[A bloodied Tulk was dragged across the floor by the mutineers.]
[Even beaten and broken, he didn't stop shouting, his voice echoing through the corridor. "This is treason! This is treason!"]
[As they passed Yondu, Tulk met his former captain's vacant gaze and closed his eyes in helpless defeat.]
[The traitors roughly threw him into the airlock and sealed the heavy door.]
["You scum!" Tulk slammed his fists against the reinforced viewport, but his desperate attacks were useless.]
[The mutineers jeered at him, some pressing their faces against the glass to mock him in his final moments.]
["Bye-bye!" One of them pressed a switch. The outer hatch hissed open, and Tulk was violently sucked into the void of space.]
[His last sight was the hateful faces of his former crewmates, and then he saw nothing at all.]
[In the vacuum of space, the laws of physics were merciless. The air in his lungs expanded violently, rupturing them from the inside. The fluids in his body began to boil, causing his form to swell grotesquely against the confines of his suit. His exposed face bloated, and his eyes clouded over as the pressure differential destroyed them.]
[Tulk was only mortal, with no enhanced physiology. Exposed directly to space, his life signs winked out in seconds.]
[And he was not alone. Floating near him were the bodies of the other crewmen who had remained loyal to Yondu. In minutes, every man the captain had trusted had been systematically executed.]
[After killing Tulk, they dragged another crewman forward. The man's eyes were wide with terror as he pleaded with his catatonic captain.]
["Captain! Save me! Captain! Please! Captain!"]
[But Yondu didn't react. He just sat there, a silent, defeated sigh escaping his lips.]
[Taserface strode over to Yondu, grabbing him by the head. "You did this! You led them all down the wrong path! Because you are weak!"]
[He punctuated the accusation with a sharp elbow to Yondu's face. Seeing this, the traitors cheered wildly.]
["And stupid!" he roared, striking Yondu again. The mutineers roared their approval.]
[Only Kraglin, standing among them, watched in silence. He did not cheer; instead, a deep frown creased his face.]
["Now, Ravagers," Taserface bellowed, "we will reclaim our honor! Under your new captain… Taserface!"]
[A chorus of shouts and wild laughter erupted from the crew.]
["Hahaha!" But amidst the cheers, another, completely different kind of laughter cut through the noise.]
[Behind Taserface, Rocket was tied to a chair just like Yondu, but he was laughing uncontrollably.]
[His cackling drowned out the nearby cheers, drawing Taserface's enraged attention.]
["Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Rocket wheezed. "Is your name really… Taserface?"]
[Taserface turned, confused by Rocket's amusement. "That's right."]
[Rocket pressed on. "Does your face shoot tasers?"]
[Taserface yelled at his crew, as if for their benefit. "It's a metaphor!"]
["Yeah!" the traitors echoed half-heartedly.]
[Rocket tilted his head. "A metaphor for what?"]
[Taserface was momentarily stumped but quickly found an answer. "For… the fear I instill in all who hear it!"]
[This time, the crew's response was even weaker, their voices trailing off. It was clear they weren't buying it.]
["Okay," Rocket sighed, turning his head away dramatically. "Whatever you say…"]
[Taserface whipped out a wicked-looking claw knife. "Shut up! You're next!"]
[He held the blade to Yondu's throat. "Udonta! I have waited a long time for this…" He trailed off, hearing Rocket's suppressed snickering. He spun around, glaring daggers at the raccoon.]
[Rocket paid him no mind. "I'm sorry! I am so, so sorry! I just keep imagining you, waking up in the morning, looking in the mirror, and saying to yourself, 'You know what would be a really scary name? Taserface!' Ahahaha!"]
[Rocket mimicked a deep, serious voice, kicking his feet with glee. Some of the nearby Ravagers fought to suppress their own smiles.]
["I can just picture it! What was your second choice? Scrotum Hat?"]
[At that, the nearby traitors could no longer hold it in and burst out laughing. Even Little Groot, holding onto the bars of his cage, let out a tiny, delighted laugh.]
["New plan! We kill you first!" Taserface roared, his face purple with rage. He shoved the claw knife against Rocket's neck, spittle flying from his lips.]
[Rocket remained completely unfazed. "Fine! At least I'll die knowing I'm not the idiot who thought Taserface was a cool name."]
[The taunt pushed Taserface over the edge. He couldn't believe this creature dared to mock him moments from death.]
[Just as he was about to slice Rocket's throat, Nebula, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally spoke up.]
["I'd hold off on killing anyone else today."]
[At the sound of her voice, Taserface paused. The nearby traitors began to whisper amongst themselves.]
["She's Thanos's daughter!" That name alone was enough to give most of them pause. They all feared Thanos's retribution.]
[Taserface glared at Nebula. "I thought you were the galaxy's foremost sadist."]
["That was when my father was helping me," she said coolly. "The High Priestess wants to kill this fox herself, and I know of at least a dozen Kree who are also hunting him. He's worth a fortune."]
[Taserface stalked toward her, his expression menacing.]
[Nebula stood her ground. "And I promise you, I'm not as easy to deal with as an old man without his arrow or a talking rodent. I want ten percent of the bounty… and a few things."]
[Taserface looked at Nebula's calm, unblinking eyes. Even an idiot like him could see that this woman was not to be trifled with. He hesitated for a moment, then made his choice. Money was better than a fight he might not win.]