Volume 1: [How It All Began đ ]
Chapter 1: New Home
Act 0: The Guardian & the Final Mission
The day starts like any other in the control center of the Teletubby Organization.
Monitors flicker along the walls, tracking Teletubbies all across the globe, and the quiet hum of machinery fills the air. White walks down the long corridor toward the Commander's office. He is a seasoned special operative, one of the most respected in the Organization, and his sleek white frame gleams under the sterile lights. His mind is calm. After all these years, missions no longer faze him.
At the end of the hall stands a large steel door, marked with a single word in bold black letters: COMMANDER.
White knocks softly. A deep, gruff voice answers from inside.
Commander: Enter.
White steps into the dimly lit room. The shadows seem to gather around the imposing figure seated behind a wide oak desk. Everyone else in the Organization calls him "Boss." White has only ever called him Commander.
The Commander's eyes are fixed on a monitor, his fingers steepled as he studies the data streaming across the screen. His expression is unreadable, but White knows him well enough to sense that something big is coming.
Commander: White. We have a mission for you. A critical one.
White steps forward without hesitation, as unflinching as ever.
White: I'm ready, sir.
The Commander leans back in his chair and folds his arms across his chest.
Commander: You're being sent to a remote island, a place completely cut off from the outside world. There, you'll be in charge of monitoring four... special Teletubbies. They've been selected for a project, and their development is of the utmost importance.
White stays silent, taking in the gravity of the task.
Commander: You won't be alone. You'll have two companions you already know: Agent Blue and Agent Pink. They'll help you with your duties, but the responsibility will rest on your shoulders.
White nods. His posture doesn't waver.
White: Understood, sir. I'll make sure everything goes as planned.
There is a brief pause. When the Commander speaks again, his tone has turned somber.
Commander: This will be your last mission.
White's face stays unreadable. Inside, he weighs every word.
White: My last mission?
The Commander's eyes darken.
Commander: You'll live on that island permanently, and the four Teletubbies must never know you're there. You'll watch over them from the shadows, keep them safe while they grow, and never reveal yourself.
White's answer is immediate and calm.
White: I understand, sir. Just give me the date, and I'll begin preparations.
The Commander smirks slightly. White's professionalism impresses him every time.
Commander: That's what I like about you. You don't waste time.
He taps the monitor in front of him.
Commander: The mission begins on the first of next month. October 1st, 8159. That gives you a little over a week to get ready.
White bows his head slightly.
White: I'll make all the necessary preparations. Thank you, sir.
The Commander gives a nod of approval, and for a moment, something like respect flickers in his eyes.
Commander: Good. Now go. And remember: no one can know what happens on that island. Not even the other operatives.
White turns sharply on his heel and leaves. The door closes behind him with a soft click.
As he walks back through the sterile halls, his mind settles on the task ahead. Living in isolation on a hidden island. Watching four Teletubbies, day after day, without ever being seen. It isn't just a mission. It's the rest of his life.
But White is ready. He has always been ready. And deep down, he knows this mission matters more than any he has taken before.
The island is waiting, and with it, the mystery of the four special Teletubbies.
And White will be watching them... forever.
White returns to his apartment, a small, minimalist space that has served him well through his years of solitary missions. The walls are bare. The furniture is sparse. Every object has its place. There is little warmth here, only function, and for White, that has always been enough.
Tonight, though, as he starts packing, the air feels heavier. This mission isn't like the others. This one is final: his last assignment before he disappears into a life of permanent observation on a remote island.
He packs his travel bag piece by piece. Equipment, clothes, personal items. Everything is carefully chosen, and everything is necessary.
Halfway through, he stops, picks up his communicator and calls the two companions he trusts most: Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa.
They are more than colleagues. They are cyborgs, and a brother and sister in every way that matters. Around the Organization, they're known as Agent Blue and Agent Pink, after the colors of their coding. They have been at White's side on more missions than he can count, and this one will be no different.
The communicator rings twice before a soft voice answers, robotic and human at the same time.
Noo~Noo: White? What's the situation?
White's voice is steady and to the point, as always.
White: Agent Blue. Agent Pink. Pack your important and personal things. We're moving to an island. This will be our last mission, and our new home.
There is a short pause on the other end. Then Naa~Naa's voice cuts through the silence, curious, with a hint of concern.
Naa~Naa: Wait... what? An island? Why are we going to an island?
Noo~Noo, the practical one, follows with sharper questions.
Noo~Noo: What exactly is the mission? What are we supposed to be doing there?
