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Soul Storm
Defying the Odds
"All right...show time" Michael said.
The group in charge of distracting had sneaked out onto the bow of the ship and were now ready.
"LAUNCH!" Michael said a moment later.
Together the three teams who were hiding by sun loungers so they would not be seen so easily.
Each of them launched their Beyblades which were now whizzing around the promenade deck, each Bitchip glowed brightly before releasing their Bitbeasts into the air causing quite the show.
The Crew easily noticed this and raised the alarm, Crew started scrambling into action and one was ordered to inform Mr Dickinson.
There was a knock on the door.
"Yes?" Mr Dickinson said and a Crewman came in.
"There's a disturbance on the bow promenade".
"I'll take care of it, thank you".
The man nodded and left, the door clicked closed.
"Oh, maybe you and your new friends should go and say hello?" Mr Dickinson asked turning his head to look over at the sofa.
At the Engineering Room, several crew members were called away leaving it relatively unguarded.
It was the same for the bridge, six Crew members were left out of the original twelve as the Crew scrambled onto the deck to attempt to capture the teams who were causing a disturbance.
Once the commotion had died down, the groups who were in sprung their traps to capture the Engine Room and Bridge.
Lee opened the door to the Engineering and the group sneaked in with the White Tigers in front with their stealth skills.
The South American and Canadian teams entered afterwards keeping quiet.
Quietly, they sneaked up and took out the Crew only making sure to knock them out using as little force as was required.
"Nicely done, okay...tell them to come in" Lee said.
"You can come in" a brown haired tall male said out the door.
Michael and Emily came in.
"Okay, we'll get to work".
"Hurry" Lee said.
"We don't exactly have degrees in this" she snapped back.
"Stop fighting and get on with it, Kenny is counting on us" a male with darker brown hair with green eyes from the Canadian team said, he was the Captain, he was called Alex.
Michael and Emily entered the control room, it was a room with buttons and switches from almost the floor to the ceiling with a control console in the middle with what looked like a throttle control and a steering wheel the size of a cookie.
All of the computer screens were blank.
"This is more complicated than I thought" Emily said.
Michael bent down and opened what looked like a draw to find a row of books and clip binders.
"Maybe these will help?"
He pulled out a book and put it on the short desk by the panels and opened it.
The book red "Emergency Generator start procedure".
The Bladebreakers, Majestics and the Earthquake five had a rather different approach to stealth applied by the White Tigers and others.
It was more charging and body tackling in something that looked coordinated but was almost a complete improvisation which resulted in the five Crew easily being overpowered and taken down.
It only took five minutes to secure the Bridge.
The Crew were locked in a storage area on the bridge which was used for storing charts and maps in case their advanced systems failed.
"No power yet" Kenny said sitting at a chair which looked like it had something to do with communications.
Now all they could do was wait.
They saw what was happening out front and some watched whilst others watched the doors preparing for a counter strike.
The group on the bow of the ship were successful in causing their distraction.
They were now surrounded but their Beyblades were spinning and no one dared to get close knowing full well what a Bitbeast could do to a human.
It would require a specialists approach and specialists they had.
A group of fourteen stepped closer and pushed past the group of Crew and stood at the front.
Tala raised his hand and spoke calmly.
"My master and his host Mr Dickinson require your presence at his cabin immediately".
There ranks had been bolstered by the VIP guests the crew had caught.
Four VIP guests had escaped and were hiding in the ship successfully avoiding the crew.
"Things...just got interesting" said a green haired male with blue eyes from the Australian team, his name Lucas.
Things were roughly even, the Crew stepped back.
"Were not going anywhere" Rick shouted back and pressed his finger to the play button on his boom box and turned up the volume.
"I think its time we got this started" he said.
The collective group stepped closer to them and the teams used their Bitbeasts to shield themselves from any attempt at an attack.
"Very well...maybe we can convince you" Tala said.
"Why are you like this?" Eddie asked.
"You will know soon enough, I guarantee that" Tala responded stepping closer.
The energy started building up around the group.
"STAY BACK!" Steve shouted pushing Trihorn out.
The energies between the group facing the three teams intensified.
"Hang in there!"
The energies from the Bitbeasts and the group combined causing an energy shock wave knocking everyone in the local area back.
Slowly they got to their feet with ears still ringing.
The Beyblades were still spinning and the Bitbeasts stood defiant.
"They wont get through!" Eddie shouted.
Shell shocked but strong, the group held fast.
"Tala and a group showed...we wont have long" Tyson said.
"Come on down there" Kenny said tapping his fingers against the desk.
All they could do was wait, the door to the bridge had been secured to prevent anyone attempting to retake it.
Now they weren't even sure if people knew they had successfully taken over crucial parts of the ship.
"Okay...we've primed it...why wont it start?"
"Is the fuel line blocked? We did turn it on".
"Oh...haha...now it is" Michael replied.
Emily sighed.
"Focus, or were in trouble".
Michael turned the tap fully opening the half open valve to allow the proper amount in.
"In my defence I had partly opened it".
"Partly doesn't work Parker!" she snapped using his last name.
Emily pushed the green start button.
A siren wailed for a brief moment before lights clicked on displays as the generator kicked into life.
"And that is how you do that" Micheal said stepping back.
"Partial power is restored...Kenny should be able to get a signal out now".
"I don't think we should hang around here for long...someone must know the power is back on" Lee reminded them.
The group nodded, they would hold for a few minutes
In the bridge, lights flickered on and the bridge systems slowly started activating.
"They did it!" Kenny said.
He picked up the microphone pressing some buttons.
"Okay, let me try..."
Kenny pressed the push to talk button.
"This is the... Proditor...please...we need help!"
There was no response, only static.
He tried again but was only met by more static.
"Sure its working chief?" Tyson asked.
"Yeah its working...if I know how this works, I got through on that Lighthouse, didn't I?" Kenny said remembering the Island.
"If I remember it wasn't plugged in that time" Kai said.
"No, its definitely working".
Kenny tried again before a voice returned his communication.
The group were surrounded, it was clear that the World class Beybladers would hold their own longer than those new to the circuit but each had a Bitbeast and were in there own rights, pretty powerful.
"Damn, we gotta push back!" a member from the New Zealand team said.
It was an almost equal fight but slowly they managed to gain the upper ground thanks to the fact they had one more Beyblader than they had in there group.
"The power's back!" Rick shouted noticing an occasional light.
"That means Kenny is calling for help" another said
"Okay...we gotta push these guys back...we did our job!" Eddie shouted
With a summoning of strength, half of Tala's ensemble had been disposed of and now lied on the floor out cold or dizzy.
Tala, Spencer and Ian stood firm and slowly began stepping towards them, unfazed by the strength they were using, it didn't look good right at the moment things should be looking good.
Author notes
Beywriter: Things get better...or do they get worse?
Story-Beywriter
Editor-Lirin Sama
