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Cheers streamed from above. Large, thick walls surrounded the arena as words were spoken through the large speakers. There was no understanding of the scratchy language. Sweat picked up on his brow as the two (golden) green suns shone from above.

The walls were made out of this thick plastic, he was certain it was some other material he had no idea about. Caked on where colors of all sorts that he tried to pretend it was paint. It was clearly other disgusting body fluids.

The bug-like monster screeched as he punched its skull in. He had stopped trying to talk things out anymore. His blond hair is long and hay-like, poured in front of his face. He could almost taste the green that splattered on his face.

He had stopped questioning whether or not these creatures, if these aliens he was fighting were sentient or not after a few weeks. (if he was counting the days correctly) He knew deep down that they weren't. They had no coronation and had a habit of eating their own once they saw the first hint of blood.

Soon his now yellow and dull teeth tarred into the endoskeleton of the now dead alien. All he could hear was the sickening crunch and chewing of their meat.

After all, he didn't want to starve since they never provided food for him. Just another way to entertain these sick fucks.

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“In, ||𝙹⚍ ↸╎ᓭ ⊣⚍ ᓭℸ ̣╎リ ⊣ ℸ ̣⍑╎リ ⊣”

The alien said as Phil stumbled into the white walled room. He had come to recognize two words of this strange alien language, ‘in’ and ‘out.’

The floor held stains of all different colors. He was a bit grateful that he had a room instead of a cage that the other non-sentient aliens had. Phil still was treated like a dog though, which sucked. His long hair stuck to his sweat and sticky face. His mouth had a lingering sweet but salty chicken taste that used to make him gag.

Looking back at the clear wall like door, that sealed with a hiss, the guard still watched him. With a strained mix of a hiss and a growl he slammed into the glass with a crazed look on his face. Teeth on full display.

The guard jumped back with a hiss as he hit the glass back with the taser stick in his hand. Once the guard left he limped his way into the back of the room. Grabbing the only thing left from his shirt from the corner of the room, he wiped the blood and dust off of his fingers and face. Picking at the blood in his overgrown nails to try and help his sanity.

He always tried to make sure that he looked less saintly than he actually was. It helped with manipulating the sick aliens out there into thinking he wasn't smart enough to learn how to escape. His face now held a tired look. Phil couldn't see himself in a mirror but he knew he had large eyebags that were almost hidden by the grime.

Pulling his hair back in a low ponytail, he tied it up with a thin piece of fabric left from his tattered shirt, it looked like rags now. His pants looked a bit better though. There were no injuries to be looking at today so the blond man sat down and leaned against the wall.

The guards never bothered to watch him (because he looked brainless to them) so he felt somewhat comfortable expressing that he wasn't just some monster. He knew all of it was just an act.

“I beat 20 different bugs today. A new record for no injuries,” he needed an out so he spoke to the wall. He did this a lot.

“It's a good meal right?” silence. Phil could almost hear the crickets, if he can remember what they sound like correctly.

“Oh who am I kidding? They taste disgusting,” he wheezed a laugh that turned into a cough.

Footsteps…and a dragging sound.

He could recognize a guard coming but he was dragging something. There were a couple other guards there too. After a while of being here he knew that they didn't allow other ‘contestants’ to live down his hallway. He also already ate his fill today so it wasnt food. (He wished that food was that big normally. Not that the food is good though) Yelling came from the one being dragged as the guard hissed. Quickly Phil pulled his hair down and ruffled it around his face.

Breath in.

He quickly stood as the guard and the new ‘guest’ came into view. The ‘guest’ being dragged on the ground spotted his feral expression and had a hit of fear in their eyes. The guest was different from the spider like alien guards. He was a pig-like man with two sets of arms tied up with round white restraints. He had two sets of ears. Low floppy pig ears and tall pink rabbit ears that matched his pink hair? Fur? That was loose and pooling over there muzzle.

The group of guards hissed again. He recognized the word ‘in’ as the clear door hissed. Phil would have lunged at them but he wasn't ready yet to show he is sentient. The glass door hissed open The rabbit-pig hybrid was tossed into the cell, the pink alien rolled and hit the back. The clear door closed quickly as he rushed to bang against it and growled, screaming profanities. He never acknowledged his new roommate as the guards walked away.

After a while of Phil’s fake nonsense there was a shuffling sound. A sound of hoofs standing echoed through the room. He snapped his head behind him to look at the pink alien. He would be lying if he said that the pig-rabbit hybrid didn't squeak in shock.

With a sigh his expression changed from deranged to a sort of calm and calculating type look. (old man look you mean hehehehehehe) with slow movements he brushed his fingers through the top of his own head to pull his overly long, disgusting hair back into a low ponytail with the scrap fabric on his wrist. The alien across from him watched him, wearily with a hint of curiosity.

Soon Phil fully turned toward the pink alien and their standoff soon turned into a ‘I have no idea what to do now,’ type of standoff.

The pig-rabbit alien soon started to speak to him with grunts and growls. “I can't understand you, mate,” Phil said as the pink alien stopped.

The alien, surprisingly changed languages. It was the one that the commentator in the stadium (the pit) spoke with but still not the one that the guards spoke.

“Still don’t understand bud,” Phil said with a shake of his head. The pink alien definitely didn't understand what his gesture was in the slightest and sighed in defeat.

The alien was taller than he expected. He had a hint of knowing in his eyes as he watched Phil’s overly calculated movements to try and seem less threatening. He knew that the pink alien knew that he was sentient…At least he hoped.

After a second he inched toward the wall next to the glass door and slid down it to sit down. He groaned quietly in pain as he finally let his aching body sit down. His muscles, sore from today's brawl in the stadium.

He had a feeling that his new, restrained roommate wouldn’t bother to attack him if he didn’t make a move to attack first.

After a while of silence he heard the pink alien move to the other side of the room to sit across from him. There was barely any room to completely relax without accidentally tapping each other. So the alien practically curled up because of how big he was compared to the human in the room.

Now they both just stared at each other.

“So,” the alien jumped at the sound of Phil’s voice. “How do I ask for your name?”

He more so said to himself as the alien had a questioning look in his eyes. Phil used his calloused palms to push against his stressed eyes as he hit his head against the wall behind him. After a second he lifted his head and faced his new roommate. The pink alien jumped at the blond's quick movement.

Phil sat up on his knees, his bones ached at the movement. He put his right hand on his chest and lifted his left one so the palm was facing the pinkett.

“Phil,” he pointed with his right hand to himself as he stated his name.

“And you?” Phil said, as his right hand pointed to the alien. The pinkett’s rabbit ears flicked towards him as his pig ears flicked, Intrigued.

Phil studying wild animal body language on earth really paid off in space. As a kid he lived on a somewhat private property with lots of wildlife and he was naturally interested. Though it was the worst idea to sell the house once his mother passed. His father was never present so he had no reason to keep such a large cabin. That was his first mistake.

The alien snapped him out of his thoughts as he grunted some words as well. Ok, this isn't working.

“Ph-il,” the blond said slowly as he pointed to himself again with both of his hands this time. The alien must have picked up on what he was doing because he tried to mimic his name with his vocal cords.

“F-il-z”

“Ph-i-l”

“Fil-za”

“Phil”

“Phil-za”

“Close enough,” Phil finished with a sigh as he smiled softly with a chuckle. The alien flicked his pig ear at the sound.

The alien shifted uncomfortably with the restraints, hoofs echoed softly through the small cell. The alien soon sat up and almost had a kneeling position though Phil just thinks that he couldn't sit on his knees the same way a human can. Through the same gestures as Phil he pointed to himself with two of his tied up arms, resting his other pair on his lap.

The pig-rabbit hybrid said something in the language he first spoke with. It was a bit easter on Phil’s vocal cords than the other one so he was grateful.

“Tech?”

Phil tried as the alien said the name again.

“Tekno?”

Another repeat but slower.

“Techno”

The last term of his name was a bit too difficult for Phil but the alien, Techno, was satisfied anyway. Phil caught on with the name a bit quicker than the alien did with his, which made sense. He found that out of the languages he had heard while in space, English was the strangest and unique compared to the others.

Some might even say that in any of the other languages English was the only one that he knew that wouldn't hurt his vocal cords in any way.

Silence was what the cell had for a while. They both settled down in more comfortable positions. The pinkett had his legs off to his side as he mostly sat on his thighs. Honestly to Phil, if he ever tried to move in that position he would probably be in pain. Phil sat a bit more comfortably with his legs crossed. His back leaned against the wall.

He heard his ‘name’ being called by the pink alien across from him. Phil hummed as he turned his eyes to Techno. Techno said a few things with grunts and growls before gesturing to his cuffs surrounding his arms.

