Hello all! This is Inquisitor Lily and hopefully this is the final update for this chapter I will do. I hope you all enjoy it and I'll be updating the rest soon!

After a limited amount of debate I decided to blame Quill for all of this, or Star-Lord or whatever other nonsense he insisted on calling himself. One way or another this was all entirely his fault! If that idiot had just left that accursed orb on that long forgotten planet then none of this would have happened, and more importantly I would not be on a one way trip to space jail when I was just seventeen years old!

I hadn't even done anything remotely illegal; I hadn't shot, maimed, or stabbed anyone despite the extremely powerful urges that came up during moments of high stress and annoyance. I had been trained to do all of them too, but thankfully I had will power so to avoid going to jail. But then there was one little slip up, which I couldn't barely classify as a slip up, broke my perfect record.

My slip up was caused in part by a very particular fight that I hadn't been involved in, I had only been watching it with mild amusement until I was very wrongly attacked. So yes my response to being attacked was to very purposefully attempt to break somebody's nose, attempt is the key word there. I didn't even break it!

For heaven's sakes I should have been praised for punching a wanted outlaw in the fact, but no! Now I was the bad guy!

Maybe now would be the time to back up a bit, huh? Step back and start from the beginning.

Well firstly my name is Mariella Stark, well it was. I'm still a little iffy on how this whole thing works. Not too long ago I had been a regular-ish high school student in New York City. I was also heir to a multi-billion dollar company, the only daughter of one of the richest and smartest men alive, training to be a member of one of the world's greatest spy organization. And the best of all I had been in love with my best friend in the whole world.

For the first time in my life everything had seemed absolutely perfect; so naturally fate had to throw me a curve ball.

My memory is still a little fuzzy on what exactly had happened, whenever I looked back to remember everything always seemed like it was a dream. I could remember somebody shouting my name over a roar and the ground almost seemed to shake before the world went black.

But when I did finally open my eyes I realized that not everything was how it seemed, I found myself laying on my back in some soft grass… countless miles away from home. I'll clue you in right now, I had woken up in space.

I found that my ash blond hair had been drained of its pigment, turning it into a startlingly soft shade of white. And then there was also my streak, I think I had been born with it. But then again that was just going off my own speculation since there wasn't really anyone I could ask who would really know. It had once been a lighter shade than the rest of my hair, reminding me of that fashion expert Tracey something, but it had now turned a pretty cool looking electric blue. It was almost like some psycho with Photoshop had gotten a hold of my DNA and had decided I needed a paint job.

So to sum it all up: I had found myself on some planet, lost and without a clue as to what was happening or what to do.

For some reason neither my high school nor SHIELD had a class to teach me how to deal with this kind of situation.

Thankfully there was one small lifeline that I could cling to in this chaos; from a young age I had been taught by a very strange man a number of important but probably emotionally scarring lessons. He was an evil man who had recently revealed himself to be a monster, and had of course tried to kill my father. Because everyone did that. Anyways one of those skills he had taught me was the importance of adaptability, something that would have been extremely important if I had become the head of Stark Industries, as unlikely as it seemed at the moment.

I had calmed myself down, mostly through distracting myself. I began by making up a number of possible theories that could explain these events. Well I gave it my best shot with the limited amount of data I had gathered.

My first priority was location, it wouldn't take a genius to uncover that I was one another planet besides earth. After all the soft grass I had found myself on turned out to be blue and the natives were talking asparagus people, well they looked like asparagus anyways. But as I had said I had a limited amount of data I could go off so I was definitely missing more than a few pieces in between.

The asparagus people weren't that much help either as they only wanted to have me for lunch, literally they wanted to eat me. They were polite about it though, but it had still been terrifying and I was sure that I would suffer from nightmares until I was at least forty years old.

But as I said there were theories that I had managed to come up with, the one I found to be the most likely was that I had died. As I said before I don't quite remember how I had died all I know was that it happened. This simple fact led me to believe that this whole thing, in the simplest terms, my afterlife. This strange slightly messed up adventure was what I deserved for living my life the way that I had.

Personally I would have preferred to be reincarnated or something but I supposed I couldn't be too picky, especially when I took into consideration the various different ways humanity had described the afterlife. At the very least I managed to get off the planet of the polite man-eating asparagus people, utilizing some honest money that I had made. Even in space being the daughter of a genius did nothing but help me.