Naa~Naa: And how long will we be there? What's this all about?
The questions come fast, one after another. White stays composed. He has been expecting this, but he isn't ready to answer everything yet.
White: I'll answer all your questions in time. Right now, we need to focus on getting ready. I still have preparations to make and important supplies to pick up. I suggest you both do the same.
The line goes quiet for a moment. White can't see them, but he can picture them nodding, resigned.
Noo~Noo: Understood.
Naa~Naa: Alright, White. We'll trust you on this. But you'd better have some good answers when we see you.
White allows himself a small smile. It doesn't reach his eyes.
White: I will. Make sure you have everything you need.
The call ends, and silence settles around him. Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa will fall in line. They always do. But White knows this time is different. This isn't about success or failure. It's about vanishing from the world they know, for good.
He finishes packing the last of his things. Then he sits down and starts going over everything the three of them will need on the island, and the list keeps growing. A bag of clothes won't be nearly enough. Time is short, and there is still so much to do.
He picks up his communicator again.
This time, both voices answer almost in sync.
Noo~Noo: White, what's up?
Naa~Naa: You need something else?
White's voice is calm, but there's urgency under it.
White: We need to meet tomorrow. We'll need a lot of equipment on that island, and I want us ready for anything.
Noo~Noo answers right away. He's used to White's careful approach.
Noo~Noo: Makes sense. Where should we meet?
White takes a moment to think. They need somewhere efficient, with a wide selection, where no one will pay attention to them.
White: The supply depot near the docks. They'll have most of what we need: communication devices, survival gear, rations. We can pick up any specialized equipment there too.
Naa~Naa sounds more curious than usual.
Naa~Naa: Do you really think we'll need that much?
White keeps his answer short. He doesn't want to give away too much.
White: It's better to be prepared.
Noo~Noo chuckles.
Noo~Noo: That's you, White. Always thinking ahead.
White gives a slight nod, even though no one can see it.
White: You know how it is. We'll figure out the rest once we're on the ground, but we have to cover the basics first.
Naa~Naa presses a little harder. She sounds worried now.
Naa~Naa: So... what exactly is this mission about? Why are we heading to some remote island in the middle of nowhere?
White doesn't hesitate. His voice stays steady.
White: I'll tell you what I can tomorrow. For now, just focus on getting what you need.
Noo~Noo: Alright, no need to push. We trust you, White.
Naa~Naa: Yeah, I guess we'll find out soon enough. So, we meet tomorrow?
White: 0600 hours at the depot. We'll spend the whole day getting everything together.
Noo~Noo & Naa~Naa: Got it. See you then.
White: Good. We'll finalize everything tomorrow.
The call ends, and the room falls silent. White looks around his apartment. Soon he'll be leaving it, and he'll never live here again. He hasn't told Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa everything yet, but they trust him. They always have.
He steps out onto the balcony. The evening air is cool, and the sun is sinking low over the city. He pulls a cigarette from his pocket, lights it and takes a slow drag. The familiar warmth of the smoke fills his lungs. He breathes out and watches the thin gray stream drift up into the darkening sky.
Alone on the balcony, his thoughts race toward the island. The Teletubbies. The isolation. The secrecy. All of it weighs on him. But for now, all he can do is prepare. Tomorrow, they'll gather their supplies. After that, they'll begin their final mission together.
This is it. The last little piece of normal life he'll ever have.
He takes one final drag, stubs the cigarette out in the ashtray and watches the ember fade to black.
The sun dips below the horizon, spilling its last light across the city before darkness settles in. The day is over, and so is White's ordinary life. Tomorrow, something completely different begins.
The next morning, White wakes up early, his mind already on the task ahead. He stands under the hot shower longer than usual, letting the warmth loosen his tense muscles.
Today, for the first time in a long while, he won't be wearing his crisp white suit and black tie. Instead, he chooses something casual: white pants, white shoes and a simple gray shirt. As he dresses, he notices the strange comfort of blending in, even if it's only for a day.
He leaves his apartment and heads to the meeting point near the docks. He gets there early and uses the time to look around. In the window of a high-end electronics store across the street, a row of equipment catches his eye, including several cameras with night vision. He makes a mental note to come back for them.
Not long after, he spots two figures walking toward him: Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa. Like him, they're dressed casually, which is a rare sight. Noo~Noo, practical as ever, wears a simple blue hoodie and jeans. Naa~Naa, always the more daring of the two, has gone with a pink crop top and tight pants.
White greets them with a nod as they reach him.
White: Glad you made it. We've got a lot to do today.
