Disclaimer: This story is made up and is no way affiliated with Fox Broadcasting Company, Matt Groening, Nickelodeon, Cinar, Bill Mumy, or Peter David and all Futurama and Space Cases stuff is borrowed. Rakiea, Ninya, Jackson Walters, Monorro, and Nicolo McKai are mine.
In the Planet Express office, Professor Farnsworth was showing off his newest invention--a time-machine. After the incident with the microwaves that had sent his crew back in time to World War II, he had been quite interested in the effect and wanted a controlled time machine of his own, and he finally had it.
"This is my time-machine," the super old professor explained to his staff. "It can send you anywhere in time."
"Can I touch it?" Bender, the usually drunken, semi-evil robot asked childishly.
"No," Professor Farnsworth answered.
"So, let me see if I've got this straight," Phillip J. Fry, the twenty-five-year-old great times eight uncle of Professor Farnsworth, started. "It's a machine, that can send you through time? It's impossible!"
"No, it's not. I haven't exactly tested it yet, but I guarantee you it works," the professor replied. "In fact, that's your next mission. I want to test my machine on the Planet Express ship, send us back in time five minutes, and then go forward in time again."
"I think there are forms you have to fill out for that," Hermes, the company's bureaucrat, said.
After filling out the appropriate forms saying that if they were lost in time, dismembered, or anything at all unfortunate happened to them, Planet Express was not responsible and they waived the right to sue. Turanga Leela, the ship's captain, a twenty-something cyclops with purple hair, ended up loading it on the ship by herself. After she was done, and right before everyone boarded, Dr. Zoidberg, came out.
"Can I go too?" he asked excitedly.
"NO!" everyone answered.
"Nobody loves Zoidberg," the crustacean whined as he slowly went back from where he came from. Nobody seemed to notice.
Fry, Leela, Professor Farnsworth, Bender, and Amy, a cutsey Martian girl, all went aboard the Planet Express ship. Leela took her place at the captain's ship and piloted them into space.
"I want you to go way out there," the professor said. "No need to take innocent lives. There is the one escape pod, right?"
"Yeah, and it's all mine!" Bender called out.
"Hey, this is boring. We're not doing anything, and that's boring. Come on, Bender. Let's find something not boring to do," Fry suggested.
"Just don't play with the time machine. The professor already has it set to the exact specifications. All I need to do is hit this button when we get where he wants us to go," Leela warned, showing them the button. "So don't mess with the time machine."
"Yes, MOTHER," Fry responded immaturely. "Why do you always boss us around?"
"Because I'm your captain!"
Fry and Bender ignored her and went to the cargo bay where the time machine was. "I wonder how it works?" Fry asked.
"I know how we find out. We mess with it until it does something," Bender answered.
"Hey, that's a great idea! I'll mess with these dealies and you mess with those whatchamacallits until we get it working!" Fry declared.
Bender and Fry started playing around with the time machine until they soon accidentally reset it to not send them five minutes in the past, but to the year 2271. From the year 3000, that was still quite a ways back.
"Aw, I'm sick with messing with this stupid machine," Fry whined.
"Yeah. There's gotta be something better to do. Like getting drunk," Bender responded, opening up his chest and pulling out two beers. He drank them both within a minute.
Fry and Bender went back on deck, Bender with another beer in his hand.
"We're here! Press the button!" Professor Farnsworth ordered.
Leela did as she was told, and pretty soon, the crew went back in time. But they landed somewhere they didn't suspect they would. First of all, there was a wonderous bird-like ship next to the Planet Express ship. "Did you guys mess with the machine?" Leela asked.
"Oh, sure, accuse us," Bender said.
"I am!"
"Okay, you see, what happened was this," Fry started to explain as Amy started cursing in Martian.
Meanwhile, Rakiea and Jackson Walters, a fourteen-year-old Jupiterian and a eighteen-year-old human from Starcademy, were in the Command post at the time, and saw this other ship appear out of nowhere. It was massive and green, with a cool red stripe down the middle and a Planet Express logo on it's back fin. "I wonder where that came from?" Rakiea wondered.
