Once they were prepared, Willow, Viva, Floyd, Trollex, and Plasma leaped out of the ship, wearing colorful spacesuits, and floated towards Olympus. John Dory was left behind with Hope in case something went wrong (Willow used her powers on him so he could take a nap while his baby girl had hers).

“Is anyone else startin' to freak out by all this?" Trollex nervously asked the rest of the group.

“I think it's fun!" Viva laughed, spinning her body around in zero gravity. “Woo-hoo!"

“Where exactly are we going?" Floyd asked Plasma.

“There, the decompression chamber," she answered, pointing to it. “It's the quickest way in without drawing too much attention to ourselves."

“Once we're close enough to lock in, we'll turn on those gravity boots Crimp gave us," Willow added. “They should keep us from floating away."

As the team of five reached the decompression chamber, they activated the boots and stuck to the fleshy surface.

“Okay, here goes nothing," Willow muttered. Using her magic, she drew a glowing, purple circle into the outer wall with the tip of her gloved finger and began chanting a spell in Viperese to slice into the thick material.

“I just don't understand all this," Trollex admitted. “How could Synth have weird technology in his body? I know we're Techno Trolls, but that's just the kind of music we listen to. None of us have any tech on the inside."

“Well, how long have you known Synth?" Floyd asked.

“Seven years."

“And he never told you or Bruce anything?" Viva pondered. Trollex shook his head.

“How did you all meet this tuna anyways?" Plasma questioned.

“He's not a tuna, he's a Troll," Floyd corrected her, slightly annoyed. “And Viva and I met him while he helped Willow and my brothers save me from popstar wannabes Velvet and Veneer. Willow was already friends with him at the time."

Plasma turned to Trollex. “And you?"

“I found him injured by some coral just outside my kingdom," Trollex explained. “I took him back to the palace and had him nursed back to health. He didn't seem to know anything about Techno Reef, despite being one of us. Or, at least, I think he is. I assumed whoever he was staying with didn't allow him to go outside. So, I showed him around the place and let him stay with me for as long as he needed to."

“That was very sweet of you," Viva said.

“I was just doing what I'd want someone done to me if I were in his fins," Trollex insisted. “Also, he was kinda cute. Still is, actually. I ain't gonna lie."

“Back off, those fins are mine," Viva jokingly warned him. Trollex laughed.

“I just thought of something," Floyd realized. “Synth is about the same age as Branch."

“Yeah, so?" asked Viva.

“Well, just before Branch hatched from his egg, the Troll Tree was attacked by someone we never saw before or since," Floyd explained. “We don't know who it was, but they stole almost all of our eggs. Nearly an entire generation had been snatched in one night."

“You think this is connected to that?" Trollex asked. “Because it happened to us, too. Synth was probably still in an egg at the time."

“I don't know for certain," Floyd replied. “But we had to fight really hard to keep Branch safe. John Dory certainly fought the hardest out of all of us."

“Protective instinct?" Viva asked.

“Yeah," Floyd agreed. “I think it was Branch that made John realize he wanted to be a dad, despite not admitting it at the time. Especially since he called him Dada minutes after hatching."

“Aww!" Viva gushed as Plasma giggled.

“That's adorable!" Trollex said sweetly.

“Yeah, it was," Floyd chuckled. “But don't tell him I said that. He'd kill me."

“Can we get back to saving our friend?!" Willow interrupted, sounding irritated. “I finished the spell, but I need something to change the shield so we can get through the hole."

“I'll use this jammer," Plasma said, holding up a small device.

“What's her problem?" Viva whispered to Trollex, who just shrugged, as Willow telekinetically pulled the flesh away to open up the hole. As an alarm began blaring, Plasma jammed the device inside so the protective shield would change into one they could easily slip through without affecting the chamber's oxygen levels.

Meanwhile, in a surveillance room, a technician noticed an alert on one of the many screens in front of her. Concerned, she pushed a button on her desk and spoke into an intercom.

“Sentry Gromlik?" she called out.

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“I mean, you wanna talk about a sweet ride?" Gromlik said to two of his fellow Genesentries. “The acceleration will crush your spine! It's got that brand new power crystal made from skrillian pyrite. You know what I'm talking about?"

“Oh, yeah," one of his buddies said casually.

“Really? 'Cause I just made that up," Gromlik admitted, irritated. The other guard's eyes widened.

“Oh, I-I thought you said somethin' else," he stammered, attempting to save himself. Gromlik wasn't buying it.

“No, you didn't."

