ARTUVAN, rocket raccoon

I don't know why I'm writing this, but I am. Quill told me keeping a diary or something would be 'healthy' and everyone else agreed that it would be a 'good outlet'. Hell, even Groot agreed. So here I am, making my first entry - whoop-dee-doo. Alright, so introduction to who I am for wherever this ends up - my name is Rocket. Rocket Raccoon. No, I'm not a raccoon and I still don't entirely know what that is, but I LOOK enough like one to have that be my last name. Kinda. Legally, I guess I'm still Subject 89P13, which is flat out [censored for the eyes of children - P.Q.] and I'd like to [god Rocket why do you write these things] with a rake when they even dare refer to me as that, those [seriously man knock it off].


D'ast, that was relieving. Maybe this is a good outlet. [told you so]


So my best friends are Peter Quill [aww you mentioned me first], Gamora, Drax, and Groot. They're 'best friends' because they're the only friends I bother to keep, and Quill kinda forced himself into my life anyway [hey, you're the one who tackled me]. I used to be a bounty hunter, but now I'm part of an intergalactic defense force with those a-holes. [we love you too, ya tiny lug] I've never met a group of people who know how to annoy me better than they do, and yet somehow I end up not minding at the end of it all.


[It's because you love us] It's probably because I don't really have much of a choice. [Close enough] I mean, yeah, I kinda abandoned the 'home' I used to have, so I've just...got this. It wasn't much of a home anyway. [Does someone need a hug] Whatever. [I'm gonna tell Groot to hug you after I'm done editing this] At least I get treated with a reasonable amount of respect for my abilities, which is more than I can say for anywhere else. 


But that's enough about me. Today was a crappy day, we got stranded on a planet because someone forgot to refill the fuel tanks. Luckily, they were all reasonably nice there. Too bad they had unnerving tentacles and obnoxious amounts of eyes. Seriously, eyes on their tentacles. That they also used to pick things up. That's just kinda scary.

At least now we got the fuel and we're on the move. I think I'm gonna take over piloting in a bit, since we've got business on Xandar. I'll write more afterwards. Maybe. If Quill doesn't ruin it.



Rocket is biologically engineered to be a living weapon, originally being a prison guard on Halfworld. Therefore, he knows how to use a variety of weapons on instinct alone, and takes great pride in it. He's also a master engineer, able to make his own guns, his own explosives, you name it, Rocket can probably make it. His greatest strength is that he can plan at a moment's notice. Simply give him a small warning and he'll be able to whip up a plan to attack based around nothing but what he sees around him. He's a master tactician, a master sharpshooter, and a grand master of sarcasm to boot.


End of the Marvel: Disc Wars Guardians special. With that problem settled with the Avengers, the Guardians are back in space. Naturally, of course, something went wrong, and whoops look who's not in space anymore.

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