This is my hybrid version of a superhero, fantasy, sci-fi, army story.
Metropolis is kind of like a Star Wars city or the one seen in Man of Steel. The planet of Predastar is what you think Mars would look like.
Reviews are most welcome. I don't and most likely will not use a beta. I normally write scientific articles so I am not used to writing in this style - if anything bugs you about my writing, let me know in the review section!
Mermaiding out.
Oh also, I own nothing. Thanks to Glee for the characters. Superheroes forever!
Chapter 1: Doritos
Half-walking half-jogging and still covered in remnants of sweat from your battles, you reach the control center of HQ. Walking through the doorway, turning left, and going past the couches and coffee table, you reach a wall of holographic control panels and a hovering robot chair occupied by a guy with glasses and brown hair. Artie is just the guy you're looking for.
"Please tell me some good news little B," you greet.
Artie pulls his headset down and it hangs on his neck as he turns his hovering robotic chair around and floats down level to you. One hand adjusting his glasses, he begins to speak.
"Hey Britt. This war was a tough one. I think the other planet underestimated us because we sent those sorry asses home. But, we did suffer some heavy losses for our win. They'll be back though, I know it. Most of the team is out helping out on the battlefield to clean up," Artie says.
You feel a little better but still frown. You can't shake the image of the Dust Bowl out of your mind though. So many dead...
Why did humans have to fight their own kind?
Kitty was on the other side of the room where her lab is but you spot her walking towards you now.
Despite her blonde Barbie-esque looks, Kitty is much more than meets the eye. She's got a tough exterior, knows how to dish out snarky remarks, but most interestingly she has an affinity towards the mysteries of our galaxy. The latter is why you're so impressed with her. You've always got a knack for people who don't let their looks define you. You're a textbook example of that misconception, but you know you're so much more than looks.
Kitty is the most gifted researcher and space historian that the Titans could find. She was a university researcher who studied how, why and what makes the galaxy tick, with the ultimate goal of understanding why Titans - your rare human group with super powers - even exist. She lives in HQ with you and the rest of the Titan team and is a total hoot to let loose with. Crazy fun but also very, very knowledgeable.
You never really paid attention to the academic side of things because your talents lie in the physical. The bits of information you know come from random chats with Kitty.
Apparently, the life-flowing energy of the galaxy was invariably linked to the Titans and the origins of this rare group. Because of that, you can manipulate the power to fight, heal, or to fly. You don't know much about this topic but you generally know that Schuester was the first of the Titan kind on Predastar, and your generation is the first Titan class. So why did the life-energy create you at this moment in time? Did the energy provide you the ability to shoot energy from your hands and feet, coupled with ungodly strength and speed so that you could do something for the planet? What was your purpose? You've learned to keep these questions at bay and let Kitty handle that. It makes your brain hurt and you've got more important things to deal with normally, being the captain of the Titans.
"Brittany, who were those soldiers you faced?" she cuts in, looking up at you with her hands on her hips.
You look at her, and back at Artie.
You picture the Red soldier, not even knowing who it is, but yet you were drawn to him. The power and speed was unlike any other foe you had faced. You were equally skilled and to be honest, that scared you.
"I was hoping you could tell me," you respond truthfully.
Kitty's mouth turns into a frown and she turns around to step back to her lab area, lost in thought.
"I've never seen you have to fight so hard, especially against a human," says Kitty.
Your mouth tightens. "I know," you admit.
You need to go see who the Red soldier is.
You're open your mouth to speak when Artie cuts in. "They're waiting in the detainment room," he says, as if he could read your thoughts.
Without another word, you walk out of the control center and head further down into the HQ.
Arriving at the entrance of the detainment area, you let the security system scan your body before it opens up the doors to let you into the giant room.
This room is circular shaped like a dome, leaving no corners, weak spots or places to hide. The room is lit up on the outskirts of the floor, projecting orange light upwards. Softly glowing opaque sphere-shaped cells float in the dome, made of something Artie invented that prevents any usage of energy once inside it. On the left side of the doors were two white couches and a soft fuzzy white carpet.
The sphere-cells is where we put our captured enemies if we had any, and they would be left floating in the middle of the room until we knew what to do with them. There was only one cell being used right now.
