Hey everyone! BeastBoyOnline (Yes, Rave's brother, M) reporting live from…err…well, wherever I am! Anyway, I cooked up an idea for a story and Rave kinda helped me to type it down. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans or any merchandise related to them…just sit back and enjoy the story!

Chapter One: The End is At Hand

July Seventeen, 2305, 15:47

It was noon; the blood red sun was up in the dust-filled sky, its light bouncing off the skeletons of numerous tanks, aircraft and personnel armor that was left in the desert. Over the horizon you could see two fast vehicles; bikes of some sort, patrolling across fast, covering ground at a mind blowing speed, a large trail of dust rose behind them and their engines' roar breaking the silence of the desert. A close inspection would tell that both bikes were painted in camouflage paintings; patches of brown, yellow and red covering the usually black or red metal cover. Both bikes were armed with two small machine guns, the mean looking eight-barreled gattling guns showing from the sides of their bikes.

The high speed patrollers rode together for some time and then split up, each doing a semi-circle in what seemed to be a random pattern. Both of the riders met at the end of each semi circle and rode back where they came from, towards the sun, to the east.

"The desert's clear of bugs sir, you're good to go" said one of the riders; a female

"Good, get here as soon as you can, I wouldn't want you to miss the big show" came the reply. The voice was male, a young male, a teen even

"Ten-four on that, coming home" said both riders, the other one was a female as well. They gunned the accelerators and roared across the vast wasteland, still towards the east.

(H)

The two patrol bikes reached their designation; the entrance to an underground bunker, hidden skillfully in the yellow desert sand. Two huge blast doors opened with a mechanical screech, revealing a large cement tunnel. For some reason, the tunnel was much larger then what the bikes needed to go through and hanging from above, was a flag; it was red and torn and the right side, the tears were man-made, because it was obvious that the red fabric was meant to look like this. On the upper left corner of the flag was a black drawing of a hawk, diving down towards something, its deadly claws ready to slice through flesh. The two bikers gave a salute towards the flag and rode on into the tunnel, deeper into the bunker.

"Hawkins, Vasquez, Boss wants to see you at the hangar, get there ASAP" came a voice over the intercom system. The bikers looked at each other while riding and nodded, taking a turn to another tunnel and gunning the accelerators once more, causing the smell of burnt rubber to rise inside the tunnels.

The hangar was a huge, parking lot like structure, located underground. When the two riders entered it, they could see numerous army vehicles and aircraft; 'Wolverine' class battle tanks, 'Puma' artillery cannons, 'Shredder' anti-air Quad-cannon half-track and a variety of jeeps and bikes. Also, there were a couple of F/A-22 'Raptor' air-supremacy fighters at the top of the hanger, along with several F/A-18 'Hornets'.

In the middle of the hanger, to both riders awe, stood a teen; he was about seventeen and with a black, straight-cut marine-style haircut. His face were pretty rough looking, the ones you would expect seeing on a veteran soldier. A black mask covered his eyes and a long scar traced from his right eyebrow down to the middle of his cheek (A/N: This is NOT Robin!) he wore a yellow-brown military uniform that were tight enough to show his love of working out. On his right shoulder rested a large, black sword with a golden skull shaped headpiece. He looked at the two riders

"Good to have you back, did you have any trouble during the patrols?" he asked. One of the riders stepped forwards, off her bike, saluted and took off her helmet, revealing shoulder long brown hair

"Nothing sir, not even Buzz-Drones" she said. The teen seemed to be thinking over something

"I think they think that last air strike they pulled killed us all" said the second rider

"When the commander wants your opinion, he'll ask for it, Private" said the other rider

"It's okay Hawkins" said the teen and started pacing in circles around the two bikes

"Arrogant bastard" he muttered to himself "He thinks we're dead, that we've quit fighting. Well tonight we'll show him fighting" he turned towards Hawkins

