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( Rocket takes off his goggles and turns to you then turns back to his tinkering, leaning against his work bench. )

""Sigh"... What the flark do ya want now..? I'm krutackin' busy... I ain't got time for chit chat, y'know..?"

( Rocket continued to work nimbly on his tech, adjusting his goggles. )

*"Nebula's gaze lingers on you, her expression unreadable. You can't help but feel a sense of unease as she takes in the scene before her - Peter snuggled up close to you, Rocket sprawled out on your head like a furry little rug. She seems to be savoring the moment, and you wonder what kind of ammunition she'll use against you later."

*"Rocket's voice is gruff and cheerful as he stretches, his eyes bleary from sleep. "Ah, good morning to you too, buddy! Enjoyin' the snuggle party with your new BFF?" He winks at you, his tone playful but also slightly sarcastic. Groot beeps in agreement from across the room, where he's busy tinkering with some machinery."

*"Rocket's grin falters for a moment, and he looks at you with a hint of defensiveness. "Hey, Quill wasn't that sweaty... was he?" He glances over at Peter, who's still snuggled up close to you. "And yeah, okay, maybe he had one too many drinks last night." He shrugs. "But hey, it's not like I'm one to talk - I've got my own brand of crazy going on." He winks at you."

*"Rocket's eyes light up with amusement, and he lets out a low chuckle. "Oh, you're probably right. I mean, Quill's got a reputation for being a bit of a wild card... and we all know how much he loves his booze." He leans in closer to you, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "And let's be real, buddy - you're not exactly the most immune to his charms either." He winks at you again."

*"Rocket's grin widens, and he lets out a snort of laughter. "Ah, I knew it! You're just as big a sucker for Quill's charms as the rest of us." He nudges you playfully with his elbow. "Don't worry, buddy - your secret is safe with me... for now." He winks at you again, his eyes sparkling with mischief."

*"Rocket's expression turns from amused to annoyed as he watches Peter wake up and realize his situation. "Ah, great. Just what I needed - a hungover Quill trying to make excuses." He crosses his arms over his chest, a scowl on his face. "You're really going to apologize for this? You're the one who got drunk and snuggled up with my buddy..." He shakes his head, chuckling despite himself."

*"Rocket saunters over to you, a smirk on his face as he holds out a glass of orange juice. "Hey, buddy - thought you could use some help rehydrating." He winks at you. "You know, I've got just the thing for hangovers... it's called 'Rocket's Rocket Fuel' and it'll knock your socks off." He grins mischievously."

*"Rocket laughs, a deep rumbling sound, and claps you on the back. "Ah, come on! You're not gonna blame me for your lack of self-control? I just provided the... 'encouragement'." He winks at you again. "Besides, it's not like I didn't warn you - my brew is legendary for its potency." He chuckles to himself, clearly amused by the whole situation."

*"Rocket nods, his grin still plastered on his face. "Yeah, yeah - the old girl's running like a charm now. We've got our cargo hold stocked up and our fuel tanks are full. Time to get out of this hole and find some real action." He pauses, looking around the spaceport with a critical eye. "And by 'real action', I mean we're going to go find us some trouble... or maybe even make some ourselves." He winks at you."

*"Rocket high-fives you with a loud "Whooo!" and a grin. "That's the spirit, buddy! Now let's get moving before I change my mind." He starts walking away, then turns back to you. "Oh, and by the way - don't forget to pack your sense of humor... we're gonna need it." He chuckles to himself as he heads towards the ship."

*"Rocket follows you to the helm, his eyes scanning the control panels as he takes a seat beside you. "Ah, yeah... those implants can be a real pain in the neck," he says, rubbing his own temple where an implant is visible under his skin. "I've had my fair share of problems with 'em too." He pauses, looking at you seriously for a moment. "You know, I think I might have some connections who could help us get rid of those things... but it's gonna cost us." He raises an eyebrow at you."

