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The Net was large, but Bob was not prepared for how large the User's...er, Net, was (universe, he's heard it called). Oh, and don't ask him how he got here. That was about as complicated as the world outside of Cyberspace. Been outside of Cyberspace for quite a few cycles by now, though. Thrown into rogue status once again and desperately searching for a way to recover his friends. Until then, Bob found himself on a ship. With company that reminded him a lot of the Web Riders.

They, too, were rough sprites. Some had less of a code than others. Though most held honor in their own way, Bob still refused to delete any coded peoples, bug or web creature alike. Oddly enough, it was how steadfast he held this compass that got him on their side even if they disagreed. He didn't change back then and he certainly wasn't going to change now.

Gentle clanking of footfalls rang out through to the bridge where he stood at its threshold. "System's back online, Captain." He doesn't enter until permission's granted, "fried quite a few wires back in that last firefight."

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"Sounds good. The Kree still got a price on my head. Nova Corp's gone a little easy on us, but if someone came after us it'd likely be Kree."

When it came to heists, they were his favorite target. A no guilt victim, as it was, as they owed him and many others lifetimes of pain. He took it easy on the civilians but would still leave their colonies with barely the clothes on their backs and enough rations to call for help and that was about it.

He'd at least been talked into being a bit of a philanthropist. It meant there were a few more allies that gave them sanctuary from the Kree. One of those was on Contraxia.

"There are a buncha brothels on Contraxia. Not that you strike me as the type but a good lotta the workers are AIs. Means you got a shit ton of repair shops. You can pick up what ya need to work with there. We probably ain't gonna go nowhere for at least a few days."

He fully expected Bob might light out, too. Head off on another adventure to whatever endgoal he was after. He wouldn't blame him.

He's heard about that. It's not as if Bob would--okay, he would, back in the day, and still sometimes today. After everything, though, the Guardian had compiled up quite a bit with the way he processed things. Especially compared to when he first entered Mainframe. This all said, he did a bit of research into the Captain. Whatever he could find. Some from archives and some from word. Made him curious, but he was waiting for a good opportunity. Felt like it might be coming up soon the way this conversation was going.

"Not for a lack of other people hoping," came with a somewhat amused tone as he stepped further in. No, Bob sure wasn't the type at all. Had eyes for one sprite only and that sprite was in the past. "D'you mind?" He waves to the empty co-pilot seat. "Best to have a direct link to the main console." A nano. "Anyway, I'll need a powerup myself. Fuel myself, fuel the ship, grab some parts--but honestly, you've picked up some decent mechanics who know more about hardware than me."

Yondu might be able to entertain a softer demeanor now, but not too soft. He's still a Ravager. He's still got people after him- will until the day he dies. And he damn well knows that the Kree aren't the biggest things pissed with him. Sure, most of the onus fell on Peter and Peter, being one of their kind, got a pass by default. But when Celestials are riled with you for offin' one of their own.

"Yeah, well, if you can do it I want somethin' strong enough to take on the worst kinda ship. We're talkin' on par with the Dark Aster-" the Behemoth of a Kree warship. Perhaps one that Bob's managed to gather info on. Perhaps not. "'Cause it seems we've gotten in the habit of bitin' off moren' we can chew. But I don't really feel like scalin' down."

And having to rely on allies swooping in at the last minute has become exhausting. He wants to do it himself. Or as by himself as a man and a crew can be.