Noo~Noo: We're here and ready to go. What's the plan?
Naa~Naa glances around. Her relaxed manner doesn't quite hide her curiosity.
Naa~Naa: Yeah, you didn't give us much to go on yesterday. What's going on?
White pauses to gather his thoughts. This is the moment to explain more, at least some of it, without revealing everything just yet.
White: This mission is different from anything we've done before. We're going to set up two bases, one underground and one on the surface. The surface base is for the ones we'll be monitoring. The underground base is where we'll live and work.
Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa exchange confused glances.
Noo~Noo: Monitoring? Monitoring who?
Naa~Naa: And why two bases? Are we splitting up?
White isn't surprised. He has kept the details vague on purpose until now. But it's time to tell them enough to understand how serious this is.
White: This isn't just about surviving on an island. It's about staying hidden while we watch. There are four Teletubbies, and they can never know we exist. That's why we need two bases: one on the surface, where they'll live and train, and one underground, where we can watch them without ever being seen.
For a moment, nobody speaks. Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa are used to difficult missions. But this one feels different. More permanent. More lonely.
Noo~Noo: So this mission... it's not a one-time thing?
White shakes his head. His face is serious.
White: No. This is our new life. We'll be on that island for good. It's our last mission, and we have to be prepared for the long term.
Naa~Naa crosses her arms, trying to take it all in.
Naa~Naa: You're telling us we're going to spend the rest of our lives watching these Teletubbies?
White meets her eyes. His voice is calm but firm.
White: Yes. That's what we've been asked to do. We stay out of sight, we watch them, and we keep them safe. But they can never know we're there. This is the final mission for all three of us.
Noo~Noo is quiet for a moment, working through the logistics in his head. Then he nods.
Noo~Noo: Alright. If that's the mission, we'll do what we have to. I trust you, White.
Naa~Naa hesitates. Then she sighs and uncrosses her arms.
Naa~Naa: I guess it's not like we have a choice. If this is our last mission, we'd better make it count.
White gives them both a reassuring nod.
White: We'll work out the details as we go. For now, let's get the supplies we need. The sooner we're ready, the better.
With that, the three of them head into the supply depot.
It turns into a long day. The job ahead of them is enormous, and they have to be fully equipped before they ever set foot on the island. At the depot, they stock up on the basics: communication devices, survival gear and rations. Then, for hours, they go from shop to shop all over the city, collecting equipment, spare parts and anything else they might need to build their bases and survive whatever is waiting for them.
White leads the way, focused and determined. His first stop after the depot is the electronics store across the street, where he buys the night-vision cameras he spotted that morning. They're small, discreet and top of the line, perfect for watching the Teletubbies without being noticed. He also buys two spare hard drives, one for Noo~Noo and one for Naa~Naa. If anything ever happens to either of them, those drives will hold backups of their data and systems. White is always thinking ahead.
Next come the hardware stores. White has put together a long list, and he leaves nothing out. They fill cart after cart.
First, the general hand tools: hammers, flathead and Phillips screwdrivers, pliers, adjustable and combination wrenches, Allen keys and tape measures. Then the cutting and measuring tools: utility knives, chisels, hand saws, levels, squares and clamps. For the heavy work, they take a crowbar, a mallet, a staple gun, a pipe wrench, a hacksaw, bolt cutters, tin snips, needle-nose pliers and a pair of locking pliers. And for the finer jobs, they add wire cutters, crimpers, socket wrenches, ratchet wrenches, pry bars and a handful of multitools.
Noo~Noo, who has always loved technology, takes charge of the power tools. He picks out a cordless drill, power screwdrivers and impact wrenches. White approves every one of them and adds a circular saw, a jigsaw and a reciprocating saw. They'll need all of it to build a stable, secure base underground, hidden from the Teletubbies on the surface.
As they work their way through the aisles, Naa~Naa looks over at the overflowing cart.
Naa~Naa: You're really going all out, White. Do we actually need all of this?
White answers calmly, without looking up from his checklist.
White: We have to be ready for any situation. We're building two bases, and we'll be living there for the rest of our lives. We can't risk running out of something we need.
Naa~Naa shrugs. She isn't completely convinced, but she knows White never does anything halfway. Noo~Noo, on the other hand, is already excited about the challenge.
Noo~Noo: It's going to take a lot of work to get everything set up. But I'm ready for it.
