<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"And that would make you an idiot," Udonta stated flatly as he sauntered down the main walk of the ship to the cockpit. His sneer was embellished by a toothpick that he swirled around with his tongue between the gap created one crooked white tooth and one straight silver plated one. "Kinda like the time you shot my fin off and aided a mutiny. My bet is the Ravagers would be more accommodatin' to your request if they liked ya even just a little. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have them at all."<br/>
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He was brusque, spurned on by his own uneasy feelings about the giant heap of nothing they'd found on Vormir. He had strongly doubted they'd find Thanos there, but he had hoped for some kind of clue about the soul stone, Gamora, or anything that would help them unravel the mystery of what had happened to the other half of the population; specifically, Peter. Nebula couldn't see past her lust for revenge, as some people would call it. He saw it differently, more like personal justice. The two were different in his eyes. He understood it, but there was no doubt in the old man's wise and worldly eyes that her judgement had narrowed to the pin point of seeing nothing other than her own agenda. <br/>
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"So how 'bout we just recognize our mutual benefit affiliation and come up with the next plan of action. I'm sure the rat don't care what comes next as long as it includes some action, explosions, and larceny" he chuckled low and gravely, his sneer turning into an appreciative grinning sneer. Rocket was something else, soul kin of a kind. Yondu had taken quickly to the violence loving little thief and regarded him as a friend; icing on top of the cake of being a very capable ally. In truth, he liked Nebula too. There was scarcely anyone in the galaxy he would regard as more dangerous then the half-cyborg assassin. They'd gotten on well before; back in the day when they all banded together to defeat Ego, and even though she was throwing daggers for words, he still wanted to see her get what was hers. He supposed it seemed like ages ago to her, but for him, newly revived as a conscious being, it was almost like yesterday.<br/>
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"This desolate hole ain't got nothin' for us. What about Than-ass' home planet. Titan, right?"</span></span>