Capture

January 23, 8723. Zathura D-5 Excel Spaceship. Cosmic Room, 37:54 pm.

I didn’t want to be here. Here being the D-5 Excel. I was only here because it was my favorite cousin, Aktez’s birthday. He almost never asked for anything, but this year, he was so excited about the new Zathura D-5 Blah blah blah, his parents rented it for one whole month. I mean, it’s not all bad, but the trip was so totally boring. Me and the girls, Ivesa and Samiz, Aktez’s sisters, stayed in the Cosmic Room. The walls were painted to look like outer galaxies, and there was medium entertainment.

“Girls, I offic--

BEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE PPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!” An alarm cut my sentence short. I heard footsteps running toward the Cosmic Room, and my brother Zomod barged in with Aktez at his heels.

“Don’t you bother to knock?” Ivesa muttered.

“Samiz! Ivesa! Zethe!” Zomod exclaimed. “The adults say report to the control room! NOW!!” Then he turned and sprinted away, Aktez following him. We ran to the control room to see our parents. Aunt Saroid and Uncle Zahaj were with Mom and Dad. Aunt Saroid was looking at the Sonar ridge. “False alarm,” she said, relieved. Us girls groaned. The boys didn’t look bothered at all.

“Amazing,” Ivesa grumbled and rolled her eyes. She’s only nine, but acts like a sixteen year old.

Not long after we reached the Cosmic Room, the alarm blared again. This time it was louder and more high pitched. Ivesa and Samiz’s faces were drained of color. My stomach flip-flopped.

“What?!” I said, panicked. “What’s happening?!” Ivesa dashed out the door.

“The Danger Alarm! Aliens.” Samiz said softly. NO NO NO NO NO! I was promised no other life forms! Hello? Are you there, Privacy? I grabbed Samiz’s hand and we ran out. We passed long corridors with pieces of V-tech. Quickly, I grabbed a Plasma-Ray Blaster and handed it to Samiz.

“I am only four! It’s too big!” She whimpered. Instead I got her an Ooze-Blast Slime gun. “Better!” Samiz exclaimed gleefully. We ran to the armor room. I shoved open the doors and saw Ivesa. She wore neon orange armor and her turquoise hair was pulled into a French braid.

“Nice!” I breathed. She didn’t reply, but handed us armor. I pulled up my lavender hair into long ponytails. We pulled on our armor, and Zomod and Aktez came in, also wearing armor.

“Parents...not anywhere...on ship...searched...whole thing,” Aktez gasped for breath. I swallowed.

“Ok, are the aliens at the helm?” I asked. Zomod nodded.

“We made a plan,” He explained. “We have to capture their princess.”

“How do you know that she’s a princess?” I asked warily.

“She’s wearing robes,” Zomod shrugged. “Duh.”

“They’re Sond-Lovu-Obau.” Aktez grinned. “Easy shots.”

“That means the princess is Princess Arsel!” Ivesa’s eyes lit up. “She’s a fake. For that Cosmetics in the Cosmo Agency.”  A bell rang in my mind.

“Right! She was on TV episode seven, season four, on Celebrities Space. Arsel literally admitted all her weaknesses. That was a stupid idea.” I informed. Zomod rolled his eyes.

“Geeks,” he muttered.

“Whatever. Looks like we have a plan!” I said confidently. “To the control room!”

The minute we entered the control room, I spotted Princess Arsel right away. She had crisp white skin, a triangular head, long peachy hair left at a prism cut. She wore royal blue robes with gold star dust dappled on her cherry red petticoat. She was pretty hard to miss.

“Axon, my commander! When can we get this lame piece of junk out of the Blaxen Galaxy? My nail treatment is specifically at 73:29 pm. Let’s move!” she screeched. What a BRAT! How did she ever get to be princess? I wondered. I shook the thought.

“Ok, here’s the plan.” I whispered. “Ivesa, hack the controls of the mainframe from the hall.” Ivesa nodded and slinked away. “Zomod and Aktez, pull the Arsel’s skirt so she stumbles to the corner. Samiz and I will gag her.” Zomod and Aktez were about to leave, but I stopped them. “Don’t mess anything up, ok?” I instructed. They already left. I turned to Samiz. “Let’s go--” CRASH! I peeked around the Zlu-Ron, and slapped my forehead. Aktez was on the floor with Zomod toppled on top of him. Both were giggling hysterically. “Dummies. I specifically told them not to mess up!” I grumbled. Luckily, the Sond-Lovu-Obaus hadn’t noticed. I saw that Aktez had a grab on Arsel’s skirt. Yay, Yippee-Ki-Hooray! Samiz grabbed the meta-cloth from her bag and we ran. I gagged Arsel so she couldn’t scream. Zomod tied her hands and feet together, and in a tribunal way, we dragged her to the Cosmic Room.

I shut the door behind me and saw that Ivesa was already there. “Acked-Hay?” I asked her in Pig-Latin. She nodded smugly.

“Es-Yay,” she replied. Arsel started bashing and screaming, but she was gagged, so it was muffled. Samiz put on a pair of her dad’s sunnies. I bit back laughs. She was playing bad cop.

“We’ll let you go,” she said. “On a few conditions. One, you leave this ship alone and never bother humans again. Two, You give us our parents back. Three, you let me give you a makeover. Your sense of style is hor-ren-dous.” Samiz slightly pulled off the gag.

“I’ll do all the conditions except… the makeover! My style is beautiful! I am gifted! I am amazing! Fashionable! Gorgeous! Styl--” I cut Arsel off by quickly pulling up the gag. She was still talking, but it was just muffled yells. “Thank you,” Aktez gasped. I slipped the gag down again.

“Will you do all except last?” I asked Arsel.

“Yes!” She said. “I swear! I’ll make Axon do it all. Please, come with me, I'll show you!” So we went with her. She did faithfully do it all. Let our parents go, leave us alone. She even let Samiz give her a makeover!