Their next stop is a garden and outdoor equipment store. White knows the island could be overgrown with thick vegetation, so he makes sure they pick up everything they'll need to tame it: a chainsaw, pruning shears, loppers, a wheelbarrow, a string trimmer, hedge shears and a garden trowel, plus heavier gear like a lawn roller, a machete, a cultivator and a wood splitter.
Naa~Naa: We're not building a garden, are we?
White gives a slight smile, though his voice stays serious.
White: No. But we'll need to clear space, keep the area maintained and make sure nothing interferes with the bases. And if things ever get tough, we'll need to grow our own food. There's no telling what kind of place we're walking into.
Naa~Naa thinks about that for a moment. Then she sighs. She understands what he isn't saying.
Naa~Naa: I guess you're right. We can't take any chances.
At an auto-parts store, White adds even more to the pile. Sooner or later, they might need to maintain or repair vehicles on the island, so they collect car jacks, torque wrenches, impact socket sets and jumper cables, along with a digital multimeter, a battery load tester and a diagnostic scanner.
Noo~Noo looks over everything they've gathered, impressed by how thorough it is.
Noo~Noo: This is starting to look like we're preparing for the apocalypse.
White doesn't answer right away. His eyes stay focused.
White: We're preparing to survive. The weather, broken equipment, anything we don't see coming. This isn't only about watching the Teletubbies. We have to be able to last.
Their final stop is a specialized tool shop, where White makes sure they have what they need for the most delicate, technical work: soldering irons, voltage testers, multimeters and a whole range of circuit tools. Noo~Noo, the team's tech expert, handles this part with ease. He makes sure they have everything they'll need to install and maintain the surveillance systems.
With every new item, the mission feels heavier. This isn't a simple operation. They're building a life in isolation, and everything they buy today is a piece of their survival tomorrow.
As they load their gear into a rented transport truck, Naa~Naa leans against its side. She's still trying to wrap her head around it all.
Naa~Naa: I keep thinking about what you said this morning. One base underground for us, one on the surface for them... for the rest of our lives. You really meant that, didn't you? Not a few months. Not a year.
White glances at her. His expression doesn't change.
White: I meant it. This is our final mission.
The words hang heavy in the air. Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa share a look as the truth sinks in. They're in this for the long haul, and there's no turning back.
White closes the back of the truck and takes a deep breath.
White: Let's get this back to HQ. We've got a lot of work ahead of us.
The engine hums as they drive back to HQ. Nobody says much. Each of them is lost in their own thoughts. This isn't just another operation. It's the last step of their lives as they've known them.
As they pull into the HQ parking bay, White finally breaks the silence.
White: When we get inside, I need both of you to gather your personal belongings. Don't leave anything behind. You won't be coming back here.
Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa exchange a glance. They've known all along that this is a one-way trip, but hearing it out loud makes it real. They're leaving behind everything they have ever known.
Naa~Naa: Right. Guess we'd better pack up everything important, then.
Noo~Noo: Yeah. This is it.
They head inside, each to their own quarters, while White busies himself organizing the supplies in the storage room.
Then Noo~Noo's communicator buzzes in his pocket. He glances at the screen, and his eyes narrow slightly. It's the Vice Commander. He steps away from the others and slips into a quiet corner of the building.
Noo~Noo: Yes, sir?
Vice Commander: Come to my office. I have something for you. Something confidential.
The Vice Commander's voice is hushed, far quieter than usual, as if what he's saying is dangerous. A strange feeling creeps up Noo~Noo's spine.
He goes to the Vice Commander's office. The meeting is short. The Vice Commander hands him a new hard drive and gives him a few brief instructions, chuckling to himself the whole time, as if he's enjoying a joke Noo~Noo isn't in on. Then he sends Noo~Noo away just as suddenly as he called him.
Noo~Noo stares at the drive for a moment. Then he tucks it away with his belongings.
When he rejoins White and Naa~Naa, his face is a mask of calm. He doesn't want to raise any suspicion. Whatever the Vice Commander is planning, Noo~Noo isn't ready to talk about it. Not yet.
Noo~Noo: I'm all set. Got everything I need.
Naa~Naa: Same here.
White glances at Noo~Noo, but he sees nothing unusual in his face.
White: Good. Let's finish up here and load the last of the equipment. We leave first thing tomorrow.
As they work through the last of the preparations, White stays focused, unaware that a threat may now be hidden inside their mission. Noo~Noo keeps his secret behind an unreadable face. For now, the mission goes on as planned.
After they leave HQ, Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa go back to their own homes to finish packing. The reality is sinking in, and with every passing moment, leaving forever feels heavier. They pack their belongings carefully, knowing this is the last time they'll call these places home.
