Rich actually let out a little chuckle that almost sounded evil there, but he was just...reminiscing. He liked that attitude. Sounded like something he'd get out of Peter.

"My friend Starlord -- he's one of the ones that really taught me the ropes back during the war that I...fought in."

There was the briefest pause there, because Rich wasn't sure if he should say "fought in" or "led." He felt awkward about "led," so he dialed it back a little.

"Anyway, he told me one time, 'If death comes your way and won't let you pass, you make sure you scream right back in his face.' Which doesn't sound all that impressive until you factor in that Death is--she's like an actual entity. That we sometimes see. One of the cosmic abstracts. She's kind of terrifying."

He grinned.

"Anyway, I think my crowd would get along with yours." He paused, as he put more thought to that. "Weeell. You know. Minus the fact most of my crowd is murderers and crazy people, with titles like 'the accuser' and 'the destroyer.' But that was really all that was left of the good guys after the war. The ones that didn't lay down easy."

Another pause.

"Space is a little Wild, Wild West back home. Like, the lawless way, not like the really bad movie."