A Million Miles Apart
A/N: *Singing* "See the line where the sky meets the sea, it calls me. And no one knows how far it goes-" No! No, stop it! Get it out of my head! Seriously, Let it Go didn't tire me out this early. And Moana hasn't even been released in theatres in Sweden yet! Ugh, damn it, Disney, why are you doing this to me? Oh well, at least you gave me some inspiration for this chapter, so I guess we're cool. For now.
Good thing we had a bit of a soft start my first week of school. One of my teachers has quit her job, so while they're finding another one, we've had time to do school work we're either not done with or do other things that are school related. This has given me a little time to write more for you. Good thing, right? Well, I still work on that really important essay that needs to be done by April, so there's that, but a small break is necessary sometimes, right? Ugh, no wonder I'm stressed about school right now: I'm terrible at getting started on things...
Anyway, I'm happy to give you this chapter, hope you'll enjoy it and please review, favorite and follow!
Chapter 46, How Far to the End of the Universe?
The Professor had told us that we would arrive at Zerij by tomorrow, so that gave us time to do whatever we wanted. Well, almost whatever we wanted, anyway. Donnie had, for some reason, locked himself away in the holographic chamber and hadn't come out for a second since we had gone through that wormhole. And that was about two hours ago. Jhanna had shrugged it off, saying that if he wanted to be alone, we should let him. He had shown a liking for be alone, so why should we disrespect his wishes? I had just rolled my eyes at her and walked away. Jhanna had never been good at reading other people, following her emotions or trusting her heart. She was quick to judge and didn't trust easily, which sometimes was good, but right now it really wasn't.
I didn't know Donnie very well yet. And I was not in the right position to tell anyone how to handle emotional problems, since I was still trying to get through the fact that my whole life was a lie and I had been helping my father hurt innocents and capture a man because of greediness for power. And that was before I knew about Donnie and that he and Jhanna got captured by the Triceratons. Then I sent out soldiers to help capture all three of them.
Donnie... it seemed to me like he was trying to hide something. I knew Jhanna liked to keep her feelings inside, and I kinda recognized that in Donnie, only it seemed a little different with him. If I were to go on his reaction when Jhanna asked him why he thought his family didn't care about him, it seemed pretty obvious he had some trouble with his family and the relations between them. I wanted to ask him, but how would I do that without having him turn his back on me again?
I was sitting at a table and eating some lunch while thinking over my next move. I know I had talked to Donnie late at night back on Filione, but we hadn't gotten that far into a deep conversation before we had both gotten tired and went to bed. But still, I had gotten enough to understand that he was mad at them, but still cared about them very deeply. So what could it be?
Mona Lisa came out of the door that led to the control room and dried her newly cut hair with a towel, showing me that she had just come out the shower. She hung the towel over a railing, walked up the food replicator and then came up to me with a bowl of salad. She sat down with a small smile and rested her elbows on the table, with some water still dripping from her hair down on her arms.
"Hey, Star. What's going on?" I smiled and sipped some milk.
"Eh, nothing really. Just trying to figure out how to talk to Donnie." Mona raised a confused eyebrow and nibbled on some lettuce.
"Why? Is something wrong?" Was there something wrong? I shrugged and pressed my lips together.
"I don't really know. I just get the feeling that-" I didn't get to finish the sentence before a loud explosion was heard and we both jumped in our seats and turned towards the holographic room. We looked at each other, stood up and ran towards the door. When the doors opened we both recoiled as thick clouds of smoke came billowing through the door and up in our faces, making us cough. I made my way into the room, but Mona Lisa stayed behind because of an extremely violent coughing fit. It was hard to see anything, but I started to make out contours of a body on the floor. I coughed a little and tried to get down a little lower, like I had been told to do if I ever was in a fire.
"*cough cough* Donnie?" The figure on the ground moved a little and tried to get to his feet by pulling himself up on his work desk. I hurried up to him, slung his arm around my shoulders, and helped him stand up. He coughed and then tried to laugh.
"Well, that could have gone better." I rolled my eyes and he pushed a small button and a fan started to hum, the smoke starting to fade away until it was finally gone. I gently let go of him as he stood up steadily and grabbed the crutch he had dropped on the floor.
"Are you okay?" He waved me off and smiled reassuringly.
"Oh, don't worry about me; this happened all the time back home. Explosions are unavoidable when you're working in a lab. And it was, if anything, a successful test." I rubbed my arm over my teary eyes and looked over the work desk to try and find the source of the explosion.