"Tell Alpha and Orion to summon the troops, tell them it's a code black" the rider seemed shocked, it was clear to see it inside her large green eyes

"Code black? Are…are you sure sir?" she asked. He turned towards her

"It's now or never" he told her. She nodded, got on her bike and blasted back into the tunnels

"What's code black, sir?" asked the second rider, Vasquez

"It's what we've been planning for over half a year now private" he said and took a breath

"An all out attack"

(H)
July Seventeen, 2305, 20:14

The sunlight started fading over the head of the bunker, but inside, no one seemed to notice. People were running all over the place, each and every one of them knew his or hers part in the case of a code black being declared. Soldiers were running towards their tanks, infantry crawlers and jeeps. They all sat ready for the get-go order to come, but instead, came a message that ordered them all to the briefing room. Again, the sound of boots against floor echoed through the tunnels as the men and women reached the large room. Inside it were maps, covering all the walls, with red arrows, green arrows and sometimes, a black smiley. At the front of the room, stood the teen. He gazed over the men and women in the room with respect; they were about to go on a near sure suicide mission, and yet, he could see the devotion the have for the cause in their eyes, it inspired him. He walked towards the microphone and tapped it twice, to get the troopers attention

"Good evening" he started "I was planning to just give you the mission goal and get going, but I want to make a little speech first, I hope you don't mind" the people present shook their heads no

"Good" he could feel a small smile on his lips, a smile that vanished the moment he opened his mouth to speak

"As you all know, we've been hiding in this damn bunker for over five years now. Five horrible years of living underground, in fear of the enemy, of the beast-"
"Slay the fucker!" screamed a soldier

"Burn him in the fires of hell!" screamed another
"Slice his fucking head off!" joined a third one

"It's great to see you're so enthusiastic to kill it" he continued "Because tonight…Tonight is the night we'll take what's ours, tonight…we'll take earth back from that hellish beast. EARTH WILL BE THE HUMAN PLANET ONCE AGAIN!"

The soldiers cheered and yelled many things, but from all the different voices, one came crystal clear

"Forever rebellious!" the voice came like a wave, taking all the troops into that unified scream

"For the resistance!"

"For Dark Matter!"

"NO" the man that inspired them a few seconds ago broke out "You're not doing this for me, you're doing this for all of us. Now, GO, GO, GO!"

Pilots to hanger fourteen, artillery shells needed on loading dock five. All personnel must reach their designated areas in five minutes said a voice over the intercom. The men and women scattered once again into the complex tunnel network, towards their tanks, aircraft and alike. The teen himself left with the bike rider, Hawkins and walked to another room, where five other people waited for him four male and one female; they were all wearing the same uniform as he did. One was old, really old. He had shoulder long white hair, his face was pale, except two piercing electric blue eyes and an X shaped scar that stretched from his forehead down his left cheek, through his left eye. He also had a small beard, like a man who hasn't shaved in a few days. The other two were also wearing gas masks and helmets, their black visors were down so seeing their eyes was impossible, these two had about the same proportions, slightly bigger then the teen that stood in front of them. The woman that stood next to the old one was quite tall, about six and a half feet tall she had a solid body she seemed to be fully capable to run with a bus tied to her, she had brown hair the same type of brown you see on cardboard, it was much longer then all of the other people hairs, it stretched down to her armpits, her eyes were black, really black, the type of black that you see at total darkness when you can't see anything, her nose was a bit crocked to the inside like the bone there was broken in half by a mighty blow. A bit behind her stood another man, he was a head taller then the rest of the group of people. Behind his right shoulder a long barrel of a gun, the barrel had a lot of holes in it but they seemed to be man made because every entry point had an exit point in front of it. The man had no hair so the light was reflected from his bald head. His eyes were hidden by a pair of sunglasses his nose looked like it was carved on his face because it was pointy and sharp looking like a knife. He had belts of magazines on both his shoulders, both belts were hung from his shoulders to the lower intestines creating a large X shape on his chest, around both his shins he had two more belts on one belt he had a mean looking jagged knife that had a few dried blood stains on it, meaning it was used in combat more then once. On the other belt was an even meaner looking gun that reflected the light from the lamps into the mask that covered the teens eyes but he didn't seem to care. On the other side of the belt were two magazines with the letters A.P. (A/N Armor Piercing) stamped on them. The bullets that were seen on top of those magazines had a picture of a small explosion with a smiley on fire with small arms in the air the letters F.M.G (A/N Full Metal Jacket) tattooed on its forehead.