White has other plans. Instead of heading home, he goes out for one last round of shopping, this time for the materials they'll need to actually build the bases.
At a huge construction-materials warehouse, he gathers everything for the underground base, which will be their main hub, hidden from the Teletubbies: large bags of cement, metal beams for structural support, and pipes of every size for the plumbing and ventilation. He adds lightbulbs, wiring and other electrical parts so the dark underground space will have enough light. Last of all, he picks out some basic furniture: chairs, tables and storage units. The underground base has to be functional, durable and secure.
For the surface base, where the Teletubbies will live, he chooses a different set of supplies. That base needs to feel like a real home while staying under their constant watch. He buys repair tools for the machines that will keep the Teletubbies' daily routine running: the Food Machine, the Clothes Machine and the Light Machine. He also picks up cement, dirt and mulch for landscaping, and grass seed to make the area around the house look natural.
He even buys toys and games. Keeping the Teletubbies happy and busy will be part of watching over them. And he makes sure they have everything they need to build proper bathrooms and restrooms in both bases.
At the end of the long day, he has everything loaded onto transport carts and arranges for it all to be shipped to the docks, where it will go aboard the ship that will carry them to the island. Satisfied that every detail is covered, he checks his communicator and sends a message to Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa.
White (Message): Change of plans. The mission starts in 3 days, not tomorrow. The workers need time to load everything onto the ship. Make sure you're ready.
With the last of the logistics sorted, White pauses and takes a deep breath. There's still a lot to do, but everything is falling into place. He calls the Commander to report.
White: Commander, we're ahead of schedule. The team is finishing their preparations, and we have all the supplies we need. All I need now is the meeting point for the ship. I'd like to inspect it tomorrow, so we're ready to leave in three days.
The Commander answers after a brief pause, calm and authoritative.
Commander: Good work, White. I'll send you the coordinates. That gives you time to survey the location and make sure it's secure.
White: Understood. I'll be ready.
The call ends, and White pockets his communicator. His mind is already on the next task. They have three days left until departure, and even though they're ahead of schedule, he wants to use every moment wisely. Tomorrow, he'll scout the dock where the ship will be waiting, so that nothing goes wrong on the day they leave.
This is the final stretch. Everything is in place. All that's left is to carry it out.
That night, White finally goes home. The mission still weighs on him, but for now, he lets himself rest. The next few days will be critical. The apartment already feels emptier than usual, as if it knows he's leaving.
Two days before departure, White wakes early, with the sunlight barely peeking through his window. This time, he puts on his second outfit: black pants, a white shirt and gray shoes. It's a simple, casual look, but the day ahead promises to be anything but simple. He checks his communicator for updates on his way out and heads for the docks.
When he arrives, the place is quiet, and the early-morning air is crisp and cold. White is early, the way he always is. The wide, empty berth where the ship will dock feels strangely peaceful, but his mind is already on the mission. He walks the perimeter and checks the schedule and the ship's expected arrival time. Nothing can be overlooked.
The ship is due before noon, which gives him time to spare, and he decides to use it. He contacts the workers in charge of transporting their supplies.
White: Start bringing everything to the docks. I want the loading to begin today. I'll oversee it myself.
The workers confirm, and soon the trucks start rolling in, each one packed with the countless tools, materials and equipment White, Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa have spent days collecting. By the time the ship docks, the pier is covered in cement, metal beams, pipes, lightbulbs, furniture, repair tools and every other kind of supply, all waiting to go aboard. White supervises every step, making sure nothing is damaged or left behind. Every tool and every piece of equipment is essential for their survival on the island.
As the supplies are carried onto the massive ship, White stays calm, but his mind is already racing ahead. Two days will pass quickly. Soon they'll be on the island, cut off from the rest of the world. Everything they've gathered, from the building materials for the bases to the toys and machines for the Teletubbies, is packed and ready to go.
The loading takes two long days. At last, White watches the final crate go aboard. The preparations are complete. The ship sits tall in the water, looming over the docks like a shadow, ready to take them to their new home.
White pulls out his communicator and calls Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa.
White: It's time. Meet me at the docks. We board tonight, and we sail at dawn.
There's a pause on the other end. Then Noo~Noo answers, steady, with a sense of finality.
Noo~Noo: Understood. We'll be there.
Naa~Naa's voice follows a moment later, softer but determined.
Naa~Naa: On our way.
White stands at the edge of the dock, staring out at the ship. This is the last day they'll spend in this country, the last day they'll be part of this world. Soon they'll be gone, watching and waiting, living in the shadows of their final mission.
