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Kidnapped

Jet smiled, lifting the burger that was half the height of his head. "I love the food here. So greasy and unhealthy. It's perfect."

He streatched his mouth open, squeezing the burger before managing to take a huge bit that was comparitively small considering the size of the burger itself. He hummed in satisfaction, taking another bite, then another. Just as he set the burger down, he glanced at his soda, seeing it tremble in the glass. His eyes narrowed. Impact tremor. He closed his eyes, listening, and just barely caught the sound of an explosion over the chaos of the city. He sighed, tapping his watch and calling Lance.

"What's up?" Lance asked.

"I think something just came through," Jet said.

"Really?" Lance asked. "Octus hasn't called. So, unless he's distracted by Kimmy-"

"What does Kimmy have to do with anything?" Jet asked, raising an eyebrow."

"She's at the house having Octus tutor her," Lance said.

"Lovely," Jet sighed. "I'm going to go check it out. I'll cacall you if I need you."

"Alright," Lance said.

Jet took another bite of his burger before dropping too much money on the table and left. He started his bike and sped off before anyone could question him, and within minutes, he'd found a part of the city that was completely blacked out. As soon as he entered it, however, his bike shut off. He squeezed the brake, slowing to a stop before narrowing his eyes. He set the kickstand, then activated his armor. He took a deep breath before flying up over the buildings. Almost as soon as he had, he saw it. A massive, brown creature with what looked like wings on the top, tentacles, huge, jagged teeth, four pink eyes, claws, and pink electricity sparking along its tentacles. He sighed. He was barely an insect to it, but he could at least stall until the others formed Titan.

He shot forward, firing a half-dozen rockets. They exploded against it, but other than making it roar in pain, it did little else. He flew around it, avoiding a swipe of its arm, and formed a sword, slashing it along the back. It spun, swatting him away, and he exploded into the ground. He raised his left arm, its minigun opening fire instantly, only for the shots to do as little as his sword, which had left little more than a papercut. The creature roared, moving to step on him and he engaged his thrusters again, avoiding it. He shot down past its eyes, slashing two of them, then flew away as the thing howled in pain. Even for a giant monster, the eyes were weak and sensitive. He turned to fly back around, only for a bolt of lightning to slam into him, blasting him into the ground. He groaned and deactivated his armor just before Titan's foot exploded into the creature's face, throwing it backward. They leapt after it, slamming a punch down into the ground, but as it stood, its tail shattered the ground. Dozens of relatively small pink tentacles began to wave on top of its head, electricity striking the debris and making it hover over the creature. However, before it could send it all at Titan, Jet reactivated his Manus armor and shot over its head, his two swords shredding the tentacles. The tatail crashed into him just as he finished, but the debris all crashed down on the creature. Then, Titan grabbed it by the tail and spun, flinging it into the air before blasting it with a laser cannon from its right arm, making it explode into countless pieces, which fell around the city, burning away as they did. Jet sighed pushing himself up and flying to his bike before deactivating his armor. His bike started up perfectly, so he drove back to the house and sighed, grabbing an ice pack out of the freezer for where he'd hit his head every time he was hit.

"You owe me a giant cheeseburher, Octus," Jet said.

"Why me?" Octus asked.

"Was someone else supposed to be monitoring the Rift Gate?" Jet asked.

"Fair enough," Octus sighed.

Jet nodded and walked into the living room to relax for a while before bed.

Jet narrowed his eyes as the front door swung open. Amateurs. Not even waiting to see if everyone was asleep before entering. Granted, he had to give them credit for having found them. This group, whoever they were, were almost no joke.

The troops rushed up the stairs, all of them armed with what looked like a submachine gun, wearing red, and with a metal helmet that included a face, reminding him of the Galalunian military's helmets. He waited beside his door, opposite where it would swing when opened, and resisted the urge to use his ring or bracelet. At least, for now.

Finally, the door was kicked open and half a dozen troops flooded in, only for him to drop them with a handful of punches, kicks, knees, and elbows. He swoped what looked like a pistol and shot one of the troops still standing, only for the gun to fire some kind of expanding black ring. The moment the ring clicked shut around them, the person dropped. He shot two more before tossing it aside in of one of the submachine guns, but just as he was about to fire, a man with long white hair, dark red glasses, a gaunt face, and a black hat and trench coat stepped into the room, kicking it aside before drawing one of the ring-firing pistols and placing three around Jet before he'd even realized he'd moved.