“Mate, I may be human but I don't know if I'm that strong,” Phil snorted before reaching over to Technos outstretched set of arms. “Those cuffs do look uncomfortable though.”
Techno had an unreadable look on his face. Wide eyes looked at Phil as he fiddled with the cuffs on the aliens arms. Phil was just about to just yank at the cuffs before he heard Techno snort something at him. It sounded similar to how he snorted a laugh earlier.

Phil’s mouth turned into an ‘O’ as he looked back up to the surprised alien. Techno’s eyes slightly dilated as the pinkett snorted again.

Phil chuckled, a bit strained. “Sorry bud, didn't mean to do that..” Techno snorted and cuffed again a bit frustrated.

Phil sighed as he let go of Technos cuffed wrists. Techno looked a bit disappointed as Phil leaned back again. He grabbed a piece of fabric from the corner of the room.

“Techno,” he said as the alien snorted in reply.

Phil held his hand out to the rabbit-pig hybrid as the alien placed his wrists in his palms again. Phil gently as he could he filled the spaces between the first set of cuffs and Techno’s skin. Techno watched as he did so.

“Techno,” Phil said again before trying to hiss in the same way the guards were doing earlier. “Out,”

He said as a bit of a scuffed warning before he used all of his strength to pry the white cuffs open with his nails and fingers. A loud pop and a clank, the cuffs fell off to the dirty ground. Phil huffed as he shook his hands. Most of his nails were broken now. There were hinds of blood as he took back the piece of fabric to do the other set of arms.

Techno rubbing two of his free wrists with his hands he cuffed. A weary expression crossed his face. Phil held out his hand expectantly as Techno didn't give his other set.

“Come on, what's wrong?” Phil said, emphasizing the questioning tone in his voice.

Techno snorted and cuffed in his language as he gestured to Phil’s bloody broken nails. Phil blinked. He had an unworried look on his face, using his hand to wave away the worry of the alien.

“I’m fine, it's just a broken nail. No biggie.” Phil said as he chuckled. Techno even though had no clue what he was saying. The alien probably guessed as he snorted unconvinced.

Phil sighed as he grabbed technos other set of arms anyway. Techno growled a bit as Phil stuffed the free spaces again. A tight grip of the cuffs he pried away at them. A bit quicker than before they fell to the ground. Phil sighed as she shook his hands again to get rid of the lingering uncomfortable feeling.

Techno growled at him as he studied his bloody fingernails. Phil sighed before leaning back against the wall again.

“I'm surprised you even trusted me to do that in the first place, Techno,” the alien perked up at the use of his name.

Techno growled as Phil grabbed the fabric that was discarded on the ground to try and clean off the excess blood off his nails.

“Techno, Im fine,”

Another cuff and growl as Techno..scolded? Phil. Phil just sighed and continued to wrap his fingers. Listening to Technos scolding tone as the cell started to feel a bit less lonely than before.

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They put him in with a Tarrarin..a death worlder. He was a death worlder as well but it's definitely not as bad as Tarrarin’s. Their gravity is so high it's confusing and there are multiple different climates in different parts. How is that even possible? There's not much known about Tarrarin’s anyway. All that's known is that they are violent, dangerous and have the brain of a Strider.

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Philza..

The Terrain has a name. HOW?! He thought that his species wasn't sentient but apparently everyone is wrong. Philza was strangely kind and unworried about his own safety.

When his eyes landed on the male? Yep male. It shocked him how deranged he looked. One weakness of his is electricity. They don't really have that on his home planet so his body isn't able to stand it. His naturally armored arms cause an electrical current straight to his spine. It's not fun since there's no way to take off something attached to his body.

When the stupid Spdriders tossed him in the Terrain didn't even bother with him. Too focused on scaring the guards.

Then the human changed personalities. How does one even do that? It should not be that easy. You usually need to go through years of training to be able to do that but the Tarrarin did it on the spot.

Anyway the Tarrarin- Philza, he can't get over the fact that he has a name. Helped him out of his restraints.

Pigbbits (idk what to name them T^T) have a long history of culture. Names are one of the most important things to them and him. Names help gain trust. Most in space don't even give out their name. Like it's unimportant.

But Philza handed it to him right on the spot. Technoblade respected that immensely by giving his name as well. Philza didn't say his full name but Technoblade didn't mind. He had never had a nickname before. Only the names he gave out. Nicknames are meant for close friends or family in his culture. Another point for Philza in the respect bar.

Then Philza bled for him. Another point of the respect bar for Philza. But it still unnerved him a bit. They were just cuffs. And Philza was so gentle with him too? Not something he expected out of Philza. Gentle movements are a sign of weakness in Technoblades culture but if Philza was being gentle with him then it's a sign of trust in a way.

Technoblade had no clue why Philza even tried to take them off for him if he knew it would hurt the Tariarin. Technoblade didn't even expect a death worlder like himself to even get hurt.

Red blood…strange color but not the strangest he has seen. Tubbo even bleeds bright glowing green so red was a bit easter on the eye.

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“You can't be seriously fine with bleeding! What if you bleed out?! We have no way to even stop it from bleeding since we have no artificial to cover it with! Will artificial even work for your kind?” Techno scolded the Tarrarin even if Philza had no idea what he was saying.

“Don't move your paw like that at me! You are hurt! Wait- are you waving me off?! It's not just a small deal!” Techno growled out as Philza let out a huff before just relaxing against the wall. How does his legs even cross like that?

“I mean seriously it's dangerous to keep it bleeding-” Techno looked back at Philza’s paws to see the blood had crusted over.

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It stopped bleeding..

“You have a natural blood suppressor?! What the heck-!?” Technoblade sniffed around at the Tarrarins paws as Philza raised an eyebrow. Is that confusion?

“Don't look at me like that,” Technoblade said as he pointed at Philza.

Philza bared? His neck with his confused expression.

“No wait, don't apologize.” Technoblade groaned as he rubbed his right upper paw on his face.

Philza tilted his head back to normal again, still confused? Wait, is that worry?

“You are a very confusing being,” Technoblade deadpanned as he sat back in a more comfortable position. Philza scrunched up his nose at Technoblades position as if his own did not look painful.

Philza had gentle movements as he started to wrap his paws even with how the blood was already clogged up. Can Tarrarains even get infections?

Just by being in a room with a Tarrarian he was learning so much. Tubbo would be sad that he was left out. Ranboo would just be worried though. He missed his crew.

He was brought back to reality as he heard a scuffed ‘Techno’ in his direction. Then Philza just started to talk to him with strange squeaks and grunts that he didn't think he would understand in a long time. All the words sounded so different. With chirps growls and even hisses. Each word was unique and different.

Techno already found out that Tarrarins could mimic other species' sounds since he snorted at him once. Techno thinks it was in amusement but he can't be too sure.

Technoblade thinks that Philza is just talking to him just because. He doesn't think he's insulting him because of his tone but he can never be too sure.

How long has Philza been in here to just want to talk to him if he has no understanding of it? How lonely can a man be? Are Tarrarins even a pack, herd species? Do they need someone to keep them company?

While Philza was talking to him he glanced around the dirty cell. There was no clean spot in sight. Technoblade scrunched up his nose at the smell as well. He heard a sigh come from the Tarrarin as Technoblade looked back at him.

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They both went silent for a long time. It seemed as if a whole day went by but Technobalde wasn't sure. Philza minding his own business, closing his eyes and leaning back. Techno kept watch of both Philza and the guards if they came back. There were no known watchers (cameras) in the room so he couldn't be sure if the guards were watching them anyway.

This bugged him a lot. Why was no one watching Philza? Was Philza not important enough to be watched?

Time went by before Philza moved. Techni startled out of his thoughts as Philza got himself ready. For what? Technoblade didn't know. Philza took his hair out of the fabric and ruffled it in front of his face.

He grabbed some soot and whatever type of bodily fluid left on the ground and smudged it on his face. Philza grabbed some of the blood as well and scooched over to Technoblade.

Technoblade huffed confused as Philza went to rub it on his face as well before Technoblade pushed his paw away.

“Whatttt are you doing?” He emphasized the question sound as Philza said something then hissed his scuffed version of ‘out’ that the Spdriders used in their language.

Technoblade looked confused as Philza gestured to the corner. Technoblade scooched over there. Philza put his paws to his face and closed his eyes. Sleep? Did Philza want him to sleep?

Footsteps..

Philza looked panicked as he grabbed more fabric on the corner and tossed it on top of his form. Technoblade huffed confused before realizing. Philza wanted him to play dead.

He curled up into a ball as best as he could and slowed his breathing. Philza sighed as Technoblade heard the guards in front of the cell talk.

