User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-5837525-20161115183945

(One of Star-Lord's jet boots take a direct hit from the guards' gunfire, causing him to go into an uncontrolled tailspin toward a shipping crate. Deactivating the damaged jet boot, he uses the one remaining to correct his flight a little before landing back on the ground. He then takes aim at the guard that grounded him and fires a spray of plasma shots.)

Star-Lord: Good... At least Kick's been recovered. That just leaves the leftover trash.

[click]

Star-Lord: Any sign of Zeiss in the area?

Freeheart: I'll come along too, in case you need any last-minute medical care.

Sombra: Do you? And what does the "peerless painter Parlys the Pale" define as greatness? Vicarious glory?