Third rewritten chapter, meh. I'll shorten the story to six chapters, methinks. I don't need the Museum of Magic to add more onto it. So, here it is.
Stella watched from the ship's doorway as Bloom's blond beau argued with Aisha and Tecna. The fashionista had red eyes from crying herself to sleep the previous night, and though she had gotten much better at Tecna's suggestion of heading to her home planet, she still missed her friend dearly. Her brown eyes focused on the pink-haired fairy as she threw her hands into the air while shouting at an agitated Sky.
"You could've stopped her, so why didn't you?" yelled Sky, his body tense and his fists clenched. He was in the Specialist uniform, and his cape was billowing in the wind that the ship had stirred up.
Aisha lunged forward and physically held back Tecna, who looked like she was going to murder Sky with her own two hands. Stella shook her head, continuing to watch them in silence. The conversation they were having was not going well.
Aisha grit her teeth while shoving Tecna behind her. The dark-skinned girl crossed her arms over her chest and glowered at the Specialist. "We told you," the princess of Andros ground out. "The portal was already giving way, and we were out of range. The blast sent us too far away for us to be able to reach Bloom in time, and Tembak held us back after. Do you really think we could have gone after her at the same time?"
Watching this exchange, Stella decided that she had had enough, and walked down to them, standing between the two fairies and the Specialist with her hands held out. "Enough," she stated, her eyes narrowed. "Sky, we're going to Zenith to see if we can find Bloom from there. The others are already on the ship, and we need one more pilot. Are you coming or not?"
Looking defeated, Sky finally nodded, mute. The two fairies who had been gearing themselves up for an up and out verbal fight slowly relaxed, and as Sky trudged to the ship to board it, they turned to Stella. "Thanks, Stella," Aisha murmured. "I've just been so... wound up over Bloom, I guess I just snapped."
Tecna put a hand onto Aisha's shoulder, her eyes sad. "We're all on thin ice with each other now, Aisha. It's not your fault." She shook her head. "I was about to sock him too."
Stella watched as the two started walking in the direction of the ship, talking about each other and laughing at some kind of joke. The fairy played with the belt she wore on her waist, sighing heavily as she looked back in the direction of the school. A small exhale left her and she slowly trudged back towards the ship, not even caring that the dirt on the ground was getting onto her favourite pink shoes. "We're coming, Bloom," Stella uttered. "Just hold on for a bit more."
As she boarded the ship, she heard the Specialists calling out instructions to each other as the Winx, with the exception of Tecna, who sat in one of the pilot's seats, took their seats. "Are we ready to fly?" Timmy's voice sounded from the front, along with Tecna's reports on the ship's condition.
"Almost, Timmy!" Brandon shouted to him, looking back at her as she headed towards him. With a push of a button, the door swung shut, and the engine could be heard even clearer. "We're ready for take-off!" Stella walked close to Brandon, and the brunette pilot smiled at her, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "Hey cupcake," he said gently. "How are you holding up?"
"Fine," Stella spoke, the ship starting to rise from the ground. "I just need to find Bloom, and everything will go back to normal," she assured him once the sun fairy noticed her brave Specialist looking at her worriedly. "I promise, Brandon."
"Alright," the Specialist conceded. "Take a seat, Stells."
Stella headed towards her friends, keeping her eyes on her beau with a soft smile. "Thanks, Brandon," she said softly as she watched him type away on the screen in front of his seat, shouting things to the pilots in front and flicking switches and what not.
Brandon glared at the screens that were showing him absolutely nothing. It had already been a good hour, and still he couldn't find a thing where Tecna said that Zenith was. By now, all the Winx girls, except for Tecna, who was up front helping Timmy navigate, had left their seats, and were conversing quietly with their respective others. Stella was watching the screens with him and she was frowning at the blank, blue screens.
The Specialist gave a groan and stood up from his seat to stretch. He surveyed the area, putting his hands onto his hips. Musa and Riven were arguing in hushed tones over music, Flora and Helia were just splitting up Helia's work while they talked, and Aisha was just in her seat, drumming her fingers on the armrest while she observed the others work.
Suddenly, Stella called out to him, and a beep from his screen made him whip back. There was something there, for once, and Brandon thanked the Dragon. However, when he saw what it was, he blanched. "Get back to your seats!" he yelled. "Sky! Tell Timmy that we're heading right into a meteor belt! Get him to manoeuvre out of it, now!"
"I'm on it!" Sky dashed out of his seat and headed towards the two brainiacs, who were conversing rather heatedly about... something. He could hear the urgency in Sky's tone and saw Timmy physically jump at the mention of meteors. Tecna retook her seat and strapped herself in, and began to talk to Timmy, making quick plans. Timmy nodded, and in a few seconds, the ship began to tilt ever so slightly.
The ship veered to the left, but then shook like it had been struck... which it had been. Brandon felt the ship jolt, and he winced, knowing that Timmy wasn't going to be happy about that. He looked at the screen, noting that they were already over halfway through the meteor belt. Thankfully, they made it through the rest of the way without a mishap happening, but he could hear Timmy from the front, asking for the ship's condition.
"Left wing's dented, a piece gone from the front, but all in all, we're still safe," called Riven from his seat, where he monitored the ship.
Brandon could hear Timmy complaining to Tecna. He didn't blame the guy - he had just gotten the ship repaired that morning. His screen blinked, and Brandon shot up straight in his seat. A planet was registering there. After a little while, he concluded that it was what they were looking for, though his screens showed no information on it. "I think this is it!" he yelled. "Timmy, ten o'clock, we have a planet!"
"Get ready, we're landing!" was the response several minutes later. "Tecna confirms it, it's Zenith!"
Well, this is still short. Anyway, this chapter is done.