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# đź“– *Ben 10: The Lost Years*
**Episode 11 – The Shifting Titan
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### **POV: Earth – Shop Class**
The shop smelled like oil, rust, and melted rubber. Perfect environment for creative disaster.
Ben Tennyson hunched over a school‑issued go‑kart project. The other students just bolted wheels on frames, boring as cardboard. Ben's Spark buzzed, pulsing under his ribs, whispering better ways.
He twisted a screwdriver, rewired half the ignition coil to a magnet pump and slapped the frame shut.
"Uh, Ben?" Marty asked nervously, "what are you building?"
"Science," Ben smirked.
He twisted the key. The kart roared like a jet engine, shot ten feet across the floor, smashed the blackboard, and showered sparks like fireworks.
The class shrieked.
The teacher bellowed: "TENNYSON!"
Ben dropped the wrench, shrugged. "Okay. Note to self: gunpowder wheels = bad idea."
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### **POV: Ben – Internal**
On the walk home, backpack heavy, he let himself grin. At school, he was the lazy joker, the trouble magnet. But Spark hummed louder when the stars came out.
*This world thinks I almost flunk shop class. But out there? Out there I'm the Spark trickster general. And the galaxy isn't done with me yet.*
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## 🚀 Transition: From Earth to Space
That night, Ben slipped into the junkyard, Spark leading him toward the shuttle. Argit was gone, and it was quieter without him — but emptiness meant no betrayals either.
The Spark throbbed harder when the nav console flickered coordinates. A *Tetramand distress signal.*
Ben leaned back and smirked. "Okay, Titanfolk. Guess Tennyson's your cavalry tonight."
The shuttle rumbled skyward, cracked atmosphere, and vanished into stars.
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### **POV: Attea – Pre‑Battle**
The Tetramand colony looked like a powder keg ready to collapse. Raiders had struck twice this month. Now the proud four‑armed warriors were low on supplies, backs to the canyon.
Attea relished their desperation. Standing atop a ridge, armor gleaming, she spread her hands dramatically.
Deliver me your ores, she demanded. Swear loyalty to the Incursean Empire. Tribute for protection. Pretty little deal.
The Tetramand elder Rhogar refused, voice thunderous: "We are not slaves to frogs."
Attea smirked. "You will be."
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### **POV: Ben – Epic Entrance**
Engines screeched and a battered shuttle slammed into the scorched ground. Raiders scattered. Tetramands blinked. The hatch hissed.
And of course, out stepped a boy in a hoodie, pipe strapped to his back, hair messy, grin smug.
"Wow," Ben called out loud. "Whole standoff and not one of you thought to order pizza? Brutal hospitality."
The canyon froze.
Attea blinked. Then her eyes narrowed. "You again?!"
Ben tilted his head, grin wider. "Wow. Still not married off? Whole galaxy's waiting on your evil‑queen arc."
Laughter rippled through Tetramands. Attea's cheeks burned green‑red fury.
"You insolent mammal!" she spat. "You will bow before Princess Attea!"
Ben smirked. "Sorry, kneeling class was canceled. Budget cuts."
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### **POV: Raiders**
Their commander barked. "Kill the brat! End the Watchless One before his mouth kills morale!"
But before blasters fired, the Spark pulsed.
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### **POV: Ben – Spark in Action**
Time bent. He felt raiders' fingers itch seconds before they squeezed triggers, sensed the firing arcs, the whine of engines.
Ben ducked left, pipe cracking a wrist. He slid between boulders, shouting: "Trip the line on three!" Tetramands obeyed, ripping chains taut just as hovercrafts dove. Metal ground sparks. Raiders toppled.
Ben laughed, Spark singing louder. "Gary‑level aim, guys. Proud of you."
Attea roared her title again. Ben cut her off. "Maybe if you yell PRINCESS harder they'll surrender?"
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### **POV: Attea – Shaken**
She hated him. But beneath hate, something else crawled: fascination. He mocked fearlessly. Danced through blades like he knew the future. Directed giants with sarcasm alone.
*How does this human child outshine me?*
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### **POV: Tetramand Elder**
Victory rang across the canyon.
Elder Rhogar clasped Ben's hand in all four of his. "You saved Titan spawn with Spark wit, not muscle. Honor demands tribute. You shall have our war‑forge child."
From the forges rolled a colossal machine. Plates shimmered red. Panels shifted, folding, sliding, twisting. Tank. Shuttle. Battleship outline. Then shrank down to hover‑bike. Then collapsed all the way into… a ragged BMX bicycle.
Ben's jaw dropped. "It's a… space transformer bike‑tank‑shuttle… skateboard thing. I'm in love."
The Tetramands roared laughter.
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### **POV: Morphic Titan AI**
**Bond detected. Spark resonance confirmed.**
**Accepted. Pilot chosen: Benjamin Tennyson. Function: Protect. Adapt. Endure.**
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### **POV: Attea – Humiliation**
Attea almost screamed. The revered Titan tech, given to a human brat? To a sarcastic scrawny boy? She clenched fists until claws dug skin.
*That thing should obey me. Me, not him!*
Yet as he laughed on its seat, she felt an uneasy tug.
Anger. Envy. And, worst of all, fascination.
She hissed under her breath: "I'll take it from him. And maybe… his smirk."
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### **POV: Galactic Gossip that Night**
"…The boy commands Titans now."
"He rides a chariot alive, forged by Tetramand hands."
"Even Princess Attea was humbled beside him."
A new whisper spread: **Rider of the Shifting Titan.**
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## 🌍 Earth Close – Bellwood
The next morning the Morphic Titan crouched quietly in its lowest form: a scratched BMX bike, paint chipped, looked like it came from a yard sale.
Ben pedaled up to Bellwood High. Gary sneered. "Nice junker, loser. Thing even roll?"
Ben smirked. "Rolls fine. Wanna race?"
Marty blinked. He knew Ben — trouble magnet, doodle genius, sarcastic. But there was something about the way he sat on that "bike"… like it purred under him.
Ms. Dalton sipped coffee watching him chain it outside. "That boy," she muttered. "One day he'll crack the world open."
The Spark thrummed, Titan humming quietly in sync.
Bellwood saw junk.
The galaxy already whispered: **"The Sparked Trickster now rides a Titan."**
And Ben laughed to himself: "Best. Skateboard upgrade. Ever."
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✨ **Final Episode 11