"Alright, the teleporter is complete, your armor has been rebuilt. You're good to go!"

"Okay, then. One. Two..." Tucker then ran in.


Cragger thought about what happened to him. The advanced technology, the familiar voices, it didn't make sense. Cragger then heard a voice, it was him, but not really him talking to this Director. "Okay, well I just ran everything again, all calculations are up to date taking into account standard relays for communication and reponse time. I say our window looks good!"

"I agree."

"Well you should! Sure would make the same calculations I did, just, you know, more slowly."

"Arrogance is a rather on-becoming trait, Alpha."

"Are you seriously giving me a lecture on arrogance right now? Phthp, that's something you don't deserve." Then an aqua-armored female of the same species walked in. "Director?"

"Log off."

"Yeah, yeah. Way ahead of you." Cragger then found himself sucked into the console. What was going on anymore! He knocked himself out just thinking about it.


"And then we got sent here as animals."

"Wow. I can't believe the kind of stuff you've been through."

"It was hard, but I pulled through. Though, right now my armor needs modifications & repairs to suit my new for..."

"THREE!"

"Woah!"

"Oh, my god! Tucker? is that you?"

"Yeah... man I hate this black stuff."

"So you're an eagle, not a crow."

"Actually there's ravens instead of those kind of birds."

"How many debriefings do we need?!"


"Alright, Simmons. Here's the plan: we find Donut & Lopez 2.0, and find a way to get out of this place."

"What about Grif?"

"I guess we can accidentally find Grif along the way, like a former plan I thought up."

"Let's just go, I call the turret." Then the two hopped in. But, Worriz snuck on at that point to find out further what was going on.