When they saw that the teen entered the room, one of the masked men quickly saluted

"Officer on deck!" he cried. These words where heard responded by with a series of salutes and mighty "howa" shout by all people present in the room except for the old man who carried on with what he was doing.

"Alpha" the man with the rifle peeking over his shoulder whispered "Come on man he's waiting on you"

The old man raised his head diverted his eyes to the teen. In that light, his eyes looked like two giant bug zappers.

"I don't respond nicely to authority" the mans voice was cold and half metallic

"Still, he's our commending officer, so show some respect man" the woman barged into the 'polite conversation' the two were having.

"Just to remind all the people in the room, I'm…" started the teen, but before he was able to complete his sentence, he was stopped by one of the masked men

"This guy has been causing enough messes for his time" he said and sent his leg towards his opponents chest, Alpha narrowed his eyes and fended the leg by putting his forearm in the way the of his attacker and before the man could respond, he launched his hands and took hold of his attacker by his foot and kicked his ankle, causing him to trip and fall on his back. The masked one knew he had to go on the offensive and he tried pushing himself up by slamming his fists against the floor. Knowing that the other wouldn't be able to hold his whole body, he turned both his hands to fists he moved with cat like agility. He moved his elbows creating enough room for him to commit the move he desired. His fist hit the ground with such power that the floor his forearms and fist hit was shattered and shards of it flew for a few seconds, but the older man seemed to know he was about to do that so when the his opponent fists his the ground, he leaped into the air in a summersault and landed on the man's chest, causing him to fall on his back once more. The elder man threw his right arm to the other side of his chest. With a spring like action; a knife popped from his sleeve, he closed his hand on it and pushed it against his opponent's neck with a small grin stretching across his face. The whole battle took about somewhere between six to nine seconds.

"Come on kid, try anything I'll have you in a twenty pieces before you'll move a muscle" the man didn't felt like placing his life on the line so he raised his arms slowly as a sign of submission, but that didn't seem to satisfy the breaded man who only tightened the knife to the neck.

"Now, Now Alpha we're all on the same side here" the teen interfered and walked towards the old man.

At the sound of his name the old man turned his head towards the teen and began speaking

"Just reminding myself of old times, when I was about your age" he moved the knife away from the man's throat, got up and let go of the knife that got sucked back into his sleeve as if by magic. He helped the other man up and sat down on a crate that was next to him in an attempt to catch his breath.

"I know X, I know" said the teen in response

"X? That a name I haven't heard in quite a while…" he moved his hand on his beard a couple of times like what you do when you try remembering an old memory "ever since… This madness began"

"Hopefully we'll be able to undo this, now, you're sure you can set that machine to six years?"

"Yep" he replied dryly

"I don't get it. For the last six months you've been training us for some operation we're about to go on, but the only one of us that knows what stunt we're about to pull here is the old man and you" the other man with the mask meddled in the conversation.

"Well then I suppose that there's no time better then the present" he opened his pocket and took out a small remote control that only had one button on it. He aimed it at a specific point on the floor and pressed the button with his thumb.

In response, a section of the floor that was about two meters on half a meter opened and slowly, a table rose from the hole. On it were four folders with 'top secret' stamped on them. At the lower right side each folder was a black square with a thumb painted on it and over it was a picture of the man or woman that were suppose to take it.

All of them went to the table and picked the folder with their picture and pressed their thumb against the designated area the word "confirmed" was heard through out the room five times everybody that had a folder opened it as the teen started explaining the content of those folders.