"You're good," the man said. "Just not good enough."

Jet felt his consciousness fading and lunged, ramming his head into the man's nose and cracking his glasses. However, the moment his head connected, darkness swallowed him.

Jet groaned as he stirred. His skull felt cracked from where he'd rammed the guy who shot him, but otherwise, hisain complaint was the general aches and pains he felt. That, and the metal slab they had him laying on. He looked around, nodding a greeting to Lance and Ilana, both of whom were still in their sleepwear and watching him. For Lance, that meant his boxers, while Ilana was wearing purple pajamas. Jet was somewhere in the middle with fuzzy black pajama pants but no shirt. And, in fact, he was missing his ring and bracelet, too.

"I take it we lost," Jet said.

Lance nodded, punching the energy barrier serving as a door to his cell. It produced an oddly musical electronic tone and a ring of light spread a few inches from his fist, but that was all. The walls of the cells were different. Some kind of very thick green glass, that he doubtee he'd be able to get through without an explosive. Probably a good-sized one.

As he stood, the door to his left opened and a pair of the same troops as had broken into their house walked in, armed with the same kind of ring-firing pistol as they'd used to capture them. One of them deactivated the barrier, and the moment he did, the other placed a ring around Lance's wrists, effectively handcuffing him. The other beckoned him out of the cell and Lance narrowed his eyes, walking toward the door.

"Lance!" Ilana said, worriedly.

"Don't worry," Lance said darkly. "I won't be long."

Ilana nodded as Lance was guided out of the room, and Jet glanced at Ilana.

"He'll be fine," Jet said. "Lance is a prodigy at everything."

"I know," Ilana said, worry clear on her face. "But I'm still worried."

"I can tell," Jet nodded, smiling slightly. "I'd almost believe he was more than a bodyguard."

Ilana's cheeks went pink and she glamced at him, then looked away. "That wouldn't be peoper. I'm a Princess and he's only a corporal. Besides, he's stubborn, brutish, quick-tempered, he never does what anyone says-"

"He's male, good-looking, protective, loyal without question," Jet listed. "Oh, yes, I can't imagine a less appealing prospective suitor." His smirk faded and he dropped his voice to a mutter. "Except me."

Ilana frowned. "You were there after the invasion. What was it like?"

"Rough," Jet said. "The resistance was hiding the civilians, and fighting where we could, but without our big toys, it was a stacked fight. We were all so sure you two were off on some super-dangerous mission. That's why I was sent as reonforcements. It wasn't aupposed to be just me, though. Isa...She was supposed to come with me. She should have come instead of me. You wouldn't be here if she had. You'd probably have found a way to save our home by now, if she had."

"She?" Ilana asked, just as the door opened and another peisoner was brought in.

Thia one had long white hair, a short-sleeved blue jumpsuit, black gloves, black shoes, and a muscular build. He lay motionless for a while, and Jet motioned for Ilana to say nothing. Ilana nodded and they waited in silence. Finally, after nearly ten minutes, the man began to cough and pushed himself up, heaving himself heavily onto his cell's bed.

"You alright, buddy?" Jet asked. "One too many shots?"

The man groaned out a chuckle. "One too many beers, maybe." He sat back against the wall, allowing Jet to see the broken nose, blackened eye, and fat lip.

"I see you took that complimentary massage, huh?" Jet smirked, forcing uimself to exude arrogance. "Looks like it might be a little too much deep muscle tenderizing for me."

The man sighed, shaking his head. "I doubt your sense of humor will withstand this place."

"We'll see about that," Jet smirked.

"Worried about your friend?" the man asked, Jet glancing at Ilana. "He might get roughed up a bit, but...he'll be okay."

"What...is this place?" Ilana asked.

"G3," the man said, opening his eyes to look at her for the first time.

"G3?" Ilana asked. "What's that?"

"Galactic Guardian Group," the man said, standing and beginning to stretch his arms. "Not surprised you haven't heard of them. They keep under the radar. They're a non-governmental security agency whose goal is to protect the Earth from intergalactic enemies."

"What do they want with us?" Ilana asked

"Well, I know why I'm here," the man said, sitting back down and leaning against the wall again. "So you must be an alien or...someone made a huge mistake."

"You're pretty well-informed," Jet said. "You recovered pretty quick from having to scrape yourself off the floor to being able to stand up and stretch with no fatigue or strain."

