Author's Note: I don't own Code Lyoko, etc.

Chapter Four – Evacuate

"Enemy Targets have escaped. Calculating..." XANA said to himself, knowing the Lyoko Warriors eluded his wrath once more, "Previous encounters indicate current level of minions is inadequate to eliminate threats. This planet designated Arlunola has shown higher levels of technology than previous planet. Course of Action: Assimilation and pursue enemy targets."

XANA began constructing his army in the Holo-Studios at a faster pace.

"Acquiring control of nano-processors...complete! Beginning assimilation of planet Arlunola."

He spread like a swarm of ants across the Artifact Room of Containment, covering the entire floor. Charging the door, he watched as his swarm splashed into the air as they rebounded off the magical force field blocking the door.

The Computer spoke, "Sorry, but all encryptions are active and though you have bypassed the lower secured areas of the system, this room will forever be denied to you."

"Don't be so sure, forever can be a very short time."

Bringing his swarm to the rear of the room, he threw them at the force field once again, they were thrown high into the air once again. This time, the barrier fluxed a little more.

"You were saying?"

The Computer made a glaring noise at XANA. As he smiled in his victory, he returned his swarm to the rear of the room once more.

Shelly drove as fast as she could in her armored van. Inside were Aelita, Yumi, and Alicia still cradling a sleeping Daedalus in the back seat with Odd in the passenger seat. Outside was Sam riding on her hoverboard with Ulrich and Jeremy sitting firmly as not to fall off.

Shelly leaned in, "So, big guy, why aren't you out there with your girlfriend?"

Odd glanced out the window to see Sam with a little glare in her eyes whenever she looked his way, "Man, can she hold a grudge." He thought.

"Well?" She asked.

He kept his face forward, "I don't want to talk about it."

Shelly smiled as she saw the girls in the backseat. Yumi was rubbing her injured shoulder, Aelita was scratching her side really hard.

"Yumi, how's the shoulder?"

"Aelita, it still hurts and your scratching for the past five minutes isn't helping."

"Sorry, Yumi. There's something poking me under my suit and I don't know what it is."

"Can't you take off your suit and get it out?"

"With Odd in the front seat."

"Hey! When did everyone decide to pick on me today, huh?"

"Relax, Odd, I was only kidding. I'm sure I can get it without taking anything off. By the way, what's been getting you so on edge lately?"

"Like I said, I don't want to talk about it!"

After a moment of fidgeting, Aelita got her arm back through her sleeve, holding the object in hand. It was a thin crystal mounted on a circular base.

"Well, it matches your hair." Yumi commented.

"But, I don't know what it is. Shelly, do you know what this is?"

Glancing into the rearview, she saw the crystal. Slamming hard on the brakes, the van screeched to a halt. Alicia held tight onto Daedalus and thankfully, he was still sleeping. Shelly looked behind, taking the crystal from Aelita.

"The Ship Key to the New Light, when did you get it?"

"Since before we escaped the Holo-Studios I think, but I didn't notice it until now."

"This is...good, now I don't have to remember the 128 character password."

Odd fake coughed, "Ahem...All well and good, but XANA could be taking this planet as we speak."

"Right, we need to hurry." Shell began driving again.

"Wait, what about the people?" Aelita leaned into the front.

"Knowing my brother, he'll find a way to save them, but we're getting out of here just in case."

Aelita replied, "Can't we save these people...just in case?"

Shelly looked back at her for a moment before saying, "Okay, when we get to the New Light."

Aelita sat back down assured as Shelly drove on.

"Sam? If you don't mind me asking. Why didn't you offer Odd a place on the hoverboard first? Figuring that he was your boyfriend, wouldn't it make sense that he got the first seat?" Jeremy asked.

Sam glanced in the window to see Odd with a little regret in his eyes whenever he looked her way, "Man, he looks so sad...No, I still got to be angry with him a little longer." She thought.

She kept her face forward, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Don't worry about them, they'll be talking to each other again in no time."

Sam scoffed, "Coming from the guy who didn't want to leave his girlfriend's side...clingy much?"

"Hey! That's because...because..."

"Uh huh?" Sam said amusingly.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Right, so you have no say in my relationship with Odd."

"Alright, alright, let's just drop it. Besides it's kind of hard to think, rushing past the cold night air matching a speed of the van were following."

"Speaking of, why aren't you cold, Sam? Ulrich and I are shivering."

