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Author's Note: The entire series is based at least partially on my Teen Titans website, which can be accessed by going to my homepage if you are so inclined. Despite this, it can still be read by anyone who is not a member of the website, so don't be discouraged. Enjoy!

A War of Revolution

Shortly past the hour of midnight, the entirety of the H.I.V.E. Academy had been coated with darkness as the residents settled in for the night, sleep imminent. Any student in the left wing of the dormitory were faced with the prospect of an Advanced Terrorism exam in the morning, while the other students had a field exam in the afternoon. As headmistress of this prestigious institution, the woman called Static had made an extensive patrol across the premises, peering into the rooms to determine that everything was in order. Satisfied, she activated the patrol drones to moniter the hallways before retiring for the night, settling down in her vast chambers.

But high at the top of the building, in a tower masked from even Static's vision, a single candle blazed brightly in the center of a small room. The flickering light reflected on the glass of a picture frame, behind which the face of an elderly woman looked out with a stern gaze. She was the original H.I.V.E. Headmistress, and although she had since been lost to the students, her legacy was still in full effect.

Five figures stood around the candle, each garbed in a purple robe and golden belt. Their faces, hidden in the shadow of their hoods, could not be seen, but four of the figures were looking at the fifth, who had been sitting deep in thought for the past few moments, surrounded by a soft aura. Finally, the figure looked up at the others and spoke. "We're safe right now," the person said, looking at the others. "Static's gone, and nobody can hear us right now. We can speak freely."

"This has to stop," one of the robed figures said, slamming a fist into the wall. "Being forced to hide in our own headquarters, sneaking around as if we were doing something wrong. The tyranny of Static must be ended, and soon!"

"It will," another said in a deep voice. "If our plan succeeds, the balance of power will be shifted at last, and Static will be forced to beg us for mercy!"

The figure who had first spoken gently laid a hand on the arm of the previous speaker. "Hold your temper, my friend," this person replied, looking up with earnest. "The safety measures keep us safe from Static's moniters, but it is still reckless to shout or otherwise draw attention to ourselves. Let us not risk when it can bring no reward."

"When, then, will we rise up?" another asked, arms spread out in a questioning posture. "This plan of ours has been in the making for weeks now. We have made all of the necessary preparations. Now must be the time for action, not deliberation!"

"Patience, friend," the original speaker replied with a calm and steady voice. "Everything is in place. The ball will begin to roll tonight...and by this time next week, the Academy will no longer be under Static's control." From beneath the hood of the speaker came a soft violet glow, and a maniacal laugh emanated from the shadows where a mouth perhaps was...and lightning struck outside the Academy as a storm began to turn.

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"One of you is plotting to betray me." The words of Static echoed around the auditorium, where she had called together a meeting for the entire school. Her robotic drones had drifted throughout the entire building, flushing out every last student and faculty member. It was time to set a few things straight around here.

The headmistress looked at their faces, scanning for some sense of shock, or hatred, or even a casual sneer. Anything to reveal who was planning this traitorous uprising. But she saw nothing. Everyone was staring back at her with blank looks on their faces. Damn, they were good. "I've been informed that a group, garbed in the purple robes instated by the original Headmistress of this Academy, has been meeting secretly, manipulating circumstance so that they can bring me down."

"I can assure you that this will not happen," she told them strictly. "My oracles have predicted that there are those who will try. I have taken steps to prevent them from succeeding. You have been warned." With the finality of this statement, she waved her golden hand, releasing electricity into the air to turn off the lights in the auditorium. "Class dismissed."

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"Is every all right, Headmistress?" the assistant known as Johsnon asked, his hand going instinctively to Static's shoulder. Despite her sudden ascension in rank, and the massive responsibilities that went with it, Static was still barely nineteen, and as such was still a youth. Johnson himself, a man of his thirties, understood that Static, so young, must be stepped around carefully.

"No, everything is not 'all right'," she hissed at him, batting his hand from her shoulder. "Don't touch me, Johnson," she warned him, her eyes blazing. "A group of renegades have risen under my very nose, and at this moment they plot to take control of my school, after all I've done. They'll kill me, and I will be forgotten."

Johnson frowned in a mixture of pity and disappointment. This new Headmistress was, by nature, an unpredictable individual, but she almost seemed now like a teenager whose plans had gone terribly awry. It was somewhat pathetic, actually. "Then you must not let them, my Mistress," he loyally stated.

"Of course I'm not going to let them, Johnson," Static replied, rolling her eyes at his statement. "I've already taken steps. My psychics were able to sense the uprising, but not who was responsible for it. So I've initiated the next phase of my plan, and soon I will know all there is to know about the rebellious little traitors."

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"Do you think she knows that it's us?" Gizmo murmered out of the side of his mouth to Jinx as the H.I.V.E. F.I.V.E. marched down the hallway, retreating to the chambers of the hexmistress after the assembly.

"I doubt it," Jinx replied, holding up her personal enchantments to keep anyone listening from hearing the contents of this conversation. If anyone was eavesdropping, they'd be delighted to be audience to a hearty discussion about who made Gizmo's uniform. "If she had known, I doubt she'd be addressing all of us and giving us fair warning. She'd take us down, hard and fast."

"Right," Mammoth rumbled.

