"speaking"
thinking, dreaming, flashback
emphasized
I do not own Teen Titans and probably never will. This story is a lot lighter than what I normally write, but I needed a break from all the serious stuff. To a point at least, this is still kinda depressing.
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"But that doesn't make and sense, Star," said Robin, "The gravitational pull on a structure of that size would be too great for it to-"
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Cyborg leapt down the stairs at such a fast rate that he was barely able to stop himself from running the two talking teens over. "We have a security breech on the base floor," he panted.
Robin gave BeastBoy an odd look as he came down the steps.
"Aw! Com'on, you cant really think everything that goes on in this place is my fault!" he yelled.
"Pretty much," muttered Raven as she rose through the floor. BB just glared at her. "Thanks."
"Anyways," said Cy, bringing their attention back to the still blaring alarm. "The breach was done at sea level."
"Are you sure is wasn't AquaLad this time?" Robin questioned.
"Positive," he replied. "DNA scanners say it's someone new. Whoever it is, their not in the archives of Goods of Bads."
Robin thought for a moment. "Alright, team, let's get our uninvited guest and kick him out, but be careful. However they got in was either ingenious or powerful."
"Or neither," came a voice from behind. They all spun around to see a lanky, teenage boy standing a few inches shorter than Cyborg looking them up and down. His white hair was in a low-lying ponytail and two, long strands of it fell into his narrow, eyes. The color of his eyes was rather odd. Where was normally white was sky blue and his pupils were an odd shade of metallic navy, giving him a alienish look to match the slightly visible blue veins under his pale skin that was covered by black spirals and swirls that some how managed to connect with each other without causing a jumbled mess.
He wore a white tank-top, decorated with metallic blue designing, black pants, and a navy metal bracelet covered most of each lower arm. He was bare foot revealing more odd tattoos.
Robin sprung forward, "Titans, go!"
"What! Whoa, WHOA, WHOA!" The intruder's eyes went wide as saucepans. "WAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTT! Let me explain!"
Everyone stopped dead in their tracks. Starfire extinguished her lights. "Tell me, why should we not harm you for breaking into our 'T'?"
"Yeah!" added Cyborg still holding his sonic cannon steady. "You can't come set off my alarms without breaking something."
"Oh," the teen laughed nervously, "You must mean this." He pulled a 'T' shaped door bell out of his pocket, glancing nervously at the frayed wires.
Star blinked and floated behind the newcomer. "Is that not the bell for the ringing of the door?"
An image of an entire day spent with Starfire joyously ringing the doorbell after it was installed ran through the Titans heads. It wasn't pleasant.
"Yes...um...well...I tried to ring it when I got here...but I, um, got carried away and-uh, broke it when it didn't work after a half-hour. It...um ...kinda looks like something chewed on cords." He pointed to the fringed wires.
BeastBoy shrank under the evil eyes of his fellow team mates.
"Tell me, oh new comer with white hair, what is your name."
"And, more importantly," stated Robin, "Why your here."
The young man took a deep breathe in. "My name is Keevor. I'm from the planet Atraforn."
Raven lowered herself to the ground. "We can trust him, Robin."
"Huh," said Robin and BeastBoy in unison.
She sighed rolling her eyes. "Atraforns are inventors. Their natural way of thinking doesn't allow destruction without a strong, honest reason. It would take years of corruption to force one of them to think other wise and even then, his markings would disappear once he became deceitful."
"What if his purpose is for a friend, and it's a trap?"
"Then his marking's wouldn't be as noticeable."
"Couldn't they paint them on," suggested Cyborg.
She groaned. "No the pattern is their name that only they can right and since it's also on their backs it can never be replaced," Raven shrugged. "Plus it's impossible to redo it without the older marks causing scars."
"Well, what if-" but Keevor cut BB off. "As much as I'd like to prove myself to you," he said his smooth voice quickly becoming a great deal stronger. "I need your help to get my sister back."
