[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story. I love Mammoth and Starfire so much. I wish I had more excuses to write for them. Until then, have this. I don't write for Starfire often, so please forgive my bad writing.]
Starfire didn't get scared by very much growing up the way she did. But now, now she was fucking terrified. On Earth, Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran had found nothing she couldn't break, bend, or shatter. Earth was different from Tamaran. Earth was sensitive and weak - though filled to the brim with wonders and creation. All around her, she was always able to come out on top. But now she was met with the fact that she couldn't fly, she couldn't force her way out of the silver crate she found herself trapped in, and her starbolts were gone as well.
Starfire of Tamaran found herself hiccuping slightly as she cried angry tears, again attempting to force her way out of the small, cramped crate that had her bent in a strange fetal position, refusing to just give up.
"...S...S-Starfire?" She heard a grumbly voice call out, just as terrified as she felt.
"...Enemy Mammoth?" Starfire called back, smiling through her sniffling.
"Uh...can we not refer to me as 'enemy Mammoth' right now? Powers or not, you still kinda terrify me." Mammoth admitted, trying to lean closer to the half of the steel trap where he could hear Starfire's voice coming through. Mammoth let out a small smile at the giggle he earned.
"Well, thank you, I suppose." Starfire replied.
"...So, any ideas out of this steel?" Mammoth asked after a huff, feeling small and pretzeled in his trap, having to hunch over where he was sat, his hands holding his knees just to fit uncramped.
"I am afraid not. Your powers are not working either?" Starfire asked sadly.
"Nope. I was hoping mine would be fine since they're more physical than all of yours, but I think that Scarecrow guy put some kinda dampener on me, made me weaker somehow." Mammoth said through his grumbly voice, pouting like a child as he sadly looked down at himself.
"I swear on everything when I find that skinny, straw stuffed creep I'm gonna-" Mammoth started up.
"Do not use the angry tone, Mammoth!" Starfire yelled worriedly. Mammoth winced at how her high pitched voice echoed through the steel and gave him a near migraine.
"Well, it's...it's how I let out how I feel! What do you think I should do?" Mammoth said in a child's manner. If Starfire could've seen him he would've stuck his tongue out. Personally, he blamed too much interaction with Gizmo.
"...I used to have the 'anger problem' as well, Mammoth." Starfire admitted, thinking back to her first day on Earth and how she almost destroyed an entire city in hostility. Mammoth bit back his near natural response of 'I don't have anger problems' to instead opt for the idea of Starfire of all people getting angry.
"I don't believe it." Mammoth said.
"You do not?" Starfire asked him, bewildered.
"Nope, no way. You're way too nice and shit." Mammoth said with slight fondness in his voice that he kicked himself for letting out. Starfire, however, took this as an insult.
"I flipped a motor vehicle several yards into the air before kicking it at my leader, Robin, all with my hands bound by an alien slave device." Starfire stated.
"...Oh." Mammoth said, at a loss with himself. Now that he thought about it, Starfire was an alien, right? She was probably pretty scary when she was mad.
"...Slave?" Mammoth echoed, suddenly feeling his anger roar back. Who would dare use someone as kind as Starfire as a slave? That was wrong! The mere thought made his blood boil.
"...Yes. You do not know of my life before the Teen Titans, Mammoth." Starfire said in an almost empty voice.
Mammoth squirmed around some, getting comfy and letting Starfire know that he was listening.
"...I am from a planet called Tamaran. It is beautiful, yes, but it is most dangerous. Creatures run amok everywhere, and if you do not learn to fight, you die at a very young age. Many of my brothers and sisters have died before they have even made it to five or'kas. The only sister I have left is Koma, and she wished me dead. To be fair, she is not even in relation to me- she is what you Earthlings have called a 'half-sibling'. I have not seen my little brother in years, and I can only imagine what he thinks of me now." Starfire explained with hurt in her eyes.
"Tamaranean powers are controlled by emotion. From a young age, Tamaranean children are taught that the dominant emotion is rage, sometimes anguish. We are raised to be brutal warriors, conquering all we see and leaving nothing left. As a child, I was ruthless and cruel to any enemies, and I was nowhere near the 'nice' person that you see now." Starfire continued.
"...When I hit seventeen or'kas, my father sold me away as a slave to an infiltrating race, the Gordanians. They were strong and smart, and none of our warriors could stop them. The only way they could be appeased was if their leader could take his pick of slaves from our land. I was one of them. I understood that it was my duty as princess of Tamaran, though I did not enjoy it." Mammoth tried not to interrupt upon realizing that Starfire was a damn princess. Now that he thought about it, it wasn't all that surprising.
Starfire started smiling brightly at her next part.
"It was not until I met the Teen Titans that I learned the value of 'niceness' and of having friends. Now, though I could obliterate and severely damage my foes, I've learned to power myself through passion for my friends, for my loved ones. I've learned that forgiveness and friendliness are stronger than violence and rage." Starfire ended, smiling.
"...Huh...no shit?" Mammoth said.
"...Indeed. None of the...shit." Starfire replied.
Mammoth gave a hearty laugh at Starfire's attempt.
Suddenly, both of their steel cages were being rattled around.
"What is happening?" Starfire cried as the crates was being lifted and thrown around, bruising her knees as they hit the steel.
"I-I don't know!" Mammoths yelled, equally as terrified.
After a few minutes too long of rocking around in the steel cages, the two were violently ripped out of the boxes by strange creatures seemingly made out of electrified black rock. They were all speaking in strange tongues that neither Starfire nor Mammoth could understand. Starfire could understand only one word.
"Slave!" They kept shouting in between words at each other before interlocking Starfire's wrists together with strange technology. They spoke in Tamaranean, but Starfire couldn't realize among her terrified, desperate screaming to get away.
"Starfire!" Mammoth cried out before a dark black wall was shut in between the two, blocking off his sight of Starfire being dragged away and shocked with electric energy whenever she tries to run off course.
[At least this is longer than the last one, right? Read and Review please!]