The Sun Came Crashing In || Richard (rchardriders) & Peter (shootingstarlord)

shootingstarlord:

rchardriders:

Richard flew around aimlessly for a while, hoping to fly into something — someone. That or for the User Support System to reboot if it was even possible, or for Worldmind to contact him again. A while was obviously relative, and without anyway of knowing, plus the fact that he was flying at a speed that would have distorted time, it could have been hours for all he knew.

                    [User Support System reboot complete.]

Thank God! Things were finally looking up for the better. He requested a suit and cellular repair with a bonus release of endorphins. He was not addicted to the stimulants, no matter what Worldmind had said, he just needed them to carry on his search for any form of life. Richard was just about to ask it (him?) for a full scan of his surroundings when —

                    [Detecting Incoming Transmission.]

He patched it through his helmet, hopeful, “ — ello?” Richard smiled, it was good to hear a voice again after so long of silence, space could be very lonely. Then again, maybe he would finally get some answers to the whole issue after all. Oddly, or rather, thankfully, the voice sounded strangely familiar and not hostile.

He heaved a sigh of relief, immensely glad, “Hello! Boy am I glad to hear a voice!”

_{Still wary of the unknown Nova, Peter refrained from going for his gun before he received a response to his hailing. No good would come from shooting an ally on accident. Although if a another human had become a Nova then he surely would have known about it… Someone would have told him right?} 

_Right?

_{Who was he kidding? They almost forgot to tell him when Sam became a Nova and Gamora and Rocket had been the ones to tell the kid that he was a Nova.} 

_{Lost in his own thoughts, Peter almost didn’t catch the answering transmission.}

_{When he processed the words he went rigid and sucked in a huge gasp of air, lungs expanding against the confines of his suit, unaware that his com was still transmitting. This.. this wasn’t possible. Alarm shot through every inch of his body. It was definitely Richard’s voice. How- If there had ever been any sign that Richard had lived he would have followed up on it. To Knowhere and back he would have looked if there had ever, ever been a sign.}

_{“Richard?” he asked, wary of the whole situation. The first thought in his mind was Skrulls, but he hadn’t had any issues with one since the Skrull Gamora Roofie Incident, and doing an op this far out without backup wasn’t really Skrull bounty hunter style.}

_{Jetting closer he cleared his throat again, “Richard is that you?”}

The voice that he heard again, Richard knew in his heart and mind it could only belong to one person, one Peter Quill.

This wasn’t real. There was no way it would have been that coincidental, rarely was the universe so lazy. Unless they’d been blasted out of the Cancerverse the same time, or wherever this place was. That or they were both dead and this was some limbo between the planes of the living and the dead. Or this was all some vivid dream like the one he had when he almost succumbed to the Transmode virus. Or this Peter was a Skrull or some recording or something.

“Pete? Is that really you?” He called out, and turned around, finally catching sight of his best friend. “You’re not some Skrull are you?” Richard joked, wishing that Peter wasn’t really a Skrull, he didn’t want his first joke to an organic to backfire. He muted outgoing transmissions before requesting his suit for more information about the man before him.

          “User Support System, scan entity in my vicinity and confirm species and origin.”

          “With extra detail searching for Skrull DNA.”

                    [Scan complete, detected:]

                    [Species: Human-Spartoi hybrid]

                    [Origin: Earth, Spartax]

                    [Entity listed as: Peter Jason Quill, Star-Lord]

                    [No Skrull DNA detected.]

Well that was a relief, if it was to be trusted. “Yeah, it’s me, Richard. Guess we both made out of it alive right?” He conveyed, turning his outgoing transmissions back on, still between disbelief and joy.