<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"Ha, you lose your shit every time you think about what happened to your sister, why should Quill be any different? He loved her! Ya shoulda kept your mouth shut about what happened to her until after ya'd all taken care of the crazy bastard if ya didn't want him to lose his shit. He's a damn Terran, after all!" Yondu scolded. Everyone who knew Quill knew he threw all caution to the wind when it came to something he wanted or someone he loved. It was a quality about the boy that both infuriated and endeared Yondu to him. One could never know for sure if Quill would smash expectations or foil everything and it was that kind of chaos that Yondu loved in Quill, even when it was at his expense. He truly loved the boy as though he were his own.<br/>
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He took a step forward, settling his hackles before he found himself squaring off with Nebula's trigger reactions and mouth again. He came alongside where she busied herself with scrolling through the navigation chart for what he presumed to be the next best guess at where he might have gone. Rather than stand over her shoulder to offer his decades of valuable insight on the subject, he leaned casually against the copilot seat and folded his arms loosely across his chest. "You might want to rethink your opinion of the Ravagers usefulness the next time you stop to fuel this thing up. Information might be slow through the network, but the credits that are going to keep this mission going aren't gonna come from your metal ass like a slot machine in a game parlor on a backwater merchant planet, they're coming from Stakar, and they're coming from Stakar because of <i>me</i>."<br/>
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That simple fact needed no spin to make it more true or impactful. When Kraglin had detected his life signs out in the open space where Ego had been, Stakar was the first and fastest to respond to the announcement his former First Mate had sent out on the Ravager wire. Stakar was right there when he opened his eyes, fully healed, fully revived and restored in the microscopic dust that crackled with the remnants of Celestial energy. No one knew how he could do it, but everyone held a new respect for the formerly ostracized captain once they accepted the truth of the truth. Yondu could scarcely believe it himself, but his Centaurian heritage had pulled through for him in a way that was hard for even him to believe and Stakar had taken him back into the fold with renewed kinship.<br/>
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He left his comments there and leaned across her to hit the comm toggle. "Kraglin. Kraglin, get your finger out of your nose and pull the potatas from you ears and listen to me. I need you to get a couple of the boys, the smart ones preferably, to start gettin' me a list of planets suitable for farmin' but mostly or completely unsettled."</span></span>