Chapter 2

Call Me

Walking slowly down the long elaborate halls they approached the sound of the ringing phone only to see it was an early twentieth century mobile phone sitting very obviously in the middle of the hall way. A early 2000s flip phone by Nokia if the Doctor was seeing it properly. Wow they really could survive anything. He was rather impressed by it...if a little unnerved.

"That's it?" Rocket asked as he toed the device. "That's what we've been freaking out about?"

"Nasty business answering a mobile of this nature," the Doctor replied solemnly meaning every word of it. "Don't know what'll come of it." And honestly one really didn't know.

"Mobile?"

"You know those brick phones that businessmen carry about in the movies back when you were a kid?"

"Yeah?"

"Well they got smaller and much more stylish."

"Oh right, well can the theatrics and just answer the freaking phone," Peter rolled his eyes as he holstered his guns back into their clip place. He looked around suspiciously as approached the phone.

"Alright keep your trousers on still who could-" the Doctor asked as he picked up the phone. Only to drop it with a scream as a memory worm dropped from his hand onto a table in the middle of a darken room. Beside him Gamora screeched as she too dropped an memory worm as did Rocket and Peter. Wait where was Drax?

"Where's Oswin, Drax and Groot and where are we?" Gamora's eyes darted all over the place as she tried to pinpoint where they were.

"AWAKE? GOOD."

The distorted voice made all four of them jump. The Doctor noticed an old analog TV had come on with a hooded figure hunched over sitting in front of a camera obviously leering at them as they sat at a table some still trying to regain their bearings.

"YOU DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME SO I'LL BE BRIEF, YOU ARE CONTRACTED TO STEAL SOMETHING FROM BANK OF KARABRAXOS. BESIDE YOU'LL FIND A PORTFOLIO AND VARIOUS ITEMS YOU NEED FOR THE TASK. YOUR SPECIALIST HELP SHOULD BE WAKING UP NOW. ALSO YOU'VE GOT ONE MINUTE UNTIL SECURITY COMES. GOOD LUCK."

"Kara who and the what now?" Peter groggily asked still recovering from the memory worm's affects.

"One of the most secure banks of the galaxy in the future," the Doctor said as his gaze swept around to see that there was another girl just waking up that looked at them with shock. The Doctor nodded to her as he dove forward grabbing the portfolio and opening it to see fine assortment of documents that he started rapidly leafing through with Gamora following suit. In there was a tape.

"Wait WHAT?! What are we doing?"

"We're robbing a future bank," Rocket shrugged as he put the tape into a player on the table.

"Are you telling me we time traveled? What?!"

"Yup."

"Yeah freaked me out too but best to go with it otherwise we'll be here all day."

"On that note may I remind you that we've got a time crunch," Gamora said her face buried within the files that the Doctor had discarded having finished reading them. "So it begs the question who's our specialist?"

"That would be this girl," he gestured to the dark skinned woman who'd been watching them with slightly unfocused eyes.

"Hullo," the Doctor waved at the girl shaking her from her shock. "Who are you?"

"Saibra," she said looking over them until she saw their badges. "Who are...Oh my gosh, are you Star Lord and his legendary crew?"

"Huh? Wha? I mean yeah, yeah," Peter said happily shaking his head so any and all fatigue was gone from his voice as he beamed towards her. "I'm the Star-"

"Whoa, I know someone that thought the Star Lord was badger but I know it was raccoon," Saibra interrupted stopping Peter as she excitedly smiled at...Rocket. The Doctor snorted as Gamora stifled a laugh as Peter's face comically fell at the mistake.

"What can I say?" Rocket said looking very smugly at Peter who looked like the wind had been taken from his sails. "My reputation proceeds me."

"Wha? Dude! I'm the Star Lord! Not him!"

"Feh you wish you were me. Quick question though... What is a badger?"

"Later," the Doctor said once he'd finished reading the material. "Okay I've got the basics down now."

"Let's listen to the tape," Rocket said as he started up the recording.

"I the Renegade consent to a memory worm wipe."

"Huh?"

"I, Gamora, consent to a memory worm wipe...What's a memory worm?"

"I, Rocket don't consent to a memory worm wipe but I get the impression that I'm going go through with it so why not? Let's do this."

"I, Peter Jason Quill, Star-Lord, Legendary Outlaw..."

"Get to the point moron! No one cares about your outlaw shtick."

"Fine, I consent."

"I, Saibra consent to a memory worm wipe."

"Okay what on Earth were we eating or smoking or drinking?" Peter asked sounding supremely unnerved. " 'Cause I don't see me consenting to getting mind wipe al a Mr. Spock."

"Who?"

"Um guys, we need to move like now."

"Why Gramps?"

"Because we're already in the bank and security is going to come soon."

"Are you-crap! Let's move!"

"Certainly Star Lord."

"Dude I'm Star Lord not him!"

"If I get caught because of your antics I will break out and murder all of you."

"Duly noted ma'am. Now let's swan out of here!"

Oswin saw her friends vanish in a beam of light that registered as non-hostile by her sensors. Her gun was instantly primed when she saw them vanish via teleportation which made Drax and Groot cry out with alarm.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!" Drax shouted his blades at the ready to gut anyone that threatened them despite the room being empty of anyone aside from them. "What happened to the others Oswin?!"

"I AM GROOT!" Groot shouted distressed as he began looking for Rocket. Oswin immediately started scanning the area to see if she could find the source of the teleport while Drax's gaze went all around the hall. However all she received was artron radiation but no signal originator. The area was flooded with Artron radiation. It wasn't the Time Corridor either...

"Looks like they were teleported, but to where I don't know. Time travel might possibly be involved. I'm working on finding the signal to a tracing point and from there we'll find them and their captors."

"Good then we kill them."

"Actually I was going with figuring out who they are and what they want."

"Then we kill them."

"You have very a one track mind."

"I prefer to keep things simple."

"Sorry," a voice said as a person stepped into view. It was a medium height lady with blonde hair and light complexion with short trousers, leather boots, suspenders, a rainbow shirt with a dark background and light blue hooded jacket with a long tail. She wore a earring with chain attaching it to the top of the ear on her left ear. She looked like an ancient Blue Peter presenter.

"You're friends will be a bit busy for a while," she said shrugging. "Until then I suggest getting to the ship...oh and watch out for Paradox minions you may meet. They're going to be utterly panicky and a bit shoot-y."

"Paradox?"

"Where?" Oswin snapped allowing some of the characteristic Dalek hatred to raise up in her being. It was the Paradox that tried to steal the Daleks and use them. While she wasn't a fan of them for a multitude of reasons such as her current state of existence she did think it was sick they were being exploited like that.

"You'll see," the woman said with a smile as she turned and walked away. "Now go and make a mess."

"I don't make a mess, I murder those in my way."

"I thought we agreed no murder," Oswin chided him.

"...Strongly push them out of the way with my blades?" Drax looked at her pleadingly. Oswin sighed. It was perhaps a blessing that he never got caught by the Daleks otherwise...well there wouldn't be much left of anyone although Thanos would have a run for his money with him.

"Ugh fine, we can do that while I stun them with my blaster."

"Excellent! Let's...PUSH THEM ALL AWAY WITH SHARP THINGS!"

"I AM GROOT! I AM GROOT!"