Technoblade’s translator picked up their words.

“The mut killed the bastard.” idiot guard number one said as the other replied.

“Well at least we don't have to bother with food for a while. The mut will just eat him instead.” they both laughed as Philza started to growl at the guards loudly. Technoblade could hear him banging against the wall before the sound of electrical current filled the cell.

He heard retreating footsteps as Technoblade looked back up again. They were gone and left with the Tarrarin. They had closed the door as well which disappointed Technoblade.

“So you were playing dead hm?” guard number two said as he turned the corner.

Technoblade growled out as the guard laughed. “You won't last for long, the mut will catch on and finish the job. You'll be dead soon enough.”

Technoblade got up and slammed against the clear door. “You know nothing.”

The guard laughed, “maybe it kept you alive. I heard that Tarrarins like to keep pets.” The guard laughed as techno growled.

There was a sound in the corner of the room. A screen popped out. “The screen pops out whenever a fight happens. Enjoy it’s fight while you waste away in here. I won't spread the word that you're still alive. Where's the fun in that?” the guard walked away, his expression held amusement.

Spdriders were known to only have some emotions. Their mind needed stimulation. Violence got that up most. That's why they got along so well with Dreamons. Both species were monsters in every right.

A commentator talked on the screen as Technoblade watched. ‘Here today we have everyone's favorite fighter The Angel of Death! Fighting against-’ Technoblade censored out his speech as he watched some non-sentient’s crawl out the other end.

Philza looked…creepy. Fake facade as he tore apart them limb by limb. Making a show. Blood all over his crazed face. A big snarl of teeth on his face.

Technoblades eyes widened as Philza took his teeth and bit into it like a monster eating its prey. Technoblade gagged at his show of violence. He knew that this was a fighting ring of some sorts but this was unexpected.

Everyone cheered as Philza bit and tore apart another one. Technoblade was kind of glad he was in this mess instead of the rest of his crew. He didn't think they could have handled this. This monster of a show. There was blood everywhere.

This was wrong. This was all wrong. They needed to get out of here. Before Philza lost his sanity. Before he changes his mind and tears technoblade apart as well. Before that violence reaches Technoblade as well.

Technoblade was going to be sick. Then Philzas eyes met the screen. Blood all over his face. Body parts and guts all over his body.

Technoblade turned away as he couldn't get that scene out of his mind. He knew now. Some planets just don't deserve to be saved. He should have never stepped foot near Hypixel. Hypixel used to be a place full of fun challenges and friendly spars.

The Syndicate needed to stop the Dreamons before the rest of space became entertainment for their fun like this. He needed to get back to his crew so he could help lead them to victory.

Those emotionless, overpowered, sick, fucks need to be stopped before the rest of space gets caught up in this mess as well. What in the world is happening?

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This war started a long time ago. Right as soon as they stopped the Tarrariens from exiting their planet. To not get their planet involved in space at all. Dreamons didn't like that. They wanted war.

That's what they had then. A war. The Dreamons won over half of space before they were satisfied a bit before they went back into slowly taking over the rest of the planets. Then they took over and the rest was history. The Dreamons were still trying to reach their grubby claws on Terraria. Then everyone started to go against the Dreamons to stop them.

No one knew who started the rebellion. The Syndicate was one of the groups. His crew was part of that group. Each group has different end goals.

Technoblade rose in the ranks before he became captain of his own crew. The true leader of the Syndicate was off on her own hidden moon. Away from the rest of the taken over land.

Summary is, is that Philza should have never gotten off his planet. Because if the rest of space knew he existed. All would be lost and Philza would die by spaces hands.

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“Hypixal has our Human on their planet?”

“Yes sir.”

“We're changing course. We found it.”

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Muffled talk came from the control room. He turned another corner. Clinks of pointed feet of someone pacing as they rambled back and forth with someone. A loud bang before the vent opened right above a horned black and white head.

“Ranboo!”

A loud enderman screech left the enderling as he looked up to see Sneeg looking down at him. His tiny form is easily almost unnoticeable. Deafening sounds of joy left the two on the hologram. One sounded almost like mixed buzzing while the other was loud chirps and chitters.

“Sneeg..”

“Ranboo.”

Both looked at each other for a moment. Ranboo had an agitated frown on his face as the tiny Inchling had a satisfied look.

Ranboo huffed and his chest rumbled as he turned his attention to the hologram of a large map. Sneeg glided down and onto the tall Ender-younglings shoulder. His glider squeaked with his movements.

“Relax Ranboo. Captain’ prob’ just lost connection. He’ll be back eventually.” Tubbo tried to reassure the tall Enderman but he looked like he wasn't buying it. Tommy left the screen as Ranboo could hear some commotion from the other side.

“Ya man, sooner or later he will pop right back to the ships' radar and say ‘hayyy, I totally didn't go off on my own like an idiot and got distracted.’ you know? The usual,” the elder Inchling said as he tried to mock Technoblade's monotone voice.

Again Ranboo wasn't buying it. His tail flicked as he started up pacing again. Sneeg gathered his balance as he held onto the enderman’s shoulder with his claws.

“My mentor has never missed a check-in. Even when he disappears on his own.” Sneeg looked thoughtful momentarily as Tubbo muted the Hologram to yell at something behind him.

“It's just not like him.”

“Hate to get off track Ranboo but Tommy and the younglings stole some more gapples. I have to go before they eat them all. See ya,” the hologram disappeared before Ranboo could reply. Sneeg glided down from their shoulder and onto the console.

Ranboo leaned his claws against the consol as Sneeg patted them reassuringly. Silence filled the room.

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A red light flashed on the board as Sneeg grinned. “Astrode belt! Let's go!!” Sneeg chittered joyfully as he scurried off and out to the corridor.

Niki turned the corner quickly, the same corridor, as she walked up to Ranboo. She placed a webbed claw on his shoulder.

“I saw the warning on the communicator. You sure you can steer your way through this?” Niki asked them as Ranboo pushed some buttons. Astrode belts where quite common in the Syndicates part of space such as stars where more common in the Eggpire.

“Sneeg will be guiding us through it anyway. You should buckle in just in case.” Niki didn't say any more as she quickly sat in the co-pilot’s chair. Where Ranboo usually is.

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Standing at the commander's sphere ranboo gently pushed it in a downward motion. The ship slowed a bit as a tinnier ship sped past them. A loud ‘woop!’ was said on the communicators as Ranboo could see Sneeg in his robot body driving the small thing.

Ranboo watched as the Inchling fooled around a bit before actually starting to lead their way though the belt. Niki watched the engines and boosters as the enderling gently turned and twisted around the large meteors.

He heard a small bang as he winced with a warble. Niki watched him reassuringly. She didn't know how to drive as she mostly took care of the cooking, weaponry, and communications. She was the most capable and respectful of the group which is why she did most of the talking. Sneeg had a habit of goofing off even for his age so serious calls were a no-go. Ranboo had a constant way of making everything worse by worrying so much and Technoblade…

Mostly handled the interrogation. Not a normal negotiation.

Sneeg handled the spacecraft battles and fixed the insides of the ship but he wasn't that great at flying big ships and he didn't like too. When he first started to sneak onto the ship. (since they were all children to him) he mostly joined in for the fun.

That's why Ranboo handled the ship’s steering right now considering his Mentor usually handled it. Ranboo usually handled the health and co-piloting mostly. Though he usually stayed near his mentor considering he was just an apprentice rebel.

Usually, none of them go out into space without their captain but when Technoblade didn't respond the first couple hundred times Ranboo tried calling him. Naturally, the enderling freaked out. At first, he tried to go alone but the crew was not having it.

He would already have a hard time defying the syndicate leader so that was a plus anyway.

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His horns ached whenever he hit a small asteroid he didn't spot at first. That was going to be a problem for later Ranboo.

Once they were in a freer area Ranboo let out a rumble of relief as Niki checked the boosters one last time. Of course, Sneeg was already off doing his own thing for a little bit but ranboo stood strate as he walked back over to the map. Typing in his mentor's ship number again to try and get its coordinates. He saw a green beep on the hologram as he did a victory warble.

“Ranboo, did you find Captein’s ship?” Niki said as she took her seat belt off to stand. Ranboo made an agreement sound as he gestured to the map.

“He’s closer than we thought. The asteroids must have been clogging the maps tracker.” Ranboo clicked on a few buttons. Making sure he has the right ship coordinates and zooming into the map.

“Where is he then?” Niki asked as she walked to the map, Studying it. Her core rumbled to dark blue as her heart picked up. Rambo looked at her in confusion before looking at the planet his Mentor was on.