Ilana stared at Jet in confusion.

"Not bad," the man nodded. "I admit, I was putting on a little bit of a show. It takes more than a...deep muscle massage to the face to keep me down. But I want the guards to think I'm weak. Makes them drop their defenses."

Jet nodded slowly. "Fair enough."

"Name's Kane," the man said.

"Jet," Jet introduced himself.

"Ilana," Ilana said, less than a second before the door exploded, Kane jumping up in surprise. "Oh, and here's Lance."

A G3 trooper sailed backward out of the smoke, skidding along the floor before stopping. Gunfire and shouts echoed from the hallway for a moment before Lance ran into the room, face beated bloody but wearing a red jumpsuit and holding a submachine gun. Ilana gasped as she saw his face, but he shook his head.

"I'm alright," he said, glancing at the controls for her cell. "Stand back."

She stepped back and he blasted the controls with a short burst of energy blasts. The barrier faded and she through her arms around him.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, cupping the side of his face, only for him to pull back, wincing.

"Let's go," Lance said. "We gotta move."

Jet cleared his throat and Lance blasted his cell's controls, too. However, as he turned to free Kane, Jet stopped him.

"Leave him," Jet said, picking up the unconscious soldier's blaster. "He's with G3."

"How do you know?" Lance asked.

"Ever woken up from a broken nose but been able to jump up and move around like it was nothing before?" Jet asked.

"No," Lance said.

"Me neither," Jet said. "However, our friend here broke his nose against my head when we were being taken, so now, a day or so later, he's moving just fine, and trying to pretend he got the G3 Special Face Lift."

"Alright, so, he's the G3's boss?" Lance asked.

"Maybe," Jet said. "Either way, he's dangerous. Leave him in there. At worst, we get a couplw minutes' head start."

"You're quite mistaken," Kane said.

"Sorry, buddy," Lance said. "You heard the man."

The three of them sprinted out of room, leaving Kane behind.

"I know where your stuff is!" Kane shouted.

"Supicious!" Jet shoutedshouted back, then jumped as he reached a corner, slamming a kick into a G3 troop's head and dropping him before shooting the other, noticing the shots only stunned him. "Stunning rounds? They were underestimating us."

"Complain about their choice of ammunition later," Lance said. "We need to find our communicators."

"And my watch and bracelet," Jet said. "I'm not leaving without them."

"What's so special about them?" Ilana asked. "You never told me what they do."

"He's right," Lance said. "We can't leave without them. Function aside, they're a gift from someone very important to him."

Ilana nodded, and as they continued to run, glanced at Jet. "You didn't abandon anyone. You were chosen to do something you all viewed as equally important. You didn't abanson her."

"As I left, she was fighting a whole army alone," Jet said. "She's dead now because I decided to leave anyway, instead of helping her fight, or taking her place. She's dead because I was a coward."

Ilana opened her mouth, but fell silent again instantly. After a few more minutes, they turned through a door and slowed to a stop as they found holo screens playing recordings of Titan's fights, and the far wall of the enormous room was lined with Lance and Ilana's ship and bits of the different Mutraddi Titan had defeated, all of it illuminated by the glowing blue floor. Just as they arrived, a vent opened and Kane dropped in, holding an energy rifle, bearing a few new bruises, and leaving an unconscious soldier hanging halfway out of the vent.

"You were half right," Kane said. "I did used to work for G3. But we had a...falling out."

Just then, the door behind Kane hissed open and he spun, only for half a dozen shots to fly into the room, blasting the three guns, the other shots whizzing past. All four leapt into combat instantly. Jet kicked downward on a gun's carrying handle, knocking the soldier to the ground before slamming a roundhouse kick into the one behind him. He stomoed on the one he'd knocked down, feeling his back break before slipping the gun into the air, then kicking it into another troop's face. Two of them charged from the sides, but he shattered one's eyeshield with an elbow, at least knocking him out, if not blinding him, then lunged to the other, drilling a straight punch into his solar plesus. He stood, grabbing the troop by the arm and spun, slinging him into a group of troops just in time to see Lance and Kane fighting beside each other, their movements matching each other's like a mirror.

"How did you learn to fight like that?" Lance asked.

"How did you?" Kane asked.

Jet narrowed his eyes, spinning and windmill kicking the last conscious trooper in the head before kneeling and picking up a blaster, training it on Kane. "Our stuff, now."

