<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6ssyw3b.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Peter Quill - Star-Lord<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Currently wearing a black t-shirt emblazoned with a cherry red silhouette of Ziggy Stardust's face above a pair of navy blue jeans and worn black boots styled with oddly arranged patterns of geometric shapes in various shades of white.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Night – Minutes Before Arrival into Kree Space<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Equinox -> Kree Space<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Command Deck<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ulysses, Nexus, Thor (Jane Foster), Captain America, Thundra<br/><br/><hr/>While the Equinox was a spectacular work of ingenious engineering and near flawless in its function as a stealth reconnaissance vessel, it lacked in some of the necessary amenities that made the long duration of space travel devoid of boredom's ravages. At least, this was true as far as the near lifelong stellar wayfarer Peter Quill was concerned as he sat in the mess hall, minutes prior to Thor's announcement regarding the Equinox's arrival into Kree space. Reclining parallel to the mess hall table, his boots rested comfortably along the surface's edge, his toes casually swaying to the soulful sounds of John Lee Hooker drifting through his helmet. It was no great leap of logic to assume having easy access to audio entertainment probably wasn't the first, second, or third concern of whoever designed the ship, but Peter couldn't help but find the ship's lack of recreational audio systems an egregious oversight as he sat there, relying on his helmet's less than amazing com-system to funnel those sweet but tarnished melodies into his thirsty ears.<br/><br/>Nodding his head as he swayed from side to side, the crimson of his goggles traced glowing neon circles through the air as he considered what he considered to be his unenviable position. It hadn't been long since his unfortunate return to Earth, and already he felt even farther away from his goal than he had been only a few weeks ago. There was nothing Peter wanted more than to be back on his own ship with Earth behind him once again, but unfortunately, that just wasn't in the cards. The whole point of returning to Earth was locating his mother's vault and retrieving the contents before anyone else either Earth-born or otherwise had the opportunity to do so before him. To this end, he needed the resources available to the Avengers, their vast collection of monitoring systems combined with the technology present in his ship would get him star bound in no time at all. However knowing the potential vastness of his reward did little to temper the aggravation he felt was nigh on being press ganged into service.<br/><br/>As the tempo of the music picked up, Peter couldn't help but smiling beneath as his own motions sped up in response. Freedom to determine their course and overly sterile environs aside, there were still plenty of upsides to his current position. Despite being from one of the least interesting planets in the cosmos, the Avengers had managed to win themselves a renown across the stars that, he begrudgingly acknowledged, had eclipsed his own achievements in the minds of the masses time and time again.  They'd prevented disasters that threatened the lives of countless innocents, gone toe to toe with foes dangerous enough to put all of existence in jeopardy, and most importantly, they were known across the stars for these glorious and heroic acts. This meant that even though it was largely against his better judgment, his temporary membership into the Avenger's could lead to the sort of unimaginable adventures that assuredly make the already wondrous legend of Star-Lord all the more tantalizing.<br/><br/>Apart from the potential for garnering fame, Peter had to admit that his traveling companions were an eclectic and interesting bunch to be sure. While he wasn't particularly enthused about sharing a living space with those who had chosen 'hero' as their profession, he couldn't help but be fascinated by the strange bunch of individuals who made up the crew of the Equinox. As he had spent most of his time up until now familiarizing himself with the ship and its systems, he had had very little time to actually interact with any of them, and as near as they were to Kree space, he doubted he'd be able to remedy the situation before they had to jump into action, especially with his present company being so unfortunately intolerable.<br/><br/>Across the table from Peter sat one of his shipmate's who he had mistakenly thought would be far more interesting to be alone with that she was currently proving. From the moment he had laid eyes upon the colossal crimson maned warrior woman who called herself Thundra, Peter's imagination had run wild with the possibilities of their eventually private meeting. As the days passed and he continued to miss out on opportunity after opportunity to be alone with her, his mind continued to craft their eventual rendezvous. The exceptionally beautiful yet dangerous warrior from the future and the galaxy's most daring explorer would share tales of their various unbelievable exploits, only ceasing to celebrate the excitement of life with unparalleled revelry and bacchanalia. It was to Peter's all consuming disappointment and mounting frustration when upon sitting across from him, Thundra began to discuss, more with herself than him, how events both historical and current epitomized the disgusting male dominated hierarchy that imperiled Earth and kept woman-kind from reaching their destined greatness.<br/><br/>While Peter didn't disagree with Thundra's disdain for the patriarchy, or any unjust hierarchy for that matter, his disappointment couldn't help roll over into the realm of frustration as he found himself speaking loudly enough to break through the music that only he could hear with an unmissable note of aggravation in his voice as he cut abruptly into whatever she had been saying, “You know, between that amazing midriff, and the undeniable coolness of your name, and the whole Warriors of the Apocalypse look, I was pretty sure there was no way you could be this uninteresting. But after hearing all that, I gotta say: Lady, you're the only and most boring ginger gender fascist that I've ever had to attempt and ignore in my entire life.”