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|Civil Danger|

The blimp advertising "Spirit Week by Wong" was on fire and circling towards the ground.

At Britta's Tacos, panic flashed through Drew, as he watched the blimp dump water to slow its descent and turn away from the school to avoid hitting it. His eyes darted back to the the attacking Magnavore Jet Fighters, which were coming back around and lining up towards the school itself.

"What's up with those Jet Fighter replicas, did one crash into the blimp?" Heather asked. "They're just not having any luck with them."

Drew looked at her, then at the sky again. His breath caught in his throat as he watched the Jet Fighters make another pass. To his relief, however small it was, they did not fire and instead broke into a climbing turn away from the school and after the blimp.

Heather watched the airship, smoke still trailing behind it as it went down. "I hope the people in that blimp get out okay…"

Drew looked at Janna, then said to Heather. "We should help them."

Heather agreed. "Let's go!"

While Drew got back in and buckled up, she hit a switch, and the roof of the convertible began to fold back. She looked at Janna. "You coming?"

The moment the folding roof was past the back seat of the car, Janna vaulted into it. "Even if you didn't want me to."

As Heather pulled out of Britta's lot, Drew gave Janna a pointed look. Meeting his gaze and catching his unspoken request, she nodded and began texting the others.

Heather navigated Echo Creek's streets, being mindful of traffic and pedestrians as she followed the descent of the blimp and the circling Magnavore Fighters. The fire at its tail was growing as the craft descended, with its nose lifting higher. Barely missing some electrical wires, it landed in the concrete gully and skidded to a halt just short of one of the town's bridges.

Turning onto a street running along the river with high fence separating the road from it, Heather pulled to a stop, and all stood up in the car to look down at the river below.

"It came down in one piece, but that fire's bad!" Heather said as the airship began to collapse.

Janna shook her head, lamenting. "Dying in a blimp fire is probably one of the worst ways to go. Mostly because you're dying in a blimp"

She made a face, like something was stuck on the roof of her mouth. "Blimp. Nope, don't like that word."

Drew looked down the street and saw to his relief a gated access tunnel down to the river. He turned to Heather and Janna. "Stay in the car and call 911."

Heather gawked at him. "You're going down there?!"

"I have to do something!" With that, Drew jumped off the car and took off running down to the gate. "Get back from the river and call for help!"

Heather gripped the top of her windscreen, debating whether or not to go after him before she hesitated and then called out. "Be careful, please!"

Janna climbed over the passenger seat to sit in it. "He'll be fine. Let's pull back, okay?"

Drew waved back at her, and with all of his desperation-fueled might he scrambled up the chain-link gate and over it. He hit the ground on the other side running, glanced back at Heather's car as it pulled around and took off down the street she'd come from. As the tunnel's darkness surrounded him, he pulled out his Beetle Bonder.

I really hope no one sees me, but I can't worry about that! He thought before he held the device in front of him.

"Beetle Blast!"

Pulling into a side-street away from the river, Heather parked her car called 911. The phone range longer than usual, before a dispatcher picked up.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Yes, a blimp is on fire, it may have been involved in an aerial collision, it's crashed into the LA River on the north side of the Bonner Avenue Bridge! Please send fire trucks and an ambulance, my friend went down there to help!"

There was a moment of pause, before the dispatcher spoke. "Ma'am, can you see any unusual aircraft in your vicinity?"

Heather looked up to see the passing Jet Fighters. "Yes, there are."

"Ma'am I need you to be calm, but a Civil Danger Warning is in effect in that area, and you need to be in cover right now. Do not go near that blimp and get to the nearest shelter you can find."

Fear rushed through Heather, as she and Janna looked down the street at the river and the smoke billowing over it.

The tunnel opened up right in front of where the blimp had crashed, and the Blue Stingerborg emerged to see the slowly collapsing balloon was already partially covering the glass-windowed gondola that controlled it. The first thing he saw was the pilot slumped forward in their seat, and all other concerns fled him.

Drawing his Input Magnum, he hit 1-1-9 and aimed it at the fire encroaching on the gondola. "Extinguisher Magnum!"

A great blast of fire extinguisher slammed into the flames, beating them back and snuffing them out away from the door. Grabbing the hatch, Drew ripped it off its hinge and cast it aside before looking into the smoke-filled gondola, where he found a second crewmember lying on the floor.

Moving over to the crewmember and taking care, Drew knelt down and made sure the crewman's head and neck were stable and dragged them out of the blimp and away from the fire and smoke. Once they were laid on the ground, he headed back in and took the same care lifting the pilot from his seat and dragging him outside.