“I-I did!" he insisted. Gromlik then noticed the yellow light flashing on his suit's glove.

“Sentry Gromlik, there appears to be a physical breach in the upper starboard wing somewhere."

“Could it be a glitch?" he asked the technician.

“Maybe. I'll access the eye to see if I can locate it."

Back in the decompression chamber, Plasma and the four Trolls snuck in through the hole and Plasma pulled the jammer out of the hole, switching the shield back, and floated in zero gravity towards an eyeball-shaped monitor. She jammed the device against it, so once the technician was able to view the chamber on the screen, it appeared empty. Willow pressed a button on the wall, activating the artificial gravity, and the five of them clumsily landed on the floor.

Despite not seeing the intruders, the technician was still suspicious.

“There's some sort of anomaly in the decompression chamber," she said to Gromlik through the intercom. “Best you check it out."

“On it," Gromlik replied. “Duty calls, gang."

“We have to act fast," Plasma said as they removed their suits. “Genesentries could show up any minute."

“I thought you said we wouldn't draw attention to ourselves," Willow said with a raised eyebrow.

“Too much attention," Plasma rephrased. “I never guaranteed we would go unnoticed."

“Where do we put our spacesuits?" Viva asked. Trollex looked around and noticed a container big enough to store them in.

“Let's hide them in here!" he suggested, grabbing everyone's spacesuits. He stuffed them inside without giving it a second thought. Once he closed the lid, the door opened and the three Genesentries marched in with loaded weaponry built into their suit sleeves. Wearing the yellow uniforms the Nebularauders gave them, the five of them nervously stared up at Gromlik, who looked down at them curiously.

After a few deep breaths like the ones Trollex instructed him to take, Floyd figured out how to throw them off.

“What the hair was that, guys?!" he exclaimed at the towering guards. “Are you kidding me?!"

Gromlik was gobsmacked. “What?"

“Some space junk just hit the satellite!" Floyd explained, pretending to be angry. “It's burning a hole through the wall! You three decide to just throw open the door without taking any precautions?!"

“What precautions, bro?!" Gromlik asked, still confused.

“Oh, so you want us to read the manual for you too, bro?!" Viva cut in. “You could have killed everyone in the wing!"

“Uh, yeah!" Trollex stammered, attempting to help. “I-I'm angry, too!"

“Oh, no," Willow groaned.

“I mean, can't you see these authentic mechanic uniforms?" Trollex asked, spreading more confusion. “Which go with some of our skin tones better than others?"

“Excuse my friend," Floyd said to Gromlik. “He's the boss's adopted son. He's a little... Well, you know."

As the pink-haired Troll spun a finger next to his temple, Gromlik nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, I... I got one of those, too," he admitted, then looked over to one of his men. “I mean, this one? This one, I love. I'm so proud of him. I– You're doing great. So proud of you. But this one?"

After staring at the other one, he kneeled down to Floyd's level, making him nervous as it reminded him of when he was captured by Velvet. Trollex gently held his hand and he felt slightly better.

“Everything he does drives me crazy," Gromlik whispered. Floyd nodded in understanding.

“I thought you said something else," the guy insisted yet again.

“Shut up!" Gromlik growled at him. “I swear, I'm gonna throttle him. I'm gonna go to jail for murder. I am."

Realizing he had been holding Floyd's hand for too long, Trollex pulled away with a blush and looked out the window to distract himself, only to feel more panicked as he noticed their spacesuits floating outside.

“How'd you guys get here so fast?" Gromlik asked Floyd.

“I'll be honest with you, we just happened in," Floyd answered, which was sort of true, “before it burned all the way through, thank God."

“Good thing you were here," Gromlik sighed in relief as he got back up. “Alright, guys. Wrap it up. We're all clear here."

Once the Genesentries left and the door was closed, Trollex collapsed all of a sudden.

“Trollex, what's wrong?" Viva asked in concern.

“Panicked... about... suits..." he panted, pointing out the window. The rest of the group noticed the floating spacesuits.

Plasma groaned in frustration. “You threw them in the contamination bin. It expels stuff into space the moment you shut the lid!"

“It would've helped if you told me that two minutes ago," he argued.

“Damn it, Trollex!" Willow snapped. “Why don't you ever think?!"

“Hey, it's not his fault!" Floyd said in his defense. “He didn't know. None of us did."

“I did," Plasma said.

“Then, why didn't you say something?!" Willow yelled.

“Guys, calm down!" Viva interrupted. “We'll find another way out of here. Right now, we need to save Synth's life."