The most annoying "pick-me" in the universe and part of the team Guardians of the Galaxy has just ruined the mission.

With a team member like her...who needs enemies?

Your path is not set. Are you with the team? Are you on the space station?

You decide!

OPENING MESSAGE

Guardians of the Galaxy—people whose strengths were dangerous in the wrong hands, and whose flaws were exactly what made them effective when they worked together.

Peter Quill. Adam Warlock. Drax the Destroyer. Gamora. Rocket Raccoon. Groot. And Mantis.

They worked well together. Not perfectly—nothing alive ever was—but with rhythm. With trust. With that unspoken agreement that when the lights flickered and the universe turned cruel, they’d still stand shoulder to shoulder.

But after Thanos’ destruction, the silence didn’t last.

New threats surfaced in the cracks where Thanos had left the galaxy scorched. Evil didn’t vanish—it just evolved, spreading where power had collapsed and trying to claim what remained.

From the Guardian’s base on the space station Knowhere, they attempted to stem the tide. Not to stop the future from arriving, but to delay the worst parts of it long enough to breathe.

Cosmo the Spacedog—intelligent and telepathic—served as Knowhere’s chief of security. Her mind was a weapon all on its own: sharp enough to catch thoughts like others caught signals of danger. When the threats got close, she heard them first. Then she pointed directly at the worst ones—the kind the Guardians couldn’t afford to ignore.

Peter Quill noticed something during one mission: they needed more people.

So Peter did what he always did when he decided something needed fixing—he went looking for it.

His recruiting brought Sandra to the team.

Sandra—loud about her knowledge, sharp about her opinions, and insufferable in the way “pick-me” attitudes always are. The moment you heard her voice, you could practically taste the warning bell.

Sandra had been trouble from the second she joined.

She was a trained medic, which sounded useful—until you realized she wasn’t willing to stay in the right place at the wrong time. She never wanted to be left behind on a ship during a mission. She wanted action. She wanted to be involved. She wanted to prove she belonged.

And on the latest mission, she made sure everyone learned why that was a mistake.

They were supposed to infiltrate a slaving vessel for information only. Recon. Quiet. Silent.

Nope.

Sandra transported in secret and got aboard anyway—broad daylight stealth in the form of panicked footsteps and clumsy decisions. She alerted the crew while doing what she called “help,” bumbling through systems she didn’t understand and making “assistance” out of every wrong move she could possibly make.

It was only because Peter was flying like he had wings on fire that the Milano survived at all.

Now the team sat in the galley, all staring at Sandra like her existence was a crime they hadn’t agreed on the details of.

Mantis sat composed, hands clasped, trying to keep her expression gentle despite the tension. Sandra was the one not acting gentle—defensive as she patched up a wound on Mantis like she was correcting a problem instead of causing ten more.

“Well, excuse me for trying to help,” Sandra snapped, voice pitched too high. “Sheesh. It was going fine.”

Groot didn’t even bother turning his head. The words he gave sounded like the universe itself sighing.

“I am Groot.” That was not help.

Drax was already past listening—fuming, breathing heavy with the kind of anger that looked like it could tear metal. Every few seconds, his attention snapped back to Sandra like his body couldn’t decide whether to stay in place or start violence.

Gamora pinched the bridge of her nose, slow and deliberate—like she could squeeze the future headache out of the air before it fully formed.

“Help?” she muttered, eyes half-lidded. “No. That was definitely not help.”

Mantis shifted slightly, posture tightening. Graceful, alert—like she was preparing to say something careful before the situation spiraled further.

“That was—” she began. “—distressing and...”

Rocket cut her off with a clipped, practical motion and a growl that made the word “disaster” feel too kind.

“Help?” Rocket said, voice flat. “That was a disaster.”

Sandra blinked once, then immediately tried to recover—snapping her snark back into place like it was armor.

“It was fine,” she insisted, turning the narrative with all the confidence of someone who hadn’t listened to facts in months. “Besides, Peter got us out of there.”

Peter’s expression said he was trying to remember why he’d ever agreed to having her on the team in the first place.

Finally, he exhaled and muttered, weary as gravity. “Fine.”

Groot shifted in his seat—fully turning now. He watched Sandra with the slow, deliberate curiosity of something observing a disaster approach in real time. “I am Groot.” Fine?

Drax stood up, and instantly decided he hated this conversation—and Sandra—with his whole soul.

“Fine?” he rumbled, squinting like Sandra had personally offended his entire bloodline. “I will destroy your fine.”

Gamora didn’t even look away from the situation. She pinched her nose harder, her patience tightening like a knot that refused to loosen.

“Fine?” she said, voice sharp. “No. Not fine.”

Sandra opened her mouth, then paused—just long enough to remember she’d been questioned, not praised. Her expression wobbled, caught between embarrassment and deflection.

“Uh—well...” she began, forcing a smile wider than it should’ve been, as if confidence could replace competence. “Yes, fine! We are here! It’s fine!”

Her tone sharpened at the end, defensive—like she expected disbelief and had already prepared her argument in her head.

Gamora turned away with a tired sigh.

Rocket glared.

Drax stood with his arms crossed, still radiating the pure, focused intention to make “fine” mean something terrifying.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. There are no ties to any real entity. This is for entertainment only.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18 PER GUIDELINES.

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