"No offence, but," Robin spoke, "Why come to us?"
"Because," the alien muttered. "She's in your town."
The team looked at each other as one and had a huddle.
"Okay," said BeastBoy, "What's the plan."
"I think we should help alien Keevor find his sister that is lost."
"We have no reason to question him... yet," added Raven.
"AND," commented Cyborg, "He's in our city."
"True," mulled Robin, "If they're willing to kidnap for there purposes and then hide, then chances are their reasons are not beneficial for anyone." He took a deep breathe. "All in favor of going, say ' I ',"
A round of agreement soon followed.
"OH, what joyous a moment," said Starfire raising hirer into the air. She swooped over and hugged Keevor tightly. "We have gained a new friend."
"I hope," Keevor choked, "That this means you have agreed to help me."
"Yes, yes, indeed friend Keevor." She continued to swing him around. "We have come to the 'choice' of helping you."
"Great," he gagged, "And I'm assuming you are Starfire?"
That got him dropped instantly. Surprisingly though, he landed quite easily on his feet.
"You mean," mumbled Star, "You do no know of my name?"
Keevor looked slightly embarrassed. "No, I just got a quick mention of your names from the local police."
"The police," questioned Cyborg.
"What were you doing at the police?" said BeastBoy.
"My planet is a good distance from this one, so it has little information on its current political standings. But almost all continents have a law system of some sort. When I went to yours, they suggested I come to you. Cyborg is a obvious, and a I was ...um, told of Starfire's warm welcomings." The Tamaranian gave a bubbly laugh. "Other than that though, I'm at a bit of a loss."
"Name's BeastBoy," he pointed a thumb at himself.
"BB for short." added Cyborg. "I'm also the mechanic."
"I'm Robin."
"Raven."
The Atraforn smiled. "Nice to meet you all." He shook hands with them all except for Raven. When he got to her, he didn't even bother to hold out his hand. Instead he gave her a deep bow and a thankful smile. The girl from Azarath blushed slightly and nodded her head.
Keevor gave a look once around the room. "Not to be rude, but could we leave now? I have no clue what they're doing to her."
Robin nodded. "Sure thing. Do you have any idea what we're up against?"
"Just the basic guards, guns, evil people rays. There was too much for me to go in there alone." He looked slightly irritated. "Plus she'd be all over my butt if I got caught too."
He continued to nod. "So the basic attack. Do you have a map we can use?"
"No, but I can draw you one."
"I don't know, Robin, that sounds kinda iffy," commented Cyborg.
"No, really, it's good. I have a photographic memory."
"...something just dawned on me," said BeastBoy, "Do you even have any superpowers?"
"No."
"WHAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT!" they all yelled.
"Other than lifting weights, I have no extra body strength. But I do pick up weapon fighting styles very quickly. Plus once I read or see something, I can pull it up without a second of hesitation."
Robin sighed, "I of all people shouldn't be judgmental in this situation, but are you sure you shou-"
"I'm not staying here."
"Dude," said BB, "You just said your sister would-"
"I've been tracking her for two years. They just now got the brains to up their system. I've broken into four different bases in the last six months. This is not something you can kick me out of."
"Fine," muttered Raven, "What can you do?"
Keevor smiled and pulled a small, folded bag out of his pocket. Slowly he opened up, and opened it up, and opened it up. The groups eyes continued to grow wider as he kept unfolding until what at first appeared to be a small leather square now was a backpack at arms length. He opened up the top and pulled out some daggers, then shurkens, two long daggers, a set of three katanas, a pair of battle axes, a chain scythe, a whip, a long sword, a broad sword, bow and arrows, nunchucks, even a lance. He stopped suddenly and looked at them. "These are the weapons I have mastered. Would you like me to move on to the ones I almost have?"
Crickets chirped in the background.
"...um...I think he proved his point," Cyborg murmured.
Keevor gave a devilish smile. "Then I'll draw that map."
