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This story was written for Silvergatomon as their Patreon commission reward for the month of June 2018. It contains M/Solo masturbation, autofellatio and watersports involving a consenting adult who is totally not a raccoon no matter what that damn fool Quill says. :3

[center][b][u]Rocket's Peaceful Morning[/u][/b][/center]

When Rocket woke up, the Milano was quiet. Blissfully, remarkably and implausibly quiet. Normally he could hear the clanking of Drax or Gamora training with weapons or weights. He could hear the damnable chirping of Groot's game console, or Mantis giggling at some secret thing she felt someone else on the crew dreaming about, or Quill's music, which wasn't exactly unpleasant but could sure as hell get on your nerves after the sixth millionth rendition of '[i]Brandy you're a fine girl[/i]'. But today, as he kicked off the sheets of his bed and glanced towards the closed door of his cabin, everything was calm and still. The perfect time to let the mind wander, and hands begin to do the very same.

Stretching out to his fullest extent, yawning and murmuring in satisfaction as he scratched at his bare and fluffy chest, Rocket considered going to the restroom and relieving his bladder before he did what his mind was already coaxing him into doing. But, in order to do that he'd have to get dressed. For some reason, jealousy probably, Quill didn't like it when he wandered the ship bare ass naked. Regardless of the human's reasoning though, getting dressed just to take a leak only to strip down again when he got back seemed like a hell of a lot of bother. Besides, he could go when he was done. There was no real rush, anyway.

Curling his clawed toes with a soft growl of relaxation, Rocket reached down and gently, pleasantly squeezed his furred balls. He ran his fingers along the underside of that smooth furred sac, back and forth, back and forth, and murmured as his sheath began to slowly but surely swell and fill out. Before long the tip of his shaft began to protrude forth, somewhat more humanoid in its shape than the rest of Rocket's body might have suggested, probably due to some twisted ideal of whoever the hell was responsible for that part of his genetic engineering. Regardless of its shape though, it was the sensitivity of the organ in question that Rocket was interested in. It was barely half hard when he wrapped his other paw around it, and grunted as he give his growing erection its first welcoming squeeze of the day. Another followed, then a third. It stiffened quicker, more urgently still. Before long Rocket was rock hard, licking his lips and huffing happily as he stared at his ample six inches, a length which looked deliciously big upon his small, limber frame.

Slowly, casually Rocket began to jerk himself off. There was no rush, no particular haste behind his strokes to begin with. It felt good, and for the time being that was enough. The furred male closed his eyes and let his mind explore its own depths. He considered people to fantasise about. Creatures he had met on distant worlds and spent wild, passionate days and nights with. The six cocked Kree warrior. The Beryllian pleasure hunter who had augmented her lips so that she could cum just from a kiss, and whose needs had almost killed Rocket from sheer dehydration. That damnably sexy super-intelligent shade of the colour blue. He could have indulged in his memories of any one of them, or any combination of those immensely pleasant recollections. When it came down to the decision though, there was only one creature in all the universe sexy enough to hold Rocket's attention.

"A-aah fuck... you're so goddamn hot..."

He stared down at his own cock, at his hand pumping at it a little faster, and moaned in excitement. Rocket might have considered himself an unlucky fuck-up in many respects, his mere existence being a joke to what felt like half the galaxy at times. But, for all that those fucking bastard scientists who had conjured him into being for whatever bizarre purposes had done to make his life miserable, they had at least made Rocket deeply, deliciously attractive in his own eyes. That, or he was a narcissist on top of being a borderline psychopath. Either way, watching him jerking himself off was hotter than any number of fantasies involving someone else, and he greedily began to do just that. He watched as he shifted his pace, his style, sometimes stroking with the full fist of his paw and other times just running a few fingertips along the sensitive underside of his cock. Moaning happily, Rocket lifted his hips from the bed and thrust up into the air. He grunted and moaned, tilting his cock so that it was pointed directly towards his face, and opened his muzzle wide as he gasped to himself in rapturous passion.

"You want a face-full? Ahh.... aahhh yeah, you naughty creature. You lewd, shameless little t-trash panda. Ahhfuck, yes..."

His orgasm was still quite some way away of course, but that didn't matter to Rocket. The pleasure of his masturbation combined with his self-stimulating and self-deprecating commentary was more than enough to engage and satisfy him for the time being with the rise to climax being a mere afterthought. On and on he proceeded in enjoying himself in every sense of the phrase. His hand worked his shaft a little longer while he watched the sweet symphony of their movement, only to pull his paw away and roll over, grabbing at one of the pillows that had been resting beneath his head until just moments before and sliding it down to crotch level instead.

