels himself getting flustered by you.
He grabs a drink from the small refrigerator he has by the door and opens a cold one up. He hasn't felt this way since... no... he doesn't want to think about that... it'll only make him feel worse...
Meanwhile, you finish putting on your pajamas, and you crash on the bed. It definitely feels good to have a real conversation with him. And the fact that he's willing to go with you to a shooting range is a small yet big step for the both of you becoming friends.