"Maybe it's been there and it just came out of stealth mode," Jackson suggested.
"I would have seen it. Maybe we should establish communications and see what's going on?"
"You establish communications, and I'll get the rest of the crew up here," Jackson answered. Rakiea nodded and went to the communication post as Jackson summoned the rest of the crew over the speaker system.
"This is Second Commander Rakiea of the Starcruiser Christa. Please identify yourselves, mysterious vessel," Rakiea said.
On the Planet Express, Leela answered the reply. "This is Captain Leela of the Planet Express. We seem to have had some problems," Leela replied as in the background Rakiea heard Fry say, "Uh, is it good when smoke starts forming around the thing you're trying to get to work?"
"Do you need help?" Rakiea asked.
"Oh, yeah, that would be great."
"Alright, I'll open a pathway between the ships, and we'll come over and help you fix whatever. Christa out!"
As Rakiea finished this conversation, the rest of the crew finally arrived.
"Like, what was it?" Ninya, a seventeen-year-old Plutonian, wondered.
"They seem to be in trouble, and from what I understand, one of their crew is suffering a major head injury, so I told them we'd help," Rakiea answered.
"Good thinking, Rae. Maybe we can also exchange of ideas to benefit each other," Commander Goddard replied.
"Commander, can I run this mission, since I was the one who promised and everything?" Rakiea wondered.
Commander Goddard nodded. "Sure."
Miss Davenport, however, had something to say to that. "Seth, she's only a child. You don't mean to--"
"I think she's quite capable, TJ. Pick your team, Rakiea."
"THELMA, Gizbot, Ninya, and Nicolo," she said, picking along with the Plutonian the Christa's android, "mascot", and fourteen-year-old Venetian boy.
"All right. Then Monorro, Jackson, Miss Davenport and I will be here as backup," the Commander acknowledged.
"Have fun, Rae," Monorro, the twelve-year-old from the Magellanic Cloud Galaxy, offered.
"Oh, you know I will."
Just a few minutes later, Rakiea's group walked onto the Planet Express. "I'm Second Commander, Rakiea. This is my skilled team of mechanics," she said, pointing to THELMA, Gizbot, and Nicolo. "And this is our ship doctor," she added, pointing to Ninya. "You know, for the boy suffering head injury."
Leela laughed. "You must be talking about Fry. No, he's fine, just stupid. I'm Captain Leela."
"So, we're here to fix whatever it is you need help with," she started as she noticed Fry was staring at them. "What is your problem?"
"Where are you guys from?" he asked with the curiousity of a small child.
"I'm from Jupiter, Ninya, the blue chick, is from Pluto, Nicolo, the boy, is from Venus, and THELMA and Gizbot were built by Luminarians. Never seen any of the above before?"
"You'll have to excuse him. He's from 1999 and was cryogenically frozen for a thousand years," Leela explained.
"Oh," Rakiea responded. "That means you're from, what, the year 3000 or something?"
"What else year would it be?" Amy asked in her girly way.
"2271, last time I checked," Rakiea answered.
"Like, me too," Ninya added and Jackson was nodded.
"It is March 3, 2271," THELMA said, confirming their suspicions.
"Well, you figured out the problem. Our time machine is broken. Maybe you guys and the professor here can work together and fix it."
The Christa crew looked at him. "'Tis a rude wonder, but how old might he be?"
"One-hundred and sixty-years-old," Leela answered.
"Um, okay, Ninya stay here. The rest of you, come with me and the professor," Rakiea ordered. "Maybe we could use your robot, too?"
"Fine. Bender, join them, since it is partially your fault."
"Hey, are you blaming me?" Bender demanded.
"Yes," Leela answered.
"Just checkin'."
The six of them went off to fix the machine, while Ninya suggested to the rest of them, "Like, why don't we go onto the Christa and I'll so show you around?"