With the pilot laid beside the copilot, Drew checked their vitals and found that they had pulses and were still breathing. He turned and went back to the blimp, scanners active, and saw no sign of anyone else.

"Thank goodness," he muttered.

When he turned around to go back to the crew, he found Saberizer standing between him and them.

"Is there anyone left?" The Mercenary Warrior asked.

Drew found that question strange but shook his head. "I checked, it's clear."

Saberizer rested his hand on the end of his sheathed falchion's hilt, then turned and began walking down the river. "Then let us fight away from here."

Hesitant at first, Drew walked parallel to him, the two leaving the burning blimp and its unconscious crewmen safe outside of the radius of the fire and smoke. They walked south down the river, towards the Bonner Avenue Bridge.

"I don't get it, what's your concern about those guys back there?"

Saberizer turned his head to look at him. "A professional consideration, no more, no less. I want no diversions as I fulfill my objective, and you are more than willing to oblige."

"Wouldn't putting those people at risk make that easier?"

Saberizer looked ahead and let out a hum. "Easier…"

The two walked under the bridge and down a short incline, where the river and the man-made gully it flowed through widened. Following the water's edge, Drew stopped a fair distance from the bridge and Saberizer stopped with him, his hand slipping from the pommel to grasp the hilt.

In a flash he drew the falchion and twirled it in hand as he turned around in place to point the tip at the Blue Stingerborg. The yellow eye of his half-mask gave off a steady glow as he spoke.

"I demand no handicap testing your blade."

Drew tensed up, the ruby-colored eyes of his helmet flashing, as he pulled the Input Magnum–his thumb entering 1-1-0 before he brought the weapon to bear on Saberizer.

He opened fire, and the beams were deflected by Saberizer's falchion with a deft flick of his wrist that twirled the weapon around his hand. Catching it in his grip the swordsman surged forward, closing the distance between them in a swaying path to let Drew's next shots pass to his left and right as he reached him.

Saberizer swung once to his left, catching and knocking the Input Magnum from his hand, then brought the blade back to lash him across his arm and chest even faster.

Sparks flew from the Blue Stingerborg's chest and limb, and alarms went off in Drew's ear as the force of the blows threatened the air in his lungs. Another slash caught Drew in his right side and sent him spinning, but instead of belly flopping to the ground he caught himself and rolled back up onto his feet.

Turning towards the swordsman, he held out his right hand. "Stinger Blade!"

The Beetle Battler wasn't finished flashing into existence over his arm when he pitched himself at Saberizer. At the last second, he turned to his right and performed a hard but wide spinning slash aiming to bisect him at the waist.

Saberizer twisted the falchion downward and the Stinger Blade met it with an audible clang. He turned, sidestepping in the direction of Drew's swing and moving around his blade to slash him across his back and send him stumbling forward.

Drew let out a grunt from the hit and again caught himself on his left hand, turning around he dragged the Stinger Blade through the concrete to swing his right arm low and then upward, the edge of the blade rising to cut Saberizer from hip to shoulder.

Saberizer brought the falchion into the Stinger Blade to cross it perpendicularly with his, and let Drew push him back to finish standing. As the falchion was pushed towards his chest, the Mercenary Warrior slid his right foot behind Drew's own and tripped it from under him while shoving forward, launching him off his feet.

Landing on his side with a yelp and turning onto his back, he looked up as Saberizer pointed the end of his falchion at his chin.

"Do you need a moment to warm up?" He asked.

Drew responded by shooting Saberizer in the face and chest with the Input Magnum that the Mercenary Warrior didn't notice him grab up when he sent him stumbling with the slash to his back.

Drew rolled over onto his hands and feet, and looked back to fire three more times, hitting Saberizer again, before rising and turning–entering 9-6-4 as he went. Standing, he aimed at the smoke billowing swordsman and held down the trigger, unleashing the stream of Energy Bolts of the Input Magnum's crashing mode.

Instead of diving clear or trying to deflect the attacks with his sword, Saberizer charged into the flood of energy bolts, letting them impact his raised left arm and armored body. As shots burned into him, or glanced off his body, he got in range and thrust his falchion forward stabbing Drew in the solar plexus. It was a hit he felt through his armor, knocking the wind out of him long enough for Saberizer to pull the blade back then bring it upwards, uppercutting Drew and launching him in an arc to come crashing down onto his back.

