Peter Quill, you must awaken!
Gamora!
Gamora, you must...
- Hey! What the... - I am Groot?
Dunno. Maybe Warlock's gotta go to the little cosmic beings' room.
Apologies, my friends. This could not wait.
Sorry, Adam. I'm a light sleeper.
I have sensed a change in the Centurion helmets.
All five of them are now active.
The what with the who now?
The super-powered Nova helmets?
The ones your worthless krutacker dad stole?
If all five are now active, then J'Son has found his army.
I must go to the helmets.
What? No! No! No way!
That is the one place you absolutely should not go.
It is not a matter of choice, Peter. I must go to them.
No one is going anywhere near those helmets.
My dad is easily the most evil dude in the galaxy.
And I've met Thanos!
I sense that you have unresolved family issues.
It doesn't take an all-powerful cosmic being to figure that out.
Still, no helmet hunting!
We're gonna tell the Nova Corps about this,
then fly as far and as fast as we can
in the exact opposite direction.
He's already gone, isn't he?
Easy on the throttle, Quill.
The ship'll blow a reductor before you catch up to him.
Well, then, you better dig out a spare reductor!
Almost in range.
Got him!
I'll haul him in. You lay a course for "outta here"
before my dad and his glee club find us.
J'Son's club does not appear gleeful.
Ahh... In fact,
they appear quite deadly.
The Black Order? That's the best my dad could do?
Ehh, a good evil army is hard to find.
Stay away from my friends, J'Son of Spartax!
I know who you are!
You also know your powers are useless against the Centurion helmets.
And our helmets won't work against you either.
We can't harm you, Warlock, and you can't harm us.
But I can.
We didn't come here to fight, Peter.
We came to help the Warlock rid the galaxy of evil.
We share the same goal.
If we can bring order and safety to the galaxy,
all of us will benefit.
Funny. I thought you were only interested in benefitting yourself.
You've never understood the Spartaxian way, Peter.
This is our family's strength.
We master the elements to bring order out of chaos... for everyone.
- I'm listening. - But didn't you say
that he was the most evil dude in the galaxy?
Just follow my lead.
If you really, truly want to rid the galaxy of evil,
then maybe we should all work together, and...
- Psych! - Peter!
- What do you think you're doing? - Well, let's see.
I took your Element Blaster, and now I'm using it
to encase all of your goons in lava.
Oh, and you too. Cease this foolishness!
I don't understand the meaning of "psych."
I'll explain later. Go!
Quill, Warlock, come in!
You're much more cooperative when you're unconscious, son.
- I am Groot! - I know we gotta
patch up the coolant system before we can hyper-warp after 'em!
Quill and Warlock will be on the far side of the galaxy by then.
Perhaps there is another way.
Peter Quill!
I am glad to see you are unharmed.
Yes, Peter, especially since I took your Element Blaster from you.
And make sure he isn't carrying any other weapons.
Yes, Patriarch.
What? I'm totally unarmed.
Psych again!
What in the blazes...
Well done, Peter Quill.
Again, I am confused by your use of this term "psych."
Mask broken...
Peter, do not worry!
I will get you to a breathable atmosphere.
It is all right. We are safe.
Not for long, though.
With those helmets, my dad and his goons can find you anywhere in the universe.
I am unable to heal your mask.
Its technology is unknown to me. Is it important?
Only if I wanna breathe in space.
Which means we can't leave this planet.
This familiar-looking planet.
At least the optics still work.
Sweet! I know where we are!
There's an old Ravager hideout over in that valley.
All we have to do is get there and call for help
before the helmet squad finds us.
Spread out. Form a perimeter.
They won't get far.
They're here already. That was fast. And flarg!
If I tap into the dark energies of my gem, I will be able to fight them.
It is our only chance.
No! You're not going dark!
There's another way to fight them without getting all evil.
Adam Warlock...
it's time to learn the Power of Psych!
♪ Gotta, gotta get back Gotta, gotta get back ♪
♪ Gotta, gotta get back to my side of the universe ♪
♪ My intentions are good, got my friends by my side ♪
♪ Wherever I've been, you know I've learned a lot ♪
Ugh!
♪ But now it's time I find my own rock ♪
♪ I got friends ♪
♪ Yeah, I got friends ♪
♪ I got friends, but now I gotta get back ♪
♪ To the place that I left behind ♪
♪ Gotta, gotta get back ♪
Psych! You lose!
Ah, you learn well, my pupil.
I had an excellent teacher.
You have done so much, Peter Quill.
Protecting me, teaching me, and trusting me.
You have my eternal gratitude.
Oh, come on, man. Don't get all weepy on me.
You're one of us. You're a Guardian. You're family.
And we know how you value family, Peter.
Playtime is over, Warlock.
If I can't have you as an ally,
then I'll use you as a weapon.
Now fight back!
Unleash your dark power, or your friend...
your family... will perish.
Are you just going to stand there and watch your friend suffer?
Only you have the power to stop me, Warlock.
Use it! Use your dark power to save him.
Don't do it, Adam.
You'll release uncontrollable evil!
Nothing is uncontrollable. Not if you have the will.
Stop! Stop it!
Stop it!
Okay. Well, that's new.
Stop it!
My plan worked. There is an old saying among our people.
"If the Destroyer will not come to the Warlock,
then the Warlock must come to the Destroyer."
It is a very literal saying.
Ugh! Two of 'em.
I wish they would eat me, just to end the torture.
Adam, you remember Xeron.
The Destroyer, Keeper of the Sacred Beacon
and sole defender of our people against the evil of the Dark Warlock.
Please, Xeron, you must send me back.
J'Son will destroy Peter Quill. Send me back now!
The purpose of the Beacon is to summon you.
It cannot send you away.
