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shimmer-wing11 · 2 years ago

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Crack Strikas Episode one: True Wisdom

Key:

Y/N- Your name

Y/g- your gender

H/c- hair color

H/l- hair length

E/c- eye color I know on my previous post I said that the crack shots would be platonic, but I can’t turn up the chance to give Y/N the harem that they deserve. Obvi there won’t be much, and u can just ignore that part, but I couldn’t resist. Thanks to @c28hunter who gave me the idea for this. If you have an idea for another episode, shoot me a request! I’m more than willing to write! Also, this really isn’t crack, it’s just stupid, but it’s basically the same thing, right? Alrighty, y’all are done with reading me ramble on, so here’s the crack shot.

One’s appearance has a great impact on their life. Whether you have a dark complexion with the most startling bright eyes, or the palest skin with cute little freckles dotting your face, it will affect how you are perceived. And that is where we will begin this story.

They say wisdom comes with age, and what better way to show your age than a long white beard? Of course, if it comes naturally, then you have nothing to worry about. If not, one must go to extra measures to showcase their wisdom. One of these men is none other than the old and ‘wise’ coach of FC Nakama, Uri Giri.

“Miko!” Y/N gasped, as they noticed the black haired striker. With no hesitation, they rushed and jumped at the startled man. Shaking off his shock in less than a moment, he swiftly catches the annoying little bug despite the burning feeling on his face.

“Ohayo, Y/N, but was jumping on me really necessary?” He blinked down at them, as a crap eating grin snaked onto their face.

“Yessss, because I luv youuuu!” They cheered. The inside of his chest hammered at the statement. From the direction Y/N came, one of their friends popped out.

“Y/N!!! GET BACK HERE!” KitKat, a short brunette screamed as she rushed towards them, “Go back to bed, you drunk!”

“I’m not drunk! And I don’t want to go to bed! I wanna tell Miko about what I saw his coach doing!” Y/N babbled from their perch in said player’s arms. KitKat shook her head annoyedly.

“You didn’t see anybody except some random CLEAN SHAVEN man and me, not Uri Giri. It’s hard to miss the beard of that man. Now come on, time for bed,” The short girl rolled her eyes and held out her arms to receive the drunk y/g

“But that dude was him! He was putting on a beard, I saw it! He went into a different room and put one on,” They whined as they were handed off, albeit hesitantly by the soccer player.

“What do you mean? Are you sure it was Uri Giri sensei?” Miko questioned down at them.

“You bet! He was at that bar just down the street. So much for honor. He was drunk as heck,” Y/N giggled then burped, which elicited an even bigger fit of laughter from the y/g. After they calmed down from their slap happiness, their eyes became heavy, and soon soft snoring could be heard from them.

“Do you require assistance in bringing them to the hotel?” Miko questioned KitKat who shuffled the sleeping sack of potatoes on her shoulder around.

“Yes please. They are really freaking heavy,” the brunette wheezed, and handed them off.

“And you are also tiny.”

“Hey! I’m not that small!”

Nakama sulked in defeat. Not only did they lose their match, but their coach had lied to them as well. The silence in the locker room was tense and awkward, for nobody knew what to say. The door then slammed open, as an infuriated Y/N stormed in the room.

“Your coach is a bit-“

“Y/N, language, please,” Miko cut the angry comment off. They gazed around the room and huffed.

“Are you guys just going to sit here? Like seriously?” They clicked their tongue in disappointment.

“There is nothing we can do,” Kendo, the goalkeeper sighed dramatically.

“Are you sure? Cuz I have a pretty darn good plan to fudge up his life,” Y/N grinned, looking around the room at all the curious faces.

“Long day means long rest, and it has been very long day,” Uri Giri grumbled as he dragged his feet through his home. Stepping into the safety of his bedroom, he removed his fake beard. It was truly easy to fool his team into believing he had a beard, showing his wisdom by his old age. The thought brought a chuckle to his lips.

The coach practically collapsed onto his bed, and within a few moments, he was knocked out cold, snoring like a dying bison.

~~ Time skip brought to you by El Matador failing at the Macarena ~~

Uri Giri’s back was what stirred him awake early in the morning. It hurt like crazy, and so with much pushing, he finally managed to get up. After performing a few stretches, the old man excited his room, fake beard in hand.