Once off the asparagus home world I discovered that out there in space behold my blue planet there was quite a bit more life out there, and not just the Asgardians. I found myself again wondering if all agent mythology was the result of psycho bored aliens coming down to earth because they wanted something to do. Some of the aliens were even reasonable, some polite like the asparagus people.

I was a little surprised to find that quite a few aliens was actually quite familiar with the planet Earth, though for some reason they called it Tera, and all of them seemed to have almost no interest in it.

They spoke freely about it if I asked, not bothering to sensor what they said since no one seemed to peg me as a human. I guess the change in hair color did have some advantages. I choose to use this to my advantage, as it seemed that most aliens looked down at humans as inferior beings.

To help with my clever ruse I chose not to go by my birth name, as it sounded far too human for my tastes. It took me a little over two days to think up a good alternative, I blamed procrastination for that one.

Fix-It, Widget, Ratchet, Nightingale, Silver, etc. You name it I probably considered it at one point.

It was times like that that I wished Hawkeye was here, when I had been enrolled in SHIELD's program he had been one of my trainers and had promised to help me come up with a cool code name.

In the end I found my name in a moment of nostalgia, when I was thinking of my dad. It was one of those jarring 'holy crap, this shit is real' moments when I realized that one of my biggest goals, to actually get to know my father, had just been torn away from me.

I found it tragic but at the same time it reminded me of some of the biggest lessons that I had ever been taught: Stark's survive.

It didn't matter how, or why, or what we had to do, Stark's always get back up no matter what. If my father could walked out of a twelve months captivity as one of the greatest heroes of our time as one of the greatest phoenix metaphors to date, then so could it.

And that was how Phoenix was born.

I used the multiple skills that I had to build a number of devices, impressive even to the oh so advanced aliens. I decided to make something of myself, follow in my grandfathers footsteps and start out small, as a soft of wandering mechanic.

As it was because of that that I learned what I could really do. But I think I'll leave that as a surprise for now.

The story really kicks up on the lovely planet Xandar, I had made quite a few stops to the planet in my time and I had a few potential deals lined up with some of the locals. One of which was a shady centurion who was willing to pay top dollar (units?) if I managed to repair two very rare ships. After a very interest background check I discovered that he may or may not be the captain of a group of space pirates, commonly know as the Ravagers.

Really I should have taken that as my first clue about how well all of this was going to turn out. But even with my advanced intellect I could never have thought that the events would lead me to teaming up with a talking raccoon, a tree, a green woman with knives, a violently raging psychopath, and a kleptomaniac human playing cowboy.

The first thing that I really noticed was the fight.

I had seated myself down on a bench, with ample time before I was due to meet up with the centurion. So like any modern teen I had decided to kill some time, which I did by checking my emails on my holographic wrist thing, or HWT for short. It also sounded way cooler than the full name.

I hadn't really been that interest in what was happening around me but the commotion sounded exciting and therefore more entertaining than the email from a over-dramatic trophy wife. So I had taken a curious glance up, and then I did a double take when I registered what I had seen.

I raised an eyebrow as I observed what was going on, everyone in the area seemed to be focused on the two fighters in the street. They were laying on their backs, appearing to be doing some form of lazy fighting on the ground.

Either laziness had actually become a major disease or they had better street performers than New York.

One of the fighters was green, and going off the long dark hair and curved figure I would say that she was a girl. But the other one, probably a guy or a very big lady, seemed to be almost... was he human?

Surprisingly I hadn't even considered stepping into stop the fight, growing up in New York I had grown to assume that when there was a fight somebody had certainly done something to deserve it.

And today it looked like it was the guy because the woman shouted as she flipped over onto his chest with what appeared to be a very sharp knife held over her head. As if she was about to sacrifice him for some other reason.

It looked like things were about to take a turn for the bloody.

Thinking quickly I pulled up my recording software that I had built into my HWT when things did not become bloody. You would too if a green chick was tackled football style by a raccoon. That's not even mentioning the walking tree who was holding up what could definitely be called a kidnapping sack.

From here I swear I could hear somebody, possibly the raccoon, ordering someone to put the guy in the bag.

