Um, Hi everybody… (Sweat-drops) Look, it's not my fault I've not been updating! I've got exams in 2 weeks! I hope that this'll make up for the silence!

I open my eye, looking left, right. No-one in the corridor. I open both and hop silently off the table. I sneak up to 014 and 550 led on the bed, 550's arm behind 014's shoulders. Weird, I thought 550 didn't sleep… Oh, well. Must be making up for lost time.

"(Hey, Psch, wake up, lovebirds…)" I whisper, poking them with my nose. Eugh, 550 smells terrible… 550 growls, turning over in his sleep, but stopped by 014. His eyes open blearily, looking to his trapped arm. He glances up, noticing me.

"(What, now?)" He asks, stifling a yawn.

"(Yep.)" I nod. He nods back, gently shaking 014's shoulder.

"(…Naga chemuga…)" she mutters, curling up into a ball. 550 licks her on the bridge of her nose. She opens an eye, groaning.

"(You can tell she isn't a morning person(?))" I say to 550, nosing her to get up.

"(Why'd we have to go now?)" She groans, sitting up. "(It's only 3 in the morning…)"

"(Why'd you think? Everyone's asleep.)" I say, walking to the table and opening the drawer. I take out the letter I've written to Jumba and place it on the table. "(Sorry, Fortuna…)" I sigh to myself, wishing she could come with us.

"(C'mon, let's get this over with.)" 014 says, climbing out of bed.

"(Wait. Let's just splash up before we go. We need to be alert.)" I say, walking to the sink. I fill it up with ice-cold water, then after a minute, duck my whole face in it.

"(BRR-WHOA!)" I say in a loud whisper, taking my face out, now wide awake. "(I feel peppy!)" 550 and 014 do likewise, only 014 slightly more annoyed about it.

"(Alright, we're awake, can we do it now?)" She says angrily, shaking herself dry.

"(…Yeah.)" I say, making for the doors. I peer out. "(Ready? Go!)"

014 vanished from sight, and I feel a sharp breeze rush by me. About half a minute later, she returns, looking nervous.

"(There aren't many people about, and no-one's standing guard in the Cargo bay.)" She relays, panting slightly. We all run out of the room, down the corridors. 014 was right. It's deserted around here.

"(It's just up ahead.)" 014 says, walking backwards at our running speed. She loves to show off when she can.

"(…Odd?)" I hear a voice say. We freeze in place, not looking round. "(Odd, what're you doing?)" I look round to see Lucky leaning back around a corner at us.

"((You guys go ahead.))" I say even quieter to 014 and 550. "((I'll work something out.))" As they run down the corridor, I walk to her.

"(Odd, what is going on!)" She whispers angrily, folding her arms. "(I don't know about you, but the rest of Jumba's children seem to actually sleep from time to time!)"

"(Lucky, we're not trying to get to sleep.)" I say unemotionally. "(We're escaping.)"

"(…What?)" She asks, furrowing her brow. "(What're you talking about? Why would you be escaping?)"

"(Psyche.)" I say, looking away. "(She may be your friend, but she's a psycho.)"

"(…Psyche? A psycho? No… Not Psy-)"

"(She kills without a second thought.)" I say forcefully, growling slightly. "(She thinks we're the scum of the universe. She kills everyone who stands up to her.)"

Lucky remains silent, looking at me a few seconds, then looks away.

"(…Well?)" I ask, waiting for an argument.

Silence.

"(Now you see my point.)" I say. "(…I was going to ask you to come with us, but…)"

"(…But I knew that you couldn't.)" I sigh, lifting my head and smiling at her. "(I knew that you just couldn't leave everything you'd ever known to come with me to an uncertain future.)" She takes a step closer.

"(…That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard.)" She sighs, folding her arms again.

"(Lucky… You don't know how much I'm going to miss you…)" I sigh, my eyes starting to tear up. I shake my head to get rid of them.

But she puts a hand on my face, stopping me shaking. I blink and look up to her, puzzled.

"(I think I do…)" She smiles, wiping my tear away. "(You're a great friend, Odd. And I hope you find someone just like you. Sweet, dependable, handsome… Slightly insane.)"

She giggles at the last bit. I give a weak smile.