"Successful? You call an explosion successful?! What the heck are you doing anyway?" Mona came in now that the smoke was finally gone and she had overheard Donnie's reassurance. She looked annoyed and a little angry, but I got the feeling that she was just concerned for Donnie's wellbeing. Donnie's eyes suddenly lit up with excitement and he gestured at the table in front of us.
"I'm trying to upgrade my spacesuit so that I can do more now that my leg is hurt." He pointed at some metal to his left and showed me something that looked like more like scrap metal than something that belonged in a science project. "I found this when I was looking for those tools The Professor told me about and looked it over. It seems strong enough to be able to withstand pretty much anything. That was what I was doing when the explosion happened. I was firing some laser bullets from one of the stronger guns at it, and the bullets bounced off and exploded. This stuff it perfect!" Mona and I frowned at each other and looked down at the suit on the table.
"Perfect for what?" He smiled and gestured down at the suit again.
"For armour, of course. I'm gonna weld some of this stuff on the legs, arms and other places that might need extra protection. Oh, and look at this!" He grabbed a helmet that was placed off to the side. "I've programmed the suit's comm link into this thing, too, so I can use it while I have the helmet on. And here," he put the helmet aside and grabbed the gauntlet on the suit's sleeve. "I've programmed the suit's gauntlet to be able to do more than just answer incoming messages. If it works the way I want it to, I could program the weapons for this suit to be controlled through this gauntlet. I have so many ideas, I can't wait to try all of them!" Mona rolled her eyes with a wry smile.
"Yeah, sure. Knock yourself out, just as long as you don't end up killing yourself." She walked out of the room and I could only assume that she went out to get her lunch. I looked out over the stuff on the table and fingered a little on a hammer. I recognised most of the tools from the people at home whose job it was to fix computers or the damages done to our homes, but I had never been allowed to even touch them. I was good with computers and technology, but building things was something I had never tried before, even though I had always been interested with the idea. And seeing Donnie's excitement over his own inventions and ideas woke those feelings.
"Man, I wish I could be an inventor, too." He looked up from his project and at me.
"Well, why can't you? There's nothing holding you back- you could try it out if you wanted to." I shook my head and put the hammer down.
"No, I couldn't. I've never built anything in my life; I wouldn't know where to start. I have no idea on how to create stuff or come up with ideas for inventions." Donnie shrugged, picked up his gauntlet and looked it over and started to remove it from the sleeve of the suit while still talking to me.
"Well, neither did I. I had no idea how to build stuff or how to make sure it would work when I was a kid. But I still wanted to try and build or make things better, so I just started. I had no teacher other than the books I found in the sewers, or the sources from the internet when I fixed my first computer. And I crashed and burned more times than I care to remember. But that's how you learn. You gotta start somewhere and go from there. You fail, you learn. And the more you learn, the better you'll do next time." I looked down at the ground and thought over his words. You learn by failing? How does that make sense? I've heard the saying 'you learn from your mistakes,' but still, how does it make sense? Shouldn't failure mean that you're not good at what you're doing? That's what dad always said. Whenever someone failed, he berated and punished them to make sure it didn't happen again.
I shook my head to get my dad out of my head and looked back at Donnie. "Maybe I could help you with a few things?" He looked up from the gauntlet, which he now had successfully removed from the suit, and looked at me with big eyes.
"You want to help me?" I nodded and took a step closer.
"Sure! I want to know more than just how computers work or the stuff you can learn in books. You seem good at what you're doing, so why can't you teach me some stuff that you know?" He almost seemed to enter another world. His eyes became a little dazed and he stared out into space for a second. He blinked, smiled and nodded.
"Well, I mean, if you really want to help-." I nodded eagerly and placed my hand on his arm.
"I do! I really do. I want to learn everything you know." He smiled, blinked a little, and for a second I thought he was blinking away tears. He placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Okay, then. Let's get started. But maybe you finish your food first." I remembered that I had left my lunch out in the other room and ran out.
"Oh, right! I'll be right back!" I heard him laugh at me before the doors closed behind me.