Kane nodded. "It's a bit further."

"Directions," Jet said. "You're not leading us into a trap."

Kane narrowed his eyes, shaking his head. "Out the door, take a left. Half a mile, then down the fourth floor hatch. At the bottom, facing the ladder, go left. In five hundred feet, there's a passageway on the left. Three hundred feet through that, drop through a grate. Another quarter of a mile-"

"Alright, stop," Jet said. "Lead."

Kane nodded and they followed him as far as the ladder before Jet and Lance both nodded, Lance and Ilana heading right.

"You're going the wrong way!" Kane said.

"No," Jet said. "I'm going to collect our gear and then meet up with them. This way, even if you lead me to a trap, they can save me."

Kane hesitated before nodding. "This way."

He continued to lead Jet, and Jet kept his barrel aimed at Kane. Finally, they stopped as they reached a lab where all of their watches and Jet's personal weapons were being scanned. Jet shot forward, slamming the butt of his rifle into the scientist's head, knocking him out, thwn pocketted Lance and Ilana's watched, putting his own weapons on.

"So what's so special about those things?" Kane asked.

Jet tossed his borrowed gun aside, his bracelet expanding into its Galalunian equivalent that was his basic all rounder.

Kane's jaw dropped before he nodded. "Alright. Worth the trip."

Jet smirked and took a step forward, only to freeze, staring at a pair of black bangles sitting on a tray off to his right. They were vibrating slightly, rattling the tray, and when he walked over to them, the vibrating grew stonger.

"Isabella," Jet breathed.

"You recognize those things?" Kane asked.

Jet spun, slamming a pushkick into Kane and hurling him into the wall, then stepped forward, his gun compacting back into a bracelet as his ring grew into a sword with the edge very serated. "Where...is...she!?"

Kane's eyes widened before he sighed. "In the medbay, on life support. That last monster, the one with elwctrical abilities, she came through sticking to its back in a full space suit and with those as a sword and chains, holding her on. The suit protected her from the flames, and the worst of the radiation and electricity, but her internal organs still suffered terribly. We have a procedure which can maybe save her, assuming our physiologies are the same, but at this point she's too weak to try it. It would probably kill her."

Jet gripped the swird tightly, panting in rage and indecision, then spin, the sword becoming a metal rod that he began to beat the machinery around him with. Finally, he sighed. "Get me to Lance and Ilana, help me get them out of here, and...I'll stay and tell you about our species. I won't tell you everything, but I'll tell you enough."

"And in exchange, you want her saved," Kane said.

"Yes," Jet nodded. "If she dies, or if you try to take any of my weapons again, I'll kill everyone here. Understood?"

"Understood," Kane nodded. "This way."

They raced through the prison together before finally reaching a hangar of some sort, just as it was absolutely flooded with G3 troops. Jet and Kane leapt to a pair of wires, swinging to the ground as Jet tossed the other two their watches. However, instead of activating his own with them, he slipped Isabella's bracelets on, tanded them onto a dome of hexagons, except a handful still wrapped around his wrist. He formed his own bracelet into an energy revolver he'd come up with while browsing the Earth's weapon ideas from TV and video games, then moved it to his left hand as his right grew into a sword with an all black blade, a sgarpened guard wrapping in a "U" down over his thumb and fingers, and a broad, three foot blade. It was a weapon designed for stabbing, slashing, blocking, and killing anyone within range.

"Pair weilders' life forces," Jet growled as Lance and Ilana took off.

Neither was holding back, and was slaughtering anyone that attacked, whether with Manus' rockets, machine guns, smashing the floor they were standing on, or Corus' laser, they killed everyone around them. At the same time, Isabella's barrier was spinning in a blur around Jet, blocking the shots raining on him from all sides. Then, as he charged, the barroer moved with him flawlessly. As he fired, his shots slipped between the barrier's pieces and scored a direct hit every time. This was what he was born for. Fuck the Manus. This was his playground.

"Life forces paired," the remaining bit of Isabella's bracelet announced in a cool female voice, just as he flipped onto a walkway, the barrier blocking a spray for him before he dhot forward, slashing through several guards before shooting one a short distance away. "Alert, primary wielder's life force critical."

"Does the primary wielder have a panel on her?!" Jet asked, flipping onto a railing and forming the barrier into a hal dome between he and the first troop, angled over the troop.