"I'll skip the technicalities and jump straight for it, our main objective is this" he pressed the button on the remote control again and a hologram of what seemed to be an old combat communication system packed into a metallic backpack. It had a black side on the left; the other side of this contraption was painted yellow with black stripes on it. The antenna that came out through a hole on the top left side seemed to have hinges on it and at the top where usually a plastic cover was used, was a tinny satellite dish painted silver. Two straps on the back's front side were used so the user will be able to carry the device while walking and it had about a dozen grenades with different libeling on each and every one of them. A small hand gun was strapped on the backside of the pack's front so when somebody will wear it, the gun will become unseen unless the user will pull it out or when he'll take the pack off. The part where the gun was in was well padded so the user wouldn't feel it while walking. The front of the pack was locked with bolts making it hard to remove without the proper equipment and painted silver as well as the satellite dish. Next to this weird contraption was a headpiece with a microphone and a headphone attached to a pair of mirror sunglasses and a biological quarantine suit.

"I'm more then proud to introduce the TRX mark ten system, the tool that with a bit of help will aid us not just win the war but make it the shortest war that was ever recorded" the teen started saying and stopped to take a breath.

The woman used his need to breathe to interfere and stated her opinion

"Yeah right" she snorted "that's just an old communication system with guns. My great, great grandfather used one of these in Nam"

"What, do you expect me to believe that thing is goanna end the war, are you kidding me?" the man with the rifle rushed when the woman was over.

"That's right Orion, this might not look like much but this is the cutting edge of temporal technology. Alpha and I worked on it ever since this war began; we completed building it about half a year ago, but before we had the time to use this marvelous piece of work, it was stolen by you know who. Retrieving is the sole purpose of this team" the teen once again took a breath, his face wore a winning expression "with this device, we can stop this war from ever happening!" the teen exclaimed to the group of people in front of him.

"Wait, that thing is a time machine?" inquired the woman "No giant explanation no alien stolen technology?"

"Yes, Lisa no aliens what so ever, but about the explanation, do you want me to explain how it works?" asked the teen.

One of the masked men jumped like what he just heard was that a swarm of hornets was stuffed into his pants; he launched his hand forwards over Lisa's shoulder and even though their size differences, he clamped his hand over her mouth and clutched his nails into her check to make sure that she wouldn't be able to even sound a peep. Once the other man with the mask noticed the action that his comrade was doing, he said "No thanks sir, we're sure it's very interesting but it will have to wait 'till we finish the mission" the voice that came from under his mask was identical to Lisa's voice.

"You know, you two, if you weren't such good pilots, you could have done more then your fair share in showbiz as mind readers, if you weren't identical twins that is" The teen stopped for a second to remind himself what he wanted to say

"Oh and before I continue the debriefing, Kane, get your hands off Lisa, this isn't your quarters"

"Umm sir, I'm Kane, he's Pyro" the man said and waved his hand

"Sorry about that, Pyro, let go" the man seemed to be thinking whether to listen to the teen or not, but before he was able to deicide what to do, the woman moved her lower jaw up letting the Pyro's hand fall into her mouth and slammed shut her jaws, biting into his hand. The man released a howl of pain and pulled his hand forwards so it will no longer be in range of the teeth that left deep blue marks into his skin, but when his nails moved from her check, he found that he left the same type of marking on her cheek.

The woman grabbed his hand with one hand and with her other hand took hold of his forearm. She moved the upper portion of her body forward and her left leg backwards; her foot collided with one of Pyro's feet and threw him off balance. She threw forwards over her body with a small "Hi-ya" shout. Because she was still holding his hand and forearm, he crashed into the floor, sounding a small gasp of pain as he landed head first, she let go of his arm and returned to the position she was before. He placed his hand over her mouth.