You see that Sam is sitting cross legged on an apple white sofa on the left of the door as you walk in, clearly invested in one of those vintage comic books from the past era. He looks up at the sound of your footsteps and smiles his wide toothy grin.
"Holla at your boy," he says in an accent and making a random hand gesture.
He's trying to get you to smile. You love his goofy self. He knows you get into serious commander mode when in combat and he's trying to bring you back down to earth. It almost works, except you hear a female voice coming from the floating dome in front of you.
"God, do one more impression and I think I will save you the trouble of killing me because I will gladly die right here and right now out of annoyance."
You're shocked. Mouth slightly parted, you stare up at the same dark metallic red lattimus armour that you were so desperately trying to buckle off of you earlier on in the day. Except there was no mean-looking helmet on the armour. And the Red soldier was no man. The helmet had been powered down, and instead, the most beautiful tanned skin female face wore the suit. She had dark slightly wavy locks that fell over her armoured shoulders, and her eyes shut closed.
The Red soldier was lying down with both hands resting behind her head. One knee was bent up while the other was straight. She made the dome look comfortable, and you find yourself wondering what it would be like to lie in there too. You aching muscles would like it for sure.
"Yeah well you would've been dead already if Britt here didn't go easy on you out there so you better watch it," Sam says threateningly.
At the mention of your name, the Red soldier lazily opens one eye and meets yours.
Immediately, both of her eyes open and you can see a flash of fear in them, despite the stoic face she has.
You suddenly feel so powerless under her gaze, like you needed to power up and put on your lattimus armour to cover up your vulnerability.
Highly aware of your post-helmet blonde hair and how you didn't bother to properly straighten it, you feel really exposed.
"Sam, it's okay," you quietly say, without breaking your eye contact with the Red soldier.
"Trouty mouth, I think you would've said differently if you saw how the fight went down. I come from the district of Lima Heights. I have razor blades in my hair that could cut you in half," the Red soldier calmly says as she breaks your intense gaze to look at Sam.
"Whatever. Britt, you get to deal with this bag of fun now. I'm off to take a shower," says Sam as he closes his comic book and gets up. He pats you on the shoulder as he walks by you.
You manage to produce a tight smile to him and then return your attention to the floating beauty above you.
You have a million questions for the Red soldier, but you can't seem to formulate words. The Red soldier still hasn't moved and is staring up at the ceiling.
"Who are you?" you ask.
That's a safe question. Figure out who this person is, why she's so strong, and why their planet wants to invade ours. All business.
You start to walk towards the floating dome, thinking back to earlier on in the day.
/
You trusted the warriors in handling the other enemy ground troops while the seven of you titans were inside Artie's control center at HQ, huddled around a 3D map. You needed to wait for the battle to start so you could confirm your suspicions about the enemy sending troops to use energy beam cannons against the Metropolis force field. It doesn't take long until you see red enemy dots break off from the battlefield and moving through the 3D wilderness and Cliffside canyons towards the city of Metropolis. The dots split off into four groups, each heading to a different angle on the force field.
"Berry go with Sam. Marley you stick close to Ryder. Mike, I trust you on your own. Kurt, you come with me," you say as you watch Artie's hologram, provided by a scouting droid.
Simultaneously you hear two voices.
"YES! Twenty bucks from you please and thank you," singsongs Kurt.
"Dear Barbara Streisand what gives?!" Rachel groans in that annoying Rachel voice you've grown to dislike.
You glance up with confusion written all over your face.
Kurt is smiling from ear to ear, giddy, dancing and swaying his hips from side to side.
Marley rolls her eyes as Sam high fives himself in the forehead.
"Okay..." you begin, waiting for an explanation for the sudden outburst.
"I was betting Rachel here that you would pick me, seeing as my skill improvement and physical gains from actually training and eating regular food far surpass her reliance on her crazy vegan diet of consuming that gross green substance instead of proper meals. You are what you eat," explains Kurt as he flexes his biceps.
"Not fair! Brittany, I assure you that I am very strong and that I have what it takes to be on the top and if I have to put certain things in my body, no matter how uncomfortable, so be it!" shouts Rachel in one breath.
You burst out laughing and Rachel looks around confused as everyone starts howling.