“Hypixal”

They both said in unison as they looked up at each other. They would have found it funny if the situation was different but that wasn't the case. They both knew how dangerous Hypixal was but no one in the syndicate had checked up on it in a long time. Ranboo hoped that it wasn't as bad as he thought.

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“We are not backing down now! Team A, go around and team B, hit them home!”

His Sergeant yelled through the communicators as his airship soared over the ocean. Chaos surrounded the air battle as he hit another target. Phil looped around as a teammate he barely knew went crashing into the ocean. Loud explosions were heard all around him. Even at one point, all Phil could see was smoke. The only thing keeping him grounded was the constant vibration of his battleship.

“Team A down sar-” screams were heard over the radio as another man's voice chimed in while Phil started up his ship amo.

“Team B is halfway gone, Sargent. We can't go on like this!” everyone sounded desperate as Phil focused on staying alive. That was his only goal.

He felt something hit the side of his plane as another one of his teammates’s planes fell to the waters below. Phil gripped his wheel, his leather gloves fit perfectly around it, as he turned another left. Glancing to the side to see no dangerous damage to the side but if he took one more hit then he was done for. Three dark-colored enemy ships blocked his exit as the Sargent said.

“Retreat flyers!”

Full of determination his eyebrows scrunched up as he twisted his wheel backwards. Twisting over the enemy planes. He felt something hit the side of his plane. Someone used their handgun apparently.

There was absolutely no way he could make it back to the base if he went around the ocean. He had to go through. Gritting his teeth he turned the wheel right to go deeper into the clouds. His heart pumped in his chest as his tracker failed on him. He panicked and clicked some buttons but is was no use. What scared him the most was the fact that no one followed him. This part of Burputa always was known to suck for any ship.

He looked up and pushed his goggles up in surprise. The clouds looked pink and gold with beautiful colors. The clouds started up a spiral. It was almost intoxicating. With a big woosh of air he closed his eyes only for a moment. He saw a big black ship that was nothing he had ever seen before. They looked like they were being chased by another ship that was so unrecognizable.

He tried to turn his wheel but his hands were too shaky. This was his second mistake in this life.

A big white light flashed as his ship shut down. In a panic he clicked all the buttons on the control bar. His eyes fogged up as all the sudden the only thing he could see was darkness as he blanked out.

He couldn't breathe.

Everything hurt.

He couldn't remember much after that.

He hates the dark now.

…

“Phil?”

Mom?

“Philza you have to wake up. Someone is calling your name.”

That’s not my name, Mom. Are you ok?

Mom?

…

“Philza!” a scuffed version of his name was called loudly as he sat up quickly. His hand fell to his chest as he focused on breathing. There wasn't enough air. He thought he got used to that?

“Philza…” a worried sounding voice said across the cell as he turned his head to it.

“Techno..” Phil was glad to not have to be alone. It was always too quiet in the cell.

The pink alien looked like he wanted to reach out to him but didn't. He was scarily closed off after Phil left to fight. He was shocked until he remembered that a TV usually appeared when a fight happened. Phil always felt guilty that Techno had to see that. Honestly, Phil would have been be freaked out too if the roles where switched.

Phil took a deep breath to show the pink rabbit and pig alien that he was calmer now. Using his hand to push his blond hair out of his face. His hands always shook when he had that dream. That nightmare.

…

He heard Techno cuff and snort at him as he pushed his hands on his knees to stop the trembles. The wall felt cold as he turned his body to lean against it. He didn't think he could sleep anymore tonight.

It looked like Techno didn't sleep at all with all the energy he had still. Maybe his species didn't need much sleep? Wiping his sweaty hands on his pants he tried to relax his sore muscles.

He heard a click as the small screen popped up next to him. Another fight. Honesty he had no idea why that screen always popped up when a fight happened. Probably to train his brain to think only about violence? Probably. That kind of idea sickened him.

He shifted his body until he was sitting right in front of it. Phil’s back faced the screen. He didn't want Techno to see any more brutality. He saw the alien's trembling body when he got back to the cell. It really hurt to see him that way.

The alien cuffed, looking a bit confused as he tried to look around Phil. The blond, over and over again, tilted his body to block the alien’s eyes from seeing the screen in any way. Phil couldn't block the speakers but he hoped shielding his gaze was enough.

Techno huffed as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall across from Phil, turning his head away.

Phil sighed as he heard another screech from the screen behind him. This is probably going to be a long night for the both of them. (why do I keep ending chapters this way T^T)

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Phil woke up to being alone.

He was alone?

Where was Techno?

Three guards walked in front of the cage. Phil banged on to the clear door with a snarl on his face. Techno looked unbothered by his behavior until the guards started to speak to him. Phil didn't bother to try to listen in until the pink alien behind him started to get angry. The blonde paused for a second. Phil felt eyes on him and started up banging on the door again.

The human fell through the door once it opened. Right as he was standing up he felt an electrical shock through his side. He was too tired to react. Everything was happening so fast. He curled up in pain as he watched Techno being taken away. Phil snarled at the guards before getting electrocuted again.

Phil watched as the guards dragged his friend away and his consciousness faded away.

The alien guards took Techno away.

Quickly he stood up just to feel dizzy and lean against the nearest wall. His hand pressed against something sticky and he pulled away. He glared at the wall for a moment before turning to the clear door. His skin burned and the texture of his pants scratched against his skin.

He was about to take a shaky step towards it when he heard the familiar sound of the tv popping out of the wall. His face grew pale as he turned slowly towards it. The familiar sound of the announcer and the bug like alien creatures were heard.

There was also a familiar head of pink hair standing in the middle of the bloody arena.

Shit

…

His fist slammed against the clear glass door as he listened to his friends screams and yelling.

There was a cracking sound as Phil smirked.

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When he was pushed into the pit like an animal he felt his confidence fade. His two hearts pounded in his chest as he focused on staying alive. His body twisted and turned away from the centshards. He grunted in pain as he felt one of their pinchers grab onto one of his arms. The crowd cheered from above.

He ripped its body from its head. Bad idea because now the rest of them want a taste of its blood. He screamed when one of them grabbed his hands and started chewing on it. Another grabbed his leg like a chew toy. The crowd roared loudly.

He shook them off. They took a good chunk of his leg and fingers on his upper left hand.

There was blood everywhere.

Everything hurt.

…

What was that sound?

The stadium door busted open with a loud bang as a yellow and tan form rushed into the pit. Centshards were killed one by one quickly. Techno shook his head to try and focus on what was in front of him.

Philza.

Philza growled loudly and ripped apart one of the Centshards with his teeth. The pit is full of guts and body’s. Soon Philza hovered around Technoblade with loud worry in his expression.

Technoblade Blinked.

…

Fabric covered his injuries as Philza was helping him to another area. His hoofs dragged on the ground slightly. Philza huffed slightly as they entered a secluded hallway and away from the screaming aliens above the Pit. Technoblade gagged when he saw all the dead aliens in the hallway. Phil was focused on getting them both somewhere else.

Technoblade felt like everything was spinning.

Everything hurts.

…

Oh, he’s passing out now.

_.+*+._

“Nononono-” Phil grunted when Techno put full weight on him.

His knees cracked as he set the young alien down behind some boxes in the storage area. Phil soon realized that his friend's golden blood isn't stopping and it wont stop anytime soon. It was an odd sight to see but at least he knew why the Pinket panicked whenever he bled. The Blond took deep breaths as he scanned the room for anything that could help.

That was when he saw a tiny little blue moth like alien.

They both blinked at each other for a moment before the small moth yelled a loud.

“Techno—--!”

Relief flooded his system as he cautiously let the little guy look around his friend at the injuries. Phil kept his guard up as he watched the little alien closely. He is not letting anyone else hurt Techno.

ᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫▫·∙∙ (40 minutes prior)

Sneeg knew that the only way to save the captain was to wait it out a little. It hurt like a bitch but they still had too. Ranboo paced all the same anyway. Niki kept a constant eye on the pit. Soon enough, it had only taken a couple hours to realize that Techno wasn't the only one trapped in the pit but there was also a Terrain. Witch was violent.

…

Anyway, Once Technoblade got tossed into the pit the whole crew scattered like crazy. Niki went to try and help the cap’. Ranboo focused on getting the med bay ready for everyone. And Sneeg? Well he went to find where the stars the Terrain took Technoblade.

He didn't even bother seeing the death that riddled the hallways or the pit. That's what Niki focused on. He turned the corner just to make eye contact with the blond Terrain. He screamed internally before spotting their captain right behind the blond.

“Technoblade!” he went under the Terrain’s legs and hopped over to his captain.

The blond, surprisingly domestic, watched the exchange with weariness and intelligence. It’s kind of stupid how other races had not realized how sentient Terrain’s looked and honestly the blond looked it.