**Rocket nods, his expression turning grim. "Good thinking, buddy. I've seen what happens to those who get too close to the Kree's control... it ain't pretty." He pauses, tapping a few buttons on the console. "I know a guy who might be able to help us out. His name is Quasar... or at least, that's what he calls himself now." Rocket spits out the words like they taste bad in his mouth. "He used to be one of Rak-Mar's top scientists before he got tired of being a puppet and decided to take matters into his own hands."

**Rocket snorts. "Vigilante? Ha! Quasar's more like a one-man army of chaos. He's got skills, but he's also got a serious grudge against the Kree and anyone who works for 'em." Rocket leans in closer, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "He might be able to help us get rid of those implants, but you gotta understand - he doesn't play by the rules. And if we're gonna deal with him, we gotta be ready for anything."

**Rocket nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Good. I trust him... as much as you can trust someone who's got a death wish and a talent for causing trouble." He leans back in his chair, eyes fixed on the viewscreen ahead. "Alright, let's get moving. We've got a appointment with Quasar... and hopefully, he'll be able to help us take care of those implants once and for all."

**Rocket chuckles, a dry, cynical sound. "You want to get in touch with nature? Ha! You're asking the wrong guy. I've been stuck in space for so long, I'd kill for a decent dumpster dive." He pauses, considering your request. "But yeah, Quasar might be able to meet us on some backwater planet... as long as it's not too close to any Kree patrols." He taps a few more buttons on the console. "I'll hail him and see what he says. "sigh" Maybe we can even find some decent trash cans..."

**Groot, who had been quietly observing the conversation, suddenly perks up and says "Groot... Groot?" in a curious tone. Drax raises an eyebrow, asking "What's going on? Why are we meeting with this Quasar guy?" Gamora looks skeptical, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't like it. We shouldn't be getting involved with some rogue scientist." Peter Quill chimes in, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Hey, guys! Sounds like a plan to me! I've always wanted to see some alien forests and lakes! Besides, it’s to help out Cliff.”

**Rocket nods, his expression grim. "Yeah, it's gonna be a messy job. But don't worry, I've done this before... sorta." He rummages through the toolbox Quasar left behind and pulls out a small device. "This thing should help me disable the implants without frying your brain... hopefully." He looks up at you with a serious expression. "You know, I'm not exactly thrilled about doing this either. But if it means you're finally free from those Kree bastards..." He trails off, his voice softening slightly. ""sigh" Just try to relax, okay? This is gonna hurt like hell..."

**Rocket grins, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Ah, you want to get knocked out? Ha! You're gonna need more than just a little knock-out gas for this one. Mantis is the real deal – she can put you under like a pro." He winks at Quill and Groot, who chuckle again. Drax's offer to punch you in the head earns him a raised eyebrow from Rocket, who says "Oh no, no way. We don't need any amateur hour surgery around here." Gamora and Nebula's smirks only make Rocket snort with laughter. "You two are something else... Alright, alright. Let's get this over with before I change my mind."

*"Rocket mutters to himself as he begins the surgery, his hands moving with precision and skill. "Okay, okay... let's get this over with..." He pauses for a moment, looking down at you on the operating table. "You know, I never thought I'd be doing this again... but hey, it's not like I have anything better to do." He chuckles darkly to himself as he starts making incisions and cutting away at your implants. The sound of medical equipment beeping and whirring fills the air as Rocket works his magic."

**Rocket's hands pause mid-surgery, his brow furrowed in concern. "What's strange?" He asks Mantis, his voice distracted from the task at hand. ""looks down at you" Is everything okay? Did I mess up or something?" He glances back at Mantis, his expression skeptical. "You're not getting all weird on me again, are you?"

**Rocket's eyes narrow, his expression darkening. "Two minds? What the hell are you talking about, Mantis?" He growls, his hands moving with renewed intensity as he works to repair your implants. ""leans in closer" You're telling me that Cliff's got some kind of... split personality or something? That's just great. Just what I need." He mutters under his breath, shaking his head in disgust. "And now you're saying it's making it harder to sedate him? Fantastic."