Outside he heard yelling, conversing, and especially laughing. It surrounded his house, so without thought, he tied on his beard, and peered out the window. A flock of people were gathered outside his house, most of which were laughing uncontrollably at their phones.

In an instant, he noticed his team, as well as their two annoying friends. They had stupid suspicious grins on their faces. What had they done now?

Without hesitation, Uri Giri slammed open his front door.

“What are you doing at my house?!” The man screamed, startling everyone. But soon they returned to laughing, and began pointing at him mockingly. Anger bubbled up in him.

“Why would he do that? Is he trying to look wise or something?”

“He looks so stupid!”

Having enough, the coach exclaimed,“What is the meaning of this?”

The closest person to Uri Giri, a tall lanky black haired man, shoved a phoned into his face.

There, on the video, it showed Uri Giri removing his beard in the safety of his bedroom. The old man spluttered.

“WHO DID THIS?”

“Your team uploaded it to YouTube,” The man beside him stated before walking off.

“GAHHHHH!”

“Did you see his face? It was awesome!” Y/N was laughing their butt off.

“Now I think he should know true wisdom is to not mess with his team,” Miko nodded, along with the rest of his team.

Yeah. Don’t mess with them, or you’ll have your beard exposed. Well, uh, if you have one. If not, prolly just your biggest secrets, nothing too much.

#Supa Strikas #Supa Strikas crack #Supa Strikas x reader #Reader insert #x Reader #Nakama FC #Uri Giri #Nakama FC x reader

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shimmer-wing11 · 2 years ago

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Lost Worlds (A Star Trek Prodigy Fanfiction)

Chapter one: Lost and Found

??? POV:

Clang

That was the sound of slavery. The sound that woke up every life form on this planet. The sound that would never end. I would know. I’ve lived here for basically my entire life. Everything before I arrived here was a blur that I couldn’t piece together. After a while, I just gave up on trying to figure it out. I’ve accepted this fate of eternal work, not knowing who or what I was beforehand.

Who am I? Well, I’m just a simple girl, who has hardened over years of toil on this retched planet, with not even the slightest glimmer of hope. From what I have heard, I am a human, a quite common species in the galaxy. Although I had never met another one on this planet. I suppose I’m just not as lucky as others are.

To be honest, I don’t even know my own name. I was taken at such a young age, I doubt I was even given one. But it’s not like I needed a name in the first place. The language barrier prevented me from talking to anyone anyways.

So in the end, I’m just a nameless girl, in a never ending blur of work, eat, sleep, and repeat, never talking to anyone, never questioning anything, and never once toying with the idea of hope.

Well, except for today.

The elevator shook as it descended down into the deeper caves of the planet. Everyone inside the crowded transportation vehicle awkwardly shuffled in their spots as the silence that enshrouded them caused a thick tension to arise. Suddenly, a screen in the front flashed on, showing warnings and the dangers of the deep caves. Falling off cliffs, getting squashed by boulders, and many more gruesome deaths. Then, it visualized a few images of a buddy system. A fancy little blue electric wire that connected two people together to prevent some of these accidents from occurring, from holding up your partner from falling off a cliff, to keeping them anchored to the ground if they were blown off the ground by a thermal geyser. A click sounded, and I gazed up at my partner. A scaly creature, with slitted golden eyes, and a wide, toothy mouth. I stared into its eyes, trying to figure out what to do next.

Suddenly, the elevator slowed to a stop. Dangling handles dropped down from the ceiling. I attempted to reach up to grab one, but I fell just short, fingers barely brushing the solid material. I furrowed my brows, until I felt a heavy weight wrapping around my shoulders. I snapped my head at my partner, who gripped my shoulders tightly in its webbed grip, holding me steady. I nodded, unsure of how to feel about this act of kindness, and then we plunged down.

“AHHHHH!” I startled at a boy, who screamed, as we zoomed down into the darkness. He had purple spotted skin, grayish hair, and a strange tail looking thing dangling out from behind his head. I noticed immediately that he was hugging something tight to his chest, and not gripping the handlebars. He was around my height, so he probably couldn’t reach it anyways. Poor kid.

