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A space battle in action, shots, jets and robots flying. The Voidtrecker Express, with a lot more cars than even now, curved on a train track in space. There’s a bubble around it, all the way around it, as Voidtreckers disembark and prepare for the fight. The train itself doesn’t fight. Some of the Voidtreckers are piloting jets - Purple team members, maybe?
A nearby planet, its sky featuring a good dozen-plus space stations. One of those is jet black, golden writing on the side reading Home Station of the Voidtrecker Express
The Voidtreckers are winning the fight, alongside some more normal-suited space-soldiers. Not all of them look human, but most do. A few members of Orange team are repairing a space station.
”Glad we called you guys in. You’ve turned the tide in less than an hour.”
Comes over the comms, from one of the local pilots.

Only then, something approaches, darkening even the blackness of space. The fighting stops, all participants confused.

“Intel on our new visitors Voidtreckers?”

“Negative” A man’s voice. “We are running some scans, to try and identify them.”
The viewpoint abruptly shifts to the inside of the Luggage car, a few members of Blue team approaching, with a member of Red team waiting to greet them, looking worried.

“We can’t gauge the threat lev-”

Space shaking, and then a silence that is total. A bright light cuts through, and the Voidtrecker Express moves, taking action seemingly on its own, escaping into the void.
“Take us back!” A girl who seems no more than twenty, dressed in Blue, is stood in the Luggage compartment, she yells at no one. ”Take us back!”
And they return, but all that’s left is floating debris.

The scene shifts; presumably time passes. Everyone is in the dining carriage - everyone can fit in one dining carriage. Red team is the most intact, followed by Blue. Then Orange, with only two Purple members remaining. All of them are young; they can’t be older than mid-twenties, or equivalent.

“We need to go back!” The girl in blue demands again.

“We are back Vian. This is… Was...” The man in red breaks off, angrily turning to punch the table.

“No. I mean back back.” They turn to look at Vian, whose face has tear tracks, but is filled with determination. “If this isn’t a catastrophe then what is? We can go back. Fix it.”

“We failed Vian. We don’t get second chances.” The voice isn’t harsh, a woman in orange, shook her head. “We can’t go where we’ve already been. You know that Vian… We’ve failed worlds before...”

“This isn’t just any failed mission.” There were tears in Vian’s eyes. “Is it possible?” She looks at another girl in orange, a girl who seems almost human apart from the silvery markings, almost like tattoos, covering her skin. “Xela?”

Xela doesn’t look like she wants to answer that question. But all eyes are on her. “Yes. It’s possible. But not allowed. Dangerous. Highly risky.”

“We just lost everything Xe.” This is another man in red, anger tingeing his voice. “Can you do it?”

The handful of Orange team look at each other, gather close and have a quick, whispered discussion. It seems heated but eventually they part slightly. The others stand silently, a tense, terrible silence. All of those in Red team look as if they were trying their hardest not to punch anything.

Xela looks over. “It is possible if you give the order, Vian. You hold the highest rank now.” She gives Vian a long, hard look. “On your head be it.”

Every eye turns to Vian and she closes her eyes, a beat. “Do it.”