At the Utonium household, Blossom, Brick, Butch and Buttercup were all arriving back. They had spent all day going back and forth, removing metal from that trapped robot. The problem was that they couldn't remove all the material. The professor's tools failed to cut through some of the pieces. Butch and Buttercup were carrying all they could carry.

"That took forever!" Butch groaned as they entered inside. The ruff leader didn't seem too amused by this.

"Well, if a certain idiot hadn't wasted the laser cutter trying to burn an anthill, we'd have been done sooner," Brick reminded him. He swore to the heavens that his brother had the attention span of a braindead sardine. The black haired boy looked happy recalling it though. Watching those ants run around on fire was amusing. They brought the metal downstairs into the basement, where Buttercup dropped the metal on the floor, hearing it clatter loudly. Butch added onto the mess of a pile. They saw an angry glare from Blossom.

"What? Not like there was anywhere better to put it," Buttercup shrugged. They could see Boomer in the lab, sitting on the counter, his gaze being focused on the ground. He looked horrible. The professor was treating his injuries. The blonde boy hadn't even gotten his powers back yet. He had to walk all the way back to the house.

"Whoa! Bro, what happened?" Butch asked. It was surprising. Brick was wondering if something went wrong with the tracking plan. They spent most of today removing metal to give the blue children a chance to try and find the robot's base. They got no response from Boomer.

"I'm afraid one of the robots intercepted the drone. He told me that the robot talked and called itself Golona," Professor Utonium explained. Boomer had already told him all that had happened, and it was disheartening to the puffs' father. He had nothing but his fullest worry for his kidnapped daughter, but he knew panicking would do nothing. He had to make sure they could beat the robots. He wondered how the other children would handle the news.

"A talking robot? What, like a leader?" Blossom quirked. Maybe these robots were more tactical than they originally gave credit for. The black rock rested in the same place, unmoved. Boomer slowly nodded, too upset to speak. The gifted gear robots weren't working blindly after all.

"Where's Bubbles?" Buttercup questioned, wondering where their blonde sister was. The blue ruff climbed off the counter once his injuries were treated.

"She… she got taken by the robot," Boomer answered. He sounded traumatized, though he could see their expressions. Brick and butch looked to each other, unnerved, imagining one of the group being taken prisoner struck fear in them, as well as how the robot was so smart to actually ruin the plan to find their base.

"Oh gosh… Bubbles," Blossom could only get those words out of her mouth. Buttercup shook her head, angered, as she grabbed Boomer by his shirt, pinning him against the wall.

"I knew this was a bad idea! You might have gotten our sister killed! Do you know what you've done?!" the green powerpuff demanded. If Bubbles was killed by robots instead of taken captive, then the one responsible to the black haired girl was the blue ruff himself. She saw that look in his eyes, only seeing internal destruction.

"Y-you don't think I-I know that?" Boomer sniffled, having tears welling in his eyes. Buttercup realized how badly she reacted to the news, having snapped pointlessly at the blue boy. She had never seen any of the ruffs displaying this much emotion outside of anger or boredom.

"Th-that golden masked jerk disabled my powers. I was too weak. It's all my fault! It's my fault Bubbles is in danger! I already know this!" the blue ruff sobbed. He was broken. The professor had seen those tears once before already. The green powerpuff felt bad for bullying him.

"Boomer, it isn't your fault. You two had a great idea and wanted to see it through," Blossom reassured that no matter who went, it would have probably turned out the same. Someone was going to be captured, if that was Golona's goal that she then accomplished.

"Dude, shut off the waterworks. We'll save her," Brick said. Seeing his brother crying tugged at his heart strings. Normally Boomer would take any abuse from them with little care. But this just went to show how attached he was to his blue counterpart. The ruff leader was wondering what it meant for all of the rowdyruff boys once this robot situation was dealt with. Would they ever be able to battle their counterparts without hesitation again? He could only hope time would tell.

"How? We don't even know where she is," Butch reminded. Blossom was wracking her brain while Buttercup kept quiet, feeling bad for making Boomer cry.

"Did the robot… I mean Golona, tell you anything?" the pink powerpuff asked, hoping that there would be a clue of some form in all the talking, if they did any of that before fighting.

"S-she wanted that dumb rock an-and told us to stop attacking th-them…" Boomer claimed through his choked sobbing, doing his best to calm down. Blossom sighed, seeing no clues in any of that. She had to presume that the rock was the fuel source for the mechanical menaces. The professor hasn't had a chance to examine the black rock because of everything being a bit overwhelming.