The time has come. The ship is ready, and so are they.
Once they're aboard, White, Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa finally have some time to relax. The ship won't sail until dawn, which leaves them one rare, quiet evening after all the chaos of the past days.
Naa~Naa, curious and full of energy as always, decides to explore. She wanders off, eager to see every corner of the enormous vessel. White and Noo~Noo stay behind, sitting quietly on the deck with the soft hum of the ship's machinery in the background.
After a few moments of silence, Noo~Noo shifts uncomfortably and glances over at White. His usual composure slips. He rubs the back of his neck, clearly wrestling with something.
Noo~Noo: Hey, White... there's something I need to tell you.
White looks at him. He can hear how serious Noo~Noo is. He gives a small nod and waits for him to go on.
Noo~Noo: Before we left, I had a little chat with the Vice Commander. He gave me this new hard drive. Said it was some kind of special backup for the mission.
He pauses. His face tightens, as if he's weighing every word before he lets it out.
Noo~Noo: But honestly, I don't trust him. The whole conversation was... sketchy. He kept laughing, like he was enjoying a joke I wasn't in on.
He runs a hand through his hair, troubled by the memory. White keeps his gaze steady and listens closely. Noo~Noo goes on, his voice soft but serious.
Noo~Noo: I trust you, White. You've always kept things under control. But there's something off about the Vice Commander and this drive. He said it's for when my current one starts failing, which should be in about five years. I'm supposed to install it when the old one gives out. But the way he handed it to me... it just feels wrong.
He stops again and stares down at his hands.
Noo~Noo: So here's the thing. If I start acting strange after I install it, or even before that... I need you to dismantle me. Before anything worse happens. I don't want to become a threat, and I trust you to stop me if it comes to that.
White stays quiet as he takes in what Noo~Noo has just said. He has known him for a long time. Hearing him talk like this is deeply unsettling.
Noo~Noo: If I lose control, White, you have to dismantle me. Use whatever you have. Just don't let me become a danger. And one more thing... don't tell Naa~Naa. I don't want her worrying, or getting angry over what might just be my own stupid paranoia. Just promise me, alright?
The weight of the request settles between them. White, calm and methodical as ever, nods slowly. He doesn't answer right away. He lets himself feel the full seriousness of what Noo~Noo is asking.
White: I understand. If it comes to that, I'll take care of it. I'll dismantle you if I have to, and Naa~Naa won't hear a word about it.
Noo~Noo lets out a small breath, relieved to have finally said it, though the tension still hangs in the air.
Noo~Noo: Thanks, White. I really hope I'm wrong about this. But just in case, I needed you to know.
White's expression softens a little, though his focus stays sharp.
White: Don't worry. If it happens, I'll make sure you're repaired and brought back. We'll handle it.
Noo~Noo gives a small, grateful nod, but the worry in his eyes doesn't fade. The ship keeps rocking gently, but their conversation has cast a shadow over the calm evening. White understands what he has just been trusted with. He hopes it never comes to pass. But if it does, he'll be ready, the way he always is.
In that moment, the trust between them is sealed, even if no one can say what the future holds.
Soft footsteps break the heavy silence. Naa~Naa is back from exploring the ship, her curiosity satisfied for now. She notices the tense looks on their faces and tilts her head. Her sharp eyes pick up on the unease right away.
Naa~Naa: Is everything okay? You two look like you've been thinking pretty hard.
White and Noo~Noo exchange a quick glance and pull themselves together, their faces relaxing into something more casual. They've agreed to keep the conversation private, and neither of them wants Naa~Naa to worry.
White: Yeah. Everything's fine.
Noo~Noo: Nothing to worry about.
Naa~Naa studies them a moment longer. Then she shrugs. She doesn't push; she trusts them. Still, the air between the three of them feels heavy, as if something is waiting just beneath the surface.
White decides to change the mood. When he speaks, his voice is calm and steady, almost fatherly.
White: Alright. It's been a long day, and tomorrow the mission begins. Our new home is waiting, so let's get some good rest tonight. Be ready for what's ahead.
His words are gentle, but they carry the weight of a leader. There's comfort in the way he says them, and the tension in the air eases. Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa both nod.
White: I'll head to bed first.
He stands, gives them each a small nod and makes his way to his cabin. Naa~Naa follows soon after. She's still buzzing with excitement about the mission, but there's a flicker of unease she can't quite place.
Noo~Noo stays behind for a moment, watching his sister walk away, before he follows. His conversation with White still weighs on his mind. For now, he buries it deep.