Starlee didn't take long before she came back into the holo-dojo, and she was so eager to help that she had a hard time sitting still for the first couple of minutes. But once I started to explain some of my ideas, she calmed down and I had her full, undivided attention. Which felt really weird. I was used to people rolling their eyes at my quote-unquote 'technobabble', or smiling and nodding and trying to look like they understood what I was talking about. And no one ever offered to help besides April, but that was only when I was working on the retro-mutagen or anything that could help her or her dad. I was always left to my own business whenever I wanted to invent something or just had to work on or fix something. So to have Starlee here, listening to every single word and also understanding everything I said, was something entirely new. And I really liked it. She would give her opinions on my ideas, but never tried to replace my ideas with ones of her own. She said what she thought and then gave some advice on other ways to go about those ideas, but that was it.
I placed a blueprint in front of her. "Okay, so I plan on putting armour on the lower legs, about up to my knees, my feet, the forearms, my shoulders and maybe my shell. I also plan on having shoulder pads, for some extra protection, so it might give some protection to my neck and head. It seems like the best places to have some extra protection, right?" Starlee nodded slowly and had her lightly clenched hand over her mouth, seemingly in deep thought.
"Yeah, that sounds pretty good. Though I don't know if having thick metal on your shell will be necessary. Maybe we could put some padding in the back or something, but I think that putting metal on your back is going to make things a little too heavy. Which in turn might hurt your back." Hm, I hadn't even thought about that. And yes, it was a pretty good point. I nodded and scratched out that part on the blue print.
"Yeah, you're right. I didn't think of that- good point." She smiled and looked over the rest of the blueprint. She leaned closer to the written words, squinted and then placed her goggles over her eyes. She traced her finger over the words as she read and then looked up again.
"You say here that you plan on making some pockets for weapons. Are you planning on sewing pockets onto the suit, or what?" I shook my head and pointed to the belt that I had drawn around my waist.
"No, I'm going to make some pockets for this belt where I can put my shuriken and throwing knives and possibly some other weapons that can help me in tight spots and if I don't have any other weapons." Another idea popped into my head and I added a small holster on the back. "Maybe I can put a kind of holster on the back, for my bo staff, so I won't have to carry it around in my hand all the time." She nodded and grabbed the pen from me and drew some belts that would be located around my thighs.
"Yeah, and maybe you can put something here, and have some last resort weapons there, too. Like a gun, in case you lose your other weapons." I smiled widely and nodded back at her.
"Yeah, that's good! Really good." I wrote that down before I could forget it, and moved on to the gauntlet. I had already planned to connect the comm link to my helmet too, so I could talk into it with my helmet on. It would make things a bit easier. And I had been thinking of putting the controls for the gauntlet in the helmet too, but controlled by my eyes. The tech was around, so it was just a matter of adapting it to the gauntlet and how it worked. That way I could use the gauntlet to analyze the environment, answer someone's call or scan the Black Hole Generator pieces by only using my eyes. It'd make things much easier. But when I told Starlee this, she looked a little apprehensive.
"Um, wouldn't that sort of tech be easy to hack? I mean, wouldn't the Triceratons or anyone be able to hack into that helmet and get all the information you have in the computers through all that tech?" I shrugged. When it came to hacking, I considered myself a master on the subject, so the idea of the enemy trying hack into my tech wasn't something I hadn't thought of.
"No sweat, I'm way ahead of you. I've already got a million firewalls and protection programs in mind. If somebody wants to hack into my head, they're gonna have to go through all my mind has to offer first. And let me tell you, that's not so little."
She stared at me for a second, then smiled. "Well, if you're sure about that, good. But still, I hope you know what you're doing." I just smiled cheekily at her and turned back to my blueprints.
"Oh, don't you worry, Star. I know exactly what I'm doing." She eyed me unsurely, but I had my eyes on the gauntlet and didn't really think much of her looking at me like that. "Hm, maybe there's more I can program this gauntlet to do. There's got to be some way of tracking the Black Hole Generator pieces so we won't have to run around those caves looking for nothing." Starlee just looked at me, then down at the suit, then back at me.
"Shouldn't we start with the armour?" I looked at her, pulled out of my deep thoughts, and stared at her for about a minute. It almost felt like being woken up from a dream. I shook my head to clear it and nodded.
"What? Oh, yeah, yes! We should do that, so at least something might get done by tomorrow." She grabbed the laser pistol we needed to cut out the pieces and I directed her on how to do it. She made a bit of a fuss, since she didn't know how to do these things, but I insisted that she could do it. And she did really, really well despite her shaky hand and obvious nervousness. She had her eyes locked on the work in front of her and nothing seemed to distract her.