"Oh god. You just can't get enough, can you..."

Closing his eyes, Rocket finally did begin to fantasise as he rocked his hips down against the pillow, cock twitching into its soft material and his tail flicking from side to side, now far more free to move and flail around as it was no longer pinned beneath him.

"One Rocket just isn't enough for you, you greedy slut. If it were up to you, t-there'd be another one right here, just as desperate to fuck and to be fucked as you are."

He humped at the pillow as he pictured himself lying flat on his belly, or rather, another version of himself pinned beneath him in that moment. Being humped, being fucked by his own cock and loving it. He wrapped his arms around the pillow, and buried his face in its soft material like it was the scruff of his own neck, biting down hard and groaning as he swore he felt the tingle of ghostly teeth-marks on the back of his own scruff. His cock throbbed between the pillow and his own belly, leaving a trail of glistening pre-cum over both fur and fabric alike, and though the bed began to creak and his moans began to ring out at a volume that would normally have someone hammering on the door and telling him to keep his private business private, no such disturbances were forthcoming.

Time passed. Five minutes. Ten. Twenty. These were estimates of course, Rocket's room was so minimally kept except for his gun closet and a few sets of clothes that even a clock felt unnecessary. He could have gotten up and checked the computer terminal of course, but that would mean ceasing his attempts to pleasure himself, and why the hell would he want to do something that mind-bendingly dumb as that?! Instead, he continued to masturbate, to slip back and forth between humping his pillow and stroking his cock in all manner of positions, sometimes lying flat on his back, sometimes sitting upright, sometimes on his knees with one shoulder pressed into the bedding, humping at his hand as he lifted his tail up high and imagined another horny genetic experiment pumping deep inside his tight asshole.

Finally of course, the potency of that latter fantasy grew too much for Rocket to bear without any effort to make it more of a reality. He groaned in eager anticipation as he rolled over once, twice, and finally a third time to slide off his bed entirely and drop to the floor beside it. He reached under the edges of his sheets where they'd been tossed back, and soon found a notch in the supposedly solid underside of his bedding's metal framework. It popped open, revealing a hidden drawer, and within it Rocket's eyes played gleefully over his personal collection of accessories for accentuating situations just like this. The contents of the small metal drawer ranged from simple holo-projectors of brief pornographic scenes on a constant repeating cycle to a modified shock collar made for lab rats, but repurposed in the wake of its owners rather gruesome death by Rocket's hands into something that electrified for far more pleasant purposes only. At the centre of the drawer however, reaching diagonally from end to end, was the reason that Rocket had opened it up. In a galaxy full of advanced technology, sometimes the simple pleasures were the best. And truly, there were few simple pleasures in life that Rocket enjoyed more than simple stuffing a simple latex cock up his ass.

"Mmnhhhaahh... y-yeah..."

For a few minutes after scrambling back up onto the bed, though he lifted his legs high up into the air and spread them wide open in anticipation of what was soon to follow, Rocket filled his muzzle rather than his ass with the toy. He hadn't used it for several days quite simply because he'd run out of lube, and until they stopped off at a fairly liberal and open-minded system Rocket wasn't going to wander out to an alien marketplace and buy what he hoped would be lube rather than some delayed action battery acid or lubricant made specifically for silicon based life-forms. But, in place of a more efficient lubricant saliva and enthusiasm would have to do, because he couldn't, he wouldn't let this peaceful morning pass without something large and thick and capable of pounding his prostate senseless from filling his backside.

Sure enough, after the cock was rendered dripping wet with Rocket's saliva the male pulled it from his muzzle, groaning in longing as he realised just how much he'd have liked a cock to suck alongside whatever else he was going to do. He rose up onto his knees and spread his legs wide apart, hoisting himself up just high enough so he could place the toy on the bed beneath him, pointed up, and lower himself down until its tip was positioned perfectly against his eagerly waiting rump. He took a deep breath, toes curling down into his bedding, and shuddered as he began to lower himself slowly but ceaselessly downward.

"Oh fuck..."

He grunted as the tip of the toy pressed into him.

"Oh [i]fuck[/i]!"

