# đź“– *Ben 10: The Lost Years*
**Episode 15 – War Before Dawn **
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### **POV: Earth – Graduation Eve**
Principal Shaw's voice droned over the intercom: "Tomorrow is Bellwood Middle's graduation. Students not meeting criteria will be barred."
Eyes set on Ben Tennyson at the back.
Ms. Dalton shook her head. His attendance was tattered, his attention inconsistent. And yet his exam scores were... unnaturally high. His doodles? Pure physics mastery. His essays? Sarcastic brilliance disguised.
She muttered under breath: "You'll either be expelled from life... or valedictorian. Probably both."
Ben slouched, half‑smile tugging. Spark hummed: tomorrow would be bigger than graduation.
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### **POV: Plumber Council – Transmission**
Magistrates' faces flickered. Magister Labrid briefed sternly.
"Raiders, Syndicate cells, Incursean militias — three factions stoking sector war. Tennyson's name already spreads as general. Maybe rumor stabilizes them. Maybe his Spark can stop this bloodshed. If he fails...? Entire quadrant collapses."
One council member hissed: "He's a CHILD."
Labrid's answer: "He's myth now, and myths command armies."
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## 🚀 **Transition — Titan Rises**
That night in Bellwood's junkyard, his "rust bike" shivered alive. Wheels unfolded, plates rippled crimson, AI purred.
"Big fight tonight, huh buddy?" Ben whispered. "Let's make 'em believe."
Titan roared. Spark throbbed. They shot upward into orbit.
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### **POV: Princess Attea – Fury**
Within her war barge, Attea preened. "This time, he won't humiliate me. This time... I'll drown the brat's legend."
But she couldn't escape that twist in her chest: rage, envy... fascination.
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## ⚔️ **Main Battle – War Before Dawn**
### **POV: Ben**
Space lit with fleets. Raider dreadnaughts. Incursean frog craft. Syndicate black fangs. Thousands.
Spark seared *every* motion before it happened. Titanic.
"Alright, buddy," Ben muttered to his shapeshifting steed. "One shot for peace."
Titan unfolded to **max battleship mode**, dwarfing Plumber cruisers. AI purred: **General command authorized.**
Comms burst alive. Confused soldiers stared at his face. *A boy?*
"Hey everyone!" Ben grinned through sweat. "Let's skip the war and embarrass raiders instead. Follow my lead."
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### **POV: Colonists**
They had no reason to obey a child. And yet, his voice carried Spark conviction. They followed.
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### **POV: Attea**
Her own guards hesitated. Some whispered: "The Sparked General commands. Should we obey?"
She screeched. "No — I AM ROYALTY."
And yet, she clenched fists watching Ben direct battles beyond her dreams.
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### **POV: Ben – Climax**
His Spark synchronized wholly with Titan's morphs. It split into decoys again, generated holo‑doubles, re‑fused into fortress warship, then shrank to agile dart.
He saw *everything* before it came. Called orders seconds ahead.
One whisper surged and spread across frequencies:
**"The General Without An Army."**
Enemies buckled. Commanders surrendered. Attea, foaming with fury, retreated once more — vowing this wasn't over.
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### **POV: Plumber Magistrates**
On Council screen, one whispered: "He performs what ten fleets could not. Alone."
Another: "General Without An Army."
Labrid sighed. "Ben Tennyson is no recruit. He is... inevitability."
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## 🌍 **Earth Close – Graduation Morning**
Ben yawned as Sandra briskly shook him awake. "Graduation. Come on."
Still sore from commanding galactic fleets hours before, he slipped hoodie on, tucked Titan disguised as junk BMX under porch. It hummed quietly, satisfied.
At the ceremony, Principal Shaw adjusted glasses, aghast at the final grade cards.
"Somehow," he muttered grimly, "Benjamin Tennyson's final results... rank top of class."
Students gasped.
Gary's jaw dropped. "Tennyson?!"
Ms. Dalton looked stunned, then smiled slightly. Genius. Pure restless genius.
Ben took the valedictorian scroll, smirk wide. "Guess trouble pays."
Crowds clapped wildly. His mother beamed proud.
Nobody knew the galaxy already clapped a thousand times louder.
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### **POV: Galactic Gossip – Epilogue**
– "The Watchless One prevented a war."
– "The Sparked General commanded armies without owning one."
– "He rides a living Titan steed. Even princesses fail to match him."
Legends closed the arc: *The Rider of the Shifting Titan. The General Without An Army.*
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### **POV: Ben – Final Beat of the Lost Years**
That night, he lay flat in bed, valedictorian scroll leaning against wall, Morphic Titan folded nearby disguised as BMX. Spark pulsed quietly.
He smirked tiredly. "Graduated first in school. Graduated first in galactic trouble. High school... brace yourself."
Titan hummed back, AI warmth resonating.
And far above, stars whispered the name **Ben Tennyson** louder than ever... even though Bellwood still only called him "lazy trouble magnet."
One life ending. Another beginning. Alien Force awaited.
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✨ **Episode 15