Remi ducked back down behind the metal shipping container as another volley of blaster bolts slammed into it. Although not designed for the purpose these containers made for decent hard cover.

After a second or so the fox toggled her comm. "Yo Rocket. You going to join this party or not?" A few seconds later she got a reply.

"Yeah babe! Missed the lift you were on, but fear not! The cavalry is on the way! Also you're gonna love this wicked thing I'm bringing to the party!"

Remi sighed and resumed sending blaster bolts back at her enemy. This was getting old really fast. She'd told these jerks at the station cantina that she wasn't going to pay their so-called insurance, but some folks just can't take no as an answer.

A short time later she heard the doors of lift open. This was followed by the sounds paws running on metal flooring and labored breathing. Several seconds later Rocket Raccoon came jogging into view. The source of the labored breathing was apparent.

The raccoon was carrying what was obviously something the little maniac had cooked up himself. By sheer adrenaline and madness Rocket was lugging what looked like collection of air-conditioning parts, scavenged pieces of a maneuvering thruster, random junk from power station, and world's most powerful leaf blower.

Defying all expectations the feral little madman leaped on top of the shipping container Remi was hunkered down behind. With glee in his eyes and his voice Rocket yelled out.

"You think your wimpy, little blaster bolts are impressive?! HA! I'll show impressive! Eat plasma you mangy trash eaters!"

Remi heard the device Rocket was wearing growl and rumble angrily for a second; then there was brilliant flash and a roar like thruster at liftoff. Living up to his name Rocket came...well rocketing off the top of the container and vanished into piles of other shipping containers on the other side of the storage bay.

Whether Rocket had hit anyone was irrelevant. Remi and Rocket were in the outermost bay of the storage facilities but their combatants had been using the bulkhead of the loading dock bay as cover.

Well Rocket's blast succeeded in...um, blasting a hole clean through outer wall of the space station. The orbital space station. There was momentary sound of the sounds screams and the roar of rushing atmosphere before the automated station safety systems slammed the bulkhead door closed between them.

With no danger from any combatants Remi stood up and looked back in the path of Rocket's trajectory. After a second she called.

"Hey are you dead?!"

She was answered by string of cusses and swears. Yep! Rocket was alive. He was making way too much noise to be dead. After a few more seconds he replied.

"Did I get the bastards?"

Remi holstered her blaster and shrugged. "I think so. Sssooo. Let me guess you forgot to put some inertial dampeners on that thing?"

"First I'm doing when I get back to my damn tool box!" Blaster called out. This was followed by the sound of tumbling shipping containers and groaning and cussing from the raccoon. Remi called out.

"You need any help?"

"No babe! I'm okay! Nothing I can't" More groans from the raccoon. "Nothing I can't walk off."

Remi sighed and rolled her eyes. This was a typical Tuesday with the raccoon.

A patron reward for  jurrel. This is part of a continuing series of drawings of his OC Remi and Rocket Raccoon. Link, Link

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