"I just got word back from Crimp," Floyd said to the group. "Said that she, Clay and Bruce will be here with a lot of other people to help fight while we get in to rescue the others."

"But how do you plan on getting in?" Plasma asked skeptically.

"Mind if I make a suggestion?" F.I.O.N.A. asked suddenly.

"Not at all, F.I.O.N.A.," Floyd replied.

"This spacecraft's cockpit can be detached under my instruction and is far more maneuverable than the main vessel, and embedded within this craft's wings are two smaller splinter ships," she explained. "If you're planning an assault on the Ark, I recommend doing so in them. The rest of the ship will be adrift in space, rendered useless, and potentially have my warranty revoked, but you will less likely be a target to the Idealist's defences. Especially with the other team acting as a diversion."

"Hey, is it a good to have your other two brothers risk their lives to help us?" Viva asked Floyd.

"Don't worry, they can handle themselves," Floyd assured her. "Plus, I couldn't talk them out of it."

"I don't know about this, Floyd," Synth warned as he slipped the Funky gravity boots onto his fins. "He's too powerful."

"I guess we'll die trying, then," Floyd said.

"Or we can just give him the tuna?" Plasma suggested.

"We'd rather die trying," Viva insisted. "You can stay here, if you'd rather sit it out."

"Oh, please, I never miss a show," Plasma scoffed. "Pinky, you'll stay with me in the cockpit. You two, get to the splinter ships."

"Will you be okay, Synthie?" Viva asked nervously.

"I've made it this far, haven't I?" Synth replied with a smile. Viva slammed her lips against his, Synth melted in her embrace, and they pulled apart sharing a tender gaze. "Viva, I..."

"I know," Viva interrupted, placing the glass heart in his hands. "I love you, too."

With it finally said before anything else could happen to them, Viva pulled away and they ran off each to a splinter ship.

"Let's do this," Plasma groaned, standing on the dashboard in the cockpit. Floyd grabbed the controls with his hair and under Plasma's instructions, he flew the ship at hyperspeed until the Ark was in view.

"F.I.O.N.A., now!" Floyd shouted.

"Releasing splinter ships. Detaching cockpit."

"Now what?" Viva asked as the three smaller ships slowly flew towards the Ark.

"Now, we wait for Crimp," Floyd replied.

"I don't care, go on and tear me apart..." Synth quietly sang to himself as he waited. "I don't care if you do... Ooh... Ooh..."

The Idealist chuckled as he stared out at the tiny vessels from inside the Ark. "You almost have to admire their pluck."

"Sire!" Bralø gasped in shock as she noticed, out another window, a much bigger, brightly-colored, cube-shaped ship heading towards them on the other side.

"So! You guys like to dance?!" Crimp said with a laugh. Clay and Bruce looked at each other in concern.

"Back up!" the Idealist shouted to the spider-like controller.

"Yes, sire," it replied, wiping purple frosting off it's mandibles, and began pressing dozens of buttons.

"Gentlemen, you're up!" Crimp said to the two trolls next to her. Combining their hair strength, Clay and Bruce pulled a lever that popped out an artillery barrel from the ship's nose. They did it to more and more levers until the barrel extended fully.

Back on the Ark, locked up with some of the kids, Veneer noticed the smaller group return and heard them speak to each other.

"Uh, what's going on?" he asked, not understanding them. "Is it something good? Please be good. Wait, what am I saying? Nothing good ever happens. Or, at least, not to me."

Then, a couple of children grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him away from the walls.

"I still don't know."

"Hard starboard!" Crimp groaned, cranking a steering wheel. "And fire!"

"Let's torch this sucker!" Bruce said enthusiastically, and jumped on a button, releasing a blast that hit the starboard side of the Ark, opening up the spaceport.

Inside, the kids screamed as the walls shook from the impact. Veneer was scared, too, but decided to put on a brave face for the little ones.

"It'll be okay, kids," he said shakily. The girl and one of her friends smiled at one another.

"They've breached the spaceport," the Controller alerted. "One of them holds test subject H2-Omicron."

"Release the Plagues, all of them!" the Idealist ordered.

"Sire, the Plagues were created solely to defend the new colony," Bralø reminded him.

"DO IT NOW!" he yelled, disregarding her. "GET ME H2-OMICRON AND KILL EVERYONE IN THAT OVERSIZED BUILDING BLOCK!"

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Back in the healing ward, George woke up to find himself stuck on the table with little Pixie licking his face. He smiled at her, at first, then began attempting to squirm his way out of the metal restraints around his entire body. He screamed in frustration as the restraints began to break.

