It was a brisk winter morning and the hyperforce were up early as always to defend Shuggazoom from any upcoming dangers produced by the infamous Skeleton King. They had currently headed to the Savage Lands which were now covered in frost and snow due to the huge change in weather, closing in on a mutated bird-like beast with claws sharper than a butchers' blade and a screech that would wake the living dead.
The Hyperforce were pursueing the monster apprpriately named 'Birdtor' by Otto, to a canyon, shooting lasers at the creatures skeletal body making it arch and screech in pain. The team seperated in to their vessels to divide and conquer.

"Chiro! Status report!", The charcoal simian spoke through the speakers, it was a tough battle and it was proving hard to take down the beast in any kind of formation.
"The tanks are a bit battered but not done for yet, it seem to have a weak spot on it's back! Sprx! Gibson! go for an assualt while Nova and Otto keep him busy!", The young boy commanded through to the Fist Rockets.

The creature screeched in pure agony, stumbling forward and knocking everything in its path- even Gibson's Fist Rocket.
The vessel flew several miles in the air smashing into a nearby mountain causing a landslide in the process but all in all defeating Birdtor.

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A FEW MINUTES AFTER

"GIBSON!", the team had been yelling for the cerulean scientist to hear them while Otto had been taking apart the wreck that was the Fist Rocket to reach the cockpit. Minutes later the British monkey revealed covered in cuts and bruises, coughing and spluttering blood from his mouth while Antauri and Sprx pulled him from the wreck.

Otto worked on repairs while Antauri did his best to tend Gibson's injuries with help of other team mates and the battered monkey was now in a peaceful slumber, content dreaming.

The Super Robot was attached together again and Med Bay was prepared for Gibson and was under watch at all times. Three days later the blue monkey awoke to bright lights and other beings muttering to each other, hovering above him.
He heaved himself upwards, his head flailing a little catching the attention on his fellow team mates who steadied him to sit upright, awaiting for him to do something.

His coal coloured oculars scanned the room, taking in his surroundings until he finally spoke, "Where and who am i?", he asked quizzically, staring at them as if they were strangers not even speaking in his regular british accent.

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HOPE ITS GOOD SO FAR! I REALLY WANTED TO TRY A GIBOVA! A DECENT ONE SO I WILL TAKE ANY SUGGESTIONS! R&R!!!!!!!!!!!