Yondu's quiet about his good-byes. He's gonna miss some people but wants them to make it home. Offers them polite nods and such and hangs around in case anyone wants to shake his hand or say their piece of flip him off or whatever the hell ever. He's good for it. Give 'em closure. But it's when he's about to get back on the train, pressing his ticket to the barrier, that the panic hits. It's practically a countdown and he's getting desperate, mashing the ticket repeatedly, panic growing. He's pausing to observe someone else try to make sure it's working for them. Watching them board before he tries again.
He doesn't want it. He doesn't want that moment of air being ripped out of his lungs, to feel the cold sinking into him again. He doesn't want the stars to fracture and blur and disappear from his vision. He doesn't want to feel it, not again, not like it was. He's waited so long to board that he doesn't have much time. It's practically a countdown for him.
Small favors, it's not out in space where he eventually finds himself. It's on a spaceport colony. It smells stale and the air has that odor of having been cycled through familiar regulators. There are Orloni scampering around the dingier parts- little creatures with the personality of rat pirranha that scuttle into garbage cans. The nicer points, the brothel, the gambling house, some nice inns at least trying to pretend to be for classier clientele (or at least ones that pay better) are cleaner but bright and gaudy and garish. Yondu's been here before- not in a couple of decades, it's changed quite a bit and he tried to stay out of range of Ego's curiosity, but he has been here. A station close to where the planet used to lie. One where he'd even picked up a few payments from him.
It's sitting in front of an information terminal that he digs up articles and stories and personal accounts on the equivalent of stellar social media. Capt. Yondu Udonta died a hero, a member of the Guardians of the Galaxy. His funeral was attended by the 99 remaining Ravager clans. The colors were flown in his honor. There are news anchors talking about successfully heists carried out by the united Ravager captains. There are further successes from the Guardians. There was a purge of 'most-wanted' posts about Yondu in the Kree Empire to stories about how their superior training enabled the former Kree soldier to help save their world and so many others from Ego's wave of destruction (isn't that a hell of a historical edit). There's a video of Stakar Ogord with a metallic stone, talking about how it fell into his lap and how a childish voice entered his head. He'd somehow imagined that it was from one of Ego's victims through some magical means that Krugarr couldn't identify. It had told him that Yondu was sorry, but had been making up for it.
It leaves him sitting like a lead weight for an hour, unsure of what to do. People pass him by like he doesn't exist all the time, while he tries to absorb the knowledge that Yondu Udonta is no longer the vile Ravager exile with a scum of the universe reputation. He's a hero, who gave his life to do the right thing. He was a beloved father and friend and this man he's just read about is somehow supposed to be him? Never before has an idea worn him out so much as trying to wrap his head around that kinda thing and it leaves him just sitting for a while, mentally spent.
Fuck It - OTA
Coping is digging through old illicit bank accounts. Coping is scrounging up the pay that was meant for a good 300 some crew members and using it to vent 'cause it ain't like they're gonna be using it. It's slamming his hands on an inn's front desk until someone pays attention to him and renting a temporary room next to the casino. It's drawing increased attention over drinks, raising his voice and yelling as he gets increasingly riled up. It's slow-dancing with a pretty Krylorian woman at a neon-lined brothel and it's slapping someone badmouthing his son's reputation across their face and reveling in the fight it provokes. It's getting dragged off by the Nova Corp officer hanging out nearby. It's smirking behind the cop while he leaves concerned messages of, "This guy looks familiar, can you run a check?" over his comm, until he looks into the back of his transport and Yondu's gone, his cuffs laying in the backseat.
Because Yondu's back on the platform, having left the allowed range, and after a brief moment of surprise he gets it, and realizes that he can just be as much of a little fucking shit as he wants to be.
Eventually, he makes his way back (eventually, because now he's got it in his head that in case things fuck up he needs to see whatever he can while he has the chance, and takes his own spells of world wandering). He'll gladly bring someone with him if they choose to come along. When someone swings by the platform while he's there? He hollers out to them. "Hey! Wanna take a load off? Believe me, I got ya covered." If they don't have a comfortable place to stay at home, he can rent them a room there. Somewhere to sleep and shower and eat if they're adventurous enough to try alien foods and see stretches of impossibly clear streaks of nebulas and brilliant glistening stars. He's got some leftover money that he's planning on burning through. Might as well treat some friends.
[OOC: Catch him on the platform or somewhere on the spaceport. If someone has left their world and needs a place to sleep or something he'll get them a room.]
Yondu Udonta - Filler and OTA
He doesn't want it. He doesn't want that moment of air being ripped out of his lungs, to feel the cold sinking into him again. He doesn't want the stars to fracture and blur and disappear from his vision. He doesn't want to feel it, not again, not like it was. He's waited so long to board that he doesn't have much time. It's practically a countdown for him.
Small favors, it's not out in space where he eventually finds himself. It's on a spaceport colony. It smells stale and the air has that odor of having been cycled through familiar regulators. There are Orloni scampering around the dingier parts- little creatures with the personality of rat pirranha that scuttle into garbage cans. The nicer points, the brothel, the gambling house, some nice inns at least trying to pretend to be for classier clientele (or at least ones that pay better) are cleaner but bright and gaudy and garish. Yondu's been here before- not in a couple of decades, it's changed quite a bit and he tried to stay out of range of Ego's curiosity, but he has been here. A station close to where the planet used to lie. One where he'd even picked up a few payments from him.
It's sitting in front of an information terminal that he digs up articles and stories and personal accounts on the equivalent of stellar social media. Capt. Yondu Udonta died a hero, a member of the Guardians of the Galaxy. His funeral was attended by the 99 remaining Ravager clans. The colors were flown in his honor. There are news anchors talking about successfully heists carried out by the united Ravager captains. There are further successes from the Guardians. There was a purge of 'most-wanted' posts about Yondu in the Kree Empire to stories about how their superior training enabled the former Kree soldier to help save their world and so many others from Ego's wave of destruction (isn't that a hell of a historical edit). There's a video of Stakar Ogord with a metallic stone, talking about how it fell into his lap and how a childish voice entered his head. He'd somehow imagined that it was from one of Ego's victims through some magical means that Krugarr couldn't identify. It had told him that Yondu was sorry, but had been making up for it.
It leaves him sitting like a lead weight for an hour, unsure of what to do. People pass him by like he doesn't exist all the time, while he tries to absorb the knowledge that Yondu Udonta is no longer the vile Ravager exile with a scum of the universe reputation. He's a hero, who gave his life to do the right thing. He was a beloved father and friend and this man he's just read about is somehow supposed to be him? Never before has an idea worn him out so much as trying to wrap his head around that kinda thing and it leaves him just sitting for a while, mentally spent.
Because Yondu's back on the platform, having left the allowed range, and after a brief moment of surprise he gets it, and realizes that he can just be as much of a little fucking shit as he wants to be.
Eventually, he makes his way back (eventually, because now he's got it in his head that in case things fuck up he needs to see whatever he can while he has the chance, and takes his own spells of world wandering). He'll gladly bring someone with him if they choose to come along. When someone swings by the platform while he's there? He hollers out to them. "Hey! Wanna take a load off? Believe me, I got ya covered." If they don't have a comfortable place to stay at home, he can rent them a room there. Somewhere to sleep and shower and eat if they're adventurous enough to try alien foods and see stretches of impossibly clear streaks of nebulas and brilliant glistening stars. He's got some leftover money that he's planning on burning through. Might as well treat some friends.
[OOC: Catch him on the platform or somewhere on the spaceport. If someone has left their world and needs a place to sleep or something he'll get them a room.]