"(I won't tell anyone about the escape, I promise.)" She swears, smiling faintly. "(Goodbye, 135…)" She walks away down the corridor. She turns back, winks, and then vanishes from sight.

"(Where've you been?)" 550 asks when I catch up with them, back against the wall, peering round the corner.

"(Where do you think(?))" 014 says, rubbing her arm. She's got quite a big bruise there.

"(What happened?)" I ask, nodding at it.

"(That happened!)" She growls, jabbing her thumb at the corner. 550 moves aside as I look round the corner. The corridor's empty and the cargo bay door's wide open.

"(What? There's nothing there!)" I growl, glancing back at the pair of them.

"(Oh yeah? Try this…)" 550 says, digging his claws into the metal wall. He tears a small piece off, leans past me and throws it at the Cargo-bay door.

As soon as the piece came into the area of the door, a fist instantly appeared, swiping the metal away. The fist was attached to a 3ft 9" high Mercy experiment, dark blue with purple stripes on his arms, legs and on his back. His black eyes, all three of them, have no eyelids, and his nose is blunt, black and rounded. His ears are thin and curled, like 014's, and his tail has a small, spiky ball on the end of it.

He snorts, looking about, clawing at the air unconsciously. After a few seconds, he nods to himself, spins rapidly on the spot, and then vanishes, tiny dots flying away from the spot and dissipating.

"(Okay, that happened…)" I whine, tapping my 'fingers' on the floor in worry. "(How the Blitznack're we gonna get past him?)"

We turn around as we hear rapid footsteps. I gasp in disbelief as I see Lucky skid round the corner, looking terrified.

"(Lucky!)" I grin, watching her run up. "(What're y-?)"

"Run! Run now!" She shouts, looking behind her. "It's Psyche! She's gone insane!"

"What?"

"Psyche!"

"Here?" We all shout at once.

"Who's there?" the experiment around the corner shouts, quickly re-forming.

"We have to go, NOW!" She pleads, skidding to a brief stop in front of us. "You were right, Odd, she's gone Psycho! She accused me of having a crush on Sonar, then she went all-!"

"GET! BACK! HERE!" Someone roars, storming around the corner.

It's Psyche alright, but not as I've seen her before. Her eyes are narrowed to deathly slits, glowing a crackling yellow, tears trickling down her cheek. Her teeth are bared as well as her claws. Her usually immaculate hair is strewn around her face, her antennae tangled up in it. She snarls at us, glowering at Lucky.

"Who're these? Some more for your personal Harem?" She yells, balling her hands into fists, silver blood trickling out from between her fingers. "I despise doing this Lucky, especially to you, but you've pushed me TOO FAR!"

"(Oh, my Creator…)" The guard experiment gasps to himself, staring with uttermost horror at Psyche.

"This doesn't concern you!" she snaps, momentarily forgetting us. She puts her hands up in front of her as if she was opening a pair of curtains, then rips them apart savagely. The guard screams in pain, clutching himself as he's shredded in half, dissipating instinctively. He's probably OK, unlike us.

"(Now…)" she breathes, looking back to us. "(Where were we…?)"

"((Odd…))" Lucky says in the quietest possible whisper, only just moving her lips. "((When I say 'Now', run to a ship…))"

"As I told you," Psyche says, frowning. "You cannot have him. You will not have him. Sonar. Is. Mine…" She curls her fingers up, cupping mid-air. Two orbs of crackling blue appear in each hand. She drops her hands, but the orbs stay there.

"Goodbye, Lucky." She says, nodding gently. Suddenly, the two orbs shot out at us, a band of golden lightning connecting them.

"Now!" Lucky shouts, squaring up to the orbs. Suddenly, her card symbols light up, partially blinding me as she stares at Psyche. A bright pulse shoots out of her eyes, slicing through the orbs and at Psyche.

The orbs detonate, purple smoke exploding from them, blotting out Psyche from view, so we can't tell whether she's hit or not.

"What're you waiting for?" She yells, the glow gone, her eyes closed as she clutches her head. "Run!" We snap around and run into the hanger, heading for the nearest ship.

