"YOU BRAIN DEAD, NO GOOD, WASTE OF SPACE, IDIOT, BROTHER OF MINE!"

The loud voice reverberated around the large ship known as the Gesellschaft. A large green ship that floated in the sky over the large ocean.

The voice traveled for miles, scaring many and making a certain blue digger shiver in slight fear. For the one who was yelling was a young pirate with a temper. Her name was Tron Bonne and at the moment she was far from a good mood.

What had happened to get the young girl in such a heated mood, well it started like any day. Her brother Teisel had gone down to rob a few dig sights that they had discovered not that long ago.

Her brother had the BRILLANT idea of bringing the Gustaff down to help…and ended up GETTING ARRESTED!

"HOW!?" she screamed loud causing the many servbots to flinch and hide behind her in case they get discovered and ended up being her outlet to let off some steam. "YOU COULD HAVE BLOWN THEM UP! HOW COULD YOU GET YOURSELF CAUGHT!"

"Now dear little sister uh…I can explain…um you see they…uh are very resourceful…they got the jump on me I swear!" The scared face of Tiesiel was on screen garbed in black and white stripes of a prison.

"Oh, okay...Right, the DIGGERS got the jump on you WHILE YOU HAD A MECH SUIT!" Tron snapped. "What did they do, throw a wrench at your head when you weren't looking?!"

"...Yes..." The man looked down, ashamed.

"GAH! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A BRAIN, DO YOU YOU DOLT?!"

"Sis..."

"NO! NO! YOU'RE A CHILD! YOU'RE A LITTLE KID!" Tron snapped. "AND NOW I HAVE TO POOL TOGETHER YOUR BAIL MONEY! WE ARE FLAT BROKE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG THAT'S GONNA TAKE?!"

"…A week?"

"…."

"…"

"I'm going to end the call right now. Do us both a favor and don't call back. I will get you when I get the money..." Tron said flatly her left eye twitching rapidly.

"Thanks sis"

"Don't thank me yet! When you get back we will be having a long talk, IN THE TORTURE ROOM!"

"Wha! Hold on! Tron!" but his face was wiped off the screen showing the large sea beyond.

Tron took a very deep breath and exhaled. She loved her brother, she really did but he did things that had always got on her nerves. She sat down on the captain's seat and let out a sigh placing a hand on her aching head.

"Plot a course, next spot of land we are taking everything that isn't nailed down. And if it is, find a way to get the nails out!" she shouted causing the many servbots to solute and get to work.

She glared forward with crossed arms, waiting. Soon enough, their next destination was set. They were going to a small town known as Little Whinging. If there was one thing Tron knew, it was to start small and stealthy. And so, they took off.

"We're gonna be landing any second now, Ms. Tron!" One of her servbots said with a salute.

"Finally." Tron replied. "That took way too long... Yeah, we'll have it in one week..." She muttered, rolling her eyes. Her brother was such a clod sometimes...

"Ms. Tron! Where do you wanna land it?"

"Somewhere discrete, where we won't arouse any suspicion." Tron replied.

"Oh...We were gonna land on the roof of that school-" Tron whacked the Servbot on the head.

"You moron!" She snapped. "That's not discrete at all! And besides, there's kids at that school! What if you lamebrains hit one of them?!"

"Sorry!" The servbot said flinching back scared.

Tron let out an annoyed sigh and stood up. "Get the backup Gustaff ready, I'll take a few of you down and rob the local bank." She ordered as she marched out of the room.

"Aye aye Ms. Tron!" they chorused.

Tron walked down the long hallways of the ship and soon made it to the tech room, she walked in and saw the servbots working on the spare Gustaff. "Come on! We don't have all day!" she shouted.

Soon the mech was ready. Tron sat snugly in the battle suit and smirked lightly. "Now, let's get my idiot brother out of prison! Next stop the bank!"

She dropped down from the low flying ship and landed on the ground with around seven servbots hanging on for dear life.

"All right lets-huh?" she looked around confused as to their location. They were in a small neighborhood were the house looked the same. Her left eye started to twitch. "Number 67…" she mumbled low.

"Uh oh…we were a little off Ms. Tron…"

Tron kicked him into a wall. "I deserved that..." Tron rubbed her temples.

"I swear, I'm the only one around here with common sense..." She muttered, eyes closed.

"M-Miss Tron...?"

"WHAT?!"

"While we're here...should we take what we can...?" Tron took a deep, long breath.

"I mean...yeah, we might as well." She replied. "Just don't do anything stupid."

"Yes ma'am!" And so, the Servbots began to invade the houses.

"The subtlety of a trainwreck..."

She leaned back in the mech and watched the servbots, tallying what they were bringing back. This little neighborhood had some good stuff. She smirked as she checked off another item shifting her reading glasses that she now wearing.