He looked like a worried little guy that would do anything to help the biggest alien in the room.

Ha fun.

Did Technoblade pack bond with a dangerous deathworlder?

…

That's a problem for later Sneeg.

“Buddy-” he turned to the Terrain as the blond did the same. “-help me get Technoblade to the ship. Is there an exit somewhere around here?”

The blond just tilted his head in..curiosity? Apology? Sneeg has no clue but he violently gestured to the cap’ and then to the door. It took the Terrain a second before quickly and gently picking up Technoblade by his upper arms. Pulling the pinket up on his back like a kit inchling.

Haha nice.

Quickly he followed the Blond out of the room and into the dark hallway. Sneeg knew where one exit was but he was kind of hoping that the Terrain had a different and closer exit. It was awkward walking through the hallways. Oddly quiet too. He actively ignored the leftover body’s of the guards. His wings flared out behind him as he moved.

Now you may be wondering ‘oh Sneeg you amazing man. Why didn't you use your large robotic body instead of being in just your small body?’ Well at this moment all he was supposed to do was look for the captain. The breakout wasn't even supposed to happen yet.

█▓▒▒░░░ (Ranboo a couple hours before.)

“What's the plan today again?” Ranboo asked as his tail twitched behind him nervously.

They were all standing in front of the ship's map. Niki was sitting in the co-pilot chair. Sneeg was sitting on the table next to the map console. Ranboo was just standing nervously off to the side like normal. Honestly this meeting really made him want to cry in a corner.

He does really care for his crewmates, he really did, but sometimes he just felt stupid compared to them.

A voice that sounded very much like the Captain said.

‘Don't look down on yourself. Keep your chin up, your crown is falling.’

“Ranboo you were the one that left to get the captain. And you wanted to do it alone-” Niki started before seeing Ranboo’s upset expression. She sighed and brushed her hand through her scales.

“Whatever. Anyway, a reminder not just for Ranboo-” She looked at Sneeg just for Ranboo to now see how the Inchling wasn't even looking at Niki at all.

Inchlings were known for eye contact when they were listening after all (Even if Ranboo HATED eye contact). “-The plan is, is that I will be on standby, in the pit viewing stage. Sneeg will sneak in to find Captain Technoblade without his battle bot.”

Niki moved her hand around on the table to see the layout of the Hypixal arena they have on hand. It wasn't much but it was good enough for now.

“Ranboo will stick at one of the main entrances and Sneeg will let him know which one he will exit out of. Ranboo will then teleport Sneeg out of there once we’re done. Am I clear?”

The crew held their hands up in agreement. “Good. This will be the first time that we are actively going deeper inside the building so we need to be cautious.”

ᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫▫·∙∙(back to the present)

Once Sneeg knew which exit (he honestly was still surprised the Terrain knew where the exit was) they were headed too he took his communicator out of his side and clicked a couple of buttons to let Ranboo know the exit they were at.

Now that he thought about Ranboo, Sneeg honestly had no idea how one, to get the Terrain to teleport with them, two, how to keep the Terrain from freaking out, and three, how to get the Cap’ and the Terrain to get help at the med bay. He knew that the Terrain would immediately stop them from entering. There's no way that he would trust the med bay.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the screech of an enderling. He looked to see Ranboo freaking out about the Terrain at the exit.

“WHAT IN THE STARS?!? Wait TECHNOBLADE?!” Ranboo screeched as the Terrain lifted Technoblade up a bit more on his back by the Cap’s legs.

“Calm down Ranboo. The guy is just carrying the Cap’.” Sneeg said as he climbed up Ranboos arm.

“I can see that…but…” Ranboo looked unsure as he nervously glazed at both the Terrain and the Cap’.

The Terrain just stood there for a moment before storming past with no problems. His expression was extremely worried and a bit frantic from what Sneeg could tell. Sneeg quickly jumped into action and glided down in front of the Terrain.

“Wait wait. WAIT!” Sneeg yelled as the blond stopped in his steps to look down at him.

“Ranboo-” Sneeg started as he pointed to the Enderling. “-is going to teleport-” he gestured to himself and the blond and Technoblade. “-me, you and Technoblade to the ship.” he gestured off to the distance of the dry land around them.

The Terrain looked so dumbfounded as he tried to understand a single word he was saying.

“Um Sneeg. I don't think it understands you-” Ranboo started before Sneeg cut him off.

“Ranboo, pick me up and teleport me a couple yous away.” he flared out his wings as Ranboo looked hesitant.

“Just do it Ranboo.” The Enderling quickly picked him up and teleported away from them in response to his serious tone.

Even if Sneeg was used to teleporting he pretended to be dizzy. Ranboo just looked at him in confusion, not understanding his language, as the Inchling looked back at the Terrain calmly. Even if this whole interaction was so quick. Even if Sneeg only knew how to gesture to things. The Terrain looked at him with respect as he walked over to them calmly.

Inchlings in their native language spoke in body language and gesturing. Only talked with names and even then that was odd to them. Once the rebellion started most Inchlings found it extremely difficult to start using their vocal cords. They figured it out eventually but still.

Sneeg stomped his foot on Ranboo’s shoulder to get him out of his stunned expression. Taking the chance the Enderling gently touched the Terrain arm just to teleport to the ship. Though honestly…

…

Sneeg was definitely not expecting the ‘powerful deathworlder’ to pass out immediately after teleporting.

Chapter Text

Niki had a bad feeling as soon as they left the ship. As soon as she entered Hypixel's seats she felt even worse. She snuck around and kept a plain white mask on. At first she thought it came with how uncomfortable she was around so many enemies until she saw her Captain being brutally and practically eaten by the ugly disgusting beasts right down in the pit.

She ducked around an entrance of the seats and pulled out her staff from her side. Clicking a button it came to life, fully extending into an electric stick. Pulling a blinder from her pocket she flung it to the ceiling. Sticking it there. Spdriders hate flashing lights, lights that don't really affect Niki’s sight.

She grinned slightly as the lights started. Rushing out from behind the doorway she twisted her body and hit the nearest Spdrider. She could smell the stench of blood and bodily fluids from up here. Since the Spdrider’s don’t really have a sense of smell, unless touching something, they where unbothered. It still was absolutely desensitizing to look at and see herself.

She could feel the tremble of the large stadium as she fought against them. All she could hear was the screams of pain from Technoblade. Time was running out. Her patience was growing thin. Spinning her staff she twisted her head to see the Terarren practically fussing over her caption. Her fins pinned back behind her with worry. Her throat felt like it was twisting. Not trusting it at all.

Twisting her body again she darted for an empty exit. Jumping over the stunned or dead Spdrider’s. Her nose closed at the stench. Running down the hallway she saw a figure in the darkness.

“What a surprise~ the Syndicate came to save their dear caption?” The voice taunted her, there hissing accent prominent.

The figure came into the light of her electric staff. Horns curled at the top of his head. His many arms curled around his figure like a natural cage. A ‘king’ Spdrider. Schlatt, Mr. J, the drunk. Whatever names most called him. He used to have a nice reputation until his ‘husband’ came forward and talked about his negative experiences after the Spdrider’s joined the Dreamons.

“Schlatt. Could say the same about you. I thought you would be up at your ship drugging away?” She growled out. Her fins flicked behind her with anger.

“Aw you wound me.” He said dully yet still kept that disgusting smirk on his face. “I was just here to see the lovely fight with the ‘Blood God’, after all, wouldn't it be nice to see him on his knees?” he laughed as Niki let out another growl.

Niki let out a croaking sound as she spoke. “Where's Technoblades ship.” she practically stated.

“Calm your scales. I don’t have a clue.” he said with a hum. “Though my Goons probably already sold it. Let's hope they didn't sell it to the Eggpire now, would we?”

She raised a fin as she looked at him with a dull expression on her face. Clearly not believing him. “You don't have an alliance with the Eggpire.” she stated without a doubt.

Schlatt just let out a hiss of disbelief. Overdramatic much? “Maybe? Maybe not?” he chuckled with his lie.

She pointed her electric staff closer to him with an impatient expression. Schlatt slunk back with an irritated expression.

“Fine fine water breather. I sold it to the Dreamons but a ship from Las Navada’s stole it like the feathered asses they are.” he insulted her and replied at the same time. How the man could state slurs like it was nothing was very agitating. No pity that Spdriders can't swim.

“Now can you take that staff away? Wouldn't want my Goons stopping your poor ship from lifting off now would we?” Niki’s fins flared up as she pushed passed him in a quick motion.

She could hear his taunting laughter as she rushed through the hallways towards the exit. Hoping that she wasn't too late.

