trans_9 | You may grovel in the style of your own people [Closed]

Billy wished he could send a quick message of warning to his friends. Here he was, about to shrink to microscopic size and walk into untold peril. Grave, grave peril, if half of the stories about the Helmacrons were to be believed. If the other half was believable, they might be okay, but he liked to prepare for the worst.

Having secured his morpher and checked the other tools, he nodded to everyone and steeled himself for the quest. "Ready."

Scott nodded as well. He checked his belt, his boots, his gloves, and his helmet. He made sure that everything was strapped in tight and that nothing was loose. "Ready if everyone else is as well." He looked back at the rest of his mission team, nodding his head.

"[Ready,]" Jonas said, a touch impatiently. He was trying very, very hard not to get his hopes up, but his mind insisted on attempting to figure out the chances that Cassie may have had some contact with these Helmacrons.

"If I say no, does that mean I get to stay here and play minesweeper instead?" Marco asked.

Kate rolled her eyes at Marco's question. She had her bow, morpher, her sword, and was ready.

She gave a glance over to Jonas and Billy to flash reassuring grins at her friends.

"Ready, let's go."

"Let's start the process." Scott pressed the button on his belt, feeling the Pym Particles start to react. Quickly! He started to shrink and shrink and shrink...

Once the process was finished, they would find themselves not far away from the ship. It seemed that the process caught the Helmacron's attention because they now had a voice speaking in their head.

< Aliens! We are the Helmacrons of the Galaxy Blaster! We are the bravest, fiercest warriors in the galaxy! If you do not surrender yourselves and your sizechanging power source we will destroy you! >

Galaxy Blaster? Now why did that sound familiar?

"[Stacy put an entire ship into one of the pods?]" Jonas asked rhetorically, recalling 'the Galaxy Blaster' on the list of casualties of Shiva's explosive (he had looked it over later, once he had been able to do so without feeling like he was going to fall apart).

"[All of you, try to stay behind cover if you can,]" he said, phasing into intangibility. "[I will go attempt to take over their ship.]"

Marco send Vision a quick look, his eyebrows furrowed, but he still moved to take cover behind a decent sized chunk of dirt as he talked. "Wait, Stacy picked up Helmacrons? Seriously?! Okay, I already knew that she was nuts from the other wackjobs that she's called 'crew', but this really takes the cake."

Billy dropped to the ground behind a scrap of something-or-other, preparing himself to spring up at any moment. He didn't like this plan at all.

"Between this, the Nightmare King, and the zombie virus, nothing really surprises me anymore."

"Nothing should in this line work," Scott said, hidden behind his own scrap of something-or-other. "That strange AI that abducted me is a good clue to how strange this place is."

"I think somebody told her to throw everything at the Ohm and see what works," Kate rolled her eyes, and then nodded to Jonas.

"Good luck, and be careful. I got your back."

< ALIENS! You have left us no choice. PREPARE TO BE UTTERLY DESTROYED! >

TSEEEEW! TSEEW!

The ship fired at the team. The problem with being super tiny was that those beams were super big.

Jonas was not entirely certain how his abilities would interact with the Helmacron's unfamiliar technology, so he made an effort to dodge the beams in spite of his intangibility. So far, so good. He only hoped that none of his compatriots would be injured before he was able to take over the Galaxy Blaster.

Billy hit the ground again and rolled, not trusting his whatever-it-was to deflect. This was going to be a trying mission, he could already tell.

"What should we do? Wait for Jonas?"

"Give him some time!" Scott hollered over the beams, ducking out of the way. "Until then, let's try to distract these bite-sized punks with something old-fashioned!"

"Old-fashioned, you say?" Kate smirked as she quickly grabbed a few arrows from out of her quiver.

"All ready on it," she replied as she nocked a pair, and pulled the string back. She aimed toward the blasts were originating from and let go, watching them hit their target.

The arrow struck true, hitting and incapacitating at least one of the beams. Unfortunately, it didn't stop the ship from emitting electricty across its plating.

Fortunately for them -- and unfortunately for the team -- the Helmacrons had triggered their electric defenses just as Jonas touched their ship.

"[K-K-K-TTTzz!]"

He fell to the ground in a useless heap, tiny arcs of electricity playing across his body.

"Jonas!" Billy had been just about to fire what he could without morphing, but this was a complication.

If only he was a medic. He swore, digging through his things---no, he didn't have a quickly accessible field-disabler. It would have to be dealt with another way.

"Oh god, Jonas," Kate rushed toward him, but she viciously grabbed more arrows from her quiver. She fired them in rapid succession again toward the Helmacrons.

The Helmacron ship landed, seemingly unaffected by the arrows.

< Lower your weapons or we will kill you all now! >

A ramp extended from the vessel and several aliens, with weapons raised, walked out of the ship. Their heads resembled an inverted pyramid, with their huge, round eyes resting on top of their flat head. Their mouths were like insects. Their bodies looked quite human, except for the fact that they had an extra pair of legs.

< They look like the alien. He must have sent for them. > The Helmacron who spoke gnashed her teeth together. < His usefulness is at an end. >

< WE WILL CRUSH HIM! > Another yelled. < HE WILL REGRET LYING TO THE MIGHTY HELMACRONS! >

< NEEP NEEP NEEP> They all cried at once.

Marco swore. Vision going down was bad enough - but now the Helmacrons had thought someone had send for them. 'Someone' being the mysterious sender of that transmission, no doubt. Whoever they were, their days were numbered now.

"We're going to need to surrender," he said grimly. "We're not going to be able to get Vision to safety without the Helmacrons blasting us all away, and then they'll kill whoever send that transmission before we even have a chance to get to them."

"Then there really is no other choice." It went against what Scott wanted to do - such as fight fight fight back - but the sake of the team was at stake and he reluctantly nodded in agreement.

The Helmacrons surrounded them and forced them to march into the Galaxy Blaster. The light inside the ship was too bright to be comfortable. The halls were made of some kind of metallic structure. It was cramped and gave off a claustrophobic feel, although the more tactical minds might assess that it made for a wonderful choke point.

As they walked they could hear a Helmacron screaming something, faintly first, but then growing louder as they drew closer until finally they could make out the words.

< You did this! You brought them here! All this time you said you were helping us but you were working for them all along! >

By now they were close enough to hear something else. The sound of someone gasping for breath, of someone choking. A sound that faded with each passing second as the person came closer to death.

< You will not succeed! > The Helmacron continued. < THEY WILL DIE! I WILL THROW YOUR SEVERED HEAD AT THEM AS A WELCOMING PRESENT BEFORE I SLAY THEM! >

And then there was the sound of a body slamming to the floor at the same time the person breathed- several deep, gasping breaths before she started to cough.

And then the door opened and the prisoners were shoved inside.

There were four Helmacrons standing to the side of the room, keeping a careful eye on their hostage. In the middle of the room was another Helmacron, the one who had been shouting, still staring down at the recipient of her rage.

Still on the floor, body drawn close in a defensive position, ready to push herself up off the ground, the girl saw the prisoners. She saw them and her eyes glanced to the guards, quickly sizing up the situation. Through her rasps she made a sound like a choked laugh. She couldn't keep from grinning.

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