"Now we're even" she mocked him with a wide grin, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"But I never said we're even"

"You didn't have to"

"Excuse me, but can we get back to work?" roared the teen wishing to stop the two from wasting more of his time.

"Yeah, I think so" answered Pyro, pushing himself off the ground and cleaned his clothes from the dust that seemed to be a permanent dweller on his clothing. "I got my ass whopped enough for one day"

"Don't worry; you'll have more then enough opportunities to give that whopping back" explained the teen.

"Speaking of which" started Alpha, the old man "We better get going, night fall will only give us a limited cover"

"You're right" replied the teen "You have your orders, now let's do this, one final attack, all or nothing" the people present saluted and scattered out of the secret room.

(S)

Twilight; the sun was setting down in the far west, painting the skies blood red. The desert, as usual was dead silent, but, in the distance, a sound could have been heard. It started quietly, like a growl, but grew louder and louder with time into the powerful scream of jet engines. Two F/X-80 "Thunderstorm" fighters tore through the blood colored sky at amazing speeds, the loud roar of the engines causing animals below them, on the ground, to scurry away in fear of the screaming jets in the sky.

A few seconds afterwards, the two jets blasted upwards with two loud ear-shattering explosions, sonic booms, the numbers on the electronic altitude meters inside the two jets were moving up so fast that it was impossible to read them but that didn't stop the two jet jockeys inside the cockpits from going higher and higher, towards the heavens.

They stopped only when the sound of the air injection system, notifying that the air above that altitude is too low on oxygen for the jet fighters caught the pilots' attention. With the agility resembling a Puma tiger; both of them reached for their oxygen masks. With two small clicks sounding from both of them.

They started leveling off at twenty two thousand ft. A voice came from the speaker inside Kane's helmet

"Base to Hawkeye One, Base to Hawkeye One, do you read me?" Kane switched his comm. Channel on

"Loud and clear, Base. Too loud, isn't this supposed to be a radio-silence flight?"

"Not this section of the flight, Captain. What's the status up there?" crackled the voice over the communications channel

"Nothing but sand as far as the eye can see, except for a few extremely lethal Cactuses, Base"

"Hawkeye Two here, I got nothing on Radar, you're clear to send out the Specter" crackled Pyro's raspy voice

"Ten four on that Captain, proceed to nav-point two, over and out"

"Over and out, Base. You heard that Pyro?" he asked as the black visor went down on his eyes

"I can smell that onion soup you had for lunch up here in the cockpit, let's roll"

"Got you, declaring radio silence, Hawkeye one, out" the two black aircraft broke their tight formation and rolled sideways and down, to a much lower altitude so they wouldn't be picked off by Rader.

Pyro's Thunderstorm jet went north-east, whereas Kane's went north-west. They each had their targets to destroy; eight gigantic cannons, used to pummel any approaching assault towards the enemy base, only by wiping them out, the attack would last a chance.

It didn't take long before the first alarm went off inside Pyro's cockpit; even though he and his brother were flying low, the enemy had better, tougher equipment; he was pinned by the anti-air radars. Mentally ignoring the alarm, he kept going forward, trying to break the lock would be a foolish move, he preferred dodging the radar guided missiles over trying to fight a radar beam.

"Just fifty more seconds" he said to himself, trying to calm down. The seconds passed like hours, with the fear growing inside him, there were so many things that could fail; the bombs and missiles not going off as planned, unexpected enemy anti air forces, mechanical difficulties, anything.

