Whoa its 2016...huh...anyways on with the story.
-It was without question the most exhilarating experience I ever felt. The wind in my face, at the top of the Prium. I could see all that New Chloris had to offer. I could see and hear the sounds of the people and all this country has to offer. Doug turned to me and punched my shoulder, that lousy maverick. He laughed and so did I.
We looked down over the edge. He asked if I'd see anything more spectacular. I told him I didn't know. It's true. I didn't. When I'd first come to Rhode Island I wore the face I had now. A sort of awe that was soon burnt off. But here there was no disappointment.
Doug turned and pointed at the Kingdom. He bet me we'd never see anything better than the view just now. I laughed. I had to agree. It's a good life we live, I told him. He agreed-
"Terry, put that back." Thomas ordered. "You're invading his privacy."
"Pfft." Terry shrugged as he turned the codex's page. "Relax bro. It's not a diary or anything."
"No. That's exactly what that is. A boy's diary." Thomas said a matter of fact.
"I gotta admit. It's nicely written." Terry sounded impressed as he flipped through the codex's pages. "Vivid and laced with sensory details. Nice."
Terry set Nolan's Codex back where he found it. The pair had gone off to the tree house's kitchen in search of snacks for the group. They'd found it, but then Terry stumbled upon the book. "We'd best head back." Thomas gestured to the six pack of soda he had in his possession. "They're probably wondering what's taking so long."
Back in Nolan's work room, Nolan sat behind a computer, scrolling through archive data centering on old Teen Hideouts in Rhode Island. Josh leaned against a nearby wall, fiddling with the straps of his sling, hoping to alleviate his broken arm anymore discomfort.
"How've you been anyways?" Nolan asked, breaking the silence.
Josh fidgeted slightly, shifting his weight in order to lean against the wall more comfortably. "Things could be better." He admitted with a sigh. "I hear Numbuh 274 will be starting up Sector N again. He asked for me to lead them. But I don't know…"
"Too many painful memories?" Nolan asked, earning a nod in response. "I never got to say sorry."
"You've got nothing to apologize for." Josh muttered. "You like everyone else were duped. No one could've known about the truth."
"That's not what I meant." Nolan spun his chair in order to face Josh. "I'm sorry about your friends."
Josh let his head hang low. He bit his lip and sighed. "Thanks."
"If you ever need to talk, I'm there for you." Nolan swung his seat back around. "Talking helps."
Josh sighed and nodded. He was about to thank Nolan for the offer, only for a loud siren to blare within the room. A light mounted on the side of the wall began to blink rapidly.
"What's going on?!" Josh shouted over the alarm.
"Give me a sec." Nolan jumped up out of his chair and ran to a control box near the room's entrance. He opened the box and pulled a lever, shutting off the alarm. Nolan glanced over his shoulder up at the light on the wall. He looked back in the box and began to flip all of the switches until the light shut off. "I need to uninstall that." Nolan muttered as he returned to his seat.
"So… what are we supposed to make of that?" Josh asked as he rubbed his right ear. "Could've blew an eardrum with that racket."
"Nothing to be concerned with for the time being." Nolan said firmly.
"Did someone yell 'Fire Hazard?' I sure hope not." Terry questioned as he and Thomas ran into the room.
"Relax." Josh held up his one good arm. "Nolan says it's nothing."
"Still. Wouldn't hurt to inform us what's up with the loud noises. We were just coming back with our sodas - not reading anything of yours because that would be silly – and then all of a sudden stuff happened. So what gives?" Terry turned to Nolan for an explanation.
Nolan raised a brow at most of what Terry had just said, but instead of prying, he decided to just explain rather than sort out whatever mess Terry had caused while he was out of his sight.
"It's a tripwire alarm system." Nolan glanced over his shoulder, turning his attention away from the computer screen. "Numbuh 416 set it up. Outside somewhere in Rhode Island, somethings going down."
"Now that doesn't sound like 'nothing'." Terry directed a mock frown at Josh.
"Should we investigate?" Thomas asked as he passed out the sodas.
"We know Mary's in Rhode Island, who knows, this might be the break we need to catch her." Terry said, earning an approving grunt from Josh.
"There's a radio on my work bench. Teen Ninja stuff. Whatever it is they'll be chatting about it." Nolan pointed over to the other side of the room to his cluttered work bench.
Thomas quickly closed the distance between himself and the work area and began to fish out the radio from the resting junk. "Which frequency?" Thomas asked as he pried the radio from the mess.
"117.2. Let it play."
"-kzzt-This is Tornado!-kzzt-Situation-kzzt-The Q!-kzzt-Two KN dorks-kzzt-terminate!"
Josh looked to Nolan, who was staring bitterly at the computer screen. "You know what they were talking about?" Josh asked, earning a nod for confirmation. "Where's the armory?"