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Starfire walked in the front of the group, lighting the way. "Am I heading for the right direction, friend Keevor?"
The alien was squinting at the sketchy, yet detailed map. "Yes, I'm sure of it."
Cyborg gave a nervous glance around the damp tunnel around them. "Are you sure this is secure, Key? This place isn't even on the city records."
"This place was created before this city was created. It was a town then and these passages were under the houses in case of fires."
"...where did you learn that?"
He smiles at his newly acquired nickname. It was nice to know they trusted him so quickly. "I broke in here before, but I only got so far into the tunnels before I hit a dead end. So I went back out, found the library and looked up some history and old maps as well as new ones. Basically I memorized them all before coming to Titan Tower."
"Wow," said BeastBoy looking impressed. "That must have taken forever!"
"You need to clean out your ears," muttered the floating bird.
"What's that supposed too mean!" He yelled ignoring the fact that the new comer was shaking his head.
"He has a photographic memory, remember?"
"Oooohhhh."
Raven rolled her eyes.
"We're here," murmured Keevor, his face suddenly growing fierce.
"Everyone remember the plan?" asked Robin.
There was a round of 'yeah's.
Raven muttered her spell and slowly raised the ceiling up as Cyborg cut it out about two yards above his head. Starfire raised the one's out that couldn't fly and set them softly on the dark stone floor.
All around them was mechanical equipment. Computers covered all the walls from top to bottom. Large screens seemed to be randomly placed in the open, sterile room. In the direct center of the room was a long cylinder object covered by a great cloth.
Keevor pulled out a shurken from the pouch now attached to a belt he had borrowed from Robin (this one was still the metal color, rather than yellow). With several swift movements he through it at different heights, checking for censors. After several minutes, he became satisfied and ran to the cylinder with foot steps so silent that it was eerie. He took a deep breathe and pulled back the curtain just as th rest of the group got there. They weren't ready for what they saw. Neither, unfortunately, was Keevor.
"Hello," said a man sitting in the seat behind the glass. "You must be Keevor." He looked at the rest of the group. "And the Teen Titans? Odd you never asked for help before." The man shrugged and the glass dropped. "Oh, well. More things to use against our precious designer."
The alien's eyes grew enraged at the last comment and he sprung through the glass at the man grabbing him by the shirt as he ignored the cuts on his body. "Who. Are. You?"
"Why, me? I'm just a scientist looking for an easy payday." He flipped the alien over his chair and the fight was on. Soldiers came out from behind sliding computers and the Titans did what their name suggested. They reeked havoc.
"Where is she?"
"I don't-" he dodged a swing of Keevor's swing, "have a clue (shift) what you're talking (dodge) about," he panted with a disturbing sneer across his face.
"SURE, I BELIEVE YOU!" He swore at him quite loudly.
The man grinned looking over the distracted boy's shoulders, watching the movement of his companions as he calculated his next move. The moment he was sure they all had their hands full, he pulled out a dagger of seemingly no where and stabbed it into Keevor's side with a maniac laugh.
"Friend Keevor!" Sirens sounded all around them and screams could be heard through the south wall. Keevor dropped to his knees. Something was banging against the wall. The Titans fought to get to their fallen comrade. Indents could now be seen. Robing landed a punch square in the white jacket man who turned his head to stare at the things coming out of the wall. A man ran out of a computer and began yelling, "We're losing control of her vitals, she's too stressed and her powers are out of control, Dr. Phonit."
Suddenly Keevor gave an evil laugh. "Now, you've done. Gone and ticked her off while she's not fully awake. Blew up our house last time I did that and it was made to sustain her anger."
The man blanched giving the boy on Cyborg's back and evil glare. "It doesn't matter," he jumped into one of those odd computers that everyone seemed to some through but his voice remained. "I have the blueprints for what I need."
"This place is about to cave in!" BeastBoy said, covering his head with his arms.
"No," said their new friend, "My sister won't let it." And as if by cue, the ceiling stopped shaking. "See," he muttered. "Now if you would be so kind as to walk though the nearly falling down wall, we could all get some rest."
