Tales of the Teen Titans: Kidnapped, chapter 4: All's Well….
On board the crippled Gordanian battle cruiser, the Titans carefully made their way from the docking bay. They'd left Hank and Terra behind, to keep the T-ship secure. Terra couldn't use her powers effectively inside the ship itself, anyway.
Kitten had her pocket computer, with which she'd hacked into the Gordanians' ship-wide LAN. Although Haywire's interference had knocked out most of the ship's sensors and net, she was still able to get a general schematic. "Holding cells are down this way," she said, indicating a passage to the right.
"Okay, people," Robin spoke up, "We haven't seen anyone yet, but we will. Cyborg? Keep scanning for lifeforms. Maybe we can get to the cells and free Starfire before we're noticed, but that's not the way to bet. Everybody be ready to fight at a moment's notice." He readied his bo staff.
"I'm sure ready," muttered Kitten, hoisting her freeze ray. "I'll turn 'em into popsicles. Really ugly popsicles." Robin shook his head at that, smiling. Not too long ago, Starfire and Kitten had been the deadliest of enemies. Now Kitten was preparing to charge into battle to save her one-time nemesis. Life sure threw you some curve balls, sometimes.
Meanwhile, Lord Trogaar had returned to his office. The lights were out, except for the emergency illumination, his terminal didn't work, and he couldn't contact anybody via communicator. And the ship was evidently crippled, unable to achieve warp drive. That needed to be fixed, and soon. Otherwise, they'd grow old and die, here in interstellar space, long before the sublight engines could get them anywhere near civilization. What more could go wrong?
Gradually, it came to his senses that there were sounds coming from his bathroom. Sounds of running water…..
If some of the crew members thought to take advantage of the current crisis to indulge themselves in his facilities, he see to it they were flayed alive. Right now, he didn't have any patience with any foolishness.
He stormed into his spacious bathroom. There, in the shower stall….the water was running. Who could it be?
He tore back the curtains…..and got a faceful of starbolts from the Tameranean princess who'd been washing off in there.
Lord Trogaar reeled back, the concussive effect knocking him back into his office. He was dimly aware of the Tameranean, the one called Starfire, emerging from his bathroom, completely naked. "One trusts," she began, in a peculiarly unnerving way, "that one does not mind one's guest making use of one's facilities to do the freshening of up." There was an odd sheen to her eyes that even Trogaar noted.
Trogaar struggled to regain control. He was a good deal bigger than the Tameranean, but those starbolts straight to the face had rung his bells pretty good.
Starfire very casually walked into his main office. She spied the dropped hypospray. "For me? Oh, you should not have. The customs of my people dictate that, if you give me a gift, I must give you one in return. But I have nothing to give. So I must most regrettably return yours." And with a smile that was pure malice, she shoved the hypospray against his leg…..
…
The Titans had finally encountered the resistance they'd prepared for. The Gordanians fought, and fought well. But between Cyborg's sonic cannon, Raven's magic, and Kitten's freeze ray, they fell back, ever back.
A green African Cape buffalo knocked a Gordanian into and through the far wall, then looked around for more. One thing about Cape buffaloes, when they get really mad, they become nearly a ton of unstoppable muscle. And Beast Boy was angry. "We have to make it to the holding cells, everyone. Down this way." And Robin led the way towards the lower level. A Gordanian leveled his trident-shaped weapon, only to turn into a sold block of ice before he could depress the firing stud. Even as she froze the first one, Kitten kicked another trooper, who'd gotten closer than he should have, right in the gut, then hammered him into the floor as he bent double. Robin was impressed. "I didn't know you had the moves, Kitten."
"Moves, shmoves. These guys obviously never had reform school gym class." She focused her freeze ray on the air just in front of her, the moisture in the air freezing into a solid ball of ice. She hefted it, and drew her arm back. "Dodgebaaaaaall!" The thrown ice ball bowled over two Gordanians like ten-pins. Meanwhile, Cyborg set his sonic cannon on wide-angle, and took out three more.