The uppercut had cost Drew his Input Magnum again, the weapon falling towards the ground between them. Saberizer spotted it, and yellow light flashed from both his eyes, beams that stuck the falling weapon and deflected it into the river.

Seeing it splash down as he got back up, Drew swore under his breath.

Saberizer clenched his grip on his falchion, the weapon rattling in his hand.

"Ready your blade, and put your heart into this duel," he demanded in a tone that grew colder and darker with every word.

Drew brought his right arm up, the Stinger Blade crossed over his chest.

Does he not realize that I'm doing my best? He thought.

He swept the blade out as he ran at Saberizer, then brought it up and downward in a diagonal slash the swordsman sidestepped. Turning around he tried a horizontal spinning slash from the other direction that Saberizer parried up and away. Catching himself, Drew yelled and began using his whole arm to swing it back and forth in an X-pattern to hit him.

Up on the bridge, Jara watched Drew flail at Saberizer, her much more experienced warrior having no problem evading or parrying the widely telegraphed strikes despite their otherwise overwhelming volume. She shook her head in disgust and turned her back away from the fight to watch the Magnavore Jet Fighters continue their circling.

Noxic appeared behind her, in a still damaged but patched up state. He looked off the bridge at the Blue Stingerborg and Saberizer clashing. Then he looked around.

"Hey, what I miss?" He asked his meat-based organic friend. "Why is Saberizer doin' all this huntin' and you ain't doin' none of that killin'?"

"Saberizer wanted to fight the child, so I am letting him," Jara said without looking back.

She didn't need to see what Noxic watched. A particularly heavy slash from Drew was caught by the cross guard of Saberizer's falchion. He walked backwards in a circle as Drew tried to press on him, the two orbiting each other twice before he turned and let Drew stagger past him like he had before. The Blue Stingerborg recovered fast, not wanting to fall for the trick again and swung out sloppily for the swordsman to just parry his sword up and away again.

As Drew let out a grunt with the parried attack, then lunged in with an even louder yell, Noxic turned back to Jara. "You did tell Saberizer that the kid's a mook, right?"

"It's his curiosity, he saw something, and he has a normally good eye for the blade."

"Did he see that the kid's only good for fighting dirty and ganging up on people with his friends?"

Jara thought about their last fight. "No… it's something else, and by the way things are going, Saberizer is going to be very unhappy."

Noxic looked again at the fight. The Blue Stingerborg's already sloppy attacks now had the tell-tale violence of desperation, as Saberizer opted to simply block each blow and give the armored hero no opening to attack.

He looked back at her. "So where's Typhus?"

"He went to one of the high schools closest to that house, to try to smoke out the other Beetles and hopefully the Butterfly, too. He has not been back to contact me, so he has either found them and is fighting… or he is trashing a school and terrorizing its students."

Right on cue, Typhus appeared next to the two. "Yeah, I ain't going back to that school, baby."

He saw Noxic. "Hey, buddy, good to see you on your feet."

"Thanks, I'm not one hundred percent but I'll run my mouth witcha! You won't believe the new dump I found to set up, it's a literal dump!"

Jara's glower could be felt through her mask as she spoke over Noxic. "Why aren't you going back there, was the Butterfly there?"

Typhus nodded. "Yeah, all them kids are there, but there's a troll, too."

Jara and Noxic both recoiled from Typhus, they looked at each other, then at him. "A troll?"

"Yeah, a full-on brick house, baby! She was mighty-mighty and lettin' it all hang out."

The way Typhus described her did not set well with Jara's stomach, and so she memory holed that to focus on the more dire implication. "Did the troll protect them?"

"Yeah, didn't want me anywhere near her kids, baby." Typhus rubbed his monstrous chin. "… Lady had priorities…"

That thought aloud made Jara's stomach do a flip, but she again stuck to the real issue. "Attacking the school to get at them means risking a fight with a troll. That is out of the question."

"You darn right that's out of the question, trolls are the worst!" Noxic agreed.

Typhus looked down when he heard another hard clang, and found the Blue Stingerborg locking blades with Saberizer, trying hard to use the Stinger Blade to push the falchion aside and cut into the Mercenary Warrior.

As Saberizer began to push, Drew grabbed the end of his sword with his free hand and pushed back. It almost seemed to work, causing Saberizer to lean just a few inches, before he kicked Drew in the chest and separated them.

"Kid's still bad at this, huh?" Typhus asked before he turned back to her. "Hey, you'd better tell him to wrap this up. If I ain't there, then them kids are gonna be on the move soon."