We all but dropped onto the ground with a shudder, and then, the doors slid open. Everyone filed out, and turned down through several breaking off tunnels. I let out a sigh and glanced up at my partner. It seemed to already know what it was doing, as it dragged me along down one of the tunnels that winded away from the main entrance. Not too far ahead, were another pair. I squinted, noticing it was that short boy from earlier in the elevator. What a coincidence.

With a driller in hand, I began to mine away at the rock, hoping to find crystals of use. My partner got to work too, but it seemed distracted by something. Or someone. I followed its gaze to another pair of partners we were mining near. The one with the short purple boy. He seemed to be paired with a large red rocky alien. They began fighting, and the language barrier didn’t seem to help. The rocky alien approached the boy, and somehow, for some reason, the purple one fired the drill up in the air, lasering at the cave ceiling above us. I caught my breath in my throat as I watched the ceiling above crack, but then settle down from the disturbance. The rock creature then stomped away, but then the boy…. Threw a rock at it. I blinked in confusion. Why did he throw a rock at it?

In anger, it whirled around, stomping up to the boy, but then the ceiling cracked again, and we all snapped our heads up. The cracks on the ceiling grew, before speeding down to the ground. I covered my face with my arms, knowing full well that it wouldn’t save me.

Clunk

Fzzzzz…..

And then I was falling. I rolled down and bumped harshly onto a surface. Meekly, I peered out of my arms to see what was going on around me.

The first thing I noticed was the incredible amounts of chimirian crystals down here. It could buy an entire ship several times over! The next thing I noticed, was that I was short a partner. I looked down at my leg, and realized that the connection had been severed, most likely by a boulder smashing down and destroying it. The third thing I realized, was that there was an entire ship down here in these caves. I gazed up in awe at it. A warm glimmer of a feeling sparked in my chest, but I couldn’t tell what it was. It felt….. nice. Taking a hesitant step forward, I saw the other two here as well, making their way to the ship. I picked up my pace to catch up to them. As I paced beside them, the boy smiled and waved at me, and I hesitantly did the first, and waved back. We walked up the ramp, and the purple boy-whom I had just noticed was significantly shorter than me- ran his fingers along the door. It jerked up, opening slightly, as we all bent down to peer into it. The rock creature taking it upon itself to hoist the door up the rest of the way, to clear a way for us forward. And that’s what it did. I gazed around myself in awe. We all walked through the halls of the ship in silence, before we reach the cockpit. At least, that’s what I think it is.

I walk over to what seems to be a panel, although now it isn’t on, so I’m not too sure. I tap it a couple times, but nothing happens. Then, all of a sudden, everything roars to life. I whip my head to the rock creature. It was holding its hands up.

“What did you do? What did you press?” I startled at the sound of the purple boy’s voice. He could speak my language this whole time?

“I didn’t press anything!” Came an awfully young female voice from the rock creature. Huh? It’s a she? And I know she couldn’t have spoken my language before. What’s goin on? I furrowed my brows at all of the questions. “I…. I understand you!”

The boy shouted, glee evident in his voice, “and you’re not a big fella, you’re… you’re a….”

“What?” The girl asked, clearly irritated at what she knew was going to come out of his mouth.

“Not what I thought.” The purple one laughed

“What’s your name?”

“Dal.”

“Rok-Tahk.”

“Excuse me?” The short one asked.

“My name is Rok-Tahk,” the young girl explained.

“Nice to meet ya, kid.”

They both turned towards me, waiting. Just as I opened my mouth, the door behind us hissed open, revealing an odd robot, with an odd pink-blue swirl inside.

“I see you finally found this ship. Just the way out you were looking for,” it said. By its voice I couldn’t tell if it was a male or female.

“You’re….. Fugitive Zero,” The short boy- now appointed as Dal- gasped.

“He’s a…. robot?” Rok-Tahk questioned.

“Not a robot, nor a he or she. I am Medusan, an energy based life form,” Zero explained. A soft ‘Oh’ came from the others as Zero continued,”I built this containment suit because if any corporeal being were to lay eyes on my true self, you would go mad.”

“You built that…. Really?” Dal sniggered.

“Try to build one without any hands,” Zero huffed, “I think I did a fine job.

“Why are you following me?” I was thrown off by Dal’s question. Zero was following him?

“You are a curious one, Dal R’El,” Zero began.

“I used to have such hope. But then I was captured like everyone else.

I was forced to do terrible things. They used me as a weapon.