"Looks like a good haul, surprised no one has called the cops…yet." She said to herself. She was actually a little surprised about that. The two seemed dead. She gazed up and realized why. "Around early afternoon. So many are still at work, and others off doing whatever…what a lucky break."

The last of the servbots returned to the mech and Tron smirked as she crossed off another item. "Alright, not a bad haul. Made the best out of bad situation. Now…wait where's teem C?" she asked.

The servbots looked around confused as well.

"Ms. Tron!"

She turned to see a servbot run up to her with wide scared eyes. He was a member of teem C. "Oh there you are, anything to report?" she asked.

"Ms. Tron come quick! Something has happened!" he shouted running off again.

Tron watched him and then sighed deeply. "Spoke too soon." She said and had the mech follow the little robot. What she saw caused her eyes to start twitching. In front of the house were the rest of teem C and they were just lying there…not moving.

Tron groaned out loud. "This is bad." She said. "Get them back to the ship! I'll reboot them after I figure out what's going on here!" There were no cars in the driveway...No one seemed to be home...What could have happened to her minions? Well, whatever it was, it was gonna pay. NO ONE hurt her minions except for her!

Scowling, she stomped over to the house and peeked through a window. "No one home..." She looked behind her to see a small group of servbots had stayed behind. "Get out of here! What if you get shut down too?!" They saluted and ran off.

Shaking her head, the young woman pressed a button on her remote. This summoned gustaff to her location. She climbed inside the machine, then decided to use it to fly up and get a look through some more windows.

However, when she reached the very top window, the magic surrounding the house effected her machine, and caused it to shut down. Her eyes widened as her seat fell out from under her, leaving her sitting in midair. "Uh-oh..." She then yelped as she fell from the air and landed headfirst in the ground, getting buried up to her waistline with her legs pointed in the air.

Tron let out a groan of pain as she just laid there. She slowly placed her feet on the ground and pushed up shaking her hips to try and wiggle out. Slowly she was out with a large gasp of breath. She sat back on the ground her arms back to support her. "What the heck!" she said while taking deep breathes.

She glared at the house with narrowed eyes. "What are you hiding?" she whispered standing up and crossing her arms. She walked over to the front of the house and glared at the door. She reached behind her and pulled out a hairpin.

She inserted the hairpin into the lock and started to move it pressing her ear to the door to hear what she was doing. When she heard the click she smirked and leaned back and opened the door. She smirked and looked down at her hair pin. "Never leave home without it."

The young woman sauntered into the house and began looking around. "Huh. What a boring place we have here." She said. "Too ordinary and clean...I'd go nuts if I had to live here..." Shaking her head, she looked around. "This place has got some pretty good stuff, I'll say that much..." She began to pocket as much as she could, inspecting every nook and cranny of the house for more.

Soon enough, she had cleaned it out. "Well, that's done...But I still haven't figured out what caused my machines to shut down..." Suddenly, something caught her attention.

A cupboard under the stairs.

The young woman smirked and rubbed her hands together. "Oooh, what goodies do they have in here?" She said in delight before making her way over. She yanked the cupboard door open and gazed inside...

And froze in shock as she stared into the emerald green eyes of a little boy. She stared at the small child in shock at his small size and then the horrendous smell started to make her gag.

She pulled back lightly and then noticed the boy's conditions and her eyes grew wide in horror. He was wearing a very large shirt that looked three sizes too big, the shirt was covered in blood. The boy himself was curled sitting up. His head had snapped to the door when she had opened it and now was frozen in fear at the unknown woman.

"Wh..what…how…who?"

She was stopped however when the child turned and lifted up a small blush bear and held it out to her.

"Please…please don't hurt me…I don't have much…" his voice was shaking.

Tron stared blankly at the bear. She then looked back to the boy. "Um..." SO many thoughts were running through her head. Who was this kid? What was he doing in the cupboard? Why was he bleeding? Wait...

Tron's eyes widened before narrowing in realization. 'Kid locked up in a cupboard in his own house... Looks scared to see another person...He's covered in blood and bruises...This can only mean one thing...This kid's being abused by his own family!' She was furious at the mere thought of it.

She valued family very much. The idea that someone would be cruel enough to beat their own family member...their own CHILD...It was blood boiling.

"Wait, no..." He sniffled. "I changed my mind...Please don't take my teddy away..." He hugged the bear tightly. "I-I'm sorry, Teddy...I won't let her take you away..."He began to tear up as he pressed his face into the bear's furry head.

Tron felt her heart break at the sight. She reached in to grab him then froze when the sound of a car pulling up caught her ears. Her eyes narrowed dangerously and turned back to the door to here heavy foot falls walking up the door.

She looked back at the kid and saw his terror and gave him a sad look before reaching in and rubbing his hair causing him to blink and look over at her with confusion. "Wait here for a second." She said with a wink and moved back and closed the cupboard.