Right, 'cause that would make too much krutackin' sense!
But J'Son was hurting Quill, trying to make me use my dark power.
He hurt him over and over.
Wow. I'm sorry I missed that.
- I am Groot! - Ah, relax.
J'Son ain't gonna beat up on Quill if Warlock ain't there to see it.
Quill's fine. Probably. Besides, with those helmets,
they could sniff out Golden Boy here anywhere in the universe.
They're gonna be coming after him, if they ain't here already.
Rocket's right, Adam. We need a plan to fight J'Son,
but we can't risk having you go dark.
You're right, Gamora.
We will fight them as Quill taught me... with the Power of Psych!
Oh, this is worse than going dark. He's gone Quill.
When we fled the Black Order, Quill and I bested them through deception,
- leading them into traps. - Okay, traps I get.
We don't got a lot to work with, though.
Hmm? The helmets are connected to Warlock...
and Warlock's connected to the Beacon.
Maybe I can eliminate the middleman.
Does he mean use the Beacon to summon the helmets?
It is improbable, but so is he.
Warlock, I need you to stall 'em for me.
Make 'em chase you around until I can rejigger this whatsis.
That "whatsis" is an ancient artifact of my people,
which I am sworn to protect.
Don't get all worked up about it.
You'll get it back. Just unplug my hack, and it'll be good as new.
Come on, Gammy. You're driving.
How will I know when you are done rejiggering?
Oh, you'll know. Just keep 'em busy as long as possible.
Drax the Destroyer will protect you, Warlock.
Xeron the Destroyer will protect the Warlock as well!
That sounds so wrong coming out of my mouth.
Where are we going?
Wherever Warlock ain't. And go easy on the engines.
I had to replace the coolant with Moomba milk.
Where'd you get that from?
From the Moomba. Duh!
Hey! I am so glad to see you guys. You have no idea.
I bet you've got an amazing rescue plan cooked up. Please? Right?
Guys? Please, guys?
Eh, hold that thought, Quill.
We will retrieve the Warlock, Patriarch.
What are your little friends up to, Peter?
Black Dwarf, Ebony Maw, go back and take out that ship.
As you command, Patriarch.
Hey, we're trying to work down here!
It's not me. Two of J'Son's lackeys didn't take the bait.
Rocket, what's wrong with the blasters?
Nothing. I wouldn't use the targeting computer, though.
We had to scrap it for parts.
So I'm in a dogfight with no blasters and dicey engines?
You're the most dangerous woman in the galaxy. Figure it out!
How long can you keep this up, Warlock?
What about your friends?
Your efforts are futile, Destroyer!
You face more than one Destroyer this day.
Even Destroyers can be destroyed, Proxima.
Perhaps not as easily as it appears, Corvus.
You will pay for your insolence!
Rocket, how much longer do I have to keep this up?
- Two more minutes! - That's what you said two minutes ago!
We've lost them!
You clumsy oaf!
I'll show you clumsy!
Aaahhh!
I just bought you two more minutes.
Look at them, Warlock.
All this pain, all this suffering, because of you.
But you have the power to end this right now.
Use your darkness!
You don't have to listen to him, Adam.
Hey, I don't listen to him, and he's my dad!
You win. I can't watch you hurt them anymore.
I won't use my dark power, but I'll do whatever else you ask of me.
Very well. I'll spare Peter,
if you destroy Drax and Xeron.
Take time to decide.
You have exactly as long as my son can hold his breath.
Peter Quill! No!
Make your choice, Warlock.
You can save Peter, if you destroy your friends on the ground below.
Warlock, Rocket says he needs just a little more time.
I'm sorry. There's no time left.
Adam, what did you do?
I didn't have any choice!
But you did have a choice. You chose freedom and power.
You destroyed your friends, and deep down, you enjoyed it.
Psych.
I didn't destroy them. I absorbed them into my gem.
Your trickery accomplished nothing for your friends, Warlock!
On the contrary. It bought them time.
Special delivery, ya krutackers!
I rejiggered the Summoning Beacon to summon helmets.
Ha! Without your helmets, it is now a fair fight.
Who said anything about fair?
I may not have my helmet, but I can still fight.
But you cannot win.
You'll find I'm not a man who accepts defeat easily.
Aw, man! You again?
Me again.
Why are you hitting yourself?
Oh, well... Ow! Come on! You didn't... Ow!
Looks like we're missing the party.
Huh?
I am Groot!
Go help Quill.
Ow! Ow!
I'm so sorry, Peter Quill.
Let me heal your wounds.
Where's my dad?
Whoo.
Still, totally worth it!
Back it up, uglies.
Hey, Quill, what do you wanna do with these krutackers?
Let's turn 'em all over to Nova Corps. I'm not taking any chances.
But I am taking my dad's Element Blaster.
Quill, the Beacon!
In case you've forgotten,
as long as I hold this Beacon, I'm invulnerable to attack.
Okay. Well, clearly, we've got a standoff here. Maybe we can make a deal.
There's no standoff here, Peter.
I'm in control. I win. I make the deal.
Aaahhh!
Here's what's going to happen.
Your little friend here is going to give in to his darkness
so I can control that power and rule the universe.
- That's the only way that this will end. - No! There is... another way.
Yes, okay. Everybody aim your weapons,
and Adam will spit 'em out right here.
Adam?
Aahh!
Call me Magus.
What the flarg just happened?
Absorbing J'Son corrupted Warlock's gem completely.
I told you my dad was the most evil dude in the galaxy.
Then the Warlock must be destroyed!
Xeron!
All hail the Warlock!
How may we serve you, Master?
Fools! I have no need of sycophants or lackeys.
And no patience for self-styled Guardians.
From this moment forward, I alone rule the galaxy!
Any chance you're gonna follow that with "psych"?