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Chapter 2: Exiled from Home!: Part 2!

Lincoln and Milo were traversing through the still dysfunctional ship. As they were doing so, they began to have a conversation in order to find out more about the other boy. From Milo telling Lincoln about the time he helped save his hometown of Danville from time traveling pistachio monsters alongside his friends and two boys named Phineas and Ferb and getting a new housemate in the scientist known as Dr. Doofenshmirtz in the process, to Lincoln telling Milo about the time he went on a strike in order to get a different chore to do in his home only for it to spiral out of control for him and his family with his sisters also going strike because he did and they weren't going to end theirs until he ended his. The result was a messy house. It wasn't they discovered that Lily was missing that they snapped out of their stubbornness. Even they cleaned up the house, he and his sisters went on another strike when they found out that they can get paid for doing their chores. They both laughed at the absurdity of their respective stories.

"Wow, s-so you're telling me that your house was nearly turned into a landfill because you wanted a different chore! That's hysterical!" Milo said while laughing at Lincoln's story. Lincoln in turn laughed at the Murphy boy's story.

"You think that's hysterical, I'm still trying to wrap my head around you saving Danville from walking, talking, pistachio monsters!" Lincoln said while struggling to stop himself from laughing too hard.

What they didn't know, was that their laughter got someone's attention.

"Milo?! Is that you?! Where are you?!" A female's shrilly voice yelled out, causing the two boys to look around to find out where the voice is coming from.

"Huh? Did you hear that Milo?" Lincoln asked.

" Yeah I did." He answered. "Sara, is that you I'm hearing? Where are you sis?!" He yelled out.

"That is Milo, oh thank goodness! It's me Milo! Follow the sound of my voice bro and we'll follow yours!" The voice yelled out.

"Gotcha Sara! Come on Lincoln!" Milo said to Lincoln and the two began ran toward the sound of Sara's voice.

Meanwhile…

Chris, now back into his human form, tried to find his way around the dark ship, it was difficult to say the least because the vehicle is like a freaking maze up in there.

He was traversing it when all of a sudden, he heard a loud, rage-filled, yet utterly repressed and familiar scream before he felt someone jump on his back and began to beat on his head.

"You're not taking my organs without a fight you alien scumbag! I'll take you out if it's the last thing I do!"

Chris was both struggling to talk and try to get the person who beating his head off of him.

"Dan- Ow! Stop! It's me- Argh! CHRIS!" The 1/16th Canadian yelled out.

Hearing this made Dan stop his assault on Chris and jump off his friend's back.

"Oh, my bad." Dan said once he was back on the ground. Dan then began to feel around to find out where Chris was until he told him that he was right there. Afterwards, the two friends began to traverse through the ship.

Chris decided to break the ice. "I'll be honest with you Dan. I'm a little nervous being in space."

Dan wrapped an arm around his half bear friend, "Oh you're just being paranoid you dolt, so you don't have any reason to worry! With me by your side, nothing can stop us!" He declared.

Hearing this made Chris get a little more confident. "Yeah, what was I thinking? Thanks Dan, I needed that." He said with a smile on his face, wrapping his arm around his buddy's shoulder as the two continued to walk down the dark hallways of the malfunctioned rocket ship.

"I sure hope Lincoln's ok?" Chris said to himself even though Dan clearly heard him.

"Don't worry my minion. I'm sure the kid's fine..." Dan reassured him. "I'm mean, what's the worst that can happen."

"A lot of things Dan..." Chris deadpanned as they continued on. "A lot of things."

Back with Lincoln and Milo, 30 minutes later...

Milo and Lincoln were running through one hallway through another as they were trying to look for Sara. They were so engrossed in looking for Milo's sister and listening to her voice that they forgot about their headlamps being on that they accidently crash into two shadowy individuals, knocking all four of them to the ground.

"Argh, my head! Hey, watch where you're going, jerk face!" demand a male angry voice as he got up from the ground.

"Ow! Sorry about mister." Lincoln said, rubbing the back of his head to ease the pain from hitting the ground.

"Wait? Lincoln, is that you?" A familiar voice said as he looked down at the young Loud through the darkness.

Lincoln, also looking at the darkness, was surprised. "Chris?" He asked as Milo helped him up. Lincoln flashed his light on the man and sure enough it was the 1/16th Canadian himself.

"Chris, it is you?" Lincoln said as he ran up to him and embraced him with Chris embracing him back.

"Wait, so you're the kid Chris has been going on and on about since our jailtime here?" Dan said as he eyed the boy with squinted eyes.

"Y-Yeah?" Lincoln said nervously.

"Ok, just then just one question then." Dan said in a serious manner. "You're not one of those adult assaulting, disrespecting brats, are you?" Dan asked.

"No! Of course not!" Lincoln said, shaking his head vigorously.

"Oh good. Then we sure get along just fine." Dan said in a surprisingly happy tone, relief at Lincoln's answer, much to Chris' relief and surprise.

Dan then looked towards Milo. "And who might you be?"

Before Milo could introduce himself however, he and the others felt another series of three lights flashing onto them. Seeing this as a potential threat, Dan cracked his knuckles as Chris got in front of Milo and Lincoln, turning back into his bear form.

Before Dan and Chris could attack, the intruder the voice called out. "Wait, don't attack!" Said a older male voice.

Another voice called out, this time being a older feminine one. "We're just looking for our son."