█▓▒▒░░░

“Now that we have the cap’ back then all we have to do is wait for Niki,” Sneeg stated confidently but Ranboo looked uncertain.

“What about Carl? Captain Technoblade will be pissed at us if we don't get it back!” Ranboo said frantically.

“Another thing is how in the stars are we going to care for a terrarien!?” the Enderling pointed his tail towards the blond laying on one of their medical nests.

Sneeg glided down from the counter and onto the nest right next to the terrarien. “And? Technoblade will probably be upset if we don't at least try. Right?”

Ranboo just warbled in reply, walking over to check up on the captain for the fifth time in the last blinks. Now Ranboo may be the ship's Doctor but even he felt sick just looking at Technoblades lost fingers.

It took a long while for the tech to bandage and heal over the skin. His fur wasn't doing so well on his paw either. The pinkish white almost gone in the middle and we aren't even talking about the burns on the inside of his outer armor. The electrical burns aren't looking good at all. The worst is the bite marks and claw marks the tech is in the middle of healing over.

He heard a sudden screech behind him as he almost replied with his own. Tuning quickly to see the terrarian upright in the nest and holding out Sneeg by his scruff. The Blond had a raised eyebrow with a dull expression. Sneeg just looked a bit sheepish.

Ranboo let out a squeak sound of alarm when he finally realised what was happening. Was the terrarian going to eat Sneeg?! But Sneeg looked fine. He wasn't freaking out or anything. Ranboo was kind of thankful for that because if he started to freak out then the enderling would freak out.

He warbled to get the blonds attention. “Um…you need to lay back down okay?” Rambo inched over nervously. Holding his paws out.

The terrarien just looked at him curiously and cautiously. “Put Sneeg down please?”

“Ya can you put me down bud?” Sneeg said in a bored tone. Gesturing for something in his language before the terrarian understood and put the inchling down.

Without questioning everything of life and how it was possible that he got in this situation he inched up to the nest. (hehe ‘inched’) Unsure what to do he just put a paw on the blond's shoulder and gently pushed him down. Sneeg just looked at him in complete shock as Ranboo is even surprising himself. The terrarien on the other claw was just following along with it like a lost strider.

“I actually can't believe that worked, honestly.” Sneeg finally said after a click.

Seeing the Terrarrien so domestic was very unnerving for him. Until he realized that all the blond was looking at was Technoblade. Cautiously looking at the tech with a curious gaze. Almost in awe at the new scene. Warbling again, Sneeg had finally climbed on Ranboo’s shoulder, the terrarien looked back at Ranboo.

Tilting his head slightly to show that he meant no harm the terrarien followed his movements. Ranboo looked at Sneeg for guidance if he understood what the blond was doing, the inchling looked just as confused as him.

_.+*+._

This is the point where Phil is wondering if he is trapped on another ship for all eternity or are these new aliens going to understand that he WANTS to learn how to talk to them. Gestures and calm movements won't get you too far.

Phil may not be as lucky as other humans out in space but he is lucky enough to know that if he wasn't as strong as he is then he could have been trapped in a second way. Experimentation. Good news, that didn't happen, so he's ok with being in this strange med bay that had things in it that he has no understanding of. (Looking at all the fics of Tommy in space) Bad news is that he has no idea how Techno is doing.

Of course Phil can see that the two other aliens in the room are worried for multiple different reasons. One is shockingly not afraid of him but it's probably because the little moth could understand him to a degree. The taller black and white, Oreo is what he will go with, (Yes oreos were invented before ww2 I looked it up) is very cautious of him and looks like he will bolt at any movement but yet keeps glancing at Techno anyway.

Phil is just grateful that these aliens understand the concept of a heart beat. But seeing it on a robot type TV was very strange. He kind of wishes humans thought of this honestly. (oh what he don't know. Old man) watching that screen really was reassuring to him. The one friend he made in space almost died after all! At least Phil thinks so. Not that he knew honestly. Humans are stronger than aliens from what he's seen.

Snapping out of his thoughts when Oreo was holding something out to him. A bottle of water it looks like. The guy looked very nervous and unsure. From what Phil could tell, the alien had no clue how to take care of a human. Which made sense.

Gently he took the water from the poor alien. Oreo was just trying his best, truely. Of course it took a second for him to figure out how to open it. Honestly, can aliens be any more different? But finally taking a sip of fresh water felt so freeing. The cool water went down his throat as he realized how free he was now. 

But what now? What's his plan?

In the military he always had a plan to follow. Rules to be met. But before that he just went with whatever the day took him. Maybe he can finally do that again.

Free he liked that.

Now actually looking at the alien moving around the room, or maybe he was pacing, do aliens do that? Anyway Oreo had a crown of horns on his head. His body split perfectly in half of white and black. He had spike-like feet that bend like a cat's wound. A tail similar to Technos, long and with fur at the end except it had a coil at the end. Oreo had long fur at the top of his head that curled around his ears that kind of looked similar to elves ears. Except the ears had a natural hole in the middle.

He was tall and probably about 6’6. His eyes were pure green and red. No pupils unless he was spooked or felt a certain way from what Phil had noticed. He had bird-like hands but covered in fur. His elbows had horns as well. Spikes went down his back in swirl like motions. He walked just as silent as a cat but had soft sounds always coming from where his mouth should be. Which he should mention that Oreo doesn't seem to have a mouth.

Things started to get a little hectic when a new pink water themed alien came in. Phil felt a little startled when he realized that he could see right through her stomach. At least she looked like a her but he didn't want to assume. That's just rude. He didn't have time to have an exact look at her because both Pink and Oreo left the room quickly.

Turning his head he looked at the moth like alien with confusion. The alien jumped and gilded down to where he was sitting on the medical bed. The Moth made wild gestures as the ship around them made a rumbling sound. Shaking slightly as the moth looked a bit more frantic. He pulled out a seat belt type strap from a glowing space off to the side.

Wait where they lifting off? Probably. Phil quickly grabbed onto the seat belt and pulled it to what seemed like a place to click it into. Things just keep appearing out of nowhere and honestly he could never understand the stuff here. Right before the moth alien could move to a safer place the ship lurched violently.

Phil quickly grabbed the moth alien and held him close. Looking at Techno just to still see him still passed out. But at least he was strapped in now. After a minute the ship seemed to calm down so he opened up his hand. The little moth guy was shaking like a leaf before he started to gesture wildly towards him.

Wow the little guys mad at Phil for scaring him. Honestly if Phil was picked up randomly he would be freaked out as well. Especially with how strong Phil was compared to him.

Chapter Text

Ranboo sped down the hallway as he followed Niki. The Merling flicked her fins with anger and worry. Honestly sometimes Ranboo worries that others are mad at him until he realizes that they're mad at something else. It's a struggle. (‘Poor Ranboo’ I said as I make a sad face)

“Niki? What's happening? What's going on? Are you ok?” Ranboo asked quickly as Niki sped through the hallway.

“Good news is that we now know where Carl is.” Niki said as she sat by the control panel.

“And the bad news?” Ranboo asked nervously as he sat in the co-pilot chair.

“The bad news is that we got trouble if we dont leave right now.” Niki clicked on the seat belts and flashed the ‘lift off’ sign.

She pulled over the ship mic and clicked it on. “We are getting ready for a rough lift off so hold on!” She turned the mic off.

“Wait Niki, you don't know how to lift off! Move!” Ranboo said as he took his seat belt off and moved quickly to the control panel.

“I know the basics Ranboo-”

Ranboo made a warning hiss sound as Niki quickly stood from her chair holding her hands away. Look, Ranboo is a lot more pissy when in high stress situations ok? He can apologize later! (if he remembers) They quickly moved to the steering sphere and tilted it in an upwards motion as Niki quickly buckled in.

“Lifting off now!”

“Wait no countdown?!”

Ranboo violently pushed the ship to a start as the ship trembled. Niki held onto the seat like a lifeline as the ship lifted off the docking port. It probably wasn't a good idea to dock at a docking port but it was in a more secluded spot. As he was lifting off he saw a few Spdriders just watching them from below. Ranboo couldn't question it now as the ship quickly left and into the atmosphere.

Suddenly they heard a voice from above once the ship calmed down.

“What in the stars were you thinking?!”

Sneeg drifted down from the vent with an angry expression. His antenna puffed up in irritation. Ranboo grimaced as his tail flicked behind him. Sneeg landed on Ranboo’s shoulder.

“I got scared shitless when the Terarren had to hold me because I would have gone flying otherwise!” Sneeg yelled as he stomped his foot.

“The Spdriders were after us. Schlatt was on the planet.” Niki said as she stood up from the chair.

