tactician
Β a natural savant, both the resident tactician && mechanic of Peter Quill's team.
marksman
Β able to build && operate most weapons' systems with ease and unparalleled accuracy.
pilot
Β captain of the Rack 'N' Ruin; can adapt to fly most vehicles able for space-travel.
Peter accidentally kicked a part, sending it spinning across the floor, as he entered the room. Should he really be surprised to find Rocket among the torn down wreckage of what was a terminal on his ship? No, but it didn’t make him feel any less annoyed.
“When I said you could come aboard, that didn’t mean dismantle anything you could get your little grubby paws on. What are you even doing?“
Whatever doohickey Peter had kicked, Rocket caught it with an almost practiced ease. && without even looking up. Setting it aside for the briefest moment, he hauled two, fat cables up from an open floor-panel. Pinning one beneath his foot, he plucked a connector of sorts from between his teeth & slapped it on the cable still in his paw. His reply was mild; [ d i s i n t e r e s t e d ]
❝Upgrading your firing system. well, I started off building a bomb.❞