After all the pieces were done, I started to weld them in place. It was tricky, since I didn't have a model or mannequin or anything to help me, but it still worked pretty well. But, like I said, it wasn't that easy. Starlee suggested that I put it on and then let her weld the pieces where they should be. But I decided that it wasn't worth the risk of losing anything vital, like a leg or a patch of skin or something like that. So I did the best I could with the suit lying on a table and due to the circumstances it took much longer than it would have otherwise. But after about two hours it was finally done. Starlee wiped her forehead with her arm and let out a breath.
"Okay, I think I'm gonna call it quits for now. I'm so sweaty I feel like I just stepped out of the shower. I'm gonna go and wash up. You don't mind, do you?" I shook my head and picked up the gauntlet.
"Nah, I think I can handle it from here. It's just a bit of programming and reprogramming and some fixing. I'll be fine from here." I looked up and smiled at her. "Thanks for your help, Star. It went so much faster than it would have if it were just me." She smiled and ran out of the room, her purple hair flowing after her like a comet's tail. I smiled fondly after her and couldn't help but laugh.
"Man, it's like looking back into the past." Starlee reminded me so much of Mikey with her positive attitude and her compassionate nature, but her eagerness to learn and the way she soaked in every ounce of scientific or mechanical knowledge I said reminded me of how I was when I was around her age. She was smart and learned fast, but the fact that she wanted to learn as much as she possibly could remind me of myself. She acted a little closer to how Mikey could be when he came into my lab, only she was nowhere near as oblivious about what was going on in the lab as Mikey could be. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and started to put the gauntlet back on the suit's arm again.
"Seriously, you would think that after messing up so many experiments and me telling him over and over again, the message would sink in after a few years. Ugh, it's like talking to a brick wall," I muttered to myself as the gauntlet came back on its original place. Mikey, bless his kind heart and sweet nature, could be so dense sometimes. I know Mikey can be really, really smart. So when will he actually show it? Sometimes I think he likes to play dumb, because he thinks it's easier to be dumb and trying to think and come up with smart ideas is not worth the effort, since there are guys like me and Leo around to do the hard thinking for him.
I groaned and shook my head. There I go again, blaming others for being who they are. I know Mikey has problems with keeping his focus and sometimes has problems remembering things, both that are and aren't important. So it's not like it's weird or surprising that he has trouble keeping up with my tempo or learning the things I know slower than I did. That has always been fact, so why should it be any different now from two years ago?
I sighed and looked back at the blueprints. Okay, so the suit was about done; all I needed to do was fix those pockets and then suit alone would be finished. I would need to fix some things with the technology in the helmet and the gauntlet, but the suit would be just about done. I grabbed the suit by the shoulders, lifted it up and looked over my work.
"Not a bad job, if I do say so myself." I couldn't help but feel smug about the job, even though it wasn't anything that spectacular. Not like making a van out of an old abandoned subway car, but still. Starlee and I had done a good job, especially since I had no experience with clothes of any sort. I felt tempted to see how it looked on me, so before I could think of doing anything else, I started to put it on. It was a bit trickier now, since there was a lot more metal on it and due to that it had become a lot heavier than it had been before. And it hurt a bit to put my injured leg into the boot-like part of the leg, but after a bit of trying and eventually sitting down on the desk so I wouldn't trip, I managed to put it on. I looked over at the full body mirror I had managed to find on the ship and looked over my work.
The metal we had put on the legs made it look like I had knee high boots on and it actually helped my injured leg a little bit, so I didn't feel the need to use my crutch as much right now. It still hurt, but the metal worked kind of like a leg brace, so it wasn't as dependant on it anymore. The suit felt a bit heavy on the places where we had placed armour, like on my forearms and my shoulders, but it still felt really good. I smiled and looked myself in the eyes.
"Lookin' good, Donnie." Suddenly an alarm went off and I looked up out of my dreams. I grabbed the crutch to help me a little and hurried out to the control room. The others were already there, and the Professor looked over the computers. I hurried up to him.
"Talk to me, Professor. What's going on?" The Professor looked up at the big window in front of us, and the problem appeared on there. He groaned and shook his head in annoyance.
"Ugh, wonderful. It seems a small meteorite has gotten stuck in one of the engines. If we don't fix the damage right away, it could lead to it overheating and, in worst case, explosion. We have to remove it immediately." He looked up at me and then eyed me up and down.
"Oh, I see why you have been so busy today. That is a very impressive amount of work in only a few hours." I smiled and shrugged.
