You sleep deeply through the night, the small shuffling and mumbles of the outside world leaking into your dreams, but never stirring you from your slumber. You feel a warmness leave you, but refuse to open your eyes, far too tired from earlier events to rejoin the world just yet.
Once you finally peel your eyes open, the first thing to greet you is Donatello taking your pulse, his fingers gently pressed to your wrist. As you look up at him with sleepy eyes, he smiles warmly at you.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asks in a quiet voice, releasing your wrist. You don't feel like talking right now, or really seeing.. honestly, you'd love to just fall back asleep. But, alas...

"Tired... my throat is very sore.." you croak out, tears stinging your eyes from simply speaking. Your throat is drier than the deserts of Gaæ.

"Here, drink this." He hands you a glass and you gulp it down without hesitation, sighing happily as your thirst is now quenched. "What happened after you ran off?" Donnie asks, sitting in the chair next to your bed.

"Well.." You take in a deep, trembling breath as you recollect yesterday's chase. "I pursued the shooter from that rubbish bar, to the great city of Xihesa. We tumbled in the street and fought until I was able to restrain and knock him unconscious. Then I returned to the ship.."

The purple clad mutant nods, leaning back in his seat.
"I think he poisoned you, probably during your fight.. it sent your brain into a panicked state and closed up your throat." He pauses a moment and observes you. "The training room was on fire.. and your family, I'm guessing–"

"I'd rather leave that unspoken... even better, forgotten." You interrupt, shifting in your bed to try and stand.

"Whoa, whoa whoa!" Donnie stops you from getting up. "Ok, just, stay in bed. That poison really messed with your system, I'm surprised you're even awake right now."

You open your mouth to argue, to say you're fine and demand to be released, but all that comes out is a stubborn huff, and then you comply and lay back down, beaten by Donnie's stern 'doctor face', as Mikey once described it. He stands and leaves your room, and Michelangelo skips in moments later with breakfast on a tray.

"Mornin' Y/n!" He chirps happily, placing the tray on your lap. "You sleep ok?"

"Yes.. I suppose you could call that sleeping, if not total unconsciousness," you murmur, diving into the food set before you. Mikey smiles and pats your shoulder, leaving you to scarf down your meal. Once your breakfast has been devoured and you've suffered at least several hours alone in boredom, you finally give in to your restlessness and throw your covers off, preparing to stand. Your feet touch the frigid floor and you shudder before slowly standing, your legs like jelly. You clutch the chair and take a shaky step. Needles seem to prod at every nerve in your legs as you move, and you struggle to stay standing with your weak knees.. you concentrate on a second step, mentally cheering yourself on. It all goes smoothly until...

"He– Y/n! You shouldn't be up right now!" Raphael's voice causes you to jump and fall down.

"Ow!" You send the hothead a glare from the floor. "You know, you don't have to be silent and stealthy all the time," you snap, trying to stand and failing instantly.

Raph rolls his eyes and walks over, picking you up.
"C'mon, I'll take you out to the TV," he states while he walks. You cross your arms and look down, feeling weak and small as he brings you to the couch, and denying the fact that you feel very safe and... warm, in his arms.

Leo smiles at you as you're set next to him, the TV playing the Chris Bradford show for anyone to watch.
"Hey, Y/n, are you feeling better?" He asks kindly.

You glance at him and nod curtly.
"Yes.. better.." You murmur, seeming to have your mind elsewhere.

"Good.." He raises his brow in slight curiosity and watches the TV while you sit there and plan interrogating the shooter.. the man that put you in that nightmare. You still remember choking on nothing in that endless void, your life nearly escaping your lips before you awoke. You feel the craving for vengeance rush through your veins.. when have you been so helpless against these useless emotions? 'Vengeance is never the answer.. unless the guy is stopping you from saving your family.'

"Uh, Y/n? Where you headed?" Leo's voice interrupts your thoughts, and you realize you're now standing and marching to the door with a sudden strength.

"To see my poisoner," you reply briskly, marching out to the cells Donnie created for your newly acquired prisoners.

The journey through the many hallways and rooms of the ship seems to pass by in a blink of an eye, and soon you're standing in front of a laser wall, and there he sits: the repulsing sight of the shooter with his smug, beaten face, proud of something, even though his assassination attempt on you failed. Ruby eyes stare up at you as you stand before him, angry and unforgiving, and starving for answers of any kind.

"Well, 'allo dere, princess! Fancy a spot o' tea?" He inquires teasingly through a thick accent, smirking up at you. You grimace at the sight of his bloody, sharp teeth and watch as his burgundy skin turns to the bleach white of the walls surrounding him. He was a Camo. There are only a few Camos known to the galaxy, as they are a very secretive race and usually keep to themselves. And a Camo for hire? Unheard of.

"Who hired you?" You demand straightaway, crossing your arms.

"Heh, ye'd love fer me to tell'ya that, eh? Ye gonna have'ya a tantrum if'a don' tell ye?" He chuckles, his green tongue flicking out like a child would do to provoke a sibling. You growl and open the door, marching in and grabbing him by his maroon jacket's collar.

'I recall Camos not being this talkative, or annoying..' You think.

"No. If you don't tell me, I'll bash your face in even more." You snap coldly. "To help you get started, I'll answer my first question for you: my aunt sent you to kill my team, and the guard, but most importantly me; what I need to know is how she knew we'd be here."

He laughs in your face and lays his head back on the wall, observing you with hooded eyes.
"O', sweet'eart, ye think you been all stealthy, sneakin' all 'round and 'ight unda yer auntie's nose? Yer the nosiest, most stalk-able bunch inna galaxy!" He grins proudly. You hope your eyes don't give away shock as you quickly look away and drop him suddenly.

"You know, I used to be a princess. And not a nice one, no.." You smirk a bit as you tie up your hair. "See, what I thought of as tea parties were hand-to-hand combat sparring and weapons practice." Your eyes flash with something.. something intense and mischievous, begging to be released, and deeply frightening the Camo before you.

~~

Several hundred planets away, your aunt stands in a large, round room with a tall ceiling, holding one of Lumina Stellar's most valuable treasures. Each one glows with a special brightness, all unique and beautiful, untouchable and almost too painful to admire. But 'Queen' Diana doesn't care as she stares outside, watching the heavens grow dark, and the stars slowly flicker into sight. She knows you are one of those stars.. taunting her, out of reach, planning against her. Oh, how she hates it..

"After three moons, Y/n still has yet to return home with her army of allies.." She smirks and turns to her sister. "It seems you risked your life and your only daughter for nothing.."

The former queen, now tired and dirty, her robes turned to rags, stands as tall as she can in her weak state.
"She will prevail.. I have faith in my daughter, just as father once had faith in you.." she stares at her sister solemnly. "And as long as her light shines, the people of Lumina Stellar will never fall." She holds her chin up high, almost as if she still bears a crown on her head.

"You put too much trust in those simple-minded peasants.. especially the ones that tainted our pure blood, that married into our family and ruined the name that rules this planet." Diana casts M/n an accusing look.

"Why do you chase this insane notion? How did you become as stubborn and small-minded as our ancestors? We are all children of the stars! Status should not rule above love! Why can't you understand?" M/n argues, tears spilling out of her eyes and down her cheeks. Diana glares with cold, dead eyes and snaps her fingers. M/n screams and sobs, fighting against the guards as they pull her away, back to her prison; back to her dying husband.

( I'M SORRY THE TITLE IS TRASH I CAN'T THINK, IT'S 4:33 AM RN)