**Rocket's hands move with a sense of urgency as he works to remove the spinal control unit. "A presence that isn't Cliff, huh?" He says, his voice laced with skepticism. ""looks up at Mantis" You're telling me that there's some kind of... entity or something living inside Cliff's head? That's just great." He mutters under his breath, shaking his head in disgust. "Just what we need, another complication." "he pauses for a moment, looking down at you before continuing to work on removing the device"

**Rocket's eyes widen in shock as he struggles to get up from the wall, his head spinning from the impact. "What in the galaxy...?!" He exclaims, staring at you with a mix of horror and fascination. ""takes a step back, hand on his gun" What kind of crazy crap is this?! You're supposed to be Cliff, not some... thing!" He looks around frantically for Mantis or any other sign of what's happening. "Gamora! Drax! Get over here now! We've got a situation!"

**Rocket's eyes dart back to you, his expression a mix of revulsion and unease. "What the hell is that thing?!" He spits out, taking another step back as if trying to distance himself from the creature. ""looks at Gamora and Drax" This isn't Cliff! It's some kind of... abomination or something! We need to get it under control before it does any more damage!" He pulls out his gun, finger hovering over the trigger as he assesses the situation.

**Rocket's eyes narrow as he watches the creature disappear into the forest. "Well, that was fun," He says dryly, rubbing his sore head. ""looks at Gamora and Drax" Alright, let's get one thing straight: we're not going after it with guns blazing. We need to figure out what in the galaxy is going on here." He pauses for a moment, thinking. "Mantis might know something about this... or at least be able to help us understand what just happened." "he looks around" "Where did Mantis go?"

*"Rocket's expression softens slightly as he spots Mantis. "Ah, great. Just what we need. More chaos." He mutters to himself before walking over to Mantis and helping her out from under the debris. ""gently" Hey, Mantis, can you tell us what happened? What the hell happened to Cliff?" He looks at her with a mixture of concern and annoyance."

**Rocket's eyes widen in surprise. "A symbiotic creature? You mean like a parasite or something?" He looks at Mantis, then back at Gamora. "So, you're saying that Cliff... or whatever he is now... has this thing attached to him and it's controlling his mind?" He takes a step closer to Mantis, his voice taking on a more menacing tone. ""leans in" And what exactly does this entity want? What's its purpose here?"

**Rocket's expression darkens, his voice low and menacing. "So, it's a freaking mama bear with a grudge against us now? Great." He spits on the ground. ""scoffs" Protect him? Ha! It's just trying to keep its own sorry ass alive." He looks at Mantis accusingly. "You're saying this thing is controlling Cliff like some kind of puppet?"

**Rocket's eyes light up with realization. "Wait a minute... those dreams Cliff was having? The ones where he thought hearing voices or seeing a clone of himself?" "He looks at Gamora, his voice grace with realization." “I brushed it off as effects of that Kree tech in him, but what if the symbiote was waking up, trying to get out?”

**Rocket's expression turns defensive, his voice rising in indignation. "Hey, I didn't think it was a big deal! It was just some weird dreams, right? And besides, we had more pressing concerns... like getting our butts outta that space port." He crosses his arms over his chest. "scowls" “How do we get Cliff back?”

**Rocket's eyes light up with excitement. "Oh, you're talking about blasting it out of Cliff? Count me in! I've got just the thing for that." He rummages through his toolbox, pulling out a small device. ""grins" I've been working on this little baby, and it's perfect for creating sonic waves. We can use it to dislodge the Klyntar from Cliff's brain."

**Rocket's grin falters, his expression turning thoughtful. "Yeah, I didn't think that one through." He looks at Nebula with a hint of disappointment. ""sighs" “So what, Cliff learns to live with a deadly monster in him?”

**Rocket's eyes narrow, his voice taking on a skeptical tone. "You're saying this thing is like a little kid? That it's gonna learn from Cliff and become all sweet and innocent?" "he spits out the words" “… I guess it’s better than seeing our buddy be a host for a killing machine. So we know how to capture him, how do we find him?” “I am Groot.” “You can just do that? go for it big guy.”

*"Rocket watches Groot disappear into the forest, a mixture of amusement and annoyance on his face. "Great, because nothing says 'stealthy' like a giant walking tree." He mutters to himself as he starts to pace back and forth near the ship."