The Magnavore Fighters suddenly turned all at once, headed towards Hillhurst Mansion, and Jara looked up. "It seems that this has turned out to be the case."

The four fighters nosed up slightly, bringing their guns to level, and opened fire on their target. The salvos of energylanced across the sky, and punched through several low clouds, revealing their target. Painted red and black, with silver fixed landing gear and powered by a pair of tilt fans sticking from its side, the Red Striker AV performed a roll and passed under the Magnavore Jet Fighters.

The sound of new engines caught Drew's attention, and he felt relief when he saw Jo's AV.

"Thank goodness…"

Seeing Drew look upward, away from their battle, Saberizer's helmet eye shone and he gripped the falchion tighter.

Overhead, Jo let out a laugh as she watched the four Jet Fighters split off into two groups of two. Two climbed up high, while the others went into hard right turns to reengage her. "Oh, thank you for making this easier for me."

Instead of going after the two who turned to meet her, she pulled into a near vertical climb and pushed the craft's throttle forward. The back half of the Red Striker AV's body opened like the hard shell of a ladybug–revealing a quartet of thrusters that flared to life and pushed her up towards the climbing fighters.

"Didn't think I'd outclimb you, huh?!" She asked as she locked on and fired off several bursts of lasers, hitting the lead of the two climbing fighters–whose explosion caused its wingmate to tumble out of the way and into another burst from the Red Striker AV.

The second craft exploded, both quickly dissolving away into hundreds of thousands of wasps that burned away in the sky.

As Jo turned away from the explosions, she laughed. "This is too easy! It's like flying a bike!"

On her AV's panoramic monitor, a window with Misao's face appeared. "Stop showing off, check your six o'clock."

The other two fighters had managed to come back around and were climbing after Jo, their lasers blazing just as Misao warned her. Swiveling her thrusters and adjusting their throttles, Jo swerved left and right, throwing off their aim before she turned the tilt rotors a full ninety degrees straight down and changed direction so abruptly that she was pushed down into her seat by the massive G-Forces.

The AI controlled Magnavore Jet Fighters read the move, but it happened so quickly that they could only barrel past her before their own control inputs could put them in a counter maneuver. The lag was all Jo needed, and she quickly shot down the other two fighters with a quick burst from her lasers.

"That's four down!" Jo cheered as the fighters burned away, before she scanned the sky using her panoramic monitors and a few extra windows to cover her blind spots. "I have no other bandits on my scopes."

"Understood," Misao answered, using the same severe and cold tone she had alerted her with before. "Now focus and locate Stingerborg so I may direct Hunterborg to his location."

Jo checked her scanners, and quickly got a sight of the Blue Stingerborg on the shore of the LA River, facing off against Saberizer with the three Magnavore commanders in sight.

Behind her mask, she grinned. "I've got eyes on them; I'm going in for a strafing run!"

"You will not," Misao said. "You are not permitted to fire at targets on the ground."

Jo did a double-take. "Says who?!"

"We do not need to risk collateral damage through a strafing run." Misao sharply answered. "Allow Hunterborg to handle the matter and provide support as needed. If you try to attack anyway, I will turn your weapons to safe."

Jo bristled at the girl's uncompromising tone and the mechanical aggression of her warning. "You can't do that!"

And just like that Jo received an alert that all of her weapons had been turned from armed to safe. Eyes widening behind her mask, she looked at Misao's window.

Misao stared blankly at her, as she turned her weapons back on. "Coordinate with Hunterborg."

Now Jo was seething. "Do you really want to start something, now?"

Misao glared at her. "Do you?"

The window closed out. Behind her mask, Jo fought her grimace. It only deepened when a new window opened up, revealing the expressionless helmet and mask of Green Hunterborg. Jo could feel Roland's withering look of "What did I tell you?" through it and the distance that separated their screens.

On the road, vehicles and pedestrians were scattering in every direction, as a green-painted, and silver chromed Stag Beetle perched atop a turret connected to a pair of large tank treads powered down the street. Despite its size, the vehicle was surprisingly agile, maneuvering around cars and avoiding people as it headed towards the Bonner Avenue bridge.

Inside, Roland cut his communication with Jo and focused on the battle at hand. "I don't see Drew yet, but I definitely see the Magnavores!"

Misao appeared in a window. "Then do your best to drive them off, and help Stingerborg!"

Jara saw the AV coming and grimaced. "Of course they have all three of those things!"