He cried out as it sank deeper and deeper, four, five, six inches into him and more, bigger than his own cock could ever be even though in Rocket's minds eye it was a perfect copy of his own body that he was sinking down onto.

"Oh h-holy fucking shit... [i]yes[/i]!"

He howled as he soon bottomed out on the toy, feeling his buttocks brushing against the bedding as the dildo's base prevented it from slipping in any further. A moment later, clasping the toy to himself with the trembling fingers of both hands, Rocket let himself fall over onto his back, and with his legs in the air all over again and his tail thrashing wildly around on the bed below, he began to work himself slowly but steadily with the length of that huge thick rubber cock. To fuck himself, to stimulate his prostate and milk his body for pleasure and oozing, dribbling pre-cum from deep within. His toes splayed out and curled tightly in against themselves repeatedly. His ears and whiskers twitched, and as Rocket fucked himself harder and harder with the toy while watching his pre drool out from his untouched and wildly twitching cock all over his own stomach, he moaned and cried out louder by the second not only in lustful elation, but in longing for the next potent fantasy to fill his shamelessly pleasure-crazed and unabashedly lewd mind.

By the time that fantasy did indeed coalesce within Rocket's hazy, overwhelmed brain, his whole torso was glistening with multiple strings of increasingly copious pre-cum. His muzzle was wide open in a state of constant and unashamedly loud panting, and as he drove the dildo deep into his ass once more having pulled it out so that just the tip remained within him, Rocket howled in pleasure as his prostate erupted with potent ecstasy and his untouched cock leapt once more, splattering the underside of his chin with yet another near-orgasmic surge of pre-cum. Rather than pulling the toy all the way out of himself again in preparation for his next thrust however, Rocket left it deep inside. He held it within himself, and began to shuffle around upon the bed with yet more lewd and lustful grunts and whimpers. He span himself around one hundred and eighty degrees until his head was facing towards the foot of the bed, and grinned toothily as he hooked his ankles around the metal structure of the bed's headboard. His eyes were fixated upon his cock just as they greedily had been throughout much of his masturbatory morning marathon thus far, but now with a fevered intensity that was unparalleled

"C'mon Rocket...y-you needy slut. It's time. Get yours. You w-want it... [i]take[/i] it."

He groaned loudly, deliriously to himself as he shuffled and wiggled his way closer and closer to the top of the bed, using his ankles to pull himself tighter and tighter against the headboard until his buttocks and the toy buried inside him were resting alongside it, then continuing to pull himself up even more. He watched his torso ascending, watched his legs pull his lithe lower body upward with his drooling, twitching cock in prime position, and Rocket grunted in delight as without any further delay he began to bend his upper body forward towards it, opening his muzzle wider and wider, groaning, huffing, whimpering with the effort and anticipation as he made the very most of his flexible form and soon found his lips closing around the very tip of his throbbing, pre-cum dribbling erection.

He shuddered happily, hooking both hands behind his head like he was preparing to do sit-ups, providing himself with that little extra leverage as a muffled though still obviously intense moan escaped him. His furred body quaked as little by little, inch by inch he bent his body further and took more of his cock into his muzzle. His warm lips caressed the super tender shaft of his erection, untouched for so long since he had begun to fuck himself with the dildo, and he let slip a howl of such ferocity that he almost lost his maw's grip on his cock entirely in the wake of the first strike of his rough tongue against his sensitive head.

"Mnnhh...

Rocket's eyes rolled slightly in their sockets, and he gurgled happily as he took more and more of his cock into his muzzle and began to suck on it more firmly. This wasn't something he did all that often if he was honest, though for his flexible form it wasn't all that difficult. Every time he did so though, it tended to start a period of several weeks where he did little else as he remembered just [i]why[/i] he did it. Not only did it feel incredible on a physical level, but... holy fuck, it was hot.

"[i]Mnnnnhhhhhhhh![/i]"

He groaned and slurped more and more loudly at his straining, twitching erection, his ass still deliciously full of dildo which thanks to the headboard of his bed against which his rump was pressed was incapable of slipping free. He bucked his hips, humping his muzzle, fucking his own mouth with his cock as pre-cum drooled over his tongue and down the back of his throat. Now there was no denying it, Rocket wanted to cum. He was pushing himself, driving himself towards that orgasm which overall had to have been almost an hour in the making, if not more so. It was already so close after all he'd done to get himself worked up, and now that he was directly stimulating his cock in such a deliciously potent manner, it didn't take long at all for Rocket's self-stimulating muzzle-fuck to produce the results his body so desperately desired.