In his cabin, White lies awake, replaying everything Noo~Noo told him: the warning, the hard drive, the Vice Commander's strange behavior. It gnaws at the edges of his thoughts and casts a shadow over what should have been a calm night before the mission.
He tries to brush it aside, but he can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. He stares up at the ceiling, barely hearing the soft hum of the ship as his thoughts churn. Eventually, he tells himself that everything is under control. He'll handle it, the way he always has.
With that last thought, White closes his eyes and drifts into a light, restless sleep. Tomorrow, their new lives begin.
At dawn, the ship begins its long voyage across the vast, open sea. For seven days and seven nights, the massive vessel cuts through the water, carrying White, Noo~Noo, Naa~Naa and all their supplies toward the distant island. The journey feels endless. The horizon is the same unchanging stretch of water every day, and the isolation of their mission slowly settles into their minds.
The island lies deep in the heart of the sea, far from any civilization. It's secluded, and no one has lived there in a very long time. It's the perfect place for their mission. On the eighth day, its dark outline finally appears on the horizon, wrapped in a thick mist that clings to the treetops like a veil.
The ship drops anchor just off the shore. White stands at the bow, his sharp eyes scanning the land: dense forests and open fields, wild and untamed. The perfect place to build their bases. He turns to his team, and his calm, commanding voice cuts through the sound of the waves.
White: We've arrived. Let's start unloading.
With White leading the way, they get to work. The workers carry crate after crate of construction materials, tools and equipment off the ship and onto the island. The team moves quickly, bringing everything to a large, open field in the middle of the island, the ideal spot for the two bases.
Trees surround the field on every side, giving it natural cover, and the ground is flat and solid, perfect for building.
As White directs the unloading, a sudden chill runs down his spine. His instincts kick in, and he spins around, scanning the treeline.
Nothing.
Only the wind, whispering through the branches.
He shakes off the feeling and turns back to the task at hand.
White: Let's get started. We build both bases right here.
They split into two groups. One will build the surface base for the Teletubbies. The other will build the underground base, which will serve as the headquarters for White, Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa.
The surface base is designed to look like a simple, cozy home that blends in with the land around it. The team starts by pouring a solid foundation with the cement they brought. The walls are made of reinforced concrete, but they're painted in soft, earthy colors to make the house feel warm and welcoming.
Inside, every room has its own purpose.
The main living area is the biggest room in the house, and its heart. Comfortable furniture, toys, books and soft cushions are spread around it, and large windows fill it with natural light. It's made to keep the Teletubbies relaxed and busy.
Next to it are the kitchen and a dining area with a table big enough for all four of them. Upstairs, each Teletubby has a bedroom of their own.
Behind the walls are the machine rooms, which hold the machines that will take care of the Teletubbies' daily needs: the Food Machine, which prepares their meals; the Clothes Machine, which handles their laundry; and the Light Machine, which controls the artificial cycle of day and night inside the house. The machines are huge and industrial, so only their front panels open into the rooms they serve, like the Food Machine's panel in the kitchen wall. The rest stays hidden out of sight, but easy to reach for repairs.
The bathroom and restroom have fully working plumbing and modern fixtures, so the Teletubbies have everything they need to stay clean.
A separate playroom is filled with bright colors and toys. Its floors are soft and padded, and a large screen is built right into the wall for interactive games.
Outside, the base is landscaped with dirt, mulch and freshly sown grass seed. Everything is designed to blend into the natural field, so the Teletubbies will feel like they're living in harmony with the land.
The underground base is the opposite: cold, industrial and hidden from view. It's buried deep beneath the field, and the only way in is a discreet entrance, camouflaged to blend into its surroundings so that no one will ever stumble across it by accident.
White, Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa oversee its construction with precision. They know this will be their home for the foreseeable future. Steel beams and concrete walls reinforce the entrance tunnel, which leads down into the main chamber.
The heart of the underground base is the monitoring room, a large space packed with screens and control panels, built to keep the Teletubbies under constant watch. Hidden cameras throughout the surface base and the surrounding forest feed live video back to it, so the team can watch everything without ever being seen. The night-vision cameras White bought are part of that network, sharp enough to catch even the faintest movement in the dark.
Each of the three has their own small living quarters, simple and functional: a bed, a desk and storage for their belongings. The bare walls are a constant reminder of the isolation they've accepted.
Like the surface base, the underground base has its own machine rooms, though these are rougher and more industrial. They hold the spare parts, tools and systems needed to keep everything running, both above ground and below. The spare hard drives White bought for Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa are stored here, ready if they're ever needed.