"Oh, thank you." I looked up at the screen again and saw where the meteor was located. "Okay, so someone has to go out there and remove it? That's it?" The Professor nodded.
"Yes. Though you'll have to use special tools for it. It is still a meteor, and it can be incredibly hot to the touch." I nodded and looked back at him.
"Get me what I need to remove it. I'm going out there." As I said it, I felt my stomach clench in fear. Me, jumping straight out into space? It was both an exciting and kind of scary thought. But I tried my best not to show it. I turned to Starlee, who just came out of the shower and dried her hair with a towel.
"Hey, Starlee?" She looked up at me. "Can you go and bring me my helmet from the holographic chamber?" She nodded and ran out of the room, dropping her towel on the floor. Jhanna ran into the shower room and then came back with a backpack-looking device in her arms. It seemed to be a bit heavy, since she didn't hurry as much when she came up to me.
"Ugh, here. You have to put this on." I grabbed the device from her and looked it over. I couldn't see exactly what it was, so I looked back at her.
"What's this? And why do I need it?" Jhanna rolled her eyes and took the device from me again and walked up behind me, putting it on my back.
"It's a jetpack, genius. And unless you want to float off into space you're going to need this. Here, give me your arm." I didn't have time to process what she said before she grabbed my arm and started to pair the suit up with the jetpack. "Okay, you're good to go. And I've also turned on the oxygen converter, so you'll be able to breathe once you've put that helmet on." And, as if on cue, Starlee returned, my helmet in her hands.
"Here you go, Donnie." I nodded and put it on, listening to the helmet click into place. I looked down at my gauntlet and pressed on a few buttons.
"Okay, Professor. My comm link is connected to the ship, so I'll be able to hear you. I'm ready." He came running up with a something that looked close to a test tube holder, only bigger and sturdier, and gave it to me.
"Alrighty. Now, I'll guide you to where the problem is. All you have to do is carefully grab it and gently remove it. Be careful- and good luck." He gave me two thumbs up, which I returned. I took a deep breath and started to walk towards the doors that led out into space. I stopped in front of them, took another deep breath and pressed on the gauntlet, turning it on.
"Okay, Professor, I'm at the doors. I'm ready when you are." I heard a small spark in the speakers inside my helmet, then the Professor's voice.
"Affirmative. Doors opening in three, two, one..." I clenched my hands into fists as the doors opened and revealed the big, black and starry expanse of space. I took another breath and tried to relax.
"Calm down, Donnie. It'll be fun. This is what you've been dreaming of doing your whole life. Don't chicken out now." I took deep breath number fourteen, counted to ten in my head and then- quickly so I wouldn't have time to change my mind- I took a leap out into open space.
"Booyakasha!" It felt like taking a step off of a cliff and I felt myself drift a few feet before the jetpack started up and I started to float upwards and forward. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I took a few breaths, waved my arms and legs around to try and find some kind of balance, and tried to keep myself from freaking out. But after a while I started to relax, and try to figure out how to move forwards and backwards and left and right. It was like moving around in water, only a lot smoother and easier. I could do pretty much anything, move however I wanted, and there was nothing that felt impossible. Without gravity there was nothing holding me down or limiting my movements. And as I got the hang of it all more and more I started to smile, then laugh.
"Wow, this is so cool! Look at me, I'm flying! Haha, I'm the Super Turtle, Hero of the Galaxy!" I let myself fall backwards in a reverse somersault, twirled around in circles and struck a few 'heroic poses' just because I could. I felt incredibly stupid for doing all of this, but at the same time I felt like I was a little kid again and was having too much fun right now so I couldn't help it. I was yanked out of all of that fun by the sound of someone clearing their throat through the comm link.
"Donatello, we do not have all day. We must hurry up if we want to fix the problem." The Professor sounded both annoyed and amused, but I immediately snapped out of my thoughts and my focus came back on.
"Uh, right, sorry. I'm on my way- where's the problem area?" I moved towards the top of the ship and stood up on the roof, turning on the jetpack and turning on the gravity in it instead.
"Around the left wing, on the underside. You may have a hard time seeing it, but if I'm not mistaken there's a flashlight built inside both your helmet and your gauntlet, if it's too dark." I walked over to the left wing, kneeled down and looked down under the wing. Sure enough, there was a medium-sized asteroid stuck in the engine's ventilation system that functioned to keep the engine from becoming overheated. I grabbed the bigger test tube grabber and took ahold of the rock with it. It was stuck tightly, but after a bit of pulling, it finally came loose and I dropped it and watched it float further away into the galaxy. I smirked in satisfaction.