Harry stared at the door with wide eyes before moving slightly and gently pushing it open. The lady seemed different then his family. She sounded…kind.

The door opened wide and a fat man walked in with a scowl. "BRAT! I DON'T SMELL DINNER COOKING!" he shouted out and stepped into the house.

Only to be kicked right between the legs.

"YOU FAT, DISGUSTING, WORTHLESS, GOOD FOR NOTHING EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING!" Tron screeched as she repeatedly planted her foot firmly where the sun don't shine. "YOU STUPID, SLOBBERING PSYCHOPATH!"

"Why...?" Vernon squeaked.

"HOW DARE YOU?! WHERE DO YOU GET OFF HURTING A TODDLER LIKE THAT?! WHERE?!"

Vernon squeaked in response. Tron pinned him to the ground by the throat.

"I heard the screams." She lied. "That's why I'm here." Vernon's rage kicked in. The boy screamed last night...He screamed, and the woman heard...

The man griped her ankle and with surprising strength tossed her to the side. Tron landed on the ground holding her head in light pain. A shadow soon covered her making her eyes go wide and look up.

Vernon was staring down at her his anger numbing his pain right now. The woman had heard she needed to be dealt with. He reached behind him and grabbed the telephone cord his intentions quite clear.

He approached the girl menacingly, 'CLANG!' Only to be hit over the head with small cannon ball making the man stagger. Tron took this chance and with all her strength kicked him right between the legs again causing the big man to fall.

She stood up quickly and looked over to see some Servbots holding the cannon balls a good distance away.

"Ms. Tron! Are you alright?!"

Tron let out a relived sigh and smiled at them. "Yeah, thanks for that!" she shouted before she glared down at the pained man. She pressed her foot onto his chest forcing him flat. "Now before I hang your ugly mug to dry, you better have a good reason for what you did!" she said sternly.

Vernon gritted her teeth. "Get...your bloody foot...OFF OF ME!" He roared. She responded by stepping on him harder.

"ANSWER." She said furiously. "Or else..." She reached into her pocket. She didn't use this often, but she was about to.

She pulled out a laser gun and pointed it at Vernon's forehead. "You can put two and two together, can't you?"

Vernon paled when he saw the gun pressed to his forehead. "I DID IT BECAUSE HE'S A FREAK!" Tron scowled. "HE'S AN ABOMINATION! I HATE THE BOY! HATE HIM! HATE! HIM! HE SHOWS UP ON OUR DOORSTEP AND WE'RE SUDDENLY EXPECTED TO RAISE HIM?! I DON'T THINK SO! FREAKS DON'T GET LOVE!"

The room was dead silent. The servbots were wide-eyed shocked. Not a sound could be heard around the house. The fat man was breathing hard as he stared up at the girl who had him at gun point. He was scared, more like terrified.

Tron held her head down her scowl turning darker her eyes glaring down at the fat man, her arm was shaking slightly in rage. She pulled back the trigger for the laser gun making the man tense under her.

"That…that's your excuse?" she said softly her tone dangerous. "That's your excuse for hurting that child?" she asked darkly.

She stepped firmly on the big man making him wince. "You're a monster!" she aimed down ready to blow his brains but lucky for her someone stopped her.

"WAIT!" the surprisingly loud voice of the hurt boy shouted as he limped out of the cupboard.

Tron blinked and turned around. "Kid?" She asked, tilting her head. "What is it?" The child continued limping towards her.

"No..." He sniffled. "Don't hurt him...Please..." He tripped and fell to the floor. "I don't want him hurt..."

Tron frowned deeply at the child, then glared hatefully at the man. "Consider yourself lucky the kid's so nice, or else your head would be a smear on the ground." She spat.

"Damn you..." The man replied. Tron rolled her eyes and kicked him in the crotch again before making her way to the boy.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to fix the damage you did to him."

She walked over to the down child who was trying to push himself back up, but was too weak and tired. Tron frowned sadly as she knelt down and gently lifted the boy up into her arms. She was surprised how light he was but it pained her more when she thought of why.

She stood up with the child looking down at him with a sad look. He gazed up at her with wide green eyes. "Hey there kid. I'm getting you out of here." She said lightly.

Harry blinked up at her with wide eyes confused.

'Why?"

Tron gave him a flat look. "So you can stop being that things punching bag duh."

Harry shifted his gaze down in shame. "Msorry…I know I'm stupid…"

Tron gritted her teeth as she glared at the fat man. She gave him another kick in the crotch before looking at the boy. "Hey, none of that." She said sternly. "I'm gonna have to help you get over that..."

"M'sorry..." Tron shook her head.

"No worries." She replied. "Do you have your teddy?" Harry shook his head. "Okay, let's go get your teddy." She walked back to the cupboard and picked up the small bear. "There."