As Fry got an excited look in his face, Ninya realized what Rakiea would say to her if she had been there. Famous last words.
In the Planet Express office, Professor Farnsworth was showing off his newest invention--a time-machine. After the incident with the microwaves that had sent his crew back in time to World War II, he had been quite interested in the effect and wanted a controlled time machine of his own, and he finally had it.
"This is my time-machine," the super old professor explained to his staff. "It can send you anywhere in time."
"Can I touch it?" Bender, the usually drunken, semi-evil robot asked childishly.
"No," Professor Farnsworth answered.
"So, let me see if I've got this straight," Phillip J. Fry, the twenty-five-year-old great times eight uncle of Professor Farnsworth, started. "It's a machine, that can send you through time? It's impossible!"
"No, it's not. I haven't exactly tested it yet, but I guarantee you it works," the professor replied. "In fact, that's your next mission. I want to test my machine on the Planet Express ship, send us back in time five minutes, and then go forward in time again."
"I think there are forms you have to fill out for that," Hermes, the company's bureaucrat, said.
After filling out the appropriate forms saying that if they were lost in time, dismembered, or anything at all unfortunate happened to them, Planet Express was not responsible and they waived the right to sue. Turanga Leela, the ship's captain, a twenty-something cyclops with purple hair, ended up loading it on the ship by herself. After she was done, and right before everyone boarded, Dr. Zoidberg, came out.
"Can I go too?" he asked excitedly.
"NO!" everyone answered.
"Nobody loves Zoidberg," the crustacean whined as he slowly went back from where he came from. Nobody seemed to notice.
Fry, Leela, Professor Farnsworth, Bender, and Amy, a cutsey Martian girl, all went aboard the Planet Express ship. Leela took her place at the captain's ship and piloted them into space.
"I want you to go way out there," the professor said. "No need to take innocent lives. There is the one escape pod, right?"
"Yeah, and it's all mine!" Bender called out.
"Hey, this is boring. We're not doing anything, and that's boring. Come on, Bender. Let's find something not boring to do," Fry suggested.
"Just don't play with the time machine. The professor already has it set to the exact specifications. All I need to do is hit this button when we get where he wants us to go," Leela warned, showing them the button. "So don't mess with the time machine."
"Yes, MOTHER," Fry responded immaturely. "Why do you always boss us around?"
"Because I'm your captain!"
Fry and Bender ignored her and went to the cargo bay where the time machine was. "I wonder how it works?" Fry asked.
"I know how we find out. We mess with it until it does something," Bender answered.
"Hey, that's a great idea! I'll mess with these dealies and you mess with those whatchamacallits until we get it working!" Fry declared.
Bender and Fry started playing around with the time machine until they soon accidentally reset it to not send them five minutes in the past, but to the year 2271. From the year 3000, that was still quite a ways back.
"Aw, I'm sick with messing with this stupid machine," Fry whined.
"Yeah. There's gotta be something better to do. Like getting drunk," Bender responded, opening up his chest and pulling out two beers. He drank them both within a minute.
Fry and Bender went back on deck, Bender with another beer in his hand.
"We're here! Press the button!" Professor Farnsworth ordered.
Leela did as she was told, and pretty soon, the crew went back in time. But they landed somewhere they didn't suspect they would. First of all, there was a wonderous bird-like ship next to the Planet Express ship. "Did you guys mess with the machine?" Leela asked.
"Oh, sure, accuse us," Bender said.
"I am!"
"Okay, you see, what happened was this," Fry started to explain as Amy started cursing in Martian.
Meanwhile, Rakiea and Jackson Walters, a fourteen-year-old Jupiterian and a eighteen-year-old human from Starcademy, were in the Command post at the time, and saw this other ship appear out of nowhere. It was massive and green, with a cool red stripe down the middle and a Planet Express logo on it's back fin. "I wonder where that came from?" Rakiea wondered.