"You all don't take me seriously do you? I bet you all that one year from now I will be able to toss Kurt on his pale skinny butt an-" suddenly Rachel stops speaking and glows fire truck red, with realization dawning on her.
"Yeah, okay Rachel I think you need to just stop talking right there and also stop making bets," snorted Mike.
You wipe your eyes from the tears that formed when laughing.
Clearing your throat, you clap your hands together to bring the focus back to the situation at hand.
"Don't worry, who you're paired with has nothing to do with your skill or whatever the heck you were arguing about. We need to work together as a team and frankly some of our abilities complement one another so that's that. Sam is strong, but Berry, you've got the energy blasts he isn't so proficient in. I like to work with other brawns so Kurt's physicality helps me better,"you point out.
"You guys are idiots," you hear Marley whisper over to her friends. You see Rachel make a face at Kurt.
"Okay, focus you lot," you say while clapping your hands. "We need to move fast before they can get settled. Looks like there are four camps so we'll each pick a camp, get rid of it, and rendezvous at the Cliffside to help out the warriors?" you end off with your plan sounding like a question. You like input from your team to make sure your plan makes sense.
"Heck yeah! Titans on three!" yells Sam. The others nod.
"Titans, hooah!" you all chant.
"Aight, nuff of this pep talk and get'cho asses outta here. I got a some game to spit," Artie calls over his shoulder from his floating chair. It was his way of saying that he needed to concentrate on everything going on in the control center. He was frantically flying up and down in his flying chair, pressing buttons on the myriad of holographic screens lighting up the entire wall, from floor to ceiling.
You look over at Kurt who looks back at you with determination written all over his porcelain face.
"Let's do this," you say.
/
You hear your own breathing and your heart couldn't be pounding any harder. You look over at the metallic dark pink lattimus armour beside you. Kurt's crouched a mere foot away from you, looking straight ahead.
You two have chosen to disassemble the largest of the four camps. It's close to the force field, right at the edge of where the canyons of the Cliffside meet the wilderness. You're crouched behind and peering over the large winding stump of an ancient tree root as you survey the area. You spot five soldiers wearing lattimus-like armour in the area.
Two soldiers are using their beams to push up a large carbon black cylinder from the ground and putting it upright in four spots, forming a squared off area while the other three soldiers are assembling what looked like a large cannon in the middle of the square. Standing, these cylinders were as tall as the cannon. The dark purple cannon had three metal beams pointing out at the force field, resembling a claw. They were just starting the set up so this was a good sign.
You couldn't really see much from your view but it seemed simple enough. There was also one temporary tent set up on the other side of the cannon, presumably for supplies.
"Artie, can you see what I see?" you say into your helmet. Artie has visuals of all titans with a camera built into the visor portion of your helmet that covers your eyes.
"Yeah. Those carbon columns aren't there for no reason. I can't see what's in them though, or read it."
You turn your head and look at the giant cannon being assembled. It looks menacing and looks like it definitely would have the capacity to tear your Metropolis force field apart.
"That's the weapon I saw on the droid's images. It uses energy and charges it at the base, and once it's charged enough the beam will come out of the claw. I suggest you take that beast down before it's fully set up," says Artie.
"Got it," you respond.
You're not sure whether you should be grateful or offended that the other human planet thought that Predastar was easy enough to only send a couple of cannons and a few dozen soldiers to take down our force field. It was clever of them to try and distract us by having these special troops break off from the actual battle that was going on at the Dust Bowl, the area of barren flat land between the ancient wilderness jungle and the canyons. You can't help but wonder why were there only five soldiers manning the largest campground? You shake it off. Concentrate.
"Cake walk. Five tangos. You take Jo and Blow over by the corner and then help me take down this cannon," you quietly talk into your lattimus helmet.
"Roger. How about that tent there? I wonder what those black totem pole like things are for," responds Kurt.
"Not a clue. Nothing we can't handle I'm sure," you say.
"To be honest, I was expecting more of a threat than a couple of soldiers. I thought you got to handle the big missions," says Kurt.
You were expecting to have a big mission as well, but you don't mention that out loud. Something sets your teeth on edge about this camp. There's no way there are only five soldiers manning the largest cannon of the four enemy bases.
"Kurt, just watch each other's backs," you end up saying.
You take a couple of breaths and observe the cannon and its builders.