Typhus turned to face it. "I got it, baby!"

With the road between him and the Magnavores cleared, Roland gunned the throttles and opened the Hunter AV's horns to grab Typhus.

Down by the river, Drew swung hard and missed Saberizer. From the moment Jo turned up and made the battle a little easier, the Swordsman had stopped trying to fight back and was now simply evading his blows. Not even rudimentary attempts at feints were landing. He'd go in one way, change direction, change direction again, swing, and miss.

Saberizer didn't even raise his sword.

After a final failed strike, Drew stopped short of advancing, then lowered his sword. This is hopeless, I can't take this guy in a straight fight.

He wasn't ready for this kind of combat. He was only just getting the hang of learning how to fall at the dojo.

Saberizer brought his hand up to adjust the scarf that covered the lower half of his face. "… Disappointing. You understand nothing of the world you reside in."

"What do you mean?" Drew asked as he glanced towards the river, the suit's Heads Up Display had located the Input Magnum. It was in about three feet of water and mostly undamaged.

Getting it's the problem, but everyone's on their way. This fight is almost over! He thought as he spaced his feet and prepared to move.

Saberizer spoke–his calm tone now shaken with anger. "I will not allow you to leave it in ignorance."

Drew tensed up. "What?"

The Green Hunter AV raced across the bridge, swerving towards Typhus as he bulked up and turned from green to red. But before Roland could test his vehicle's might against the Magnavore's brawn, an orange barrier shot up and stopped the tank with enough force to lift it off the back of its treads.

Drew stopped what he was doing and looked up at the bridge, as Saberizer gave it a rearward glance.

The tank crashed back down, Roland was tossed back and forth in his seat, but naturally unharmed thanks to his armor.

He paused, then growled when he saw what stopped him.

"Ah shit…"

Jara and Noxic both stepped back from Typhus, who followed.

Vexor stood between them and the Green Hunter AV, healed good as new from his grisly injuries he'd incurred from Star, his regal cloak floating back from him only slightly as he maintained the barrier that kept the Green Hunterborg at bay with his left hand. Gazing up at the machine, he opened his hand just a bit wider, and the barrier pushed the tank back, all the way to the end of the bridge.

"Jara," he spoke.

Jara, tense after Vexor's brief demonstration of why he is in charge, stepped forward. "Yes?"

Lowering the hand he repelled Roland with, he raised his right. "Bring the blue one to me, dead or alive."

He opened his palm, the blue gem in its center flaring brightly to life. "Open Forth, Gaohm Zone!"

Drew barely had a second to react before he was plunging into the dimensional tunnel, yelling in surprise as he fell.

Roland saw him fall, and quickly pulled the hatch lever. "Crap, Stingerborg!"

Overhead, Jo also saw her brother vanish. "Damn it!"

She ignited the Red Striker AV's boosters and dove, quickly racing up the river from the south so she could line up her laser cannons on Vexor, Typhus, and Noxic. "You're giving him back right now, asshole!"

Taking aim and placing Vexor square in her sights, she pulled the trigger.

Instantly her weapons went safe.

"WHAT?!" She yelled. "MISAO YOU BITCH!"

Misao reappeared on her screen. "I do not care how angry you are! You will not fire!"

Jo let a growl of frustration and nosed up to pass over the bridge. As she climbed, she looked down and saw just past the bridge at the river's edge–right in the line of her aborted strafing run–were several emergency vehicles. Two fire trucks and an ambulance that had snuck down to the bridge to put out the blimp fire and tend to the crew while Drew was keeping Saberizer busy on the other side of the bridge.

Seething, she let out a yell. "Then I'll do it by hand!"

Pulling a lever, she bailed out of the Red Striker AV, leaving it for Misao to take control.

Hurtling through the air, she punched the ground as she landed in front of Vexor, Typhus, and Noxic–the latter two just now noticing that Jara had been swept up and taken to the Gaohm Zone.

Still safely behind his barrier, Vexor greeted the two teenagers with a lean in their direction not unlike a very short but polite bow. "Greetings. This battle is now over, but I shall come for you in due time."

With that he, Typhus, and Noxic disappeared.

Despite her general bad attitude today, Roland forgave Jo's scream of frustration as the Magnavores escaped. He ran to the bridge's stone wall and looked off it down at the river below, where there was no sign of Drew anywhere.

He lowered his head and clenched a fist, before he pounded it on the wall and tore a chunk out of it.

A/N: Welp.