"That was our only shot, Floyd, but the spaceport's wide open!" Clay said in his comm.

"Viva, Synth, go! Get inside that spaceport!" Floyd barked, and the two smaller ships flew ahead, dodging debris along the way.

"That's new," Synth said to himself as he watched hundreds of hideous, mutated animal-android hybrids fly out of the spaceport. Several of them clamped onto his ship in an attempt to break in, sending him off course.

Meanwhile, in their own vessel, Plasma rapidly pushed a button and fired at whatever Plagues were in their way while Floyd maneuvered through the onslaught.

"Warning," F.I.O.N.A. alarmed, and Floyd jumped up to notice George flying straight towards them with Pixie in his hand.

"Oh, come on!" he groaned. Suddenly, George flew straight through the viewport, shattering the glass, and causing the ship to go into a tailspin.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Plagues attacked Crimp's ship. The owl-droid ripped a giant hole in the wall with its talons, and its bizarre brethren poured in behind him. Inside, one Mount Rageon spotted them.

"Crimp! We're under attack!" he yelled as many other people, Trolls, Mount Rageons, and other beings alike, screamed in terror.

Back on the Ark, desperate to take Synth, the Idealist ordered to the controller, "Open the pit."

"Sire, our bargaining power will be gone," Bralø warned. The Idealist just glared at her in annoyance.

In the pit, Willow, Trollex, and John Dory nervously stood with their backs facing each other as the glass walls began to rise, releasing them into a much bigger chamber. Hope began trembling.

"It's okay, Hope," John Dory whispered. "Daddy's here to protect you."

Willow conjured up a ball of light and noticed a giant mouth right in front of her, roaring at her! She threw the light ball up to reveal a second giant yellow creature with tentacles in front of Trollex and a third bearing down on John Dory and Hope, causing the baby to cry.

"How dare you scare my baby?!" John Dory shouted in anger, and let out an animalistic growl at the monster.

"John Dory!" Willow shouted as she grabbed Trollex by the arm, pulled him towards John Dory and Hope, and put up a protective shield around the four of them as the creature spat out rainbow-tinged fire at them.

Back in the Ark's control room, Bralø noticed a hologram of the ship and watched in horror as she saw fire spread all across a wall.

"Good God!" she muttered.

In the pit, Willow used as much of her magic as she could muster to blast the three giant monsters away, causing her to collapse. Suddenly, a giant hole burst into the wall and John Dory and Trollex helped their younger friend up.

"Guys, this way!" John Dory said as he tucked Hope into his hair. The three of them ran towards the opening, but one of the creatures blocked their path. They attempted to run in the opposite direction, away from it, but another monster blocked that path, too, and once the third one joined in, they had the Trolls surrounded.

"We're trapped!" Trollex shouted.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious!" Willow yelled.

Meanwhile, the Plagues broke through Synth's windshield and he kept dodging as they attempted to grab him with their mechanical limbs.

"This hopefully won't kill me," he said to himself, and flew the ship right up to the Ark's underside, and skimmed against it, scrapping off the Plagues until they were all off.

"Synth, are you okay?!" Viva's voice exclaimed through his comm. Before he could respond, Synth noticed Floyd's ship spiraling.

Inside the severed cockpit, Floyd hung on to a panel as he hit a giant keypad with his hand to type in a command. Plasma, meanwhile, noticed Pixie shaking and George screaming, and jumped onto Pixie's head.

"One more step and this cute thing gets it!" she warned, holding a knife to the critter's throat.

"Don't be rash," George said nervously, holding his hand up in her direction.

Once Floyd was finished typing, he pulled back a lever with his hair and Plasma and Pixie jolted forward as the ship touched down in the spaceport. Floyd tackled Plasma out of the craft as it careened uncontrollably before crashing into a wall. Pixie scurried out in fear.

"Sorry about that," Floyd coughed, rolling off her. The two of them quickly noticed George attempting to push rubble off his body inside the flaming ship.

"What were you programming?" Plasma asked Floyd as she help him up on his feet.

"A self-destruction code," Floyd answered.

"Goodbye, and thank you for using your Friendly Intergalactic Operational Navigation Assistant!" F.I.O.N.A. said just before the craft exploded. Plasma looked down at Floyd with an impressed smirk.

"Not bad... Floyd," she said, calling him by his name for the first time. Just then, they noticed Viva and Synth fly in.

"Are you guys alright?!" Synth asked, jumping out of his craft.

"Yeah, were fine!" Floyd replied, feeling quite proud of himself.

Let us pay our respects to F.I.O.N.A. May she rest in p... Oh, wait. She was a computer. Nevermind. 😶