One guy assembling the claw thing, one is on the ground sending parts up to the guy at the claw, and the third one is on the other side of the cannon welding something together with the white hot beam coming from his blaster.
"Ok, go," you calmly say.
You blast off at super speed and approach the soldier on the claw, not bothering to slow down while swinging your left hand to deliver a powerful blow to the soldier's head as he falls off with a sickening crunch. Before the next two guys know what happened, you stop mid-air, turn around and look down to fire two beams from each hand at the two grounded soldiers.
Looks like their armour is weaker than the ones Artie developed for our warriors. Our warrior's armour can at least take the hit from the titan's beams but these guys stood no chance.
As soon as you've fired those beams, you look over at Kurt who appears next to you in seconds. You're both hovering over the cannon and about to attack.
"Okay, now is my time to shine. Been working on this move in Judo class. Check this out Brittany," Kurt says as he begins to attack the cannon.
Just as he charges up an energy ball, a wave of energy hits Kurt in the backside of his shoulder and he falls down to the ground. The force was so strong that you felt the vibrations hit you and push you back a little.
"Kurt!" you yell.
You look for the source of the beam.
A flash of dark red flies by you and you turn around just in time to cross your arms in front of your face to block a punch.
As soon as the punch is blocked, the red armour backs up and the other hand shoots out another beam at you.
You're too fast though. You blast yourself further up in the air and come hurling down at the foe, hands together raised above your head, and bring your closed hands hammering down onto a red helmet.
Red goes plummeting down into the cannon and takes a chunk of the cannon off as the red suit hits the ground.
You scan around for Kurt who's lying face down by the tent. But as you start to blast towards him, Red flies up and wraps their arms around your waist, rugby tackling you into one of the large black cylinders. Apparently, they weigh a heck of a lot because normally, if you crash into things at that speed, you would've completely ran it over. Instead, it remains sturdy as ever as you're slammed into it on your backside.
The impact hurts surprisingly. No one has ever been able to hurt you other than Mike when in combat training. A fist comes at your head as you bend your head to the left to dodge it, and counter by throwing a headbutt at Red in the head. You blast forward, flying into the cannon, smashing Red into the base of it. Red doesn't even have time to hit the ground before you're grabbing hold of one of Red's ankles and start spinning him in the air, letting go with precise aim so that Red hits the claw on your release.
The purple clawed cannon falls over when Red hits the side of it, with Red in the heap of the wreckage.
That's not how you were planning on destroying the cannon but it'll do.
You lower the energy from your feet and descend down to the ground. You hold out a ball of crackling energy in the palm of your hand, arm outstretched and aiming at this person in the red armour.
Before you can release your energy, Red explodes out of the wreckage, bringing his knees and hands to his chest, creating a glowing red energy ball at his stomach and then uncurls from his fetal position, releasing the energy right at you.
You're caught off guard but you manage to blast upwards by shooting energy from your hands and your feet.
Now hovering in the air, you watch as Red flies up to be level with you.
You're confused, how did that human's suit produce energy so powerful and so quickly like that? Normally they have to charge up if they use energy and this guy doesn't even have a weapon like those blasters our warriors use.
Sam's voice comes through in your helmet, "Job done. Where is everyone?"
You attempt to fly away from Red to get some distance between the two of you. "Sam, I'm being held up. Kurt's hurt, HQ I need a medic now. Over," you quickly breathe out as you propel yourself away from another blast. Thank god for Artie's built in communicator which is connected to all titan lattimuses.
"Roger. On my way," you hear Mercedes' voice come through.
With the energy beam dissipating, you fly towards at him and throw punches at an incredible speed, charging up energy in your fists for extra power. He's quick though, and it seems like he was just warming up. His movements were fluid, making his dodges and your punches look like you were dancing in the air.
You've had enough so you bring both feet up and kick him square in the chest with the bottom of your heels. As soon as your feet make contact with armour, you shoot out beams from the bottom of both of your feet, blasting the Red soldier square in the chest. You fly forward and somersault in the air and do a one eighty spin to face him and shoot out a sizzling energy beam from both hands right at him, blasting him backwards in the air.
You fly forward and when you reach Red, you put both of your hands on Red's shoulders and immediately launch yourself over like you were doing a handstand and double over so you're on Red's backside. In one fluid movement, you also turn around and do a bicycle kick of sorts, using the momentum from your front flip, and bring your right leg hammering down on Red's shoulder.
