Note: first fanfic, will improve as I go along, I have been a gamemaster on my past RP site so the action should be good, and I do not own Ben 10 or anything that is remotely like Ben 10.
AUTHOR'S NOTE OF GLORY: I'll be telling the plans for the new alien "Benwolf" on Thursday. In the mean time, enjoy the chapter!
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Somewhere, out in deep space, was a spaceship traveling at hyper speed. It only carried a few passengers and it wasn't a very big spaceship. It was a private owned craft that was long and green with blue wings and a black tail. Spray painted in faint red letters was the word "Thunderbolt 21" and in much smaller letters were the words "as gift from the mighty republic of Arburian Pelarota." Many battle scars could be seen on the ship, as it had a tarnished wing, small parts of the shell missing and the antenna wire missing.
Inside the ship, a tall, blue robot was rolling towards the cockpit area of the ship. Its name was B.U.T.L.E.R, and he was one of Cannon Bolt's favorite servant robots. In his left hand was a glass of green tea with several ice cubes in it. B.U.T.L.E.R's squeaky wheel reverberated across the long narrow hallways of the ship. The robot stopped at the cockpit's door and knocked.
"Come in," said Cannon Bolt.
The robot opened the door and wheeled in, Cannon Bolt rotated his chair around and took of his spectacles.
"Ah! B.U.T.L.E.R! How are you doing?"
The robot beeped once which meant he was doing alright.
"Very good, very good," replied Cannon Bolt as he took the drink off of B.U.T.L.E.R. He smelt the tea under his nose and said with a heavenly sigh, "ah….tea from the planet of Swampus. Only the best kind of tea in the galaxy. Thank you B.U.T.L.E.R."
The robot beeped and rolled out of the cockpit.
Cannon Bolt took a small sip from his tea and stood in thought. He then turned around and sat back down at his cockpit chair. He bent over and picked up a book that he had been reading before he was interrupted. He didn't have to worry about flying the ship since right now it was on automatic pilot; this meant he could have a lot of free time by himself. He looked at the cover of the book once more just to see its vibrant image.
The cover of the book showed a large red flag that was waving in the wind; on the violently red flag was the picture of a sickle crossing over a sledgehammer. Right above the picture of the flag was the title "Communist Manifesto," and right below the picture were the words "by Karl Marx."
Even though hardly any humans on Earth know that aliens exist in outer space, they still had a very profound affect on the galaxy. Their many ideas had spread across the galaxy causing aliens to think, and thinking caused them to do very profound things that no one has done before. The most influential of them all was the "Communist Manifesto," a book that was made by Karl Marx and his idea on communism. He had an idea that the working class of the people should violently overthrow the government and in its place make a People's Republic government. Of course, there was more than just that, but that was the basic idea. Nevertheless, this idea has caused mass rebellions across the galaxy, head leaders were being assassinated and whole governments were on the verge of falling apart.
Cannon Bolt was curious on what the fuss was about so he decided to read it; however, after reading the first couple of pages, he didn't really see what was so special about it.
The telephone rang.
Cannon Bolt gave it an odd look, who would be calling him?
With his teddy bear like hand, he picked it up and said, "Hello?"
"Mr. Bolt?" replied a voice.
"Yeah?"
"You wanted me to call you about Weapon Tick and its progress."
"Very well soldier, you may proceed."
"Well…the Mechanical Biologists are having trouble making the heart of the creature. They say that the creature is too large for size and the heart would be in danger of collapsing from its own weight. Also, Lord Vilgax said that he would personally inspect the creature in about one month, he said that he hopes there has been ample progress on the weapon. If there has not been any, he said that he would take away all donations to the project."
"So problems as usual eh?" said Cannon Bolt.
"Er…right sir."
"Very good, very good, is there anything else to report soldier?"
"Not at this moment, though I will keep you updated if anything new has happened."
"Very good, very good," Cannon Bolt repeated, "thanks for calling."
Cannon Bolt hung up the telephone and gave a rather large sigh.
A year ago, Cannon Bolt was issued the assignment of leading a group of scientists that would be making the next Weapon of Mass Destruction. Instead of just destroying countries, it would have the power to destroy planets. It was called Weapon Tick by the way it destroyed the planet that it was on. So far, the project wasn't doing so well.
After an hour's work of reading, Cannon Bolt began to doze off when all of a sudden; the ship's computer intercom came on.
"Now arriving at Arburian Pelarota."
Cannon Bolt's eyes lazily looked out the window to see his home planet there. Its lush greenery and blue oceans gave off a beautiful appearance that could make other aliens jealous. As it loomed larger and larger, another voice came on this time, from the planet itself.
"Mission Control room from the city Dillian requesting name and purpose of the ship Thunderbolt 21, over."
Cannon Bolt grabbed the microphone and said, "This is Cannon Bolt speaking requesting permission to land ship. State of purpose is to see my home again and to train a warrior. Over."
"Roger that, you are clear for landing, please wait while we prepare for your landing. Over."
Cannon Bolt got out of his chair and stretched, after sipping his tea, he walked to the door and walked down the hallway of the ship. He walked up to a door and pushed the button to open it. The door made a small whooshing sound and he walked in.
There, he found Heatblast on his fire-proof bed looking up at the ceiling. When Cannon Bolt walked in Heatblast turned his head and said, "don't tell me we're here already…"
Cannon Bolt nodded, "get your stuff and get to the airlock door in five minutes. Your training is about to begin."
Heatblast jumped up and nodded, "I'm ready for anything!"
Cannon Bolt would bet his right arm that Heatblast wasn't going to be prepared at all for what he had in store for him but he didn't say anything. He just nodded and walked back to the control room. He got back just in time, for the voice on the intercom said, "Roger that Thunderbolt 21, you are clear for landing, over."
Cannon Bolt grabbed the microphone and said, "thank you Command Center, over and out."
Cannon Bolt entered some coordinates into the computer and then pushed autopilot; the craft lurched forward towards the planet. Cannon Bolt then sat back down on the chair and strapped himself in. As the spacecraft plunged down the atmosphere, the craft began to shake violently. Cannon Bolt knew that the craft would hold since she went through tougher strain before hand. Once the craft passed through the outer layer of the atmosphere, Cannon Bolt unbuckled himself and headed to the airlock door.
There, standing with his gear, was Heatblast looking pumped.
"Now listen to me very carefully," said Cannon Bolt while he was approaching Heatblast, "I'm only going to say this once. I'm going to drop you off somewhere near the vicinity of my house. I'm going to give you a map and a GPS device for you to help you find your way back. Okay?"
Heatblast nodded.
"Right, here is the map, here is the GPS and here is the inflatable raft."
Heatblast looked at the things he got oddly.
"Uh…sir? This map is not of this planet, this GPS device has no batteries and why do I need an inflatable raft?"
Without responding to this, Cannon Bolt opened the airlock door. The door slowly opened and a blast of wind came with it. Heatblast looked out and saw that they were above an ocean.
"WHAT! I HAVE TO FIND MY WAY THROUGH THE FREAKING OCEAN?" yelled Heatblast.
Not saying anything about this comment, Cannon Bolt kicked Heatblast out of the spacecraft and closed the door. For awhile, he just stood there looking bored. He then turned around and decided to find B.U.T.L.E.R. to see if he could make him some more tea.