Nolan stood up from his seat. "Down the hall to the right."
The Q's Parking Lot
With a burning bookstore behind them and a crowd of visibly peeved Teen Ninjas in front of them, Carol realized there would be no quick escape for both her and Numbuh 3:16.
"Thanks for grabbing the hard drive." Teen Tornado pointed to the desktop in Carol's hands. "Saves us a lot of effort rebuilding and what not." He said cockily.
Having followed Numbuh 3:16, Kayla watched the scene develop from a nearby rooftop. In short, she could tell the two operatives were screwed. The two of them versus the lot of those teens, they'd best say their prayers and hope that whatever faith they subscribed to was real.
Unless Kayla intervened. She'd come to Rhode Island for her own personal vendettas, the last thing she needed to do was get wound up in someone else's problems. For a little longer she watched the standoff, knowing that her decision was already made the moment she joined the KND.
"You owe me for this one Journeyman." She muttered as she took aim at the nearest teen. She pulled the trigger.
The teen in particular had no idea what had hit him, but there was suddenly a sharp pain in his arm. He'd turned to find there was a pencil lodged in his arm. There was another shot, another pencil struck him in the leg and then another shot resulting in a pencil striking his thigh.
"Sniper on the roof!" The teen shouted before falling over in pain.
Half the teens took aim at the roof and began to open fire on Kayla's position.
There was a familiar sound off in the distance. Carol looked upward and smiled. Passing by overhead was a KND S.P.R.A.Y.S.H.I.P.
'What luck', Carol mused at the sight. Quickly, Carol reached into her combat satchel and removed a flare gun from the contents. She raised it into the air and pulled the trigger.
Violet McCleary sat in the pilot seat, peering over the side of her ship in search of a mini-mart to land on so she could begin her search for the ones responsible for her mutation. Out of the corner of her cat-like eye, Violet spotted a flare streaking the air.
Violet glanced downward, seeing a large number of Teen Ninjas firing off in one direction while they cornered two kids around her age outside of a burning bookstore. The sight of so many Teen Ninjas was all the explanation Violet needed. Her ship dived downward and she activated the gun controls. A lollipop machine gun protruded from beneath the ship and Violet pulled the trigger, streaking past the teens and causing them to scatter lest be caught in the hail of sugary sweets.
"Joe Steve, Blaire!" Teen Tornado barked. "Get to your Bikes and take out that ship before it makes another pass!"
"On it boss!" The three teens shouted simultaneously. The three teens ran over to their parked bicyles and mounted them. They all hit switches on the handlebars, causing metallic platting to cover emerge outward and cover them. Rockets and wings sprang out of the metal, giving the bikes plane like featues. The Bikes took off into the air, engaging the 2x4 aircraft in a dogfight.
"Now back to you guys." Teen Tornado returned his attention to the duo of operatives.
"Yes. Back to us." Numbuh 3:16 muttered lowly. He glared at Teen Tornado. "Your sins radiate off of you. Know that I will take no particular joy from this battle. But your defeat will make this a nicer world to live in."
Numbuh 3:16 reached for the weapon on his back, releasing it from the cloth, revealing a centuries old scabbard. Calmly, Numbuh 3:16 drew a broadsword from the scabbard and then returned the scabbard to his back. He raised the silver and golden broadsword with two hands and took a fighting stance.
"Well crud." A teen muttered at the sight of a kid with a broadsword.
Carol drew her sidearm, her S.P.I.C.E.R. and shot at the teens, providing covering fire for Numbuh 3:16 as he charged at Teen Tornado.
Numbuh 3:16 swung at the spandex wearing teen, who in turn dodge his swings expertly. "Reminds me of jump rope!" Teen Tornado said aloud with a smirk.
"Quit dodging and fight me sinner!" Numbuh 3:16 shouted as he swung once more.
"Only because you asked." Teen Tornado jumped backwards, getting some distance between himself and Numbuh 3:16. He raised his right arm and began to spin it. Before Numbuh 3:16's eyes, a tornado formed from Teen Tornado's had, shooting right out and striking him, sucking him into the vortex and throwing him aside.
"Get the girl. Don't harm the hard drive." Teen Tornado ordered his teens coolly. The teens began to advance, only to be halted by Carol's S.P.I.C.E.R. "Circle around you idiots!" Teen Tornado shouted angrily.
"You couldn't even lead a parade Tornado." A voice said aloud, causing Teen Tornado's eyes to widen visibly behind his sunglasses.
An onslaught of mustard and laser fire shot out from behind Carol, striking at the teens, forcing them to back up. Teen Tornado's lower body created a small cyclone which he used to dodge the oncoming projectiles with ease.
