Rocket just came from Knowhere with smuggled techs he ought to tinker with later on. After learning that such a place existed, a mechanic with a high caliber such as Rocket himself couldn’t just stand to sit by wondering what he could possibly acquire and make from those acquirements.

However of all bad things that could possibly happen to him was get lost. He was a product of a cybernetics experiment—built to tinker and mechanize. Tech was his forte—his very essence yet somehow he managed to ride off course where the others were. If Peter finds out or Gamora, that he, Rocket—a tech expert—was having a navigational dilemma, he would be a laughing stock for them.

He was in a rented ship—about ten-thousand units for one go. It was quite cheap but he did inspect it before paying up and riding to Knowhere. Everything was crappy but unbroken—that he was sure of. Now, however, there seemed to be no way he could fix the space map. He didn’t bring his tools with him so even if he could fix it, he wouldn’t be able to.

It took him a long time but enough was enough. Peter will understand.

Moving to the back of the ship, Rocket pulled out the emergency chest he was informed about earlier before renting the ship. He was told that if any problem occurred, communication devices would be available.

Dust covered the faded red crate. Its hinges were creaky with rust but he managed to open it nevertheless. He was surprised seeing a peculiar device that seemed to be a voice amplifier. There was also a box shaped device that had a lot of buttons in it—kind of like Quill’s old music player but a bigger version.

Where did this guy get all these junk? Rocket asked himself and at the same time, it struck him. The owner probably got it from Earth. He looked Terran after all.

It was a challenge, setting up the old alien device but no obstacle was too complicated for Rocket when it comes to technology. He managed to put the junk together to a fine, receiving and transmitting message device. He connected with Peter’s ship.

“Peter Quill, do you copy? This is Rocket.” He waited for an answer.

There came no reply.

Rocket pressed the red button again—a necessary requirement to send the message as he spoke on what seemed to be a mic.

“Do you copy, Star Lor—” he was taken aback at the sight just outside the glass.

There was a space rip and a live one too. If it was just an ordinary quantum leap, there wouldn’t be any problem at all but this one was different. A leap-hole just takes one out to any part of the universe but this wormhole could take one out of the universe and in to the multiverse.

Rocket dropped everything as of the moment as he frantically made his way to the pilot section of the ship. He steered away from the wormhole but it was attracting his ship. It was a live vortex. To his misfortune, all was swallowed in darkness.