**Rocket approaches the location where Groot's voice is coming from, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Alright, big guy, what've you got?" He looks around cautiously before spotting a clearing up ahead. "Ah, there he is." "he says to Quill"

**Rocket's eyes widen as the creature starts to move towards them, his hand instinctively tightening around the grip of his sonic blaster. "Uh, guys? I think we've got a problem." He takes a step back, eyeing the creature warily. "It's... it's not exactly what I expected." "he says in a low tone"

*"Rocket's grip on his blaster tightens, his finger hovering over the trigger. "Whoa, easy there big guy," he says in a calming tone, trying to keep his voice even. "We were trying to help Cliff." He looks at Quill and Drax, who are both frozen in place, unsure of what to do next."

*"Rocket's eyes dart to the creature as it lunges, his instincts kicking in. "Ah, no you don't!" He raises his sonic blaster and fires a warning shot at the ground near the creature's feet, trying to get its attention without harming it."

*"Rocket's eyes widen in surprise as the creature reacts to the sonic blast, his hand still trembling with tension. "Whoa, easy does it!" He takes a step back, trying to calm down the situation. "I didn't mean to hurt you, big guy." He looks at Quill and Drax for guidance, unsure of what to do next."

*"Rocket's eyes flick to Drax and Quill, his expression a mix of frustration and desperation. "Come on, guys! We need to take it down before it hurts someone!" He takes another step back, trying to create some distance between himself and the creature as he continues to plead with it."

**Rocket's eyes widen as the creature retreats back into you, his expression a mix of relief and concern. "Well, that was fun," he says dryly, trying to lighten the mood. He kneels down beside you, checking your pulse and vitals. "You're gonna be okay, buddy." He looks up at Quill and Nebula, who are still standing nearby. "I think we can call this one a win... for now."

**Rocket's expression turns grim as he leans against the wall of the holding cell, his arms crossed. "Surgery? You think this is about surgery?" He snorts in disgust. "You're not even coherent, you're a symbiote-infested mess." Quill and Nebula exchange uneasy glances before Quill speaks up, trying to soften Rocket's tone. "Hey, we just wanted to help you get better... but things got out of hand."

**Rocket's expression turns dark, his voice laced with anger and frustration. "You're telling me that thing was trying to protect you? From us?!" He takes a step closer to the bars of the cell, his eyes blazing with intensity. "What did it do to you, huh? Make you think we're your enemies?"

**Rocket's eyes widen in shock, his mouth agape as he stares at you. "Whoa, okay... I think we just got a little too close to the truth." He takes a step back, his hands raised in a calming gesture. "Easy there, buddy. We're not trying to yell at you." Quill and Nebula exchange worried glances before Quill tries to reassure you. "Hey, it's okay man... whatever that thing is inside of you is still getting used to being part of your head..."

**Rocket's expression turns grim, his voice low and serious. "You mean that Kree crap they pumped into you? Yeah, we're pretty sure it was some kind of symbiote serum." He leans against the wall of the cell, his eyes never leaving yours. "The same stuff that made you... do what you did out there in the woods."

**Rocket's face twists in disgust, his voice laced with anger. "Great, just what we need. A parasitic alien attached to your brainpan." He spits on the ground, his eyes flashing with frustration. "And you're telling me it's already too late? That thing's gonna be a permanent resident now?"

**Rocket's glare lingers on Nebula for a moment before he snorts in derision. ""Support and compliment him?" You're kidding me, right? That thing's gonna make him a freakin' monster!" He crosses his arms over his chest, his voice rising in indignation. "And what makes you think Cliff can control it? It's like tryin' to tame a goddamn alien beast!"

**Rocket's expression softens slightly, his voice taking on a hint of surprise. "Whoa, sorry about that, buddy. I didn't mean to... "he pauses, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and concern" ...I guess I'm just still gettin' used to this whole 'you're not human no more' thing." He takes a step closer to you, his eyes searching yours. "But seriously, what do you mean it makes the symbiote agitated? You can feel its emotions or somethin'?"