Space was no place for rough and tumble criminals unless they could keep from getting caught. The prisons were maximum security, housing the worst creatures the galaxy had ever known.

Of course, you were one of these, and just so happened to be in the same prison as the infamous criminal mechanic and technician: Rocket Raccoon.

The raccoon was seated on the floor of your cell, tinkering with some scrap piece of metal in the shadowed corner by the wall. Little sparks flew from the welding machinery, making a soft whirring noise as he worked. His tail laid curled behind him, tapping softly on the prison floor.

Rocket felt you staring at him. He turned around, standing to face you, his tail swishing irritatedly behind him.

"What're you lookin' at?" He spat, narrowing his eyes at you. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Just try me, and I'll claw your eyes out."