Milo knew those voices. "Mom? Dad? Sara?" He said as he pushed his way past Chris and Dan and flashed his light upon them.

"Milo?!" said the three voices in unsion.

Surely, it was them as Milo ran to them and embraced his family.

"Milo, I'm so happy to finally to see you." said Milo's father as he ruffled his son's brown hair.

"I knew you would be okay!" said Milo's mother as she planted a kiss on her son's cheek.

"I'm so glad you're safe little bro!" said Milo's sister as she held in her arms a bit tighter then she intended.

"It's good to see you guys too." Milo said before feeling his spine cracking from the force of his older sister's hug. "Uh sis... you're kinda crushing me!"

Hearing this made Sara let go of him as her Dad and Mom did. "Oh, sorry..." She said embarrassed.

Milo then motioned to the other male individuals behind him. "Oh, by the way fam, this is Lincoln."

The boy waved to them nervously. "Hello."

"Chris." Milo also introduced as Chris made a peace sign with left hand. "Hi."

"And, uh..." Milo said before not realizing the other man's name.

Chris decided to help him out. "Oh that's Dan. Don't mind him, he's just antisocial- Ow!" Chris yelped as he felt a quick punch to his arm that shut him up.

"Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much you big oaf?!" Dan asked in a sarcastic tone as Chris rubbed his arm to ease the pain his "friend" just gave him.

Milo then motioned back to his family. "Guys, this is my older sister, Sara." He introduced as the blonde girl waved to them and said "Hello" to them. "My mom Bridgette."

"Hi." Bridgette said as she waved at her fellow prisoners.

"And my father, Martin." Milo continued.

"Please to meet you." Martin said as he waved to them.

Just then, the ship suddenly came back online as the lights were turned back on, the rocket's thrusters suddenly boosted back to life and the prison cells were up and running again.

"Hey, the lights are back on." Lincoln said in a happy tone.

"Yeah, maybe now we can find out where this imprisoning rocket is taking all of us." Chris said, relieved at the gang's fortune.

"You're right Chris. But how can we get to the controls? This place is like a maze." Milo wondered.

"I know where it is." Sara said to them. "Mom, Dad and I ran past it looking for Milo."

"Well then what are we waiting for?!" Dan retorted angrily. "Let's go!" Dan said as he picked Lincoln up.

They were about to head off when a new, yet zany voice spoke up from behind them.

"Then I'm coming with you guys!"

Everyone was spooked as they quickly turned at the newcomer, Dan, making sure not to accidently drop Lincoln as he carefully put the young boy back down on his two feet. This guy had no nose, had all around gray skin, four hands like Lincoln and the others had, brown hair that looked like it was shaved off the sides that ran down his back before ending in a long ponytail, a purplish opened up vest with a black t-shirt with an elephant, a giraffe, and a lion on the center of it, with the words "Albuquerque Zoo, Discovery Center" on it, a gold ring on the individual's left hand's pinky finger alongside a spiky wristband on his left wrist, an ancient looking ring on his right hand's middle finger, a thin moustache, a pair of black jeans that were held up by a brown belt, and finally a pair of black sneakers.

The sight of him instantly made Dan realize what this person was.

"ALIEN! I'LL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU GIVE ME ANOTHER SCAR YOU PROBING FREAK OF NATURE!" Dan roared as he charged at the alien.

But before the short, livid adult could get his hands on this out-of-this-world creature, the disguised extra terrestrial pulled out a chainsaw from behind his back and revved it up making Dan instantly stop in his tracks... and the group behind him put their hands up in defense.

"Yeah I'm going to have to tell you to back off before I have to gut like a fish." The stranger said before finishing. "Though you are correct, I am an alien behind this disguise."

"A real alien?" Lincoln perked up, forgetting that the stranger was armed, to which to the gray skinned individual nodded. "That's so cool!"

"W-Who are you?" Martin asked the strange individual, a twinge of fear in his voice because of the alien's chainsaw.

Smiling maliciously, the stranger put turned off the chainsaw and put it away, much to the group's relief.

"I'm Ricky Spanish." He introduced himself.

Everyone else felt a weird chill of dread go down their spines as Ricky continued. "And I too have also been trapped aboard this ship like the rest of you and I was also banished by the people I care about. So I think it's best that we stick together for the time being. At least until we find out where this piece of scrap is taking us." He clarified.

The group of seven at each other for a few moments as they thought about it. While it was mandatory for the group to stick together as the ship was like a freaking maze on the inside. None of them felt like they could trust Ricky, as that weird chill they felt going down their spine earlier indicated that he might be a threat.

And considering what just transpired just a few moments, they were right to be on guard.

But then again, they have just met him, so who were they to judge.

"O-ok Ricky. If you want to come with us. We won't stop you." Milo's father said with a stutter.

"I suppose you can come with us..." Dan began. "But I'll be watching you to make sure that you don't try anything! Got that?!" He finshed, pointing a finger at the gray skinned man.

Ricky nodded as Sara began to lead the group of 7, now 8, down a hallway.

Yes, the group of prisoners is almost complete. The next chapter will introduce the last bunch.

I have some good news and bad news for my fellow reviewers. The good news is that I'm going to Florida and Universal Studios for my older bro's birthday starting Wednesday and won't be back until Saturday.

The bad news is that I probably won't be able to write as much while I'm there, so this chapter is just something for me to squeeze out before I go there for your reading pleasure.

Also, thank you for the reviews on the first chapter. Your comments and criticism are appreciated.

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