Journey Through Oblivion | A SuperRoboMechaForceFive (TMNT 2012) fanfiction

Five years ago...

There was one rule that every space cadet, whether training for the Interuniversal Space Armada (which, in his opinion, was a really stupid name, not that anyone actually asked him his thoughts on the matter)--I.S.A. for short (which sounded just as stupid, like really, couldn't anyone come up with something better?)-- or simply earning their living as a freelance for hire, understood. 

One lesson that every child of every race and galaxy learned from an early age.

 The only rule that could get you killed--or save your life.

Trust no one.

It was better this way. Safer. This way, he wasn't responsible for anyone and no one was responsible for him. There could be no bitter feelings over a friendship that never had a chance to form and no possible attachments to teammates that he did not want nor did he need. He was a loner. That had always been his way. For as long as he could remember, he had not needed anyone, and no one had needed him.

Anyone who came across him knew who he was simply due to this fact and no other. While many other space explorers preferred allies, friends, and other crewmates to help with missions, he was not one of them. They were more...team players, willing to sacrifice and give in to the demands of others, refusing to lock in on target and remain focused. It was what made them the strongest but it also made them the most vulnerable. 

Caring for others, and taking responsibility for their actions, was something he just knew he could never do.

Not again. 

Which was probably something he should have remembered before he tried to ransack one of the universe's most defended space stations single-handedly.

It had started off as a simple tactical mission. His job; to infiltrate the base during the exchange of a highly valued weapon. His mission; prevent the selling of said weapon to a group of known space pirates, assassins, and all-around bad guys. Something simple; a task he could complete in his sleep and had completed a million times in simulations.

But this time, something had gone wrong.

Very, very wrong.

He had trusted a crewmate within the confines of the ship.

An insider.

And, of course, that trust had once again been critically misplaced.

And now, as he bolted down the gray corridors, lasers bouncing off the walls on every side and shouting voices raising the alarm of an intruder, he cursed himself yet again for not following his own advice.

It was soundproof. 

It was flawless.

And it was to keep things exactly like this from happening.

As if the blaring warning sirens weren't enough of an indication that everything had got horribly, terribly, awfully wrong.

"THERE!" a voice bellowed as he rounded a bend and started down a side passage toward the hanger bay. If he could make it there, he stood a chance.

And assuming the guards' aim didn't improve, there was nothing he needed to worry abo--

He flinched as a shot nearly took out his leg and he jerked away, ducking as two more electric-propelled bullets whistled over his head and exploded into the wall in front of him, smashing through glass panels on either side of his head He shielded his face from the fragments and swung a wide black bag over his shoulders as he frantically typed the code to the automated doors into his wristband, brushing long blue hair out of his eyes with a huff of frustration.