"Nnnngh!"

Rocket's eyes bulged. His toes curled. His thighs quivered as he almost made himself choke on several short, urgent thrusts that he was helplessly compelled to drive deep into his own maw. His stomach flexed as deep within him all manner of muscles contracted and squeezed, the dildo buried in his ass lighting up his prostate with fireworks of its very own as his rear end clamped down tightly around its unmoving but ever present length. A frantic, obviously muffled wail escaped Rocket as the first eruption of his cum lashed out against the back of his throat, the male gurgling wetly, deliriously in ecstasy. A whimpering cry followed the next, even more unbearably intense surge of cum, his muzzle helplessly opening wide with a loud, wet slurping. His cock sprang free from the muzzle that had been imprisoning it thus far, and left itself free to paint Rocket's panting, grunting, overwhelmed and giddy face with its next streak of cum, and the next, and the next.

"A-ahhhyessss..."

After the fifth shot however, Rocket finally managed to reach up with one quaking hand and grasp his erection, stroking its saliva-glistening length with such urgency and conviction that his eyes bulged anew, and his cum continued to pour forth almost like that first orgasm had simply rolled on into a second. Truth be told of course Rocket had always cum longer and harder than almost any other creature he'd had the privilege of making cum, but even by his standards, goddamn this was one hell of an orgasm.

"Yes! Yes! Aaahhfuck, t-take it. Take it a-aaaaahh... take it all!"

He howled and whined to himself as he painted his face with thick ribbons of cum, jerking his cock while holding it purposefully aimed right at his still open, moaning and blissfully gurgling maw. Rocket bucked his hips and kept on masturbating his cock even after his ejaculations had slowed to a few dribbles, and then to nothing. He huffed and snarled as he almost seemed intent upon pushing through the over-stimulation and continuing his fevered masturbation, but finally, with one last ragged moan and a final dribble of cum that landed upon the tip of his glistening black nose, Rocket released his erection from his grasp and allowed his body to relax, to finally fall limp, loose and sated back against the mattress beneath him.

"Oh fuck..."

For a few minutes he lay there, unmoving, dildo still buried in his ass, legs and tail still high up in the air way above the rest of his body, eyes glazed and staring up at his still semi-stiffened cock, face streaked with ample streaks of glistening cum.

"F-fuck, that was... goddamn..."

He smiled. He grinned. He trembled in delight, and chuckled to himself in pure, unabashed and unironic happiness.

Soon enough though that contented smile faded, and Rocket groaned as something he had put on the back burner over an hour ago suddenly crossed his mind not just as a gentle reminder, but with a rather firm and desperate ache that demanded immediate attention.

"A-ahh. Ah shit, I've gotta piss..."

He groaned to himself, slowly beginning to ease himself down from the headboard, carefully easing the dildo out of his ass and scrambling shakily, a little wearily to his feet once more. He glanced over at his closet, but gasped as the motion of him moving to a standing position indicated to him just how full and desperate his bladder had become over the course of his protracted masturbation. Grunting in rather urgent frustration, he rolled his eyes and made his way to the door of his cabin still stark naked and streaked with the lingering evidence of his shameless self-pleasure.

"Fuck you, Quill. You can't deal with seeing this..."

He grabbed at his still half-hard cock and balls crudely.

"...that's your problem. I've got nothing to hide, a-and no fucking time to hide it even if I wanted to."

In hindsight, Rocket should definitely have gone before he got started. He really, [i]really[/i] needed to go. So much so that even the idea of putting on clothes seemed like more than just a slight inconvenience. If he delayed himself any longer, he was gonna have a real problem, a problem way more embarrassing than potentially letting some of the rest of the crew see the evidence of his masturbatory antics.

He grabbed at the handle of the cabin door, and turned it.

Or rather, he tried to. It didn't budge. Rocket frowned, and tried again. And again. He slammed a fist against its metal structure with a grunt of frustration, only for his eyes to widen as rather than an echoing clang ringing out throughout the metal bulkheads of the ship, there came only a faint, dull thud.

"W-what the fuck?"

