User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150721164307

Orbit: Hmmm... If we knew where the enemy was heading, the teleporter would be a viable option.

(A few yards away, Orbit hears the sound of a revving engine. Gamora has already hotwired a nearby automobile.)

Orbit: ...

Gamora: You disapprove of my grand theft auto, I presume?

Orbit: *sigh*

(Orbit looks over to Strongheart after his face meets with a light pole.)

Orbit: You alright, Strongheart?

Decibelle: Yeah, go ahead. No way we're getting this... "Achlys popsicle" back on hoof.

(In the sky, Star-Lord's vision starts to clear as the flash of Gunslinger's explosive pellets wears off.)

Star-Lord: Ohhh... When I get my hands on that Skrull-faced son of a bitch...

(He glances down at the ground and sees a sphere of black.)

[click]

Star-Lord: Ironworks, come in. I can't see you or the target.