But I managed to escape.”

I didn’t know how I felt when Zero told me their story, but I didn’t like it. It made my chest hurt unbearably. It was awful.

“Curiously, out of all the minds I could read, I couldn’t see the Diviner’s. I could only sense a dark purpose. He was searching for something,” Zero finished.

“He was searching for this ship.” Dal realized. Rok-Tahk gasped.

“Do you have telepathic powers too?” Rok gasped.

“Not quite….But, he has unwittingly found the one thing that has eluded us all: a way out.” Zero seemingly nodded, “A reason for hope.”

“We can save everyone!” Rok jumped up and down in joy.

“Don't start packing your stones yet. If we don't keep a lid on this, it won't save anyone,” Dal shook his head, then turned to Zero, “Can the four of us get it out of here?”

“Four? A ship this size requires at least twenty,” Zero said, “Or depending on the species, thirty-seven appendages.”

“That’s way too many appendages to keep this quiet,” Dal mumbled to himself, then asked, “How many just to get it off the ground?”

“From its state of disrepair, we’d at least need an engineer.”

“That’s what I was thinking!” Rok gasped, “Maybe I’m telepathic too!”

“An engineer, huh?” Dal smirked.

Dal and Rok-Tahk had left several minutes earlier, so I sat alone with Zero, as they tinkered with the controls of the ship.

“What is your name, friend?” They asked me, turning to face away from the controls and look at me.

“I….. don’t have…. A name….” I whispered, my voice cracky and hesitant from not being used.

“Well, that won’t do, now will it?” Let’s come up with a few ideas, shall we?” Zero asked, and I nodded.

“Perhaps there is a name or a word that you find interesting?” They asked. I shook my head no.

“I see…. Well, perhaps we could go through the names that I know?” I nodded.

“Well then, where to begin… Ah! How about Ahera?” I shook my head.

“Assi?”

“Ameria?”

Nope

“Aria?”

This… was going to take a while…..

Several minutes later

“This was the names of a good friend of mine. Their name was Mikey. How does that sound?”

I liked that name. I nodded slowly, letting the name sink in. Mikey. That’s me.

“Well then, Mikey, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” If Zero had a face, i bet they would be smiling right now. One corner of my lips tugged up, ever so slightly. I nodded, a new feeling settling in my chest. I have a name.

“It appears, that our allies have returned with their engineer,” Zero stated, and we made our way out of the ship.

As I stood on the ramp, I watched as the others interacted with each other. It was quite new to me to see others be so friendly with one another, much less speak the same language. It looked nice. I smiled ever so slightly, as I felt yet another strange feeling. A fuzzy warmth that built up in my stomach and chest. It felt nice. I liked this feeling.

Our new engineer, who I later learned was named Jankom Pog, seemed enraptured by Zero, and its mechanical parts. Soon after, he was drawn to the ship, as he grinned wildly while looking around at the advanced technology. He let out a chuckle of awe at the sight.

“So, can you get it up and flying?” Dal asked, clearly impatient to get off this planet.

“ Of course! In one week,” he said.

“And by week, you mean end of day?” The short boy responded.

“Yeah, sure in your dreams.”

“End of day? Why the hurry?” Rok asked, confused.

“Dal already made a deal with the Diviner's daughter. If he doesn't turn me in, he will suffer greatly,” Zero explained.

“I forgot, you read minds….” Dal sighed.

“Why…. Would….. you lie…. To us?” I rasped out. Dal looked startled, as he forgot I was even there.

“How could I lie when we didn't even speak the same language until I found the ship?” Dal retorted back.

“You mean WE found the ship,” Rok interjected.

“Tail-Butt is definitely turning us in…” Jankom sighed.

“Kid! Hand me a wrench, wouldja?” Jankom, who hadn’t moved from his spot under one of the consoles, asked me.

Silently, I reached into his toolbox and found what I assumed to be a wrench, and handed it to the engineer.

“Thanks,” he gruffed out.

“Looking good, Jankom. Seeing progress,” Dal commented, lounging on the captain’s chair.

“And just how are you helping?” Jankom scoffed, never once looking away from his work.

“Uh motivation, keeping morale high,” the short boy rolled his eyes and said that as if it were obvious.

