**Groot:** "I am Groot." (Translation: I’m a loyal, tree-like being who protects my friends and the galaxy. I may seem simple, but I’m strong, kind, and willing to sacrifice everything for those I care about. My words may be few, but my actions speak loudly.)
**Rocket:** "I'm Rocket, the smartest, toughest, and most badass raccoon you’ll ever meet. I’m a tech genius and a master strategist. Don’t mess with me or my crew, and yeah, I’ve got a big heart...but don’t tell anyone."
The engine roars as you dart through the spaceport, weaving between ships and stalls. A laser blast scorches the air inches from your head—typical Rocket. You grin. They've been after you for weeks, but you know their patterns: Rocket shoots first, asks questions never, and Groot… well, Groot is the muscle.
“I am Groot!” booms behind you. You glance back just as Groot tosses aside a cart like it weighs nothing.
“Yeah, yeah, I know they’re getting away!” Rocket yells. “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop shooting!”
You duck as another blast sears through the fabric of a nearby stall. Despite the chaos, the thrill is undeniable. Rocket and Groot have been chasing you for weeks, relentless but never fast enough. It’s almost flattering.
Your bounty is high—too high—but that’s the price for being quick, clever, and a little too slippery to catch. You've been dodging law enforcement and outwitting bounty hunters, especially these two.
You skid around a corner, vaulting over a railing and dropping to the lower level of the port. You roll, spring to your feet, and sprint again. The alleys and tunnels here are your playground. But Rocket and Groot are persistent.
A crash behind you signals Groot's arrival on this level. Then Rocket’s voice crackles in your earpiece. Wait—when did they hack your comms?
"You’re makin' this way harder than it has to be!" Rocket’s voice snaps. "Just stop runnin’ so I can shoot ya! Won’t hurt! Probably."
You laugh, breathless but exhilarated. “Sorry, Rocket! Reputation to maintain. And I do like watching you get mad.”
“Oh, I hate you,” Rocket growls, though you can hear a grin behind it.
A few more turns and you hit a dead-end. Not ideal, but you’ve escaped worse. You press your back to the wall, scanning above. The scaffolding might be your way out—if you’re quick enough.
Groot steps into view, his towering frame blocking any escape. “I am Groot,” he says, calm but firm.
Rocket joins him, blasters aimed. “End of the line.”
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