"Mission accomplished, Professor! The rock has been removed." I leaned down and looked over the parts where the rock had been to try and spot any damage. "And nothing appears to be damaged." I walked back to roof, looking down at the gauntlet as I spoke, not noticing the view around me.
"Excellent! You'd better come inside; it could be dangerous to be out there for too long." I nodded and was about to turn on the jetpack again.
"Sure, I'm on my way-" I looked up and my jaw fell open and my eyes widened. For the first time since I got out here, I saw space. I mean, actually saw it. Every star, every meteor and colorful cloud of gas, every supernova around me. And it was breathtaking to say the very least. Sure, I had seen some of this from inside the ship, but this was different. I had never felt so close to the stars before in my life. I turned down to the gauntlet again.
"Uh, on second thought, I'll be down there in a few minutes. I wanna take a moment to see all of this." The Professor sighed but told me to not take too long before he turned off the com-link. I sat down on the ship's roof and looked out over the wide horizon.
For as long as I could remember I had been fascinated by space and I couldn't count how many times I had dreamed of going to space and seeing all of the images I had seen in books, on TV or the internet for real. Which of course led to my brothers laughing at me and telling me how impossible it was for a turtle to go to space. Especially a mutant turtle, like me. Still, it didn't stop me from dreaming. And now, when I finally saw everything I had dreamed of seeing in real life, it almost brought me to tears. ...Of joy, of course.
I sighed and looked over the horizon, far, far ahead. Many scientists had the theory that space was never-ending and had no beginning or end. But the idea of traveling across the galaxy from beginning to end and seeing everything in there was more than enough to make me want to know where the end of it all was. Just imagine, the first earthling to see all of this, and it was me. No one on Earth would ever see the things that I had seen today alone, but I here I was. Why not take advantage of it and discover as much as I could? Who knew how much I would see or what I would learn? And then, I would find the pieces of the Black Hole Generator with my friends, and then we would save Earth from getting destroyed by those nasty Triceratons. Ooh, the guys are never going to hear the end of it, I'll make sure of that. Hah!
I still felt a bit smug about this whole thing. Out of all the possible outcomes of the incident back on Earth, this seemed the most incredible. I mean, this couldn't be just a coincidence, could it? I could have died in that portal, or in that forest on D'hoonib, had the Professor not found me when he did. But now, somehow and someway, I was involved in a mission to save Earth, without my friends and family. It couldn't just be coincidental. Every time something like this had happened on Earth, it had involved all of us in some way, shape or form. So how could it be so very different now? Maybe the Universe had seen my plight and given me the chance to prove myself and improve myself as a turtle and a warrior, without my brothers or friends to steal any of the thunder. Maybe it was the Aeons who had watched over me and had given me the chance I had been looking for.
I stood up and ran up to the edge of the roof on the ship and stared off at the horizon. Tomorrow we would land on a new planet, and who knew what kind of adventure we would find there? I wasn't afraid of it, especially not of that story of the Wendigo. It was probably just a story, anyway, so how bad could it be down there? I didn't care- I was going to make sure it was gonna be a successful mission. Just as long as the Aeons, my new friends and Master Splinter's spirit were with me, we would be fine. I was sure of it. As long as they were with me, there was no telling how far I could go into the galaxy and what I could accomplish.
I sighed and studied the stars, so impossibly close. And my father's words rang in my memory.
"Love is like the stars. You can't always see it, you can't touch it, and sometimes its light seems to dim. But you know it's always there. No matter what happens."
"Love is constant, just as the stars are always going to be constant. And as long as there is a star in the night sky, my love for you and your brothers will always be there."
"He's watching over me. I know he is. Even if he doesn't realize it himself," I mumbled to myself, never once looking away from the stars around me. "He'll always be with me, no matter where in the galaxy I go." I smiled and looked over the whole scene, trying to look at every star I could see.
"Don't worry, Father. I will succeed. I will find the pieces of that machine, find a way to destroy them and then make sure the Triceratons never find a way to destroy our planet. I'll make you all proud of me. Soon." I remembered that the others were probably waiting for me to come back down again, so I turned on the jetpack and took a step outside of the ship, floated back to the ship's doors and went back inside. I still had some work to do on my suit and some other ideas I had in mind.
A/N: And done! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review, favorite and follow! G'night everybody!