[Yondu never had a reason to trust the Savrii. He could play along fine. Sure, in a new spot? He'll work with it, yeah.]
[But then those piece of shit motherfuckers trick them into dropping into some sort of off planet shithole even though anyone new didn't do anything. By Savrii judgment he guesses someone could pop out of their mama, fresh from the oven, and be guilty of murder!]
[Yondu is looking pretty pissed off as he walks through the barren Midway Hub wasteland. Animals laying around, flesh things curled up like corpses of insects. No food or water to be seen. Just dead soil with dead things on it.]
Homey place y'all had here. [He's caught wind from mutterings and conversations around him this is somewhere some people had been before, but he's short on the long-version of the story.]
storms and caves.
[There's another one of those creatures following someone. Luckily, not him this time. Thank heavens. But right before it can pounce, someone'll hear the whoosh of a flying arrow, perhaps a streak of red out of the corner of their eye, and some soft, melodic whistling.]
[He drops that predator, tearing a hole through it easily, and catches the arrow by his head.]
Another one o' them storms is comin' and I think we better get in them caves.
Yondu Udonta | OTA
[Yondu never had a reason to trust the Savrii. He could play along fine. Sure, in a new spot? He'll work with it, yeah.]
[But then those piece of shit motherfuckers trick them into dropping into some sort of off planet shithole even though anyone new didn't do anything. By Savrii judgment he guesses someone could pop out of their mama, fresh from the oven, and be guilty of murder!]
[Yondu is looking pretty pissed off as he walks through the barren Midway Hub wasteland. Animals laying around, flesh things curled up like corpses of insects. No food or water to be seen. Just dead soil with dead things on it.]
Homey place y'all had here. [He's caught wind from mutterings and conversations around him this is somewhere some people had been before, but he's short on the long-version of the story.]
storms and caves.
[There's another one of those creatures following someone. Luckily, not him this time. Thank heavens. But right before it can pounce, someone'll hear the whoosh of a flying arrow, perhaps a streak of red out of the corner of their eye, and some soft, melodic whistling.]
[He drops that predator, tearing a hole through it easily, and catches the arrow by his head.]
Another one o' them storms is comin' and I think we better get in them caves.