The other members of the group stopped walking and looked at Mammoth, an odd look on their faces. The giant's intellectual skills weren't all that profound, and it was common knowledge to all but him that he was around soley to provide major muscle. "We need to coordinate our actions, then," Private HIVE said, ever the military man. "Now that Static knows about our general plan, we don't have much time until she takes definitive action--or at least preventative measures."

"That's where we're going right now, friend," Gizmo said, and as they arrived at Jinx's dormitory, the enchantress pushed open the door, allowing the entire group entry.

"You can come out now, Nemesis," the purple-haired spellcaster called out, and there was a shimmer in the corner of the room as a slightly nervous girl, whose braided red hair gave her almost a fiery appearance.

"Are you sure it's safe?" she asked, her eyes darting back and forth. "I'm still only a new student, barely an official member of the H.I.V.E. If Static gets wind of how I'm assisting you, she won't hesitate to eliminate me."

"Trust me, Nemesis," Jinx assured the girl. "My powers have kept your involvement masked completely from her radar, and by the time she finds out, it will be too late. Think of all I've done for you. You do not wish to turn back now." As she was finishing this statement Jinx looked at Gizmo, who was busy ruffling around through a pile of rags. "Have you found the device yet, Gizmo?"

"Almost," the mechanical midget growled. "It should be right at the bottom of the--aha, there it is!" With triumph, Gizmo raised his hand over his head, and it held a long rod with a single button.

See-More, Private HIVE, and Mammoth crowded over to get a look at it. Nemesis, too, was gazing at it curiously. "What is it?" she finally asked.

"This, my red-haired friend, is the Final Mark Version Four," Gizmo said proudly, holding the item out for everyone to see. The curious yellow designs running all along the crooked staff seemed to originate from the center black button.

Ever observant, See-More was the first to question. "I can see forms of heavy electronics inside it with my X-ray vision," he said. "What exactly does it do?"

"I'm so glad you asked that," the midget replied with a grin. "With the simple press of a button, I can alter all forms of electric energy, manipulating them in any way I desire. With this item, Static's abilities will be completely negated."

"We have designed contingency plans for every force Static can muster," Jinx said, taking point in the conversation. "Mammoth's invulnerability will allow him to deal with heavy-hitters like Rock, the XL Terrestrial and INSTIGATOR. See-More's eyeball prison can handle the likes of Billy Numerous and Paper. Gizmo's weapons and self-defense systems can stop Static's drones, and Private HIVE's strategies have given us a suitable assault against Scissors. My own...unique talents allow me to defeat Static's mystics, and Nemesis can negate the powers of Kyd Wykkyd."

"But Static's powers have always been uncertain," Gizmo told everyone. "She's unbelievablly resourceful, and can absorb electricity and radiation to fuel her powers. The upgrades she's given herself have made her a veritable powerhouse, and the building will obey her every command. This new weapon will let us take her out quickly."

"Who is going to do it, then?" Private HIVE asked. "Which one of us is going to take down our tyrant Headmistress?"

Jinx stepped forward, removing the item from Gizmo's hands. "That would be me," she said with a wicked smile. "I'm going to take much enjoyment in this."

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Not long afterwards, the violet-haired enchantress walked down a dark hallway, the sounds of battle behind her. Everything had gone as planned, and those loyal to Static were being remonstrated. With one of her tasks--the defeat of the mystics--complete, Jinx prepared for the second, more important mission. To take down Static once and for all.

A man stood in her way, knowing the signs of battle and refusing Jinx access to Static's chambers. She didn't even bother to use her powers--she simply punched her fist in the side of his face, and the attendant called Johnson crumpled to the floor. Pushing open the large doors, she entered the dark room that was Static's personal office.

The light was dim, but Jinx could see Static sitting in that chair of hers, facing the wall. Her back was to Jinx now. The opportunity was hers.

But Jinx wanted to explain why, and how, and to show Static that she had thoroughly been beaten. She didn't just want to stop Static--she wanted to destroy her.

"It's over," she found herself saying as she walked a bit farther into the room. "My team has beaten you. Your allies, your carefully laid plans...all gone. And do you know why you lost? Because you didn't earn your way to the top. You simply stole it. And thieves always get what they deserve."

She held the staff in her hands like a weapon, it's power charged. If Static released an attack, she'd fall instantly. "Don't you have anything to say, Oh Revered Headmistress?" Jinx mocked. "Or have you accepted your defeat? We, the followers of the one true Headmistress, have beaten you and your ill-gotten regime. My powers masked our intentions from you, and we were able to catch you by surprise. You're finished."

"Very impressive," Static murmered, not even bothering to turn. "But you left out one thing."

"Oh?" Jinx said, a momentary trickle of doubt entering her mind. She tightened her grip on the weapon. "And what's that?"

"That you, in spite of your 'success', have entered a room alone, with a weapon designed to defeat only me. But who's ever said that I was alone?"

Even as Jinx heard these words, she knew that she had made a mistake. She could hear the swift movements of someone behind her, and the enchantress turned, her power charging, but she knew that it would be too late.

Fingers tightened around her throat, and Jinx was lifted into the air by her unknown assailant. The weapon fell from her hands, and the airflow had begun to be cut off.

Her attacker moved closer, lifting Jinx higher into the air, and at last she could see the features on her attacker's face. The white skin...the violet hair...the chakra on the forehead.

"Raven?" Jinx gurgled with the last of her breath.