Rocket scowled, and with one hand idly gripping at his cock as though attempting to physically hold back the flood that he could feel pressing urgently upon his bladder, he padded over to the far end of the room. Pulling a screwdriver from the pocket of yesterday's jumpsuit, he knelt down and began to unfasten a small panel set into the wall. A panel behind which there rested a junction box for the ship's onboard computer systems, and attached to which was a small, makeshift hacking terminal. It wasn't something he looked at often, just a little failsafe he'd set up for himself after first signing up with Quill and the others, back when he and Groot had been ready to bail at the first sign of trouble or their first opportunity to steal something of value from the others. Of course he never intended to use it to harm anyone or to take over the ship now, but... well, it always paid to have some tricks up your sleeve.

Now though, the hacking terminal served a far more basic function. He used it to examine the Milano's network of systems, and to figure out why the hell there was a sound dampening field around his room, and why the door was locked. Of course, it only took a few seconds for Rocket, even one handed, to get an answer. A flashing light betrayed a tripped alarm, an old security subroutine probably put in place back during Quill's Ravager days, putting the ship into a silent lockdown with deadlocks on every door and sound dampening fields over every surface so as to prevent any movement or communication to hinder intruders. Rocket could see the code controlling it clear as day, and he knew that he should have been able to countermand and deactivate it in a second. It was such an easy job that he wouldn't have even had to think about normally. But... right now...

"God fucking dammit..."

Rocket shook his head and dragged himself away from the hole, to his feet as he grabbed at his crotch with both hands. He was so out of his mind with frustration and the unbearable need to piss, he couldn't think. He couldn't get a single coherent thought through his mind without it being immediately overridden and subsumed by his uncontrollable, utterly frantic need to evacuate his bladder.

"Fuck. W-what the fuck am I s-supposed to... aaaa-ahhh... what am I meant to do?!"

He stared back at the computer console poking out from the wall, then down at his cock, the squeezing and gripping of now both his hands upon it having coaxed it back to a more full erection despite how recently he'd cum. His whole body ached with the now near all-consuming need to use the bathroom. He couldn't think about anything other than how good it would feel to see hot piss streaming out of his cock and feel the pressure on his bladder release. But, the door to the rest of the ship and thus the bathrooms within it was locked, and Rocket's room was so damn spartan in its decoration that there wasn't a single place he could piss short of filling his sex toy drawer or either soaking his entire wardrobe, his floor, or his mattress.

"C'mon, Rocket..."

He moaned to himself in frenzied desperation, pacing back and forth, groping at his cock and balls as though that would do anything but make matters worse, feeling his tail thrashing around behind him and his bladder aching, aching so intensely it felt like it was going to burst at any moment.

"C'mon c'mon c'mon, y-you have to think of something. You h-haaahh... aah god, you have to [i]do[/i] s-something..."

He stared down at himself. At his hard cock now throbbing with pleading anguish within his grasp. He shuddered in desperation, and felt his cheeks flush as he realised that there was no way out. He was going to piss himself. He was going to soak his room and humiliate himself all because he'd been too busy sucking on his own cock to notice that there was a very good reason [i]why[/i] today had been so quiet, why this morning had seemed so peaceful and had left him so utterly undisturbed.

Half way through around round of pacing, practically counting down the seconds till he was forced to lose control, pick a corner and just let loose against a wall, Rocket froze. He froze as something he had just thought to himself in his state of heightened desperation caught for just a second in his aimlessly unfocused and simultaneously tunnel-vision locked mind. His eyes widened. His face burned hot beneath his fur.

"O-oh..."

He groaned to himself in realisation.

"Oh... o-oh fuck..."

He moaned in relief, sagging slightly and racing over to the bed, flinging himself upon it with a strangled whimper as the motion caused his bladder to jolt rather sharply.

"Just when you thought you were already the kinkiest goddamn trash panda in the galaxy..."

Rocket whispered shakily to himself as he flung his legs up against the headboard once more, as he closed his eyes and filled his mind with visions of what he had been doing just minutes ago, suckling upon his own cock in a manner that could so easily have kept him from making the slightest mess with his orgasmic release if only he hadn't released his erection.

"...y-you realise you need to piss in your own muzzle."

His cock hovered over his mouth, twitching, throbbing, his bladder aching with more urgency than his balls had been just seconds before their recent orgasmic release. His face burned brighter and brighter, and Rocket squirmed in anticipation as he pursed his lips, only to whimper to himself one last time.

"A-and then... t-then, you naughty, slutty [i]raccoon[/i]... then you realise, the idea of doing that turns you on more than anything you've ever thought possible."

He moaned in delight as he buried his cock in his muzzle once again just moments later, and without any hesitation, not physically able to restrain himself any longer once he knew that he didn't have to, Rocket finally let his bladder go.