It's a Zero-space-er. I… I didn't think those things even existed… They're that rare… They're rarer than rare… Only one was ever made… and it's sitting in front of us. How did he get it?

It's 25ft long, 15ft wide and 12ft high, a long, torpedo-like shape. It's a bluey-green colour, like Psyche's fur, with six sets of triangular wings, twelve in all in groups of two. (A pair above and a pair below.) On the back, there're three engines in a triangle. Huge, they are. There're about 20 windows on the sides, each showing the grey interior. It's standing on four pieces of triangular landing gear, holding the ship about 4ft above the ground.

"Don't stand there and gawp!" 550 yells, grabbing one of my ears and yanking it sharply. (Just like Jumba used to do…) "Get on the ship!"

"What about-!" I say, jumping into the underbelly through the open hatch.

"Right here!" Lucky yells, running underneath and jumping up. She misses, falling back down. But her hand's grabbed by someone else's.

Mine.

"Don't worry, I gotcha." I smile, pulling her up into the ship. She clambers in and kneels up.

Directly in front of me. We're so close, our noses brush. There's a moment of silence. Even in the middle of the frantic escape, time freezes as we stare into each other's eyes.

"(Um…)" she murmurs, ears lowering and cheeks reddening under her fur.

"(Erm…)" I splutter back, my throat tightening and my brain going numb.

"Hey!" Someone yells, shattering the moment. "Clear the doors!" 550 yells again, franticly hacking into the controls. (Well, he is a computer expert!) We roll aside as the door hisses shut under us.

And… um… I end up led on my back with Lucky, um… lying across my stomach.

"Is she still after us?" Lucky asks, scrabbling off me, us two as red as each other.

"I can't tell," 550 growls, pushing buttons and re-connecting wires at the same time. "I've only just got the ignition program up and running, never mind about outside cameras!"

"I'll check." I say, jumping up and going to a window. I see Psyche standing at the entrance to the cargo bay, staring at us.

I don't get it. She's just standing there, staring at us. It's creepy. I look the other way, the ship starting to move. The outside-doors are still shut.

"We need to open the outside doors!" I yell, glancing back to them.

"I got it!" 014 yells, running to the door.

"Wait-wait!" I shout suddenly, staring at the outside doors. "They're opening already!"

The huge doors are opening, glowing slightly blue, like someone's- I look back to Psyche.

"Lucky…" I say, glancing back to her. "I think someone wants to talk to you…" I step down as Lucky moves to look out. She looks out; a sad / scared look on her face with tears in her eyes. But after a few seconds, she smiles gently, a tear rolling down her face.

I reach up and put my hand into hers. She squeezes it, glancing back to give a brief smile.

"Standby for launch." 550 says, gesturing towards the empty seats. He's already buckled in the driver's seat, strewn with wires. We quickly get in the seats, the ship powering up around us.

"(…Goodbye, everyone…)" Lucky smiles, looking out of the window.

"Clear of the hanger doors." 014 calls forward to 550 from the back, zooming up and clipping herself in.

"Activating artificial gravity. Setting co-ordinates for Bizmila, in the Grougre cluster. Powering up the Zero-space engine." 550 reels off, busy at the controls. "We're far enough away. Will you do the honours, 014?"

"Hold onto your lunches, ladies and germs," 014 laughs, opening the plastic covering of a big blue button on the control panel. "Because we."

She presses the button.

"Are."

The whole ship starts vibrating violently, a tremendous roar from the engines behind us.

"OUT OF HERE!"

Out of the window, I see the blue wings become white hot against the blackness of deep space, hundreds of multi-coloured sparks flying off the hull as stars seem to streak by us. Then I hear a titanic explosion, the blackness outside erupt into pure white.

There's a few seconds silence.

"YEAH!" 550 yells, obliterating the silence.

"WE DID IT! WE ACTUALLY DID IT!" 014 laughs, grabbing hold of her antlers, trying to contain her excitement.

"WE'RE GOING TO BE IN THE HISTORY BOOKS!" Lucky whoops, pumping her fist in the air.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Zero-space, also known as, FREEDOM!." I laugh, letting out a sweet victory howl.

:D Did it make up for the silence? Please review! (Ps, I did get the Zero-space idea from Animorphs I admit!)