"Dammit!" A strange, blue Bomber was surprised by an android Bomber with bright-red 'eyes'.
"Hyper Plasma Bomb." He said calmly, shooting the strange, plasma bomb he created, hitting the blue Bomber and creating a huge blast, pushing a close-by Bomber away.
"I know you're my brother, Max!" The Bomber shouted, as a young girl ran up.
"Shirobon, are you okay?" She asked, as Shirobon nodded.
"Yeah, Shout. I'm okay. Let's go." He said, walking away with his shoes squeaking with his every step, but in his mind he saw something unusual-a face. The face of the blue Bomber. He looked sad, lonely, and frightened.
As Shirobon, with Shout and two other creatures, left the planet, another person entered it. A young girl Bomber was investigating the blast scene, looking around before noticing Max. "Hey, mister! What happened here?" She asked, looking to him, "Are you hurt at all?" Max looked to her.
"Hyper Plasma Bomb." He said, creating another plasma bomb.
"Oh, I see." She smirked, "Don't underestimate me."
"Bomber…" He was ready to throw the bomb before suddenly, something blew it up, "W-What?"
"Cherry Bomb." The girl said, creating a tiny, red bomb in her hand.
"Did-Did that tiny thing destroy my bomb?" He shouted, getting angry.
"Of course. Don't assume tiny things are weak. Bomber Shoot." She tossed the bomb at a large rock, shattering it into sand, and surprising Max, "Now. I don't know who you are, and I don't care, but you better get out of here before you really piss me off." This slightly frightened Max, making him flee, shouting, "I will have my revenge!" The girl laughed loudly as he zipped off on his ship.
"Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say. Bye-bye." She waved good-bye to Max, before searching the area he was at, "Now, let's see what he's done…" She picked up a red cape, and stared at it, "I wonder whose this is? I'll keep it for now, it's kinda pretty." She then noticed a hand, and as she looked to the body, she screamed like she was about to be killed. What she saw was the blue Bomber, lying on the ground out cold, with scratches, tears, and a huge, bloody wound on his back. "O-oh gods, blood… H-he's bleeding… I gotta help him… He might not even be alive though…" She walked up to him, turning him onto his back very carefully and checking his heartbeat. She felt a pulse… But it was weak, quiet. "Oh, gods! He's alive!" She picked him up awkwardly, "Okay, mister. I'm going to help you. You're going to live." She said, carrying him carefully to her ship.
"Ma?" A pink rabbit-like creature was going to greet her, but then saw the strange Bomber.
"Mamira, this is… Uh… I don't know his name, but he's hurt very badly and we need to get him home. No questions, okay?" She said, looking to the rabbit. After getting the Bomber into a bed with Mamira looking over him, she flew back to Planet Bomber. She reached a large house, and began carrying him inside with the help of Mamira. "Oh, Magma Bomber. Welcome home." An old lady's voice called out from the kitchen, "Who's the boy? Did you bring work home again?"
"Sorry, mom, but this boy is in trouble. He got hit by a Hyper Plasma Bomb." She said, looking to a couch, "Hey, could you get out the foldable bed for me? I kinda have full hands here…"
"A Hyper Plasma Bomb? Oh gods, that's just two levels away from… THAT…" Magma's 'mother' said, "Anyway, okay. How bad is it? Close or kinda far?" She pulled out the foldable bed, frowning.
"Looks very close." Magma said, putting the blue Bomber on the bed, "The guy that did it was still there. I was only able to show a weak Cherry Bomb before he ran away."
"I'll get your kit." The older Bomber grabbed a large kit out of the closet, placing it near Magma. She grabbed different things out of the kit, fixing up the smaller wounds before moving onto the large, bloody wound on his back. "O-o-oh gods… So much blood… I feel dizzy…" Magma woozed back and forth as Mamira walked over and hugged her leg to try and help her stay still, "Okay… Calm down, Magma… It's okay…" She took a deep breath and began wiping away the blood so she could treat the wound. When she saw the actual damage, she almost screamed a second time. "Oh, gods! I got to him just in time; he wouldn't have lasted much longer out there." His real wound had thousands of skin tissue ripped and tore everywhere, and had almost reached his spine, "Oh, gods… Oh gods… Dizzy…" She put a hand on her head as she used some sort of strange gel, filling the wound until it reached the top. She then fixed up his outfit, using a large, blue patch to keep it together until she gets the chance to actually mend it. Before she finished stitching, she put a large bandage on his back to keep the gel in place. "There, that should do it." She sighed, calming down before noticing that her hands had some of the blood on them. She held in her screams and washed her hands ten times over before walking back and putting a large, black comforter on top of him. "There. He'll be warm with this." She said, smiling softly, "Mamira, please watch over him and keep him safe for the night."
"Ma!" Mamira saluted to her, hopping onto the foldable bed and lying down near the blue Bomber.
"Thank you, Mamira. I'm counting on you." Magma put her hand on the blue Bomber's cheek, looking at him in slight worry, "Don't let him die, okay?"
"Mamia!" She nodded before curling up near him as Magma walked to his bed.