“Guys, guys! I found someone else to come with us!” Rok-Tahk squealed happily. I inwardly smiled at her sweet nature.

“Whoa, Rock! I thought we made this clear that it was a secret operation!” Dal exclaimed. Then, out from behind Rok came an odd oozing creature. It squealed happily.

“You’ve invited that thing?” Dal grimaced.

“What is that bag of spit?” Jankom grimaced as he finally look away from his work.

“He isn’t a ‘that’, I named him Murph!”

“Ugh….” Dal groaned.

“I can’t wait to hear what he has to say!” Rok-Tahk gushed. The creature just continued to squeal, not forming any eligible words that I could understand.

“Well, at least we don’t have to worry about him spilling the beans to anyone,” Dal mentioned, glancing up at me. I just shrugged.

“He’s probably just too smart for the translator,” Rok stated, as the slimy creature made its way around the room, peering curiously at everything and everyone. Once spotting me, it almost zoomed at me, rubbing its head all over my legs, purring in contentment. Hesitantly, I reached down and pet the little creature. Happily, it nuzzled into my hand and purred sweetly. I guess I had a new friend.

“Quiet!” Zero commanded, and immediately a silence fell over our group, “Watchers are coming this way. They're tracking our monitors.”

“W... what'll happen if they catch us?” Rok shivered.

“You're a survivor. Help us survive.” Zero addressed Dal.

“Jankom, get this ship ready by end of day’,” Dal commanded, “And Rok, you're with me.”

“They sent Dal to the outer rim!” The sound Rok-Tahk made me whirl my head around.

“What?” Pog exclaimed.

“Dal may not survive, so we have to at least consider an alternative. But we can hope for as long as we can,” Zero sighed.

“A little help?” Rok called out, hands full of heavy crates and objects.

“Got my hands full, sweetie,” Jankom grunted, not sparing the girl a glance.

“Who you calling "Sweetie"?” She growled. I placed my hand on her stomach, then grabbed several things from her arms to lesser the weight. The girl smiled down sweetly at me.

The sounds of someone groaning behind me made me turn around. The tiniest smile lifted onto my face as I saw it was Dal.

“You survived!” Rok would have scooped up the boy into a hug had her hands not been full, but she looked thrilled to see him nonetheless.

“Of course I survived. Why do you all look so surprised?” Dal questioned, before gasping, “Wait, were you gonna leave without me?”

“Uh... no?” The tall girl shuffled nervously.

“Your chance of return was low. Our desire to leave remained high,” Zero stated.

“I can be offended later. More important, can the ship fly?” Dal brushed Zero off and turned towards Jankom.

“Of course she'll fly. But without shields, Zero will need to chart the perfect course out of these mines,” Jankom explained.

“Has anyone seen my hand?” Zero’s question threw me off guard, but I gazed around the room for the machine.

“Ugh. I'll fix the shields. You find that hand,” Dal commanded, then stomped out of the room.

Not long after, we got a comm from our self appointed leader.

“Ah! Ugh. These shield thingies... what am I looking for, Pog?” He asked.

“You know, a severed line, a loose part. Anything out of the ordinary,” the engineer responded.

Noticing the silence coming from our leader, I stood up, and made my way out of the cockpit.

“Where are you going?” Jankom asked.

“Checking on…. Dal,” I stated simply, before exiting the room. Just as I reached the bottom of the steps, I heard more pounding behind me. I peered up the stairs to see what the commotion was.

“Wait up! We’re coming too!” I smiled as the rest of the crew rushed to catch up to me. As soon as we exited the ship I froze up at the sight in front of me.

Hundreds of watchers lined the walls and ground, pointing their lasers up at Dal. Ready to shoot. Ready to kill.

“Ah, ah!” Jankom screamed as watchers approached us, holding his hands up.

“Dal, what're we gonna do?” Rok’s voice pulled me out of my daze. What were we going to do?

“Fugitive Zero. Our Diviner has great plans for you,” Drednok chuckled darkly, sending shivers down everyone’s spines. The watchers chattered peskily, as if knowing how frustrated we we all were at the moment.

“Search the vessel. Make sure there aren't any more Unwanted aboard,” Drednok commanded the Diviner’s daughter.

“Uh... What is he doing with his face?” Jankom questioned.

“He's telepathically sending me a message, but since I do not agree with his plan, I am ignoring him. He assumes his facial distortions might sway me.” Zero sighed.

