# đź“– *Ben 10: The Lost Years*
**Episode 13 – Rookie Mission
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### **POV: Earth — Classroom Morning**
Ben Tennyson slouched in his seat, hoodie up, staring at another lecture. Ms. Dalton's voice trailed over Shakespeare sonnets nobody cared about. He yawned, doodling in the margin of his page — designs for thruster stabilizers that would make NASA jealous, if they could even understand them.
Gary tossed a note behind him: *"Nice bike, loser. Wanna race my cousin's Mustang?"*
Ben smirked, flicked it back. He scribbled on the note: *"Sorry, mine's faster. Yours doesn't fold into a tank."*
Gary blinked. "What?"
The bell rang. Ben grinned, Spark humming in his chest. His "bike" awaited.
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### **POV: Plumber Headquarters Transmission — Pre-Mission Brief**
"Subject: Tennyson, Benjamin. Alias: the Watchless One, the Sparked, Rider of Titan."
Magister Labrid's voice filled the Plumber chamber.
"I propose we bring him into a rookie mission. Let them see for themselves what he can or cannot do. If nothing else," Labrid growled, "we will measure the danger of leaving him unchecked."
Rookie files opened: Ragnor (Revonnahgander) and Jeena (Petrosapien cadet). Both whispered about the human before, unsure if legend or rumor. Now they would *see.*
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### **POV: Ben — Departure**
The Morphic Titan purred under him, disguised as a BMX. As soon as he pedaled into the junkyard, plates shifted, wheels folding in, glowing core unveiling. In a shimmer of molten light, Titan grew into crimson‑black shuttle form.
Ben grinned. "Alright, buddy. Let's make some rookies jealous."
He throttled up and shot into orbit.
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## 🚀 **Transition: Titan + Rookies**
### **POV: Rookie Jeena**
Jeena crossed arms, crystalline shoulders stiff. "They're sending a child."
Ragnor chuckled uncomfortably, his long rifle strapped to his back. "Rumor says he outwitted Skrall. And survived Syndicate sanction."
The hangar bay shimmered as Titan lowered, massive plates adjusting like a Transformer. The shuttle landed. Out stepped Ben in hoodie, pipe half‑strapped, grin cocky.
Jeena scoffed. "This? This is your human spark legend?"
Ben smirked, Spark shimmering faint in his grin. "Hi there. Don't mind the BMX. Sometimes it's a tank."
The Titan hummed, plates shifting to mimic a battle‑bike for one second, then folded back smugly into shuttle mode.
The rookies winced. Maybe… rumors weren't fake after all.
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### **POV: Labrid — Mission Assignment**
"Syndicate weapons transfer in Quadrant Oren‑5," Labrid barked. "Our rookies intercept. Tennyson shadows. If he disrupts too much? I shut him down. Clear?"
Ben mock‑saluted. "Copy that, boss squirrel."
Jeena clenched fists. "He is insufferable."
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### **POV: Ben — Titan in Action**
Titan rocketed through field stars, Spark synced to Ben's gut. He twirled controls easy, one hand snacking chips.
Ragnor stared. "He flies as if the machine was born to him."
Ben smirked without looking. "Actually, buddy here *was* born for me."
Titan's AI core pulsed a vibration through the controls: **Confirmed. Pilot accepted.**
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## ⚔️ **Space Mission — Smuggler Ambush**
### **POV: Labrid**
Syndicate ships appeared, sleek black hulls, guns primed.
"Rookies, move!" Labrid barked.
Ragnor's rifle fired. Jeena launched crystalline spikes.
Ben leaned back. "Suggest you duck."
Before Labrid could snap, Titan unfolded wings — shifting in mid-flight to **heavy tank-ship mode**. A plasma barrage slammed into plates. Titan roared back, deflecting.
Rookies gawked.
Ben laughed: "Told you. Bike by morning, battleship by night."
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### **POV: Jeena — Perspective Shift**
She watched the boy orchestrate raids with Spark uncanny timing. He dodged before blasters fired, commanded Titan to morph around fire. He spun them into cover, called orders like a general.
And his sarcasm still ran:
"Hey rocks‑for‑brains, maybe aim two seconds earlier? Spark could've told you that."
She scowled — but obeyed his calls anyway. Her shot landed truer than before.
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### **POV: Syndicate Leader**
Panic rippled fast. The boy wasn't normal. His *steed* morphed like liquid war. He laughed at every blast.
"This isn't a mission. This is *mythproof,*" the leader hissed. "Abort!"
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### **POV: Ben — Climax**
Raiders scattered as Titan split into hover‑cycles. Panels peeled off shuttle frame to reconfigure, spearing raiders off. Titan reformed instantly into shuttle to collect rookies.
Ben danced pipe and grin. "Mission complete. You're welcome."
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### **POV: Labrid**
Fury tightened Labrid's jaw. The boy saved them all — but not via protocol. Sparks, chaos, sarcasm. Yet alive.
Recruit or rogue? He still couldn't decide.
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## 🌍 **Earth Close**
Titan shrunk once more, plates folding, humming warm as BMX rust again.
Ben chained it outside Bellwood High. Gary snorted. "Wow. Ugly bike even uglier now. Did it fall off a junkyard?!"
Ben smirked, eyes tired from space battle the night before. "Yup. Straight outta landfill."
Inside class, he dropped head to desk, doodling alien schematics again. Ms. Dalton sighed: "Trouble magnet."
Across the galaxy, Syndicate whispers spread:
"The Rider of Titan makes rookies dance."
"The Sparked sees everything before it comes."
"He is neither recruit nor rogue… he is Trickster."
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### **POV: Ben – Epilogue**
At home, Titan purred in corner of garage disguised as busted bike. Ben patted it.
"See, buddy? They'll never get you. Earth thinks you're junk. Galaxy thinks you're legend. You and me — best disguise ever."
Spark throbbed. Titan hummed in reply.
Ben grinned crookedly. Trouble magnet. Titan Rider. Two lives in one. And he'd keep it that way.
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✨ **Episode 13