The supply room holds everything else they brought: food rations, tools and spare equipment. It's essential for surviving the long term, and for any emergency.
There is one final addition. White insists on a hidden escape tunnel that leads out into the forest. If anything ever goes wrong underground, they'll have a way out.
For several days, the team works without rest, building both bases piece by piece. The underground base takes careful digging, with steel beams and concrete slabs laid to hold up the heavy earth above. The ventilation system is crucial. It keeps fresh air flowing through the hidden chambers below.
Above ground, the Teletubby house takes shape quickly. Its soft walls and cozy design come together to create the illusion of safety and normal life.
White is always on the move, checking on both projects, his sharp eyes catching every detail. He makes sure everything is installed perfectly, because the success of the mission depends on it. And every night, as the sun sinks below the horizon, the cold feeling on his spine comes back, reminding him that something about this island is not right.
Every night, he pushes it aside and focuses on the work.
After several long, hard days, both bases are finally complete. The island is ready.
With the bases finished and the workers gone, only White, Noo~Noo and Naa~Naa are left on the island. The busy sounds of construction have faded into an eerie quiet, broken only by rustling leaves and the distant calls of wild animals. The three of them stand together in the central field as the reality of their new life begins to sink in.
White gathers them to discuss the next phase of the mission. His face is calm, but there is weight in his voice.
White: Now that the bases are built and the workers are gone, it's time I explained the full scope of the mission. From now on, we'll be watching over four special Teletubbies: Po, Laa-Laa, Tinky Winky and Dipsy.
Naa~Naa listens closely, while Noo~Noo folds his arms, his gaze steady. White continues.
White: One of us will live in the surface base to keep a closer eye on them. The Teletubbies will see that one every day, as their caretaker, but they can never know there's anyone else on this island. The other two will work from the underground base, keeping the main systems running and managing the surveillance feeds. We have to stay alert at all times. The Teletubbies must never find out about the rest of us.
Just as White is about to assign the roles, Noo~Noo cuts in.
Noo~Noo: I'll be the one on the surface.
His voice is firm, leaving little room for argument. White and Naa~Naa exchange a glance, a little taken aback. It's not that they don't trust him. Noo~Noo has proven himself time and time again. But volunteering that fast isn't like him.
White studies his face for a moment. Then he nods.
White: Alright. If you're sure.
Naa~Naa nods too. Her usual playfulness has given way to a rare seriousness.
Naa~Naa: Okay, Noo~Noo. If that's what you want.
White takes a deep breath and pushes on with the briefing.
White: Like I said, our main task is to watch the four Teletubbies. But since Noo~Noo has volunteered to live up there, we'll be watching him too. The surface base has to run smoothly, and nothing can be allowed to disrupt the mission. Blue, you'll stay in direct contact with us from the surface. We'll watch from below.
For a split second, White's eyes meet Noo~Noo's. Neither of them mentions the hard drive.
White lets the plan sink in. Noo~Noo living alone on the surface isn't just a matter of convenience. It means he'll be close to the Teletubbies every single day, watching them, while making sure they never find out about the underground base or the people hidden inside it. He'll be the Teletubbies' first line of defense, and the team's eyes and ears above ground.
White: Remember, this mission is for life. We may be here forever, and the Teletubbies' development will take time. We can't risk them discovering us, so be careful up there, Blue. Naa~Naa and I will support you from the underground base, handling repairs and watching the feeds. If anything unusual happens, you report it immediately.
Noo~Noo nods. He stays calm, despite the responsibility he has just taken on.
Noo~Noo: I understand. I'll make sure everything runs smoothly up there.
Naa~Naa shifts her weight, her eyes flicking between White and her brother.
Naa~Naa: And if anything goes wrong up there, you tell us, right? Don't be a hero, Blue.
Noo~Noo smirks. For a moment, his usual confidence is back.
Noo~Noo: Don't worry, sis. I've got this.
White, satisfied with the plan, gives one final nod.
White: Alright. Surveillance starts tonight. Let's make sure everything is in place before we settle in.
The air feels heavy, not only with the mission but with the loneliness of their new lives. The island stretches out around them, vast and empty, wild and mysterious. And somewhere far across the sea, four Teletubbies are waiting.
This is their new home. Their final mission has begun.
White heads for the hidden entrance. Halfway there, he stops and turns back.
White: Oh, and one more thing. The four Teletubbies arrive in a month.
Noo~Noo & Naa~Naa: Understood.