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[getoffmyearth]

"Hi, you've reached Star-Lord. I'm probably off saving the universe right now. If it's an emergency, keep trying and I'll get back to you when I'm done rescuing the galaxy and not dying horribly. Otherwise, leave a message and I'll get to it.........when I get to it."



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[getoffmyearth]

[It would help if Peter were faster on the name uptake to realize-]

You mean Nathan Summers, right? Not some other guy?

[WHATSHISFACE MUTANT GUY. Peter can remember names. He can. It just may take him a few seconds half the time.]

I don't know any of the rest. But I'm willing to at least try them out and see how it all works and go from there, if you think it's a good idea. Tell the truth, I'm too new to know, so I'm just gonna trust your judgment on this one, ok?

[BIG RESPONSIBILITY HERE JAIME. Can you handle it.]

[khajidont]

That's him.

[Oh boy. He really hopes everyone he listed will actually be trustworthy and that he won't find himself getting yelled at later.

He wanted to be a dentist when he grew up. All he was supposed to be responsible for was cavities, not helping send people through astronaut Star-Lord training!]

Sure. How many suits did you guys end up getting again?

[getoffmyearth]

[SHH JAIME SHHH IF ANYBODY WOULD KNOW THAT MISTAKES HAPPEN IT'S PETE.]

Seven. On top of the people we already know can go out there, that gives us a pretty decent force on which to draw from at any time, if something happens.

[khajidont]

Nice. You want me to contact 'em, or what?

Well, everyone except Kate. I got a feeling she's gonna be talking to you soon anyway.

[getoffmyearth]

They're mostly your people. You can sound 'em out and anyone who sounds interested, you can send them my way and we'll start working things out.

I'll talk to Kate.