Red goes straight into the ground below you, creating a large crater in the ground by the cannon.
You know it's not over yet so you charge up an energy ball and release the sizzling power at the crater, destroying the cannon a second time.
Panting, you fly over to Kurt who's lying beside the cylinder. He's face down and not moving.
Kneeling beside him, you shake his shoulders with both hands. "Kurt, Kurt, can you hear me?" you say.
You hear a groan as Kurt shifts to rest on his elbow to face you. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I've lost an arm. There goes my dream of being a fashion designer after retirement," Kurt groans out.
You smile.
"Oh dear god," you say, relieved.
You hear Mercedes' voice come through. "Hush now, save your energy. I'll be right there, don't move."
"Okay, does anything else hurt or is it just your..." you trail off, eyeing the damaged magenta lattimus before you.
Kurt lifts his face off of the ground and twists his neck so he's looking at you.
"What?" says Kurt.
You're baffled. From far away, it didn't look too bad, but up close? Looks like Red's energy blast was strong. Very strong. It takes a lot for human laser beams to do anything to you guys.
You can actually see the inside wires of Kurt's lattimus where the point of contact was. His whole backside is damaged and sparking.
"I-" you begin.
"Look out!" Kurt yells.
Before you can say another word, a blow comes at your left waist and you're hit so hard that you're propelled into the cylinder on the other side of camp.
You were completely blind-sided and the impact with the cylinder almost knocks the daylights out of you.
-Who is this person? How come they're so strong?-
You look up from the ground right as Red kicks you in the stomach, sending you flying across the ground. You stop yourself and land in side lunging crouch.
"Sam! Sam! GET OVER HERE, NOW!" you hear Kurt yell.
The blows don't injure you, but it does shake your confidence. You've never been one to get hit like that.
Red has already flown over to you and is about to do something when you do a break dancing move. You use your legs to do a flare and swing it to trip Red as you jump back on your feet.
Red is standing up already though and tackles you to the ground, both of you rolling and struggling for power on the ground.
Red ends up on top of you, pinning you down with his knees squeezing your legs and sitting on you at the hips.
You stare up at the metallic dark red helmet and the black window shielding the owner's identity.
Red charges up some energy in his fist before he punches down on your chest and the blow knocks the wind out of you.
Red delivers another blow, right at your boob. That really winds you and can't breathe. You need to get Red off of you but you can't. Your helmet is suffocating you and you're too desperate for air so you power down your helmet, opening it up in the front to reveal your face.
A rush of cool air greets your nose as you cough and try to gasp in air.
Red had winded his left arm back, ready to give another blow. However, Red froze in that position. He seemed to be staring at you from behind the helmet, contemplating whether to hit you or not, shocked at the sight of your face.
You stare at each other for another second when suddenly, Red's head jerks up right as a large white lattimus kicks Red off of you. Immediately, you roll over onto your fours coughing and trying to work your lungs again.
Sam had caught Red off guard and was already containing Red with a makeshift handcuff made of his energy beams.
Mercedes had arrived as well, and was moving Kurt into her medic hovercraft to go back to HQ.
"Thanks," you manage to breathe out.
"Anytime. I was wondering what was the hold-up was! No one is at the Cliffside yet," says Sam. "What should I do with this one?" he inquires, nodding over in the direction of the Red soldier who is now lying on the ground trapped by Sam's energy beams.
Your planet, the Predastar, was fighting a battle against the only other human planet in this galaxy, planet Narpollo, and so far, you had been extremely surprised at how fast and strong the Red soldier was. After all, you are a titan, a human with super powers meaning no human stood a chance against you on this planet. You needed to talk to the Red soldier to figure out why he was able to put up the fight though.
"Can you put him in the detainment room? I'll come by later… and Sam, keep an eye on this one."
Sam nods in response. In the background, you hear Mercedes yell.
"Samuel Evans, get over here! I ain't got no time for your white ass to lollygag, I got lives to save!"
Sam waves to you and blasts off with Red thrown over his shoulder, fireman style.
You're very confused. Why didn't the Red soldier kill you?
