Disclaimer: I really, really hate doing these things. Anyone who knows what's what knows that these characters aren't mine. I just own bits of the storyline. And Tekkaman Starfire, Starfire belongs to me.

Teknomorphs 2:

The Rescue

All was quiet in the Wildlife Rehabilitation Clinic at this hour of the morning. As quiet as it ever got anyway, with all the injured animals making noise in their cages. But one of the occupants of the big red barn that housed the Clinic wasn't listening to the nocturnal sounds of the patients.

Slade, asleep in his bed of straw in the hayloft, tossed and turned as he saw images of a place deep underground. There was some kind of plant that only grew in that one place, and there were others – things, people like him – that were down there, too. One of them was smaller and more clear in his mind's eye than the others. Indicating that this one was most likely important to him in some way.

(…go to her…)

(What?) Slade asked muzzily, still half-asleep.

(Go to her, Slade… She needs you now.)

Slade sat up, blinking as the blanket he had pulled up over his shoulders fell quietly into his lap. He could almost swear he had just been contacted by another Teknoman. Rolling out of his makeshift bed, he stood up and looked around, trying to sense where the unknown Teknoman's telepathic presence was coming from.

But, whoever they were, they had masked their presence too well for Slade – who was still more than a bit inexperienced with his newfound skill of telepathic locating – to get even the slightest read on where they were. This would not have surprised Slade, if he had known that this was the very same individual that had guided Jake to the Radam base to rescue him. It seemed that Tekkaman Starfire, despite the rather obvious handicap of being dead for several thousand years, was still trying to aid the universe that he had fought for in his long life.

Slade wasn't thinking about any of this, since Jake hadn't told him about the weird voice that only he could hear. Or about the vivid dream that had happened when he'd gotten home more than a few days ago.

(Where are you? Who are you?)

(That is not… important right now. Slade, you must go back. You must find your sister.)

(Sister!)

Now Slade was really confused. Sure, he didn't remember much about his life beyond waking up naked in a barn, but he thought someone would have at least him that he had a sister.

(That is not important now, Slade.)

(Right. Yeah, I'll just, you know, start morphing.)

Slade flipped the blanket off his legs and started to morph. Although he had done this kind of thing before, it was still the strangest thing that he could remember doing. But I guess I shouldn't talk, Slade thought with a slight smirk.