His eyes bulged, and he shuddered as the first surge of hot, acrid piss flooded his muzzle. He gulped it down as best he could while lying on his back, and let loose a wet, desperate gurgle as his hips jerked and pumped his pissing cock deeper into his maw. God help him, he really did like it. Not just the thought of it, but the act. The taste was... well, it was piss, so not great. But, the taste brought with it a deep and unshakable awareness of what he was doing, what he was forcing himself to do, and [i]that[/i] turned Rocket on far more than any flavour of his urine could possibly have done to dissuade him from this phenomenally lewd and private act.

Trembling, gasping, gulping loudly, Rocket drank his own urine for close to a solid thirty seconds, only stifling his flow occasionally to draw breath and to let loose a few ragged, helplessly horny moans. He drank and drank until he felt his flow beginning to lessen, until he felt his bladder starting to empty out the last of what it had to offer, and moaned happily as he pursed his lips and flicked his tongue across his cock to tease forth those last few trickles of residual piss.

His eyes grew heavy lidded in the wake of that act, the embarrassment, the excitement, the taboo filthiness of what he'd just done washing over Rocket like he'd just injected some hard drug. His face burned scarlet beneath its fur. His whole body shook. And as he lay there, with his still hard cock still buried in his muzzle, Rocket grunted as he began to suck himself off for the second time in less than fifteen minutes.

Once again his toes curled. Once again his hips bucked and his eyes rolled. He could still smell the piss on his own breath. Still taste it each time he suckled on his cock or lapped at it or drank down a fresh dribble of pre-cum. Rocket couldn't stop thinking about it, couldn't stop himself being acutely and deliciously aware of what he had just done to himself... [i]with[/i] himself. And, as another impossibly erotic, humiliatingly lewd thought crossed Rocket's mind, he couldn't keep himself from letting loose another muffled wail of ecstasy, and cumming deep into his own maw for the second time that morning.

He wanted to do it again. Not because he needed to... not because he expected to ever need to drink his own urine to keep from making a mess elsewhere ever again. But, he wanted to drink his piss. Maybe to hold his cock upright and soak his own body with it rather than just the inside of his muzzle, and he wanted to feel the desperate aching need to let his bladder go finally be sated in a shamelessly taboo way once again, because it turned him on.

"Mnnnhhghh!"

Rocket gurgled happily as that second time around he didn't spill a drop, guzzling down his lesser but still potent load of cum as ribbon after ribbon lashed against the roof and back of his hungry maw. He continued to gently suckle on himself even after he was spent for that second time, and it was only when his over-sensitive cock began to grow fully flaccid and retract into his sheath that finally Rocket gave a satisfied murmur, gently rolled himself over onto his side, then casually, almost reluctantly shuffled off the edge of the bed and back down to the hacking terminal hidden away within the wall.

"Ohhh..."

Sure enough, with his mind a little pleasure-addled but far more clear than it had been before, it took Rocket just a handful of seconds to figure out the code sequence that had triggered the alarm. Peering over the logs it looked like some substance had been picked up by the Milano's air filtration system, possibly some pollen from Groot's recent flowering. It had been registered as a potential airborne toxin, and after several passes through the computer's databanks the fact it couldn't be catalogued had led to it being classed as a possible gaseous agent being employed as part of a covert attack. Hence the lockdown.

Needless to say, it was a simple fix once he knew what to do. Rocket uploaded a brief data entry classing the pollen as a harmless biological by-product to keep it from happening again. Then he simply bypassed the alarm system with a few lines of code, input a universal shutdown command for all security related procedures currently in effect, and sure enough just seconds later...

"[b]-VERYONE IS BEING VERY QUIET AND I CANNOT LEAVE MY ROOM AND I DO NOT LIKE IT![/b]"

...Drax' voice bellowed over the ship's intercom system as it crackled back into working order.

Rocket chuckled dryly, and rolled his eyes as sure enough just moments later the whole ship was chattering and yelling at one another over the comms network. His peaceful morning was well and truly over.

But, as Rocket slipped the terminal back into the wall and replaced the panel that kept it hidden, he couldn't help smiling as he made a point to memorise the code sequence necessary to activate that same sound dampening field again.

If he could figure out a way to localise it to the walls of his room alone, then he could have as many long and [i]peaceful[/i] mornings to himself as he wanted.

By Jeeves

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