/
After your one on one battle with the Red soldier, you had flown to the base Cliffside to find out from Artie that Ryder and Mike got injured as well. That left Mike's base still in-tact and Marley on her own.
"Marley, what's your status?" you ask.
"Fine, I'm back at HQ, they've got some strong soldiers but Ryder and I got the job done before he got hurt. I had to bring him back myself," Marley says.
"Berry, what about you?" you ask.
"Sam ordered me back, we were waiting by the Cliffside when he left to help you,", says Rachel
Okay, makes sense. But no, it didn't. How did so many of you get hurt? You're titans…
"I'll go get Mike's camp then," you confirm.
"Destroy the cannon and get out of there B, I don't like what I've seen so far," says Artie.
You agree.
/
You had spent half of a day trying to take down Mike's camp. It would have been easy if you hadn't had to fight three large soldiers at the same time, and all with the same capabilities as the Red soldier (super strength, flying, energy blasting… all that jazz). Except they weren't as skilled as he was, so you handled them, albeit taking a while since no matter what you did to them, they kept on getting back up. Eventually, a foreign hovercraft appeared by the camp, driven by a woman soldier with black lattimus suit. Her helmet was powered down and you caught a glimpse of her short blonde hair and pissed off look. The three soldiers you were fighting blasted into it and they took off, abandoning post. After that, ripping down the cannon was as easy as taking candy from a little kid.
The original big picture plan was simple. The warriors, our planet's human soldiers, would fight the oncoming enemy troops while the titans hung around HQ to deal with the enemy troops who were assigned to destroy the dome-like force field protecting our city, Metropolis. Simple is what gets things done, but your mission ended up taking the whole day and had digressed way too much. If you hadn't run into those "complications", a.k.a fighting those soldiers, would you have been able to give your warriors an advantage with you fighting by their side? You feel the guilt building up in you as you remember the calming sounds of crackling flame calms you as you took in the view before you. The barren red dusty land of the Dust Bowl stretched out for miles and beyond it was the edge of the wilderness, with its wild ancient trees in the distance. Normally, it would be a beautiful sight but tonight, it was filled with a mixture of hovercrafts and robot armour strewn about. Soft flames and ember thrived off of the oxygen as it consumes remnants of machines, and other metal scraps.
The warriors had human lattimus armour because we engaged in battle quite frequently, with other organisms coming to our planet to try to steal our abundant source of life-energy. These armoured suits had laser blasters attached to one arm and a sword shield hybrid on the other.
The human lattimuses are a one piece, with the front side that opened up, and once you stepped inside, it confirmed you were the owner and the front side closed on top of you and voila, you were ready to go.
Titan lattimus armour is different, however. It was a part of you, connected to your energy. It became you, you became it. If you wanted it on, you just had to power up and your armour would surround you.
It was mere fate that you are one of the eight Titans on your planet. Your planet–Predastar–is one of the two planets in this galaxy that is home to humans. The other planet is named Narpollo, and together, these two planets supported the only two human cities in the galaxy. This is because these are the only two planets with a stable source of life-energy.
The glowing transparent blue-purple life-energy supports human life and it seems to control every natural aspect of the planet. The air, weather, water, power, anything that humans used, it was part of maintaining it. It's a mysterious energy and not much is known about it with the exception that it flows throughout the universe. From time to time, recently the energy has been randomly present in newborns, providing them strength and abilities that are beyond the capability of any lattimus warrior out there. You are one of these rare phenomenon, a Titan, a term coined by Will Schuester, the original Titan who acts like a caring but a borderline creepy dad.
Titans had the original lattismus armour. The metal was a different one than the humans as they are made of moonrock, a heavy and strong metal that humans wouldn't even be able to move in if they attempted to wear one. The most important part was that you could blast your energy from the suit thanks to some physics shit that Artie thought up. It was handy, we could blast energy from our bare feet to fly, shoot things from our hands, and our helmets had communicators with the other Titans. Somehow, the lattimus could channel our own energy through the suit and even help us concentrate where we blasted our energy. Your lattimus is a carbon finished light blue, matching your eyes.
You don't know who your family is. Well you do, you've got your Titan family with Schuester being the father-like figure of you and your friends, but you don't know who your biological family is. You don't mind though; Kurt, Sam, Marley, Rachel, Mike, and Ryder are everything and more to you.