"Maybe it's been there and it just came out of stealth mode," Jackson suggested.
"I would have seen it. Maybe we should establish communications and see what's going on?"
"You establish communications, and I'll get the rest of the crew up here," Jackson answered. Rakiea nodded and went to the communication post as Jackson summoned the rest of the crew over the speaker system.
"This is Second Commander Rakiea of the Starcruiser Christa. Please identify yourselves, mysterious vessel," Rakiea said.
On the Planet Express, Leela answered the reply. "This is Captain Leela of the Planet Express. We seem to have had some problems," Leela replied as in the background Rakiea heard Fry say, "Uh, is it good when smoke starts forming around the thing you're trying to get to work?"
"Do you need help?" Rakiea asked.
"Oh, yeah, that would be great."
"Alright, I'll open a pathway between the ships, and we'll come over and help you fix whatever. Christa out!"
As Rakiea finished this conversation, the rest of the crew finally arrived.
"Like, what was it?" Ninya, a seventeen-year-old Plutonian, wondered.
"They seem to be in trouble, and from what I understand, one of their crew is suffering a major head injury, so I told them we'd help," Rakiea answered.
"Good thinking, Rae. Maybe we can also exchange of ideas to benefit each other," Commander Goddard replied.
"Commander, can I run this mission, since I was the one who promised and everything?" Rakiea wondered.
Commander Goddard nodded. "Sure."
Miss Davenport, however, had something to say to that. "Seth, she's only a child. You don't mean to--"
"I think she's quite capable, TJ. Pick your team, Rakiea."
"THELMA, Gizbot, Ninya, and Nicolo," she said, picking along with the Plutonian the Christa's android, "mascot", and fourteen-year-old Venetian boy.
"All right. Then Monorro, Jackson, Miss Davenport and I will be here as backup," the Commander acknowledged.
"Have fun, Rae," Monorro, the twelve-year-old from the Magellanic Cloud Galaxy, offered.
"Oh, you know I will."
Just a few minutes later, Rakiea's group walked onto the Planet Express. "I'm Second Commander, Rakiea. This is my skilled team of mechanics," she said, pointing to THELMA, Gizbot, and Nicolo. "And this is our ship doctor," she added, pointing to Ninya. "You know, for the boy suffering head injury."
Leela laughed. "You must be talking about Fry. No, he's fine, just stupid. I'm Captain Leela."
"So, we're here to fix whatever it is you need help with," she started as she noticed Fry was staring at them. "What is your problem?"
"Where are you guys from?" he asked with the curiousity of a small child.
"I'm from Jupiter, Ninya, the blue chick, is from Pluto, Nicolo, the boy, is from Venus, and THELMA and Gizbot were built by Luminarians. Never seen any of the above before?"
"You'll have to excuse him. He's from 1999 and was cryogenically frozen for a thousand years," Leela explained.
"Oh," Rakiea responded. "That means you're from, what, the year 3000 or something?"
"What else year would it be?" Amy asked in her girly way.
"2271, last time I checked," Rakiea answered.
"Like, me too," Ninya added and Jackson was nodded.
"It is March 3, 2271," THELMA said, confirming their suspicions.
"Well, you figured out the problem. Our time machine is broken. Maybe you guys and the professor here can work together and fix it."
The Christa crew looked at him. "'Tis a rude wonder, but how old might he be?"
"One-hundred and sixty-years-old," Leela answered.
"Um, okay, Ninya stay here. The rest of you, come with me and the professor," Rakiea ordered. "Maybe we could use your robot, too?"
"Fine. Bender, join them, since it is partially your fault."
"Hey, are you blaming me?" Bender demanded.
"Yes," Leela answered.
"Just checkin'."
The six of them went off to fix the machine, while Ninya suggested to the rest of them, "Like, why don't we go onto the Christa and I'll so show you around?"
As Fry got an excited look in his face, Ninya realized what Rakiea would say to her if she had been there. Famous last words.