"Garble!" Spike yelled. "Stop!" Garble turned to Spike.

"Stop?" He asked "You want me to stop right now!?"

"Yes. Leave him alone." Garble marched to Spike.

"Oh, Spike, and I was this close to actually respecting you!"

"You don't have to respect me at all, just follow my orders. Leave Odiv be; he's learned his lesson."

"Oh, Odiv has not learned anything! My gang hasn't learned anything! I'm going to give them a simple lesson: Don't fuck with Garble!" Spike grabbed Garble's arm.

"And I think you need a lesson on mercy."

"Mercy!? That's the most pathetic thing anyone can do!"

"No. Mercy is something that the strongest men can do."

"This piece of shit doesn't deserve any mercy!"

"That piece of shit was your second in command! And I learned everything: you wanted the Wild boys to go on a war and take over everything in the black market!"

"Yeah, I did! So what? We would've won."

"You were the newest gang around, unsure on what to do. You wanted to do whatever you want and Odiv told you otherwise. The power you had corrupted you! That's the reason you were almost killed! Let Odiv go. Who knows, when you're in trouble, he may be able to help you." Garble stared at Spike, then turned to Odiv. Odiv stood up and limped his way to some other Wild Boys. Garble aimed his pistol, but, he hesitated. He let out an angered sigh.

"Fuck! Fine... you're right, Commander. Let's get off this shit planet before I tear up."

Back on the Celestia, Spike entered Garble's room, the Starboard Cargo Area, and saw the place was organized & clean, but Garble was opening a large box.

"Nice to see a clean room." Spike commented.

"Eh, whatever." Garble replied.

"So what did you do? Is it illegal?"

"Yeas and no to the last. Your ship needs fuel, and you've been throwing trash in here. I hooked all the waste bins to go through here and made sure it goes to the engine."

"Turning trash into fuel?"

"More or less."

"That's legal. And the other?" Garble had a noticeable smirk.

"You're gonna love this." He opened the box, and Spike took a look inside: there were various tools and weapons, most looked highly illegal.

"And this is?"

"Gifts for the whole crew." He began to pull out and describe the various objects. "The big guy, Big Mac, I can already tell, he's the silent, western type. Sorta like the human's... John wayne, or Clint Eastwood. That's why he's getting these babies: twin pistols that act a lot like revolvers."

"You really think he's gonna be like a cowboy in the mission?"

"If it means saving our asses, then yes, he's most likely going to act like a cowboy. He's already the silent type. Next, for Diamond Tiara, being your second in command, these glasses are going to help her watch you, me, and everyone else here."

"She's going to watch what we see?"

"Only when she's in combat. Best I can describe is that she's going to see you all as dots when she's sitting down, doing nothing. You won't mind this, but the Doc is suppose to be our doctor, right?"

"Yes, and he's-"

"He has no fucking med-kit! This, is what he's going to get: a med-kit to heal our asses in your suicide mission."

"...That's... actually smart."

"I'm no genius, but I'm not an idiot. Next, for that lovely Sunset Shimmer, Armor piercing ammo."

"No weapons?"

"She's got that sniper already; this is going to work against those long targets with either very thick helmets, or very thick skulls. For the equally attractive but old as hell, Sonata Dusk, these pheromone grenades"

"...Pheromone grenades? Why?"

"Easy; the ones caught in the explosion die from the blast, and those that are alive & caught in the gas will be too sexually attracted to us before we shoot them."

"And what if we inhale them?"

"Then you should've worn your helmet. Next, ah, Strongheart: these brass knuckles will do much fine!"

"Hm... she does love to go face-to-face with the enemy."

"As she does to you." Spike blushed. "Oh, I'm keeping these ones: flamethrower gloves! I'm gonna enjoy burning some bugs and listen to them scream!"

"You better control yourself."

"I will, sir. For that girl, Sweetie Belle, easiest thing she can add: rockets to her drones!"

"Explode more people in their cover?"

"Yeah. Now... Trixie... so sneaky, yet not so sneaky enough. Silencer boots will do the trick, along with this sound-proof gas mask."

"Are you deliberately helping her steal?"

"I wish; think I can steal anything? Next, for that rhyming Zeb, Zecora. She is an assassin, but even then, someone like me can see her and take her down, unless they're wearing this: an invisible cloak."

"...Looks like you're holding nothing."

"That's one way to tell it works, but when you turn it just a bit... bam! You can see the edge!"

"Well holy shit!"

"That should help her kill many of our enemies in plain sight. Finally, Gilda, or Mare-Do-Well. Easy: Sharp, metal claw ends. Make them really scream."

"That's a bit barbaric."

"True, but it's not that bad."

"Have anything for me?"

"Hm... Actually, I've been looking all over your suit and noticed that it has a built in computer."

"Yeah. That's normal."

"Almost. But have you ever considered the fact that it's actually physical, the way you use it almost everyday, everywhere, every way possible?"

"...I... Have not. What are you getting to?"

"Basically, it's turning your computer into a blade that will pop out of your arms, perfect for deflecting any bullets back and slicing everyone in sight. Sorta like Wasabi from Big Hero 6."

"Yeah. Wait... you know big Hero 6?" Garble's eyes widened as did his pupils. Spike couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright! Don;t tell anyone about this... but I... wanted to be a hero when I was young... but not the popular ones, but the more obscure ones."

"Ah, I can relate to that. If I were able to, I'd call us the Guardians of the Galaxy." Both chuckled at the joke. Spike looked into the box, seeing a sniper rifle. "What's that?"

"This?" Garble picked up the sniper. "Hm... it's not working at all. Probably a prop that no one wanted. Hang it?"

"...Sure. Why not."