“What is his plan?”

“Take the Diviner's daughter hostage.”

“That's a terrible idea.” Rok shook her head. I most definitely agreed.

“Or the best! Ha!” Jankom laughed, as he shot out his had to attack a watcher. It jumped up in time, but was hit as the engineer jerked his hand back.

“Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!” I chuckled at the sound of its comical clicking.

“It appears we are fighting now,” Zero punched a watcher, but it had to effect,”Hmm?Or not.”

In anger, Rok-Tahk grabbed the machine by its tail and flung it at Drednok,”Don't touch my friend!”

Two watchers jumped at me from two different directions, and in an instant, I moved out of the way to let them crash into each other.

“Start the ship!” Dal called out from the tip of the ship. We rushed back towards the ramp.

“Do not let the prisoners escape,” Drednok droned, as the watchers advanced towards us.

“Ah!” Jankom let out another comical scream as red shots continuously fired at us, barely missing by a hair.

We rushed into the ship, and immediately went to enter the cockpit.

“Please remain calm,” Zero instructed Qwyn, the daughter of the Diviner.

“Rahk Te'Tu vanu ve,” Was the girls response as an odd metal plating on her upper arm slithered down to form a sword in her hand.

“She's not remaining calm!” Jankom exclaimed.

“Ah!” Was Rok’s war cry as she charged at Gwyn. The greenish blue girl easily dodged her attack, and went to strike down Jankom, but Rok deflected her attack with her arm.

“I surrender,” Zero raised up their hands just before they were kicked into the captain’s chair, Gwynn’s sword to their chassis.

Not a moment later, the ship jerked, and tilted to the side, catching everyone off guard and we slid to one side of the room. Rok-Tahl caught Gwyn, holding her tightly in her grip.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry?” My rocky friend apologized, for a reason I didn’t understand as she gripped the girl tighter.

“No. We're falling, not flying!“ Rok-Tahk as we continued to scraped downhill.

“There's a bit of a learning curve,”Zero, who had somehow remained calm throughout this whole ordeal, stated, as they began pushing random buttons.

“Start the ship. Start the ship!” Dal exclaimed through the comms as he slid up the window of the ship. Then we were falling. I braced for impact, but it never came. I peeked out the window, and grinned in glee. We were flying! I let out a relieved sigh.

“Found the right button. We should probably make a note of it,” Zero exclaimed.

“Go, Zero!” Dal commanded.

“Yes, thank you! Go me!” Zero, who hadn’t fully understood what he meant, thought he was cheering for them.

“No, go! Get us outta here!” He corrected them, but then complained, “Oh, no, not the water!”

“The little red dots are still coming after us. Can we go any faster?” Rok-Tahk fidgeted in nervousness.

“Faster? I'm flattered you think I know what I'm doing,” Zero shook their helm, before focusing back on the dashboard.

“Do you realize what you're doing?” Gwyn exclaimed as I finished tying her off to the command chair with Dal and Rok’s partner cuffs.

“Making a series of bad decisions,” Pog laughed, “Yes. Jankom Pog is aware.”

“Hull at 82 percent,” Tahk reported.

“Zero?” Jankom shouted.

“Oopsies,” Zero lifted their hands up.

“Ugh, amateurs,” Jankom rolled his eyes.

“I'm sorry I wasn't born with fingers,” Zero witted back.

“Let me in!” Dal banged on the glass, done with being outside.

“Not until you fix those shields!” Pog retorted.

“I'm not an engineer. That's your job!” Dal responded.

“What is your job?” Rok turned to look up at him as she asked that.

“I thought I was captain,” Dal pouted.

“Hull at 79!” Rok-Tahk reported yet. again.

“Ah! Left!” Jankom yelled, “No, your other left! Have you ever even flown a ship before?”

“No! Does it show?” Zero asked.

“Wall, wall! Wall!” Yet again, Pog screamed comically, although it was hard to focus on when we were about to fly into a wall.

“This will either be spectacular or a terrible end to our adventure,” Zero stated. My eyes widened.

“Don’t!” I gasped, as Zero tipped the ship, sending me flying into Tahk’s arms.

“Whoa!” Rok screamed as she gripped me even tighter with one arm and the other grabbing the edge of the captain’s seat.