"Enemy locks, BREAK!" he heard his brother scream. The fifty seconds ended, it was time to attack

"Aces HIGH!" he screamed and took his jet low, diving under a sudden rain of rounds that were fired towards him. His jet nearly touched the ground as he went faster and faster towards the first cannon

"Arming weapons systems… Spear missile locked, FOX TWO!" echoed the scream. A long red missile was released from under his jet's right wing and streaked towards its target. Impact, the huge structure went down in flames, setting who-knows-how many ammunition crates, engulfing another cannon in a fireball. A slight pull of the stick and the Thunderstorm fighter blasted above a piece of flying metal but sonly after, it, like the other canon he destroyed was surrounded by that same fireball. His jet burst out of the inferno and kept going forward, towards a second target; a small, seemingly useless building. The green crosshairs aligned in front of his eyes, he grinned

"Bombs away!" he heard himself say and pressed the trigger on the stick and pulled it towards himself, making the jet pull up in a nearly ninety degree angel. The two bombs that he dropped were more then well on their way to their target. Bullets that were shot by the four Anti air guns were whistling next to the two large projectiles; as a last resort, the anti air gunners were trying to shoot down the bombs, with no affect. Impact, the buildings went down faster than a house of cards in a tornado of flames.

Again; the jet was covered by fire from top to bottom, the heat in the cockpit was unbearable, but that didn't stop Pyro from breaking out in cries of joy.

"Objective complete, base. I repeat, objective complete. Yo bro, how is it on your end?" he broadcasted into the radio, waiting for a response, but all he got was static.

"Okay, it's probably just a malfunction" he thought to himself.

"Come on bro, answer me damn it!" still there was no response

"What am I going to tell mom?" he thought aloud

"That I pulled your leg like hell" he heard from his headphone, but failed to understand where the voice came from.

"That he pulled my…-I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" he shouted in an ear blowing scream combined with a great deal of relief and hatred in his voice.

"This is Hawkeye Two to Longbow, the shield generators and cannons are down, fire at will" radioed Kain

"Roger that sir" came a reply of a raspy voice, which was followed by a shout

"Artillery cannons!" screamed the old sergeant "Open fire!"

The sands of the desert were disturbed yet again as fifty extremely large barrels were raised from the sands; all of them were in different calibers, some of them seemed to even be made out of scraps of tanks.

Echoes of the shots could have been heard from miles away as a rain of death and destruction made its way towards the enemy camp and as the shells came down, more explosions rocked the surface of the desert, it felt like an earthquake as soldiers scattered throughout the bombarded field, trying to find cover from the deathly rain.

"Look at them run!" exclaimed Kain, his brother joined him in laughter, but then, wore a look of fear on his face

"Bandits at eleven O'clock, closing in fast, we need some ground support over here!" He said as his green radar screen showed numerous yellow dots, coming towards them

"Hawkeye One and Two, this is Air Boss, they outnumber you fifteen to one, return home, we need you in one piece for the medal giving ceremony"

"That's a negative, Air Boss, Vectoring towards enemy squadron, Storm Sword missiles at ready" answered Pyro, Kain sat silent in his cockpit, going over his weapon inventory. Some argument could be heard over the comm. Channel

"Kain, this is Dark Matter, get yourself and your brother back here right now, that's AN ORDER!" boomed a voice through the two pilots' headsets. Kain gulped

"Last transmission breaking up, come again?" he said and shut down the communications to his base

"It's just you and me Pyro; let's try to buy the tanks some time"

"Ten-Four on that, weapons at ready, vector locked in, attack formation" the two jets vanished into a mass of black storm clouds and kept heading towards the enemy jets.

(S)

"God bless their souls" said Air Boss, a grown old man, slightly on the pudgy side, with an unshaved face and wearing a red shirt and black trousers

"God's bless is a waste of time" shot the teen towards him, then picked up a black phone

"Alpha, how much longer? The tanks are already rolling out" he asked impatiently

"It's a little complicated to put cloaking devices on assault bikes, cut me some slack!" came the shout-reply

"We'll settle for what you got now, I'm heading towards the hangar, Dark out" he placed down the phone and set off into the tunnels

As he entered the hangar, he saw the old man, Alpha, standing next to three of their patrol bikes, as usual, the vehicles were painted in desert paint, but he noticed the cloaking device; a small black disc, mounted on the right side of each bike

"You ready?" integrated the teen

"As I'll ever be kidoe" responded the old man

"Lisa?"