I guess the tree had a gender issue though because instead of the guy he started trying to pull the green girl into the sack. Hey! Stop laughing, it's not that funny!

Filming really seemed like a good reaction to this kind of thing, it was a reaction shared by every New Yorker ever: Find a way to get the best shot possible because this shit belonged on YouTube.

And even then I needed it for the amazing vine it had to potential to become.

So basically I had no idea what was going on and frankly I really didn't care. All I knew was that this was going to be absolutely amazing to watch later.

In fact I was about to get up and move closer so that I could get an even better view only to find that I didn't have to. The guy, who really did look like a human, began running in my general direction. And now that he was off the ground I could easily see that he was wearing some Ravager garb, I wonder if this was the guy I was supposed to meet.

It was about then that the accursed orb I mentioned earlier came into play, from the distance I was it didn't seem like anything special. I hadn't even noticed it until the green girl threw a knife at it. Thankfully (or unfortunately) things didn't really become bloody yet because she had amazing aim. All it really did was knock the orb out of his hand. I got up quickly to follow it, quickly putting the pieces together when I realized that the orb was the center of the fight. I moved towards the edge of the walkway as it rolled down onto the ground below, I opened my mouth about to make some kind of comedic comment.

But then I was attacked.

I had heard him coming up behind me clearly running after the oh so precious orb, but I had assumed that he would have the common sense not to run into me. This will be the last time I ever associate 'common sense' with Quill by the way. Instead of moving maybe two feet to the right or left he hit me head on from behind.

I let out a shriek in surprise as I found myself very suddenly flipping over the railing. There was a rush of air that blew my hair as the ground suddenly got alarming close. I was just opening my mouth to scream when I slammed into the ground at full force.

I laid there stunned for a moment before I finally got control of my limbs and forced myself up, all the while shaking my head forcefully as I tried to stop the ringing in my ears. I winced painfully as my head throbbed, well isn't that lovely! I have a concussion! Just what I wanted!

I blinked my eyes open, attempting to use sheer willpower to make everything turn into something besides blurry figures. It took a moment for everything to come into focus but even then I didn't see the idiot who knocked my off, until the green chick was sent flying into a nearby fountain. Tracing her movements back my eyes locked onto my target, I was up on my feet before I really knew what exactly I was doing. I made a beeline for the jerk who seemed completely at ease, totally unaware that I was about to kick his ass. And he really deserved it since he had just knocked me off a walkway, which could have killed my by the way, and didn't even think to check if I was okay or going to sue him or something.

I mean sure noting's really broken but that's not the point! Good god I sound like a YouTube troll, didn't I?

"Hey!" I shouted suddenly as I stomped over getting his attention very quickly. He turned calmly as if he was about to be greeted by a friend, only to be greeted by my fist connecting with his face. Sadly I hadn't been able to aim the hit properly because I had pulled back just as he was turning, so I didn't manage to break his nose as I had originally intended. I did however manage to send his stumbling back as he clutched his nose probably throbbing nose with his eyes squeezed shut in pain.

Taking advantage of his distraction the tree shoved him into the bag, yet before I got the chance to tackle the idiot and actually break his nose.

"What the what?" I demanded glaring at the tree accusingly, "Hey! I was attacking that guy!"

It might have been my imagination but the tree almost seemed apologetic as it walked pat me. Like a spoiled child who had their toy taken away I crossed my arms with an angry huff turning to watch the tree leave.

I didn't move when the green girl, having recovered from her dip in the fountain, came back and decided to cut off the trees arms.

She made a move for the bag, but as soon as it was opened something shot her in the face sending her flying back again. The jackass in the bag took that chance to make a break for it, apparently realizing that a lot of people wanted to kill him.

You might call me bitter but I didn't like that.

So if I laughed when the raccoon shot him with a very impressive weapon that sent electricity shooting at the jerk, you could hardly blame me. Said ball of electricity made the jerk scream in pain as he collapsed, vengeance was sweet.

I smiled satisfied as I turned ready to walk away and wash my hands of this, and never see any of these people ever again. I only walked about four feet before I was cornered by three armed officers.

"Put your hands up!"

My eyes widened and I blinked startled. I looked back behind me trying to see if one of the crazies were behind me. Finding no one behind me I turned back.

Slowly I raised my hands as I snapped bitterly, "You have got to be kidding me."