"Carol." An all too familiar voice said her name. Carol glanced over shoulder before shifting her position to face the pale raven haired boy.
"Nolan." Carol muttered, unsure how to proceed.
Numbuh 2030 shot a look at the burning bookstore, turning his head back around to Numbuh C4, demanding an explanation.
"Would you believe that wasn't my idea?" Carol asked sheepishly.
"Depends how you phrased it. One on your left."
"I've got him." Carol replied coolly before dodging an oncoming punch from a Teen Ninja. The Spy Sector Operative kicked at the Teen Ninja's knee from the side, causing his footing to falter. Carol then leapt in the air, she balled her fist and then brought it down against the side of the teen's jaw.
There was an audible crack when her punch connected. Then teen's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his jaw sagged, visibly dislocated. The teen fell aside, paralyzed by the pain.
"Talk later. Fight now!" Carol shouted before both she and Nolan leapt at the oncoming teens.
Numbuh 3:16 raised his mighty broadsword and stabbed downward into the blacktop. The boy knelt on one knee and shut his eyes. His head descended, pressing his forehead against the crossguard. Numbuh 3:1 then began to pray.
"Heavenly father, please give me strength." He said as low as a whisper.
The fight appeared to be going the operative's way, but the teens began to regroup.
"Your loyal servant is need of your divine assistance." The clouds above began to darken amidst Numbuh 3:16's words. There was the sound of thunder. A streak of lightning shot out of the clouds and struck the hilt of the broadsword. The sword itself began to shine, Numbuh 3:16 himself appeared unaffected. "Amen." He muttered and opened his eyes.
Fiercely, Numbuh 3:16 shot off the ground, ripping the broadsword out of the earth. With all his might, Numbuh 3:16 swung the broadsword at the Teen's direction. Lightning shot out of the tip of the blade. The stored force of nature stuck the massing teens, exploding on impact, sending many flying.
Numbuh 3:16 himself planted the sword into the earth once more and let out a tired breathe. He glance down at his stained red white cross apart of his black outfit. With nothing more to give, Numbuh 3:16 decide to rest where he knelt, not once removing his hands from his blade.
"What the heck was that?" Violet asked aloud to herself. She'd caught sight of the lightning streaking past her 2x4 aircraft as she and the teen's duked it out in the skies. She'd caught sight of caught sight of the teens being flung around by lighting that hadn't hit them.
Distracted by the sight, Violet was caught unaware by one of the remaining Bikes. The Bike shot full speed from Violet's left side, slamming into her ship and cutting it perfectly in two. The cockpit spun and began to dive while the back of the S.P.R.A.Y.S.H.I.P. jetted out of control over the horizon.
Violet reached out for the 'eject' button, straining against the force of the spin. She punched the glass protecting the button, breaking it and activating it. The glass above violet broke off and the seat she sat in shot straight outward like a bullet.
The parachute kicked out of the pack behind her seat, evening out her horizontal descent to a more vertical. Violet grumbled a curse, reflecting on the number of S.P.R.A.Y.S.H.I.P.s she'd gone through in the past month or so. No doubt the requisitions officer on the Moon Base would decline her another ship.
"C'mon bro help out!" Terry shouted as he punched a Teen in the crotch. "You're a pacifier! Pacify these guys!"
"That's not what I said and you know it!" Thomas shouted from where he stood on the sidewalk.
"You seem to be taking this turn of events in stride." Nolan commented as he shot at a teen with a M.U.S.K.E.T.
"We wouldn't be doing our jobs if we weren't fighting teens." Carol chuckled.
"I still can't get over how there's a bookstore burning behind us." Terry laughed as he shot a charging Teen with a S.C.A.M.P.P. "That's so metal. Madame of mystery you have my upmost respect!"
"Again I had nothing to do with that."
"I withdraw my respect then."
Kayla moved along the surrounding rooftops, taking aim and shooting the Teen's from the side with her sniper rifle. One of Kayla's sharpened pencil ammunition struck near Teen Tornado's foot, catching the teen ninja's attention.
The orange haired teen glared at the operative through his purple tinted sunglasses. He aimed his arms in her direction and began to quickly spin them, producing two tiny tornados. He set them of their leash and Kayla watched in horror as the tornados came her way.
The tornados and forceful winds tugged at Kayla. It was far too much for the girl and pulled her off the roof. The tornados began to die down and flung her at the other operatives, particularly knocking over Josh.
Josh shouted in pain as he fell on his arm. Much to his dismay, as he pulled himself up, Josh found his sling had torn.
"A little help here?!" Nolan looked to the side, seeing where the pilot of the S.P.R.A.Y.S.H.I.P. had landed. "Preferably any Kids Next Door."