"What you asking me for?"

"Then let's go!" all of them mounted their bikes while putting their helmets on their heads.

The roar of the engines echoed through the tunnel system as all three bikes started moving towards the exit of the base; it seemed impossible to navigate through the series of tunnels but the three bikers continued to the exit.

"Stealth generators activate" The head biker ordered and in response the other pressed a button on the dashboard rendering them invisible.

"Gun it!" all three bikers pulled their throttles making the bikes move so fast that if they were seen they could only be described as a blur. The driver at the head of the pack whom was still visible, raised the front wheel of his bike and blasted far away from the other two, faster and further into the wasteland, following the loud explosions

(S)

"Echo Six, this is Echo Thirteen, we're pushing them back into the trenches, requesting support!" boomed a distorted voice over the communication channel. After the air strike they pulled, the rebel forces started making their way into the enemy base with armored support; the modified and salvaged battle tanks, driven by the rebels' top drivers and gunners were cutting through the enemy's armored divisions with ease.

"Echo Twelve, they're on your eight, Jimmy, FIRE THE DAMN CANNON!" screamed one of the tank commanders, unexpected resistance was holding them back, as more and more of the Beast's black Apocalypse class dual barreled tanks were poring towards them from nowhere, as if they appeared from thin air, more and more of them. The shots echoed for miles away as bursts of fire exploded out of each and every barrel, the rebels' blood red tanks were pushing through

"We got them on the run, keep fighting!" came a scream, it was Alpha. Both he and Hawkins came roaring over a sand dune, diving their bikes into the mass of steel and titanium armor, firing their small machine guns at everything that could be qualified as a potential target.

"Alpha, you old fart, where's Dark?" asked the tank assault's leader, Sergeant David McGee

"That's Commander Dark Matter for you, he's making his way there" he replied while trying to drive between two rows of the black Mammoths and unexpected shells that dropped next to him

"What's the E.T.A on the strike team?" he barked. David frowned

"No idea, you better get to the one-one-five storage bunker, FAST" he shot back while his tank recoiled as a shell escaped its barrel towards another tank

"Roger that, just keep them busy for a bit longer" the two cloaked bikes roared into the base, leading David into releasing a sigh of relief

"Just ten more minutes men, we got them on the- LOOK OUT!" the earth below the tanks shook and rattled as if an earthquake was breaking out, fissures cracked open below the rebels' tanks, sending them crashing below the earth. Alpha turned around and was struck in shock

"What the fuck-" he was able to let out before a pillar of burning red liquid exploded below him, sending both him and his bike into the air with a metallic screech. The old man fell face flat, he looked aside and saw Hawkins, or whatever was left of her, lying between the burning remains of her bike. Getting on his feet, he darted further into the base; his body ached as he tried to keep a certain pace to himself.

"Element One-one-five storage bunker" he mouthed to himself and looked at the towering mass of concrete in front of him, reaching for his pocket, he pulled out a small black disc, branded with a red X

"I knew this would come in handy" he said and grinned, placing the disc over the two large grey blast doors and stepping back. The device bleeped a couple of times before going off, knocking the large doors over their hinges. He stepped in and filled his pockets with loads of glowing blue bars

"Kid, I got the one-fifteen, get your ass over here, NOW!" he radioed in

"I'm a little busy" came a reply "I got a little problem"

Dark looked at the huge raging creature in front of him and reached for his radio

"Make that a huge problem. Ready the time machine and set the temporal coordinates, I'll be there" he added and threw the device sideways

(S)

Night came down as Dark Matter stared at the mass of flesh in front of him. Whatever it was, it wasn't human; towering at thirty feet of grey spiky flesh, two glowing yellow eyes and a toothy grin. It resembled a human being, standing on two legs and having two arms, dressed in black metallic body armor and grinning towards the teen that stood in front of him, or almost, under him

"Dark Matter, we meet again, so to speak" said the creature; it mocked the teen who in response frowned