“Schaltt was there? Really?” Sneeg looked baffled as he glided down to the control panel.

Ranboo just glanced at them before looking away.

“So are we just going to ignore the fact that you ran into Schlatt orrr?” Sneeg said as he put his hands behind his back.

“Well at least I figured out where Carl is.” Niki shrugged.

Sneeg just looked a bit more worried. “You're more worried about that dam ship than yourself? You should have Ran from that monster of a sentant!” Sneeg yelled as Niki grew a bit upset.

“I was being careful ok? I was watching his every move!” Niki argued back.

“Well you have strict orders not to make any contact with the enemy! Remember what Kristen said? We are laying low right now.” Sneeg firmly said as Niki’s fins flared up.

“I know that! But Technoblade just had to be captured right before that meeting.” Niki made a warbling sound of half hearted frustration.

“Great. Now that we have Technoblade and for some unknown reason a Terarren we should head straight back to the base.” Sneeg said as Niki raised her claws in agreement.

Ranboo was about to agree until he saw that other ships were headed straight towards them on the moditer. At first he thought it was just the Spdriders coming to get them until he saw the green symbols. A bit panicked he turned to their older Crewmates.

“Um guys? We got company and they're green.”

“Dreamons?!” Niki and Sneeg both said in unison.

Looking at the locator they could see the large ships headed straight towards them. The green symbol gives them away easily. Dreamons. Great.

The ship's communicator turned on and they received a signal from the Dreamons ships. Ranboo reluctantly clicked the answer button as a Dreamon came on the hologram.

“Hello syndicate members.” it said with distaste.

Niki’s fins flared up with a hiss. Sneeg stomped his foot repeatedly. Ranboo just looked at the hologram nervously.

“I am Dreamon [email protected]. Second in command to X.D.” The Dreamon continued as Niki gasped.

“You have something of ours that we want. Schlatt kept it hidden from us for too long.”

Even if the Dreamons didn't have emotions it was still clear how pissed it was. Ranboo took a step back as Sneeg stepped forward.

“We don't have anything of yours onboard,” Sneeg said sternly, his tone a bit defensive.

It just made a cooing sound that was similar to a laugh. It always gave Ranboo the creeps because there's never any humor in a Dreamons mind. There white floating heads with round horns like halos upon it. No one actually knows how many hands they have since Dreamons always wore green cloaks. Fake smiles on their faces no matter the situation. No matter how much blood is in their hands.

“Oh but you do,” it said robotically. “That Tarrarein is supposed to be ours. Schlatt got too cocky and kept it from us.”

Ranboo didn't honestly like the fact that it called the Terarren an ‘it’. “We don't know what you're talking about.” Niki replied with distaste.

“If you have nothing to hide then let us search your ship.” It tilted its head to the side.

“Like we would let you even get close to our ship!” Sneeg yelled angrily, stomping his foot.

The Dreamon paused for a moment. Tilting its head to the other side.

“Like you can stop us,” it said calmly. The Dreamon turned to look at something off screen. “Send out the fighters.” it said dully.

The hologram cut off as the Dreamon ended the call abruptly. Sneeg was the first one to move into action. Gliding down from the console.

“Niki and I will distract them with our own fighters. Ranboo you will get this ship and everyone to safety.” Sneeg ordered firmly as Niki nodded and headed down the hallway.

What?

So Ranboo will be all alone here?

“You guys will come back to the ship right?” Ranboo asked hopefully as Sneeg ran towards the entrance to the hallway.

“Ranboo. We need you to keep the captain safe. Me and Niki will do our job. You do yours.” the inchling said sternly.

Ranboo warbled quietly before shaking himself out of his worry. That's for future Ranboo. Right now he has to focus on saving his mentor. “Yes Sir!”

He saluted. Two hands together. Thumbs together and his two pointer fingers on each side. (‘It's shaped like a W because WINNNN. Also its the syndicate salute’) Sneeg chirped approvingly. Rushing down the hallway. Ranboo turned quickly and walked over to the control panel. Turning on the communicator and the boosters. He sat in the captain's seat and buckled in.

He turned the ship just to see four small ship fighters coming towards the ship. In response Niki and Sneeg came from behind the ship to start their attack. Within their own ship fighters. The group of tiny ships battled.

Each ship goes neck to neck but Sneeg is one of their best fighters. Niki wasn't doing too bad either but it makes sense honestly. She has a knack for hand to hand combat but she still does well on a fighter. But even still she doesn't know how to fly a giant ship. (‘A giant ship is like a car while the fighters are like go carts’)

After a couple of minutes Sneeg was able to make an opening so that Ranboo could jump the ship to another part of space.

“Ranboo! We will meet you back at home base! Escape on your own!” Sneeg said through the communicators.

Ranboo flicked a couple of switches to get ready to jump. He didn't bother looking at the battle near the ship. Too afraid to see if they were losing.

“Ranboo.” Niki said in a calm voice. “I believe in you. May the stars guide you.”

“Good luck guys. See you back at home.” Ranboo replied as his eyes grew dryer. (‘Endermen don't like water so their eyes dry up when they're crying or about to.’)

Flicking the switch and pushing the lever forward the ship jumped to a new part of space.

…

He warbled nervously as he put the ship on ado pilot. Quickly standing up and walking over to a panel in the wall. He opened it and, using his claws, pulled out the tracker. The cords broke with a snap. And the redstone inside grew dark.

_.+*+._

Phil wasn't dumb. He knew that it was best to keep the buckle on. At least for a little bit. And he was right. The ship moved again even after lift off. But after a little while longer Oreo walked back into the med bay but he was alone. Phil noticed his nervous body language.

Oreo’s tail swished behind him and his ears were flushed with a strange blue color. Phil thought they were sick at first before he remembered that they were aliens and not humans. It's so easy to forget.

After all, how different are we from one another?

Phil snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a long bang. He jumped up just to get stuck on the buckle. Grumbling quietly he unclipped the belt with a bit of struggle. He might have broken it but it's probably fineeee.

The blond looked up to see Oreo with a panicked expression on there face. Oreo warbled quietly as Phil stood up. The black and white alien looked very unsure what to do and honestly Phil didn't want him to feel even more stressed than he already was.

But first names.

Phil placed a hand to his chest and took a deep breath.

“Phil,” He stated and then pointed to Oreo.

The alien just looked really confused as Phil pointed to himself a couple hundred times.

“Ph-il”

After a minute Oreo began to copy him. It was slow at first but his name caught on quickly. Though to Phil’s understanding the alien didn't understand why he was doing this. But Phil thinks the guy is smart. He’ll understand soon enough that what he's saying is his own name.

“Philza?” Oreo said in a warbly voice.

Phil felt like yelling. What is with these aliens at mistaking his name?! Like come on they all have different vocal cords! How could they all call him the same?! (‘he's just sad that he won't hear his real name from anyone. Lonely old man.’)

Oreo seemed to realize Phil’s anger so the alien backed away slightly. Phil quickly snapped out of his thoughts as he put his palms up gently. Oreo seemed to understand that no Phil wasn't angry at him and yes the alien was not in trouble.

Phil noticed the awkward air around them as Phil sat back down. What? His joints hurt. Can he take a break? (‘No phil, you're the only one. Old man’)

Soon after all of that fiasco Oreo got back to fussing around. Leaving and coming back to the room every once and a while. Carrying things and putting them down. Phil has no idea what he's doing but it seems important?

But where's the rest of the crew? Why did they leave Oreo alone? Should Phil be worried? Honesty lately phil is always worried. We got Techno that is very injured and Oreo that the blond doesn't even know his real name yet anddd the crew is gone.

How Phil would really like to understand what these aliens are saying. It would be so much easier that way.

“Philza?” Oreo asked as Phil turned to look at him.

The alien must have figured out that Phil is the blond's name. Thank goodness. Oreo pointed to themselves after a second and said.

“Ranboo.”

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With Technoblade in a coma, Ranboo would have felt lonely if not for the watchful dangerous deathworlder following him around. Ranboo felt a bit scared at first since without seeing Philza in combat he has no true idea of his capabilities. But honestly the short guy looked like he wouldn't hurt a single Endermite.

Every time he glanced back the guy would just give him this warm expression. It always magically calmed him down. It would have been concerning if the guy wasn't sentient. But Philza clearly was considering the names being actively used.

Every couple of turns the blond would ask about ‘Techno’, well at least that's what Ranboo thought. The terarren just acted so worried.

Soon though it got to the point where Ranboo was hungry. Normally they only ate once every few turns (‘like a snake’) but with how worried he was he got hungrier a lot faster. Of course he had to feed Philza as well but honestly he had no idea what the guy ate.