"Teddy!" Harry cheered, taking it from her and hugging it tightly.

Tron smiled softly down at the little boy. He was surprisingly cute for a little guy. She began to walk to the door then paused as she looked back to see the man trying to get up but failing. She gave her a shark like grin. "Enjoy having the cops at your house!" she said before stepping out.

She walked over to her servbots who looked up at the little boy with wide eyed curiosity. She smirked down at them. "Don't just stand there! We got get him back to the ship Pronto!"

"Yes Ms. Tron!" they all shouted and saluted and got to work running back to the Gustaff and getting it ready to launch back to the mother ship. She smiled down at the wide eyed child. "You okay squirt?"

"There are so many…are they robots?" he asked his voice small yet his curiosity shining through.

Tron smiled as she walked away from the house. "Yep! I call them Servbots, 'cause they're kinda like my minions."

"What's a minion...?"

"Well, a minion's basically someone you have to do jobs and stuff for you."

"Just like me?" Harry asked softly. Tron immediately shook her head.

"You're not a minion, kid." She said. "You're just a...well, a kid."

"But...I do work all the time...I...I work all day and Uncle Vernon doesn't let me sleep very much...If I do all those jobs, I gotta be a minion, right?"

Tron stared at him wide eyed. He…he had to do all that…? She felt her anger start to rise again as she glared back at the house but took a deep breath. 'Bastard…Should have shot him' she shook those dark thoughts away and gave the kid a stern frown.

"You're not a minion kid. First off the serbots are designed to serve that's their purpose, that's why I made them. You…you're a human being…you shouldn't have to been the one to do all that." She stressed.

Harry lowered his head sadly. He had made her angry. She hated him now, he knew it.

Tron noticed his sad face and sighed deeply. 'Great now he's upset…well more upset. How do I fix this' She thought for a second before a distant memory flashed in her mind making her smile sadly, 'I…can give that a try'.

Slowly she moved the boy so she was now cradling him and rocked him gently in her arms. She ran a hand through his hair and hummed a soft toon that she had only learned from memory's long past.

The child blinked as he looked up at her with wide eyes. Tron smiled and gave him a wink, still humming her tune. The boy shyly decided to try his luck and snuggled in closer to her chest.

Tron's smile widened, and she eventually finished her song. By the time it was over, she had already reached her ship. 'Huh. That was quick.' She thought. Smiling, she entered and made her way to her chair, still holding the little boy gently. "So you feeling better?" She asked, her voice uncharacteristically soothing. The boy nodded shyly.

"I-I think so..." He replied. Tron blinked when she noticed something moist in the corners of his eyes, and the fact that his voice was shaking.

He was about to cry...

Tron's eyes widened at that and started to internally panicking. 'What did I do, what do I do!?' But then almost like a spring breeze she realized what to do.

She hugged him close to herself and whispered in his ear. "Let it out."

And he did. He buried his face in her chest and cried. The sound painful for the young girl, not for being loud but just for the amount of pain it held within it.

She tightened her grip on the boy, at the moment it was just them, no servbots, Teisel, annoying blue digger, or the bale money it was just her and the little boy. "Let it out…let it out." She whispered softy leaning back in her chair with him. "Ms. Tron's got you."

Harry's sobs racked his entire tiny body, causing him to tremble and shake with every sob. Tron rocked him gently, stroking his back. This felt...right.

Soon enough, he finally cried himself out. He let out a soft hiccup. "Th-Thank...you..." He said softly. Tron smirked.

"No problem, little guy." She replied. "How do you feel now?" He sniffled.

"S-Sleepy..." He replied timidly. Tron nodded.

"Well, go ahead and take a rest."

"R-Really...?"

"Yes. REALLY really." Smiling, the boy snuggled in closer to her and closed his eyes. He had just met this woman...But he felt like he had found the one thing he wanted more than anything...

"Mama..." He mumbled before he drifted off to sleep.

Tron's eyes had gone as wide as diner plates her mouth falling open comically and her face had flushed a deep red. "Ma…mama?!" she asked shocked but the child was already asleep.

"We're all set Ms. Tron!" a servbot said shaking her out of her shock. She looked up at the little bot and gave it a nod. "Right…uh…" she looked back down at the boy.

"The little human called her mama!"

"Does that mean she is his mama?"

"Mama Tron!" they chorused then froze as they slowly turned to see the annoyed Tron Bonne her eyes twitching. She kicked them hard sending the, flying out of the room before sitting back down on the chair with a huff.

"Idiots, I can't be his mother! I'm not old enough. A pirate for a mother how farfetched." She fazed back down at the child and felt her heart warm at the sleeping child. She smiled softly as she ran a hand through his hair.

"Though…" she spoke with a soft smirk. "Mama Tron dose had a nice ring to it."