They all looked at each other. It had been a short yet chaotic struggle and no one had escaped without a few good cuts.
"Alright," said Robin. "Let's get your sister and we all can go sleep."
Keevor gave him a thankful smile.
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This is not what they had expected. The way Keevor had spoke of his sister, they had expected her to be a young girl, which the figure in front of them wasn't even close.
A teen, that was obviously done growing, hung suspended in the water by metal cords that sank into her skin. The deepest appeared to be one going under her jawbone that was still bleeding lightly. Her close weren't much more than a bikini and showed her curves off quite nicely.
But that's not what got to them. The physical similarities between Keevor and the woman behind the glass was snow white hair. Then it ended and became a completely different story. While her brother was lanky, her body was finely tuned. She had no markings that could be seen, and if she had any, no one was going to look for them. He features were soft, not sharp. But the most surprising was that, instead of having snow white skin, hers was extremely dark. Darker than Cyborg's even.
Keevor slid off his friend's back and slowly walked up to the glass. "Nevaka," he whispered, knocking gently on the glass. "Wake up, my dear sister." A slight shudder ran through the girl's frame. "Come on sis it's me. Open those eyes." She squinted her eyes together and snapped them open to reveal bright hazel orbs. Markings of the same, near gold color faded onto the skin in main areas like her torso, shoulders, feet, hands, and under the eyes. The glass shattered and water spilled onto the group and Nevaka fell to the floor coughing.
Her brother, despite his own injuries, slowly began pulling the metal strands out of random body parts they had been inserted into.
Dang, thought Robin as he looked at the shuddering teen in Keevor's arms, Now I know why he was so intent on getting her as soon as possible.
Just as he pulled the last cord out, Nevaka gave one last rid shattering cough and focused her eyes. She gave on glance around the room and began speaking in a strained voice. "What are you doing here? Did you actually drag someone else into my problems? More than one person? Why are you bleeding?" She looked into his ashamed face and sighed, lowering her already quiet voice even lower, yet now it was calm. "You didn't really take a head on approach did you? Darnit, Key, I told you not to-...WHAT THE HECK AM I WEARING!" She jumped up, wide eyed, only to collapse and have Cyborg catch her. She took great breathes and looked at her legs as though they had betrayed her. "How long have I been gone?"
Keevor didn't answer, "Nev, just don't over react...but you've ...um...been, uh, asleep...forabouttwoyears," he rushed and then covered his head.
"What!" she squeaked and the room around them gave a dangerous creak.
Raven stopped floating in front of Keevor. "Alright spill the beans. There is no way she is an Atraforn."
"Wha!" she said in a sad attempt to yell, "You didn't tell them I was adopted into your family? What other vital information did you forget to tell them? I'm surprised they didn't rip your head of and use it as a toilet bowel scrubber to clean up their-" Cyborg placed a firm hand over her mouth.
"You just came out of a comma like state. You should rest your voice."
Keevor flushed in abasement as he watched his sister slowly drift to sleep in Cyborg's arms. "I'm sorry, I was so worried about her...you see, she was abandoned when she was still an infant. I was only a bit older...we guessed about a year. My parents took her in a little after my fifth birthday, so I've know her for twelve years... I was so flustered I forgot she wasn't my blood."
Raven stared at him for a minute then nodded, hiding her eyes back under her hood.
Starfire floated around the uneasy Cyborg as he handled the girl who was only a few inched shorter than him. "So...what is sh-OH! SHE IS A MECHIAN! (pronounced meck-ian) What a glorious race! So inventive are the Mechians!" Star continued her appraisal as Keevor relaxed.
Robin made a move to go help his new friend but stopped seeing Raven's thoughtful features. "Something wrong, Raven."
She glanced at him. "...no..."
Robin shrugged and walked towards Keevor.
"Not yet," she muttered glancing at the two new comers. "Not yet."