"This way!" Robin led them past the oddly feeble resistance towards the holding cells. However, there, in the dim emergency light, he saw a figure standing in the way. A humanoid figure….one he recognized. "Uh, Starfire?"
"Oh, yes! Robin, you came!" And she rushed up to him, catching him in a bone-bending hug. "I am so glad to see you!"
"Starfire…gak...what happened to your clothes?" She was completely naked.
She looked at him lasciviously. "Does it matter?" And again squeezed him tight. "We are together. We must go. Now. Immediately. I wish to go to your room. With you."
{{Friend Raven?}} The Orb sounded pensive.
{{Yes?}}
{{An interesting fact about Tameraneans that maybe you should be aware of. It seems that certain tranquilizers have an odd side effect on the females of the species, once they wear off.}}
Raven smirked. {{I believe I can guess what that effect is, Orb.}}
{{Indeed.}}
Raven grinned wider. Starfire hadn't let go of Robin; she was covering him with kiss after kiss. She had a hunch Robin wasn't going to get away. Not for a while yet. Well, the hero definitely gets the girl. Or maybe, this time, it's the other way around. "Uhm, okay, uhm, er, people," Robin began, prying his face away from Starfire's, for the briefest of moments, "back to the ship. We've got what we came for. Raven? Mind if we borrow your cloak?"
"I do not need it, beloved mine." The males in the group were doing their best to look anywhere else. And trying not to snicker.
"What about the creep that did this?" Beast Boy wondered. He'd changed back to human, but he was still outraged that some interplanetary thug would kidnap his Starfire . "It's that Trogaar fellow again, isn't it? We need to find him and shellac his ass once and for all."
"I do not think he would feel it right now, friend Beast Boy." Starfire's dreamy smile was tinged with a certain amount of wholly untamed satisfaction. "But he will. Given time."
….
Lord Trogaar was in heaven. Everything was wonderful; it didn't matter that he was on board a crippled starship. It didn't matter that his captive had broken free. It didn't matter that his ship was being invaded by what was apparently a horde of super-powered humans. None of that was important. Right now, he couldn't help but concentrate on the bliss he was feeling.
But a part of him, in the back of his brain, knew it wouldn't last. And knew what was coming. He'd seen beings come down from just this sort of high before. He'd seen beings screaming in agonized withdrawal, desperate for another fix.
In fact, he'd been responsible for it, more than once.
The Tameranean had turned the tables on him. She had gifted him with this joy, the joy he'd intended for her. But, better than most, he knew what the aftereffects would be.
He opened the desk drawer and pulled out the pulse pistol he always kept there. Why not leave on a high note? Get out while the getting was good.
And things were very good right now.
He put the pulse pistol to his head, an expression of utter bliss on his face….
…
The trip back was uneventful, except for Starfire's insistence on riding in Robin's pod. It made for a tight squeeze, but somehow, Raven got the impression that was the whole idea. She'd cut the sound and video pickup from that pod, not just for her pod, but for everyone else's. Nobody complained. Give 'em some privacy, seemed to be the general consensus. Besides. Whatever was going on in that pod was bound to be…..distracting.
Back on Earth: the T-ship landed smoothly, and a still-naked and completely unembarrased Starfire immediately dragged a blushing and now-partially unclothed Robin downstairs, to his room. Hope he's got the stamina for this, thought Raven. I wonder how hard it would be for him to get a prescription for Viagra? But, somehow, she doubted he'd really need it.
They met a puzzled Angelique in the hallway. "Miss Raven? Why was Miss Starfire not wearing any clothes? And why was she dragging Mr. Robin around like that?"
"Ah, it's a long story, Angelique. I'll tell you all about it later." Like in ten years or so. Maybe.
The red telephone was chiming, the "missed call" button flashing on and off. Raven picked it up, dialing the appropriate codes in order to read the messages. "Robin, this is Hawkgirl. We may have a situation. Call me for details. And Batman wants to talk to you. Watchtower out."
The End
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