/
You enter HQ, located deep under the Metropolis.
Since the fight, you can't stop thinking about that Red soldier, let alone those other three buffoons you had to fight as well. The glass elevator door opens and you begin to power down your lattimus as you walk down the opaque glass hall. The floor is lit up every couple of feet, emitting a soft, warm welcoming glow. Feels good to be home.
You see the opening to the lounge room at the end of the hallway. You power down completely, making your lattimus disappear and you're left in your combat clothing which feel so much freer. You stop by the divot in the wall to your right and take your combat boots off of the shoe rack.
You were in normal warrior combat clothing, which by the way, has not changed since the military age. You had a fitted tan colour tee on, tucked into your cargo army pants that were loosely sitting on your hips. Your belt had the titan logo on its buckle. The cargo pants were tucked into combat boots, your favourite boots of all time because you love feeling like you're on solid ground after all of that flying. Your hair is down and probably messy from the helmet but you don't really care.
Those couches look too comfortable in the lounge and your aching muscles are screaming for a break. But first, you need to go see Artie.
Artie is the genius who invented and built your lattimus suit for you and who also is in charge of weaponry production. He is a key player who your planet would not survive without. With all that he controls from his operating room, it's like his glasses actually give him four eyes. You don't get how he can keep up with so many holographic screens displayed all over the wall of his control center, let alone direct weaponry and technology production while dealing with Sue Sylvester, the warrior's Commanding Officer, and designing new products all at the same time.
As if that weren't enough, he's also into politics. He's the one pushing for the President to terminate the term 'military' and replace it with 'warrior' because to him, the military was a thing of the past.
Back on earth, which was eons ago seeing as the planet ceases to exist anymore, the military personnel had guns that shot bullets, rolling tanks, hand bombs, and so on. However, times have changed. It's a new era of technology where blasters shoot out white hot laser beams are as hot as the sun, hovercrafts of sleek designs were driven, 'tanks' were now alien-like hovercrafts with with multiple energy cannons. 'Warriors' of Predastar seemed to reflect this new age better than 'military' as it reminded everyone of the age of the 'bullets'. It also didn't hurt that 'warrior' seemed to increase enlistment from civilians because of the novelty of the term. Being a warrior had potential for a great career given all of the enemies we attract from having an abundance in life-energy.
Anyhow, the Presidential board loves Artie and supports him as the National Defense and Technology Commandeer. You're lucky that he's one of your good friends. You owe him a lot. Without him, you would be walking around in a pretty beat up lattimus right now with the amount of tomfoolery you get into.
You're half walking half jogging because you've missed out on a lot already. You stop at the first intersection and turn left, heading towards the control center doors which are already opened. You see Artie in his flying chair, hovering and moving up and down along the wall of holograms he controls...
Now you're here, looking up at the foe that you faced back at your camp.
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Lying in this floating prison cell has sucked until that blonde showed up. The girl, that is.
When she powered down her lattimus helmet during your fight, you were seconds away from delivering the finishing blow to her head. But you didn't. You couldn't.
Now she's about to confront you and you're panicking inside. You're trying to stay calm and take in some deep breaths to slow down your heart rate.
"Who are you?" the blonde asks.
You twist your neck to look down at her from your prison cell. She's walking towards you, and you can't help but stare.
Those same piercing blue eyes stunned you on the battlefield. You had never seen anything like her and your heart dropped when you realized you were fighting this beautiful specimen the whole time.
You don't know how to answer without giving anything away or getting your ass whooped if you ever got home.
Carl, your boss, would eat you alive. You just hope that the rest of your team made it back okay.
You decide to swallow your nerves and respond like a normal human being would. You figure that regardless of what you say, your ass would get whooped for getting imprisoned in the first place.
-Lopez, stop acting like a nervous wreck-
"No one. Just following orders," you say without moving from your position, trying to sound as uninterested as possible.
The blonde twists her mouth in a line and looks around the room.
What you hear next is not what you expected.
"I'm Commander or Captain Pierce. I - I fought you out there. You're good. I mean, no offense, I'm sure your warriors are good too but you guys must have some serious training methods on your planet, no warrior could ever do that to me-" she says before she trails off, noticing the confusion spreading over your face.
