(Recommended listening: Arising Instrumental by Position Music)

"What do you mean, it came from Earth?" Vela demanded an explanation.

"I'm afraid you know more than we do," Jeff lifted his hands. "I'd hate to shine a bad light on anyone you know, but I can't see any other explanation. Someone who knew about your trip sent that message here."

The team exchanged glances. No one wanted to point fingers. The thought that someone they knew had sent out a kill order on them… was unthinkable.

"That's not everything," Barry piped. "I need you guys to do a favor for me."

"And why would we do that?" Vela hissed.

"Because I can make guns, Vela. That's why," Barry stated, his tone steeped in attitude. "You agree to help, and I'll make whatever you want."

Juno thought it over. They definitely needed weapons, ASAP. Even if he was their former enemy, no evidence had been brought forth yet that implicated Barry. Doing him a favor would be more of a help than a hindrance to the team, at this point.

"What kind of favor," Juno asked.

"There are several, actually," Barry added.

"Of course there are," Vela drawled sarcastically.

"I need you to destroy the jammer. We're in the blind here without proper communication, and that includes you, too. I also need the materials to make your guns. If you can save the Tribals in the mine, they should be able to help you find what you need. I have a list."

"That's all stuff we were going to do anyway," Juno pointed out.

"And I need you to go to Cerulean,"

"That's pretty random," Vela interjected. "What's on Cerulean?"

Barry fidgeted. "I… don't know. Mizar had something there, but I can't-"

"You mean, you had something there, right?" Vela accused.

"Barry says he doesn't remember much from his time as Mizar, and I believe him," Jeff stepped in. "If you can't trust him, trust me. I've been using my magic to help Barry recover some of his lost memories with meditation. According to what we've been able to retrieve so far, Mizar was conducting some king of experiment on Cerulean, long before he was defeated. Barry and I would like you to check it out."

"I don't like it," Vela whispered to Juno. "This is definitely a trap, and I don't trust him to make our weapons."

"Why don't you go, then?" Juno suggested.

"What?"

"You said yourself that you don't trust Barry, which means you'll have your eyes open for anything suspicious, like a trap. You're eager to prove him wrong, right? If it is a trap, you'll have your proof," Juno thought back. "And if I recall correctly, you had the most field time on Cerulean. You know the lay better than me or Lupus."

Vela opened her mouth to protest, but realized quickly that Juno was right. If there was a possibility of a threat left over by Mizar, they needed to check it out.

"Fine," Vela conceded. "But we're going to need a ship to get there."

"Riiiight…" Juno had completely forgotten that they were shipless.

"There's been a Drone ship stopping by the planet every day," Jeff offered. "It seems to have warp capabilities as well. We're guessing they use it to transport out whatever materials the Tribals mine."

"When is it set to arrive?"

"Tonight," Barry confirmed.

"How soon can you have weapons ready for us?"

"How fast do you need them?"

"Fast."

"I developed a new liquid nitrogen cooling system that lets me forge a gun in just under thirty minutes. The success rate is pretty low, but I guess that's what you get for rushing things."

"How low is the success rate?" Vela inquired.

"Thirty percent," Barry answered.

"It's not pretty, but we'll have to take it," Juno sighed. "Even one gun would be a big help in taking over a ship. Plus, Drones check their guard status on the hour, every hour. If we want to do this without alerting the ship, we'll need those weapons within that time frame."

"Fifteen minutes to eliminate the guards, knock out the jammer, save the Tribals, and grab the material for the guns with sticks and stones for weapons, fifteen minutes to get everyone back here safely, then another painstaking thirty minutes waiting for guns that may not even work, to take over an enemy ship loaded with armed Drones, all without raising any kind of alarm." Vela summarized.

"Too much for you?" Barry challenged.

"Are you kidding?" Vela accepted. "Who the hell do you think we are?"