"Clothes of the future have built-in thermo regulation since 26785 A.D. in according with Fashion Safety Act signed by all clothing manufacturers of the same year and all years thereafter."

The boys stared blankingly at each other for a second before Jeremy asked.

"Where did you learn that?"

"Decawikiplexipedia, they had a link when I was clothes shopping on Terramazon a few hours ago."

"Yeah, we are going to need new threads especially something like Yumi's."

"Her clothing made from a nanomesh material capable of self-healing and also aids in the healing process of the wearer?" Sam said, "Yeah, I got that, too and so does Aelita. But I doubt that we have time to visit Francis with the fact we're running for our lives."

"Francis? Who's Francis?"

Sam simply smiled as they drove onward.

After a few more minutes, they were on the other side in the Arlunolan Spaceport where the New Light was docked. Quickly driving the van and the hoverboard inside the hangar bay, they walked into the ship and made their way toward the bridge.

"Alicia, go to Trickster's chambers and get Daedalus settled. If the door gives you grief, say platypus. The rest of you, follow me."

They did as they were instructed and everyone took a seat, strapping themselves in. Inserting the Ship Key into the ignition and turned it, the ship came online.

"Beginning launch preparations, make sure you're all strap in nice and tight. This is going to be a bumpy ride."

"Are you going to alert the populace now?"

"I'm on it." She leaned over to a wire box installed into the dashboard. Flipping the safety clasp, the switch soon followed and she pressed the green button, then the red button on the switch's right.

"This will send a pre-recorded transmission to all radios for ten thousand miles. Everyone will know to get off-world as fast as they can."

"And you didn't..." Aelita asked, only to be meet with a death glare from Shelly, "Nevermind."

"Without any further interruptions, here we go." She pulled on the throttle and the New Light rose in the air. Soon enough in the upper atmosphere, they aligned themselves with their trajectory and flew into the depths of outer space.

Trickster pulled hard on the top hatch of the New Light. This being the sixth attempt, it came free and finally was open. Taking a short breath, Trickster jumped inside the dark hallway. The sunlight pouring down from the hatch was his only natural light. Tapping a few keys on his 3D Holo display on his forearm, it illuminated his way. The first stop was his workshop, he needed to pick up a few things.

He held himself strong at the sight of his hammock torn asunder, the only place in his workshop where he could get some rest. However behind it was a thin cabinet, he opened it revealing his arsenal of belts. Pushing past them, digging into the far back, he pulled out a thin wide strip of folded hardcloth. Unfolding it, it turned into his emergency backpack. Loading up several of his belts, he turned to his weapons cabinet and threw some of his handheld weapons in. Putting on a special belt, he was ready to move on.

Arriving at his next stop, Trickster walked onto the bridge of his ship. He made his way across the disheveled floor, stepping over the remnants of chairs, pots, pans, and the kitchen table. Getting to his favorite chair, He hoisted it off the ground, lined it up with it's post and brought it into place. Swiveling it back-and-forth a few times, Trickster sat down. Breathing his first sigh of relief since he had been walking the desert for hours and with his hammock destroyed.

"Now, let's see..." He reached for the ignition and there was no Ship Key to be found, "Ah, it would have made it easier, but I memorized it." He typed all the keys the 128 times he needed to and the ship started, then stalled.

"Okay, Computer, run diagnostic." There was no response, "Computer?" Again, no response, "Must be offline."

Trickster pressed a few keys, the diagnostic appeared on the screen.

"Sand has clogged most of the engine intake and other systems, I will need to activate pumps."

He heard the noise of the sand being sucked through the vents. Pressing a few more keys, another display appeared on screen.

"23 minutes, 52 seconds? Must be a lot of sand. I can only hope Enigma isn't in any immediate danger."

At the same time on Mosada...

"Get him!" Kaz'maut shouted as they trailed behind Enigma who transformed into a monkey, swinging from branch-to-branch.

Trickster just hoped for me to not be in any immediate danger, didn't he?"

End of Chapter Four.

I'm going to update on Wednesday from now on as Sundays have not been working out for me.

Due to the enthusiastic "support" of Mystic Supernovae, I've come to a decision. This will be my last story on , at least for a long while if that. I don't want to be in a place where you're only as good as your last chapter and I really don't have the time I used to for putting in writing for fun, even writers need to eat.

So long story short, thank you everyone especially you Mystic Supernovae for helping me come to this decision.