You sit up, hands behind you so you can lean on them.
"Okay, hold up one second. I'm not good, I'm great. And let's back track. I ain't no warrior, I'm a titan. Why do you think they left me alone with the zapper cannon? Obviously so that me and my team could take you down ourselves," you rant sarcastically as you roll your eyes.
You thought this mission was stupid from the beginning. You knew that you and the other titans were powerful, but Carl's idea of sending the seven of you to take over a city? That was just plain idiotic.
The blonde looks at you with her mouth slightly open.
"What?" you shrug in annoyance. You wish she would stop looking at you. It makes you... uncomfortably comfortable. Like you should be here and reveal all of your secrets to her.
"You're a titan?" she asks.
"Yes... " you say.
Now you're confused. Wasn't it obvious that you were a titan?
"There are titans on your planet?" the blonde inquires.
The bright blue eyes look so curious and genuinely interested that you want to tell her everything you know. The sound of her shoe dragging a line on the floor, which looks like a nervous habit, brings you back to remembering who you are.
You're Santana Lopez. Badass titan. You've got to hold your ground and stop looking at her face. And her stomach which looks oh so good in that tight t-shirt.
-No! Stop it. Badass. You're a badass-
"If you want some answers from me, fine. Just get me down here and let me power down because I'm getting a big ass wedgie between my two moons and this armour ain't letting me deal with it. Oh, and something Mexican to eat please. Or a breadstick," you say nonchalantly.
Knowing Carl, he'll probably think you're working on a way to get back to Narpollo or figuring out some way to communicate with him at least. You noticed that your communicator doesn't seem to be working in this building though. You don't mind.
At the present moment, you care more about talking to the blonde than the stupid old hunk with the pearly white smile. Plus, this place is not too shabby and probably has great food. Actually, scratch that. That was an understatement. It seems like Metropolis spent a large sum of money on this facility. You can see the gourmet breadsticks in front of you already. Your boss can wait.
"Why should I trust you? You haven't even told me who you are," says the blonde.
"Good point," you begin. "But I really have no place to go. Even if I'm a titan, I wouldn't be able to get back to Narpollo without losing oxygen first. Plus, I'm surrounded by a million of you and as much fun as fighting is, I'd rather lie in bed with a bag of Doritos," you say truthfully.
The blonde produces the most adorable laugh you have ever heard. Ever.
You smile at the thought of being able to make her face light up like that but try to wipe it off. You probably end up looking like an idiot making such a scrunched up face.
"Is that why you're still in your lattimus? To hide your food baby?" she teases.
You can't help but smile. "I'll have you know that Trouty mouth kicked me right where baby Valerie was and now I require him to replenish my food baby with extra large Costco sized dosage of 1st Degree Burnin' Blazin Jalapeno Doritos," you joke.
She shakes her head smiling.
"You already almost lost to me once, I don't think Doritos would help your cause. Except maybe if you were my cat, Lord Tubbington. He seems to get stronger the more fat he gets…" she says with a straight face.
You have no idea what the hell she is talking about but you don't really care. You smile.
"Okay. If you get me down, I can prove to you that I am most definitely not fat," you respond, pretending to flex a bicep.
The blonde's eyes slightly widen as she smiles.
"I think I need to re-locate the kitchen to a classified area before I let you out of there. Girl's gotta eat too," she says patting her stomach. "Can't have you pigging out for free."
"That's cool, although pointless because I always find a way to get what I want..." you trail off as you find her eyes. "Are you really going to leave me in my wedgie torture?" you pout.
"Sorry about the wedgie. It's going to have to wait," the blonde says as she looks behind her and then back at you. "Umm, I'll see you in a bit…" she says, waiting for you to finish her sentence.
You give in.
"My crew calls me Lopez. But my first name is Santana."
"I'll see you soon, Santana," she says as she looks over her shoulder while walking to the doors.
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As you exit the detainment room, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Tying up your blonde hair, you make your way down the hall.
You smile as you wander off to check up on your injured Titans, but first you stop by the kitchen to grab a pack of Doritos. You can't rid your mind on how addicting and hot they are.
A/N: I'm writing this for me and know where I'm going to go with this... but if you have suggestions I'd be happy to oblige.
Seriously, review please!
Mermaiding out. Probably another update soon.