“Ranboo.” Philza suddenly said from behind him as he entered the hallway.

“Philza.” Ranboo greeted in reply. “Are you hungry?” Ranboo asked. Even if Philza couldn't understand him he felt it was polite to ask anyway.

Philza just replied with his strange mimicry language before shaking his head. Ranboo flicked his tail in response towards the food storage room. Philza tilted his head a bit before going in that direction. Ranboo soon followed.

The white hallways with golden accents seemed to shine against Philza’s hair. Before Ranboo could get too distracted they entered the food storage. There was a seating area with hovering seats and a place to set food. The white, gold, and crimson room was always pleasing to the eye. Ranboo slipped past the frozen terarren to open one of the chests.

Slowly Ranboo dug through some options before taking out a few items. Of course he had a Chorus fruit for himself. But he also grabbed a different variety of cooked or raw meats and fruits. Sometimes holding them up to Phil but he had no real reaction besides looking at him.

Ranboo picked at his skin nervously as he picked out a large flat holder for it all. Placing the food choices on one of the seating areas. Philza just stared for a moment before sitting down. The blond looked wide-eyed under the floating seat with curiosity.

Ranboo did not entirely find it odd since Philza seemed so intrigued by any technology on the ship. Ranboo sat down and warbled sadly at the thought of the terrarian being trapped in Hypixal for so long that he didn't even see any modern technology. (‘no Ranboo. The 1800’s doesn't even have much technology. That's why Phil is so curious.’)

Philza looked up at him with a concerned look. Ranboo shook his head as he gestured to the food for the hundredth time. Once Philza picked up a gapple Ranboo rumbled in satisfaction.

Carefully Ranboo sliced and peeled the skin off of his Chorus fruit and took a bite. Philza made a small yelping sound as Ranboo quickly looked up at him in response. Twitching his tail back and forth in curiosity.

The Terarren just stared mouth agape at Ranboos own mouth. Slowly Ranboo opened his mouth fully to take another bite. Philza gasped as he watched. The guy probably hasn't seen an Enderman eat before. Some aliens found it disturbing so Ranboo usually ate with only trusted crew members.

But Ranboo has been distracted lately. With stress and worry Ranboo completely forgot. Though Philza didn't seem freaked out or scared. He just mostly looked intrigued. The staring kind of bothered Ranboo. He didn't really like eyes on him for too long.

Luckily Philza picked up on his discomfort and looked away. Mindlessly taking a bite of the gapple. The blond's eyes practically lit up with awe as he took a bigger bite. Ranboo hummed quietly and continued to eat as well.

The room filled with comfortable silence that was only broken by bites of food. From what Ranboo noticed was that Philza only ate fruits and vegetables. At first he thought that Terarrens were herbivores just for his thoughts to be broken when Philza ate a piece of freeze dried hoglan meat.

Ranboo quickly warbled with concern. He must have put that there by accident. His mentor was the one that usually snacked on those since the spice level was too dangerous for other species Ranboo lept up to take it back until he noticed Philza’s satisfied expression.

Ranboo’s ears drooped in complete shock and disbelief. Just how strong are Terarrens?

_.+*+._

Following Ranboo around on the ship just felt right to him. Being able to watch for danger and protect at any moment was very calming. Sometimes leaving Techno alone was difficult but he managed. (‘Protective bird man, hehe’)

When Ranboo brought him to a place to eat Phil was very ecstatic. He had not been in a proper kitchen in a while or had proper food. At first he chose things that looked familiar. There were a lot of golden fruits and vegetables like the golden apple or carrot. The golden watermelon was nice but it had this tart taste to it.

Of course he was curious about the meat but seeing that green raw color made him uneasy. The reminders of the ring lingered in his head.

Insead he picked up some dried jerky. Taking a small bite there was a soft spice with some tang to it. A woody taste that would usually come when cooking by a campfire. It was crunchy but imagining that tough yet soft meat that it could be was a bit exciting.

He hummed with satisfaction and tuned to look at a started Ranboo. Concern etched in their body language. If Ranboo finds it odd that Phil can eat meat then he should think about his mouth. Not that there's anything wrong with the aliens mouth, it's just so crazy to see it unhinge on its side.

“Ranboo?” Phil got their attention with a tone full of concern.

Ranboo just waved him off with another bite of his own food. That strange looking fruit that smelled like lavender and yet also rock. A strange mix of scents for a fruit. Yet Ranboo made it very appetizing honestly. But it kind of worried him that Ranboo was just eating one fruit.

Maybe that was just his species but it still made him nauseous. Slowly he tried this fish looking cooked meat. Humming when he found it quite good. Soon without making it obvious he pushed over some of it. Ranboo didn't notice at first.

Now without any caution he pushed the plate closer to Ranboo. The alien warbled with curiosity and looked up at him. Not meeting his eyes like usual.

“You haven't eaten much Ranboo.” Phil stated as his eyebrows furrowed with worry.

He knows that the alien will not understand him but he still hopes to convey his worry to Ranboo. The alien just gently pushed the plate back with soft eyes. He tapped on the plate with his claws. Phil really wanted to be persistent but the alien just looked so reassuring.

Phil sighed softly and continued to eat the strange food in front of him. With a full stomach for the first time in what was forever he could now feel the grime on his skin. The overwhelming feeling of cold on his bare shoulders. Being the last thing on his body was his pants he was starting to feel a bit indecent.

Glancing around he tried to find a sink. To show Ranboo what he needed as of now. With determination he stood up from his floating seat. The alien warbled curiously as Phil walked to the first thing he saw that was familiar.

It was something akin to a sink but a bit different. It looked plastic and more like a school water fountain than anything. Ranboo stood up as well and followed him. Phil placed his hands under it. Ranboo looked at him before waving his hand above the ‘sink’.

Some type of red lazer came from it and before Phil could pull back it had already covered his finger. His tan skin showed for the first time in forever. It was cut off when he pulled away. Leaving a line between his clean finger and the rest of his hand.

“This is so weird.” Phil chuckled nervously.

Ranboo just warbled quietly and looked at his clean finger with awe. Carefully Ranboo prodded at Phil as they guided him through the hallways of the ship. His left over food forgotten.

After a couple of minutes they stopped in front of another door near the room where Techno was. Ranboo just placed his hand on the pad and the door slid open. Curiosity came over Phil as he stepped inside.

Hay, Ranboo hasn’t locked him up so he probably won’t at all…

Right?

There inside the room is what seemed to be the strangest bathroom he had ever seen. Smooth walls with a two sided ‘shower heads’ on each side. But of course it was more red lasers.

After a while of Ranboo showing him how it worked Phil was finally the cleanest he has felt in months. Ranboo had left the room by now but they came back with some fabric in hand before leaving it on the counter and leaving again.

It looked similar to pants but some type of strange shall was rested around his body. It was black with green and tan outline to it. The back had this strange symbol that looked similar to a ‘W’. The pants where just a bit above his knees. The back of them had a hole in it that was clearly for a tail. It all felt a bit baggy on him but still surprisingly comfortable.

The placed the rags that where his old pants off to the side on the counter. He felt too sentimental about them. The only thing left of his past. Though the new clothes made him feel less like the monster he pretended to be. With a satisfied hum he headed straight towards the room Techno was being held in with a full stomach and clean skin.

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Ranboo paced back and forth in the control room. His tail flicked behind him as he picked at the skin on his arm. He kept glancing at the map on the console. Yet every time they looked he felt no reassurance on what to do.

With no orders and no captain to tell him what to do. He felt a wave of anxiety coming in. His claws hit against the floor as he just started talking to himself.

“I should probably head straight to home base right?” Ranboo sat down in the Captain’s seat with a worried warble.

“But the captain would probably want to get his ship back and Philza needs a translator that fit the language he speaks.” Ranboo let out a clicking sound in the back of his throat as he glanced back at the map.

Clicking his claws on the console he tapped a few buttons to show the distance between how base and the distance between Las navadas. Unsurprisingly Las navadas was a whole lot closer.

“I definitely would like to get Carl back.”

A horse voice startled Ranboo out of his thoughts. Quickly turning his head behind him (‘like an owl’) he saw Technoblade leaning against a shorter and worried Phil.

“Captain!” Ranboo stumbled to stand. He could feel his eyes drying all over again.

“How long was I out.” Technoblade said as he shifted on Philza’s shoulder. The Terarren just made a disapproving sound but made no move.

“Only about 45 clicks.”(‘about one and a half days’ I pull out a calculator. ‘Techno is strangely resilient but he is a death worlder as well soooo’) Ranboo said as he stepped forward to help his captain.

“Great..” Technoblade said with a flick on his tail.

Ranboo knew they where in for a long conversation.