Hey! I think my cold or whatever the heck I have is finally starting to clear up! Yay!

And yes, it's very possible to memorize 110 digits of Pi. And I'm behind compared to everyone else I know. One of my friends got 250.

Freaking 250!

And that wasn't even first place!

Yes, yes I am a complete nerdy geek...

And correction, it's been less than a week since my last update. I always update every week at Saturday, mainly because I'm very busy with some special events. I simply meant that I might be able to update. Might.

Enjoy the chapter!

The sound of the whirring of tools and the roaring of new engines rang throughout the caverns when Eli and Ezra stepped through the large hole where the ramp should have been.

("Yeah, sorry about that, by the way. Just figured you guys were stuck down there." Eli chuckled.)

It didn't take long for everyone to notice the twins.

"Eli! Ezra!" Trixie cried in surprise, letting a heavy steel plate clatter to the floor.

"Hey guys, they're up!"

"Seriously?" Kord lifted a welding mask off his face and glanced over in the twins' direction.

Pronto just dropped everything he had.

Sabine removed her own colorful helmet, slumped over a crate of bolts and, yes, even more spare parts.

"It's about time!" She huffed.

"We could use a little help out here."

Ezra smiled and rolled his eyes. With a small motion, the heavy box of junk started levitating on its own.

"You sure you didn't miss me?" Ezra smirked as the box floated to the other side of the Ghost.

Sabine rolled her eyes this time.

"Nope. Keep trying, kid."

Eli paused for a second before shaking his head. Another difference between him and his twin: Ezra was much more flirtatious.

"Eli! You know how long we've been waiting, dude?" Kord laughed, nearly suffocating the Shane in a hug.

"Two days... can't breathe..." Eli coughed a bit when the cave troll finally dropped him.

"Um... where's Kanan?" Sabine stared at the blown off ramp behind the brothers.

"He was in pretty bad condition," Ezra said, letting a small burst of light shoot up from his fingertips.

"But we managed to do what we could."

Hera sighed with relief, pulling up a projection of the Ghost's exterior.

"Good. Now, could you guys help us out? These engines can't install themselves."

"Finally!" Eli panted, tired and exhausted.

All of the hours of work had slowly drifted on into the night.

With one last heaving push, the engines slid perfectly into place.

"Great. They're in place." Redhook crossed his arms.

"It'll take a few hours to get them up and running, but... it's a start."

He turned to the heavily fatigued crew, which was on the line of passing out.

"You folks have done more than enough work. Best you guys get some rest."

Muttering in agreement, each of the groups went off to do their separate business.

"I'd... better go check on Kanan." Ezra yawned, standing up and stretching his arms.

"See if he's up yet."

As the young padawan walked back towards the ramp, Eli felt a small... disturbance in the Force.

"Yeah, Redhook?" Eli leaned against the metal wall of the Ghost, watching the blastersmith tinker away with the engines.

"So you are strong with the Force." Redhook chuckled, not looking up from his work.

"Just like your father."

Eli glanced up.

"How'd you know that we were related?" He asked. Redhook grinned.

"Well, for one thing, the resemblance is uncanny. Almost mistook you for each other."

The blastersmith reached up and started turning a few dials.

"But that's not all. You see, the Unbeatable Master had trained a padawan in the ways of the Force as well as slugslinging. A little shaky at first. Nearly blew the roof off of the cavern the first time he tried lifting something large."

Eli thought for a moment.

"So, this padawan... was my dad?"

Redhook slammed something down, causing Eli to jump in surprise.

"No, it was your great-aunt Hilda, of course it was your father!" Redhook snorted, planting his metal claw on his hip.

Sighing, the old man returned to work.

"But your father... occasionally he'd miss training just to check up on you. He'd have visions about you playing up there on the surface, and sometimes shared them with me and his master."

Using the Force, Redhook summoned a wrench to his hand.

"We were the only other people in Slugterra who knew about the Surface."

Eli stood up a little straighter.

"How come he didn't check on Ezra, then?" He asked quietly.

Redhook stopped what he was doing and turned to the boy.

"Eli, don't even go there. Your father looked far and wide through long periods of meditation, across the galaxy, even."

Redhook glanced over towards the entrance of the Ghost.

"But Ezra, he had lost hope. He truly believed that his parents were gone. And when one loses hope, it's hard to see when there's light. It's just as hard to find someone who's lost his way. Understand?"

Eli slowly nodded.

The quiet whirring and clinking of metal slowly took over the darkness of night.

"You know," Redhook said at last.

"The Unbeatable Master was actually considering to take you on as a padawan as well."

Eli looked genuinely surprised.

"Me? A padawan? As in, training to be a Jedi?"

Redhook laughed.

"Course. That's what a padawan is, isn't it?"

"That's not what I meant."

"I know. But, tell me this, what is your purpose in Slugterra?"

Eli didn't hesitate.

"To protect it and everything in it." He said.

"That's... pretty much how the family rolls. That's why Ezra loves his friends so much."

Redhook chuckled once more.

"There's your answer, Shane."

"What?" Eli was still trying to wrap his head around the conversation.

"But- that doesn't make any sense!"

"Neither does the Force. There isn't always an exact answer to everything. So expect any question asked to a Jedi to be answered in riddles."

Redhook held his crooked smile as he worked on the engine some more.

"You'd better be off, or your gang might think you fell off a cliff."

Nodding and drowsy, Eli turned away, then stopped.

"Wait, you knew my great-aunt Hilda?"

"Don't. Don't even start." Redhook's voice took on a slightly annoyed tone.

"Okayyy... I'm gonna go now." Eli walked off, full of curiosity and feeling slightly disturbed.

Ha ha... great-aunt Hilda. Good woman, she was. Makes a great ham sandwich. XDD jk, jk.

Yeah, this chapter was supposed to be a little calmer and more funny. Plus, it's just a little break from nearly dying literally all the time.

The crew's one step closer to getting home! Yay!

Hoped you liked the surprise chapter! Bye!