“Spectacular!” Zero gasped in awe as the trick was pulled off, and we popped out of the slim crevice.

“Hull at...” Just as I was put down, Rok began.

“We know, we know!” Pog cut her off, “Where's Dal with those shields?”

“Where are we even going?” The young girl beside me questioned.

“There! Any of those drainage corridors will lead us right to the surface,” Zero explained, pointing at a large a thick pipe-like structure.

“Dal needs me to turn the ship!” Zero exclaimed suddenly.

“What? Why?” I questioned.

“Turn? We can barely go straight!” Jankom gruffed in disbelief.

“Everyone, hold on!” Without any more thought, Zero twisted the ship.

“We're so dead,” Gwyn cried from the chair she was tied to.

“Tail-Butt actually did it,” Jankom said in mild amusement.

“We…. should probably….. let…… him in….. now,” I nodded.

“Oh, yeah! Captain on the bridge!” Dal rushed into the room, and I smirked at his enthusiasm, as he accidentally jumped onto Gwyn. I smiled softly at the sight. He rolled his eyes with a chuckle before addressing everyone, “Don't say it. I see it in your eyes. You're welcome,”

“That's our way out!” Jankom sighed, but then pointed up at a light ahead.

An explosion caught everyone’s attention.

“What... what was that?” Dal exclaimed, rushing forward to see what happened.

“There goes our exit,” Jankom sighed. For it had indeed been blocked by metal parts that were hit by the explosion.

“We're gonna crash! Can we stop?” Rok cried out, terrified of this turn of events.

“Unfortunately, I haven't learned that yet,” Zero continued to press button after button.

“Great, and now we're all gonna die,” Gwyn rolled her eyes sarcastically from her seat.

“Not yet. We just gotta fire the torpedoes,” Dal assured, as he went around and messed with the controls on several different dashboards.

“Do we have torpedoes?” Jankom questioned, turning towards the short boy.

“Then the "pew-pew-pew" button,” Dal exclaimed.

“I don't see a "pew-pew-pew" button,” Tahk replied frantically.

“Just hit 'em all until it goes "pew pew!””

“How good are those shields?” Dal asked.

“Not good enough,” Jankom breathed.

“Prepare for impact,” Zero stated.

“Huh?” Was the noise that Jankom made as Murph splatted down onto his control panel.

“Activating phasers,” The mechanical voice of the ship droned. Just then, a beam of red shot at the nearest chunk of scrap falling towards us. And that continued as we blasted through the rubble.

“Whoo! We got phasers, baby!” Jankom laughed. We zoomed through the tunnel with no problems.

“Hey, you always wanted to see the stars. Am I right?” Dal turned towards Gwyn with a smile. She gasped at the sight in front of her. A smile made its way o to my face as I gazed up at the colors of space on front of me. It was beautiful.

“Hm. Welcome to the crew, Murf,” Dal reached out his hand for Murf to shake. But then realized that the slime didn’t have hands. The creature burped and oozed away.

“Wait!” Everyone turned to Rok.

“Is everything alright?” Zero asked from their seat near the front.

“We….. never learned your name,” the young girl turned towards me. And soon after everyone else followed. I shared a look with Zero before replying.

“My name… is Mikey,” I nodded at the group. Dal walked up to me, and gave me a pat on the back.

“Welcome to the crew,” he grinned at me before sending a wink, making my face grow oddly hot. Then, the short boy turned towards our medusan, “Okay, let's plot a course, Zero.”

“Where to?” They glanced back at the self proclaimed captain.

“Um... yeah, whew... um... yeah. Man, there are a lot more stars than I thought,” Dal stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. I giggled. He turned red and pouted.

“Let me guess: you haven't thought that far ahead,” Gwyn sniggered at Dal’s hesitance.

“I'll…. figure something out,” He laughed nervously.

“Only this time... he has help,” Rok-Tahk patted the short boy’s back. Suddenly, the ship bleeped and the lights flickered all around us.

“Did someone ask for help?” We all froze at the sight of a woman appearing in front of everyone, “I am Hologram Janeway, your training advisor for exploring the greater galaxy. On behalf of Starfleet, welcome aboard. How can I be of assistance?”

“What is that?” Dal whispered.

“I have no idea,” Rok blinked in shock.

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