[And Rocket, satisfied by his revenge, and the unspoken fact that he has to lead this adventure both out of necessity for avoiding pitfalls and because he has a good idea about where the mecha bay is, continues on smugly. At least he isn't petty enough to not warn Quill about dangers until the last possible second- okay he is exactly that petty, but he's too focused on avoiding catching his feet on something else to try and press his luck by being a dick.
The Mecha bay looms large in about the place where Rocket expected it to be, the doors seemingly yanked open and left dented and ruined and only wide enough for a full-grown humanoid to slide through with little effort. That seems promising anyway.
Unfortunately, what little hope Rocket had is quashed as he steps onto the ice-cold floor of the bay and feels the sudden temperature drop due to the giant, gaping hole in the side leading into the snow, where someone must have blasted their way out and marched on with the goods. Rocket's ears flick down onto his skull in disappointment.]
Frickin' scavengers. [Ignoring that he is, of course, a scavenger.]
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The Mecha bay looms large in about the place where Rocket expected it to be, the doors seemingly yanked open and left dented and ruined and only wide enough for a full-grown humanoid to slide through with little effort. That seems promising anyway.
Unfortunately, what little hope Rocket had is quashed as he steps onto the ice-cold floor of the bay and feels the sudden temperature drop due to the giant, gaping hole in the side leading into the snow, where someone must have blasted their way out and marched on with the goods. Rocket's ears flick down onto his skull in disappointment.]
Frickin' scavengers. [Ignoring that he is, of course, a scavenger.]