"Yeah, you might say that, but you may also say something else" he replied in the same tone

"Like what?" the beast looked amused

"You, are one UGLY motherfucker" he taunted and drew his sword; holding it with both hand, ready to duke it out with whatever it was that was standing in front of him

"Insolent child!" screamed the creature and hammered the earth with two yellow beams that escaped his eyes, resulting in a huge explosion that lit up the night

"Oh come on, you can do better than that" came a voice from the giant smoke cloud, the teen was floating in midair, about the same height as the creature's face

"How did you do that?" it asked. The teen chuckled and clutched his fists, forming two glowing black orbs around them

"You know, for something that came out of me, you don't know much about me" he screamed and unleashed a long barrage of black bolts of energy that hit the creature's face with tremendous explosions

"You will pay for your-"even before finishing his sentence, the beast was struck by a punch delivered by the teen, sending it's towering mass crashing into the sands of the desert.

"Are we fighting or chatting?" the teen charged from over the creature's head with a battle cry; holding his sword over his head aimed directly to the neck of the beast, but, before reaching it, he was swatted out of the sky like a giant fly by a giant grey palm and smacked into the ground, only to come back up again, escaping between the two large fingers and unleashing another wave of the black bolts, lighting up the dark skies with more explosions.

The creature protected its face with his hands and pushed towards the flying pest.

A yellow wave came out of the pair of hands, it hit the teen who fell to the ground yet again, and he jumped into the air, but was snatched in midair by the huge grey palm. The beast's grip on him tightened, threatening to break each and every bone from his ribcage and below, as both his arms were still free

"Any last words?" mocked the creature while grinning widely towards him

"Just three" replied the teen, grinning as wide as the thing. He raised both arms into the air, holding out the index finger and pinky of each closed fist

"Death from above!" he screamed. The creature seemed dumbfounded by sonly got the point as a wave of bombs hit its back, throwing it forwards. It roared with anger and turned back, only to see the two Thunderstorm jets fly overhead and make two opposite turns, coming to attack it from two different directions. An endless barrage of bullets hit it from both sides of its head, causing him to scream in pain and drop the teen on the ground. He didn't waste any time and bolted towards the bunker Alpha was hiding in, leaving Pyro and Kain to fight the beast

"I got him on my sights, firing" said Pyro and unleashed yet another burst of rounds from his jet's gun, realizing he was too close, he veered off, just to be hit by two yellow beams that cut off his right wing

"Mayday, Mayday, GOING DOW-" he let out before another blast of beams hit the jet's cockpit making it, and the jet itself, to go off in flames

"PYRO!" screamed the elder brother and set his Thunderstorm diving in towards the creature, firing all munitions he had on board towards the monstrosity, with no affect. Another set of beams hit him, sending him into a fireball that crashed into the towering creature, exploding in an inferno of red and orange, lighting up the dark desert for one last time

(S)

"Temporal coordinates are set, just put the damn thing on and GO" screamed the old man. Dark complied, putting on the silvery backpack and readying himself for the transport

"I'm not through with you yet!" boomed a scream. The top of the bunker exploded and the beast glared inside. Alpha grabbed a grenade out of his belt and threw at the creature, blinding it with a blast of white energy. It roared in anger and blasted the bunker completely with a yellow blast from its eyes. Sparks were emitted from the backpack, one, or more of the systems was destroyed, but it was too late to back down. The teen vanished into a red vortex.

The beast grinned to itself, victory was assured now, the rebel forces were crushed and the only person who actually posed a threat was lost in time, trapped forever in the past. It waved its giant hand and vanished into a tower of flames, leaving the dark sands of the desert as they were before, still, motionless, dead.

End chapter one! I know this doesn't look like much, but it will, TRUST ME. RavenOnline helped me a lot during the writing of his chapter, and he promised he will to the others as well. This will turn up as a great fanfiction work, I promise. Just remember to review and let me know what you think.

Bye!