He jumped, stwpping off of it just before it broke down. As it did, he shot the next three troops, then landed in a roll, spinning as he regained his feet and shooting the first guard in the back. His barrier blocked a shot and he spun, flinging his sword into the troop's head, then shot two more just before retrieving his sword.

"Panel confirmed," the bracelet announced.

"Then transfer life force," Jet ordered, shooting a pair of soldiers. "Fifty percent."

"Alert, fifty percent will leave the current wielder in extreme danger," the bracelet warned.

"Do it!" Jet snapped, shooting an approaching missile and making it detonate beside a group of G3 guards.

He groaned as he felt his strength draining instantly. He took a deep breat and continued to run, switching his sword and pistol for a submachine gun as he rapidly lost the strength to aim properly or swing a sword decently. He sprayed any troops he got close to, and didn't stop moving. And still his strength drained away and Isabella's barrier blurred around and around him, shielding him from danger in its embrace. Finally, he tumbled to a stop beside Kane, who dropped several G3 soldiers whe tried to reach him. Jet's gun returned to its bracelet form and he groaned, struggling to stand. As he did, Ilana blasted a ring of heavy laser cannons at the top of the hangar, then formed a barrier around everyone in time to block the tanks' energy rounds.

"Their tech," Ilana said.

"It's like ours," Lance said.

"How can that be?" Ilana asked.

Just then, Octus burst up from the ground, streaking around the room in a blur and mowing down troops and tanks alike.

"What is that?" Kane asked.

"Octus," Ilana smiled. "He's with us."

"Sorry I'm late," Octus said.

Just then, a door opened and a trio of robots like a cockpit with two chicken legs, began to stomp into the hangar, bearing two heavy energy cannons on top, and probably a lot of rockets.

"What do we do?" Ilana asked.

"Who are you?" Kane pressed.

"Octus," Lance said. "Initiate Titan."

"Initiate Sym-Bionic Titan," Octus confirmed. "Octus unit, magnify!"

Then, he expanded rapidly, absorbing the other two as Jet signalled Kane to get him away from Titan. Kane agreed and led him away quickly, then shoved him to a guard.

"Now!" Kane shouted.

Instantly, a pair of enormous rings fired out of the wall, catching Titan's wrists before enormous electromagnets emerged from the wall, powering the bands and slamming Titan's arms together.

"What's going on?" Titan asked.

"I knew your robot suits were linked to the Titan, but I didn't know how," Kane said as he reached the top of a platform level with Titan's head, once again wearing his hat and coat and a fresh, uncracked set of glasses. "I didn't factor in a third member of your party."

"Who are you?" Titan asked.

"I'm Solomon," Kane said. "I run G3. But look at you. Who's talking? Lance? Ilana? Or is it the robot?"

"What do you want?" Titan asked.

"Answers," Solomon said.

"We're not telling you anything," Titan said.

"You don't have that option," Solomon said, snapping his fingers.

Something hard jabbed into Jet's back and he sheieked in pain as electricity coursed throigh his body, nearly shutting it down. He went down hard, gasping and writhing as his muscles struggled to remember how to work.

"Jet!" Titan gasped.

"Just...go!" Jet shouted, struggling to hia feet. "Leave me here!"

"What?" Titan asked.

"I found something here that...I can't leave alone," Jet said. "Never again. I won't say anything, but I'm staying until it's taken care of."

Titan stared at him for a moment before nodding, only for electricity to fly from the walls, striking Titan in the back.

"Let's try this again," Solomon said. "Where are you from?" After a few seconds of silence, he tried again. "Why have you brought all these monsters here?"

More electricity blasted Titan.

"What is your mission?" Solomon asked.

Just then, Titan's eyes lost their glow.

"What is it doing?" Solomon asked, just as Titan began to sag, the floor below it groaning and sinking. "Clear the area! The floor's not going to hold!"

Less than a second later, there was a deafening shriek as Titan dropped through the floor, broke free of their cuffs, and flew away. Jet sighed, then spun, dropping one soldier with an elbow before using his gun to spray five more before his barrier began to spin, blocking lasers.

"We had a deal, Solomon!" Jet shouted.

"Hold your fire!" Solomon shouted, everyone obeying. "Yes, we had a deal. You're right."

"Take me to her," Jet snarled, barrier still spinning.

Solomon nodded and made hia way down, then motiones for Jet to follow before walking out of the room, Jet just behind him and blasting the one troop that teied to follow.

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