"Hold tight I'm on my way!" Nolan shouted as he ran off to aid Violet. He approached Violet, who was covered by her parachute. He threw the parachute over, finding Violet had landed awkwardly. Her right foot was caught between the blacktop and the chair itself.
"I think it's sprained." Violet referred to her foot.
"…You have cat ears?" Nolan asked awkwardly.
"Yes and they're real! Now quit gawking and help me up!" She shouted.
"We need to retreat!" Josh shouted as he desperately attempted to restring his sling. "Whatever did you do to piss them off so bad?!"
"Take a gander to my satchel!" Carol ordered as they began to back up away from the teens.
Josh did so, eyeing the desktop computer sitting comfortably in her bag. "What exactly we dealing with intel wise? Perhaps any safe houses or hideouts? Popular teen hangouts?"
"Christ, what's with you we're fighting people!" Carol
"Don't you dare use the lord's name in vain!" Numbuh 3:16 shouted weakly as Thomas and Terry ran over to collect him and his broadsword.
"Cool it. Save your strength there. You can yell at whoever you want later when we get out of this mess." Thomas said, he and his brother lifted Numbuh 3:16 off the ground.
"Sorry." Josh apologized as he aided the Carol in fending off a Teen Ninja with nun chucks. "I'm a little invested." He muttered as charged the teen head first, head-butting him in the gut.
It looked rather bleak. Though Carol herself was still standing, all those beside her were worse for wear. Kayla picked herself up off the ground and ran to the front beside Carol and Josh, taking aim with her rifle and shooting at the teens. More and more were arriving by Bike.
"Where the heck are we going to run?" Kayla, the sniper, demanded to know as she fired at the Bikes in the air.
"The Tree House." Carol and Kayla spared a look over their shoulder, seeing Nolan helping Violet to her feet. "Sector Q is still operational."
Carol looked to Kayla. "Run ahead of us and provide cover."
"I am better a long rage." Kayla agreed. With that said, Kayla took off, leading the way to the giant treehouse over the horizon.
"That's going to be a heck of a walk!" Carol shouted.
"What? No!" Nolan shouted in confusion. "No we flew here! We brought a helicopter!"
Carol halted her mustard gun onslaught to share the questioning look that had formed on her face with Nolan. "Well where is it!"
Kayla ran past Terry and Thomas, who were carrying Numbuh 3:16 over their shoulders. Thomas began to shout at Kayla in an attempt to warn her, only for the sniper to run into an invisible wall. Kayla fell back and landed on her butt. She set her gun aside and held her forehead in pain.
"OW!" She shouted. "The heck just happened?!"
"How do you think I get around in this stupid state?!" Kayla turned to see Nolan fast approaching, aiding the limping Violet with Carol and Josh covering them. Nolan dug in his pocket and produced what appeared to be a key chain. Nolan pressed a button on an object attached to the chain, causing the invisible wall Kayla had run into to become visible, revealing a 2x4 Helicopter.
"Teen Ninjas keep trying to shoot me out of the sky. I had to do something to rectify that." Nolan said as Kayla reached for the door, pulling it open.
"I've never seen a ship like this before." Kayla commented as she hopped into the helicopter. She turned to the siblings and Numbuh 3:16, extending her arms, offering to help the boy in black into the ship.
Nolan helped Violet into the helicopter. As soon as she was firmly sitting on the metal flooring, Nolan ran to the pilot seat and began the preparations to take off. The twins hopped into the helicopter next, Thomas moving to aid Kayla with Numbuh 3:16 while Terry provided cover fire for Josh and Carol as they dashed to the helicopter.
"We're in!" Josh shouted as they jumped into the helicopter. Terry reached for the door, shutting it after them.
Carol climbed over to the cockpit, taking the copilots seat. She sat down and strapped one her seatbelt, placing her satchel on the floor between her legs. "Nolan, Helicopter us the hell out of here!" Carol cried.
"Language." Numbuh 3:16 muttered sternly.
"Hang on." Nolan muttered lowly as the rotors kicked on. The helicopter jerked upwards, dodging a hail of laser fire. "And now we fade." Nolan said as he pressed the button on the keychain once more.
Before the Teen's eyes, the helicopter vanished without a trace.
"No!" Teen Tornado shouted.
"Shouldn't we follow sir?" A teen spoke up. We know where they're heading."
"And get blasted by their tree house's defense system? No way!" Teen Tornado said angrily. "C'mon guys, let's go get a soda or sumthin'."
With that, the Teen Ninjas picked up their wounded and vacated the parking lot. Behind both parties, The Q Bookstore burned to pieces.
And so most of the team is together! I took some inspiration on how they met from the original Teen Titans show. How something happens and they all sort of just wonder in because they're all just nice people. Anyways, I hope to get the next chapter out soon. And next chapter we should have the entire team together and more! 'Til next time! Later days!