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# đź“– *Ben 10: The Lost Years*
**Episode 14 – Plumber Whispers // The Sparked General **
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### **POV: Earth – Principal's Office**
Ben sat slouched as Principal Shaw lectured for the twentieth time that year.
"Continuous tardiness, apathy toward assignments, detentions piling up — Benjamin, this does not look good."
Ben doodled Tetramand circuit schematics on a sticky note, muttering. "Yeah, absolutely tragic."
Shaw squinted. "Are you even listening?"
Ben pocketed the note and smiled. "Unquestionably."
Sandra Tennyson rubbed her forehead beside him. How was her son both exhausting *and* ahead of every line?
Shaw rapped his pen. "One day, Mr. Tennyson, all this wasting potential will cost you dearly."
Ben's smirk softened slightly. *Not if you only knew…*
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### **POV: Earth – Bike Rack**
His "bike" squeaked like death when he chained it up again after Principal's harangue. To Ben — his Morphic Titan purred quietly, disguised obediently. Nobody noticed. Everyone laughed.
Across the galaxy, people whispered of his Titan as a **living war steed.** On Earth, Gary called it "garbage on wheels."
Dual life balanced perfectly.
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## 🚀 **Transition — Summoned by Labrid**
That evening, stars framed the junkyard when Titan transformed around him into shuttle form. Magister Labrid appeared in holographic comms.
"Tennyson," Labrid barked. "Council records are filled with rumors. Prison break. Syndicate ambush. Raider commands. Even rogue princesses. Council needs proof. You're to stand in mission observation."
Ben grinned. "So I'm invited to career day?"
Labrid groaned. "Think of it as judgment day."
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### **POV: Plumber Council — Off‑World Chambers**
Plumber Magistrates whisper‑argued:
"Max's grandson? Too reckless."
"He whipped colonies into militia victories."
"He piloted tech not ours. A bonded Titan!"
"That makes him dangerous *and* valuable."
Magister Pyke snapped, "We must watch him directly."
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### **POV: Princess Attea — Another Scheme**
Attea seethed with memory of Titan granting itself to Ben, not her. Humiliation that still simmered. Yet… fascination kept her tethered.
She smirked in her flagship: "Council wants to test him? Perfect. I'll embarrass him in full Plumbers' view. That Titan will be mine."
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## ⚔️ **Space Mission — Observation Field**
### **POV: Ben**
Titan landed with grace on a Plumber observation frigate. Dockyards filled with eyes. Men, women, rookies, brass — *all staring at a 14‑year‑old human boy in hoodie and sneakers.*
Ben waved lazily. "Wow. Big crowd for open mic night."
Murmurs spread.
"Too casual."
"Too cocky."
"Or maybe too sure?"
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### **POV: Labrid**
He observed sternly as mission feed lit up: Syndicate raiders again, reinforced with Warlord merc engines. Perfect trial run. Too dangerous for a child — but legends demanded truth.
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### **POV: Engagement Field**
Titan unfolded crimson wings into jagged shuttle form. Raiders swarmed. Ben leaned into controls like skateboard curve.
"Alright, buddy. Let's fry some frog legs."
Titan pulsed, plates unfolding into tank‑ship hybrid. Blaster fire splattered. Raiders reeled.
Ben shouted into comm: "North flank tighten! Jeena, crystal spikes on my mark, now!"
Rookies obeyed. Enemy flank collapsed.
Labrid blinked. He wasn't ordering — *Ben was.*
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### **POV: Attea — Counter‑Entry**
Attea crashed into field with elite guard. She screamed from her cockpit. "That Titan obeys YOU? A mudball mammal brat? It was forged for ROYALTY!"
Ben casually commed back: "Maybe it just likes personality more than arrogance. Sorry, Princess."
Her face flushed dark green fury. She launched volleys directly at Titan.
Titan instinctively switched to **battleship plating**, blocking whole blasts. AI pulsed: **Protect spark-bonded pilot.**
Galaxy's legends blossomed in whispers: *His Titan obeys his Spark alone.*
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### **POV: Plumber Magistrates Watching**
On live feed, they gasped.
"He takes command like a general."
"He sees enemy before motion begins. Spark foresight."
"Even Incursean royalty cannot claim this Titan."
"He's not recruit. He's not cadet. He's… leader."
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### **POV: Ben – Sarcastic Flourish**
Inside battle haze, Ben barked at Attea:
"Hey froggie, you might wanna adjust shampoo. Rage goo's leaking out your crown."
Tetramand guards roared laughter through comm. Even Plumber rookies chuckled.
Attea screamed: "I WILL DROWN YOU!"
Ben laughed: "Join the club!"
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### **POV: Spark Peak Moment**
Spark throbbed hardest ever. Raiders trying to flank — Ben *sensed it* seconds before comms even lit warnings. He re‑vectored Titan to split plating, creating **decoy clones** of itself (light‑holo morphs shimmering). Raiders fired wrong targets.
Crowds gasped. Even Labrid clenched fists in shock.
Not just Titan's AI. **The Spark itself taught Ben how best to use it.**
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### **POV: Battle Resolution**
Raiders cut losses. Attea retreated, fuming, whispering dark promises.
Ben leaned back against seat, drenched in sweat and smug. He piped in again: "So, Council satisfied? Or would you like another roast session?"
Council feeds silent. Whispers filled halls. New titles sparking:
"The Sparked General."
"The Watchless One commands armies."
"Even royalty yields to sarcasm."
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## 🌍 **Back to Earth**
Titan shrank down again at Bellwood's bike rack. Rust squeaked convincingly.
Gary: "Still riding that trash heap, Tennyson?"
Ben: "Yep. Now with extra squeak feature."
Classmates laughed at his bad "bike." No one guessed it was the same vehicle that humiliated Syndicate fleets last night, live‑cast across Plumbers.
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### **POV: Galactic Tavern — Closing Gossip**
"They saw him on Council live‑feeds. He commanded fleets like veteran."
"His Titan grows illusions itself."
"They call him… The Sparked General."
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### **POV: Ben — Bedroom Reflection**
At night, Ben fiddled Spark in chest, Titan disguised by wall, humming quietly alive.
He whispered, "Sparked General, huh? Too much pressure, buddy. Still gotta pass history quizzes."
Titan purred, Spark resonating comfort.
Two lives: Earth laughed at his junk bike. The galaxy whispered his name louder every night.