"They want it, eh? Then let's take it to them," Buttercup grinned, picking the rock up that she and her green counterpart had gotten from one of those very robots.

"You want to draw them to us like bait? I like the way you think," Brick chuckled. He had to admire that kind of out of the box thinking. Boomer had calmed down. The group were down two members, so this seemed like their best shot. They couldn't wait, since each minute that passed was time lost that could have been put toward saving Bubbles.

"We'll be back later bro. You just try and take it easy," Butch claimed before flying up the steps alongside Buttercup. Blossom approached the blue ruff. He had stopped his crying, but only barely. She wrapped her arms around him.

"You're just as sweet as Bubbles," the orange haired girl giggled, trying to cheer him up. The hug felt nice, and her warm hands on his back felt soothing to him. After a few brief moments, the embrace was broken. She darted off, leaving a pink streak of light behind her to catch up to the green super powered children. Brick was about to follow before he heard his brother's voice again.

"Wh-what if my powers never come back?" Boomer had to ask, seeing the ruff leader shake his head. Right now the blonde boy felt drained, like all of his body had the energy forcibly stolen from it. He was slowly recovering over time, but it was taking so long that it made him nervous over the idea of losing his powers forever.

"They will," Brick retorted.

"How can you be so positive…?"

"Because, you have someone close you've got to protect," the boy in the red cap explained. He had his suspicions of a crush having formed between the blue children in the families. Boomer gained a light blush, seeing his brother head up the steps, leaving him behind to rest. The professor looked unsure, either way.

"Right… time to see what I can do with this metal," Professor Utonium went over to the pile of scrap metal, grabbing a piece out of it. He had plans in mind, but he had to work as fast as he could. Boomer was the closest thing he had to help right now. He just hoped he wouldn't damage anything. The powerpuffs' father hated to see the child so upset. Boomer did remind him all too much of Bubbles.

"Here," Boomer said, pulling out the tracking device from his pocket and resting it on the counter. Professor Utonium saw the red dot which was very far away, blinking.

"Where is the tracking chip?" he quirked, wondering if the blonde boy had gotten that. He hopped up onto the counter in curiosity, having not noticed it still in working order until now.

"We took it off the drone, and Bubbles… oh gosh… she has the tracking chip on her!" Boomer exclaimed happily. This tracking device not only could tell them the whereabouts of the blue powerpuff girl, but maybe where the robots' base as well. It was safe to assume that was where they were holding her captive.

"Wait a second, Boomer," the professor stopped him before he could go running off in a hurry and throwing himself into a suicidal situation.

"What are you doing, professor? We can't waste any time!" he demanded he move already, wishing he had his powers back right now. The professor picked the young boy up. It only seemed to irritate him, to be treated like the child he was.

"We need to be smart about this. I want Bubbles safe and sound as much as you do, but you must think with your brain, not your gut. With your help, we can make something to pierce the robots' armour," Professor Utonium elaborated. Being able to beat up robots like their super armour didn't matter sounded great, though he had doubts about being given anything of such value.

"Sorry for… uh, all the kidnappings," Boomer apologized while being put back down. He didn't want to admit, but being cradled like that felt nice. The professor didn't seem to care much for the past incidents.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad to know there are others watching out for my girls now… even if I have some very, very strong concerns with their moral compasses," Professor Utonium assured it was fine. He just wished his faith and trust were in people who didn't have such a long arrest warrant on their heads. If they ever did get arrested and had a means to be kept in prison, they most likely would have five consecutive life sentences. With that, the two began to start working away hard on the robot piercing material.

Bubbles was groggy as she was beginning to reawaken. Everything was dark, and her vision was blurry.

"Where… am I?" she asked herself. Her eyes were adjusting to the darkness around her as she stood up, feeling drained. It took a moment but her memory quickly came back. The last thing she could recall was being rendered unconscious by that golden masked robot. She looked around the room. It was mostly dark, but from what the blue puff could make out, there weren't any windows. She had been lying on what she could only presume was a big cushion from a piece of furniture, looking like it had been taken from a junkyard.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Bubbles fearfully chimed. She never had been able to handle darkness too well. She remembered every last moment of the kidnapping, which made her more terrified, imagining monsters in the dark with no way to defend herself since she didn't have her powers.

"Eek!" Bubbles squealed, feeling something against her leg, instinctively kicking it as hard as she could. She heard a bashing, followed by a light rattle like a box of tin cans had been knocked down steps. Bubbles had stumbled back into one of the walls. She felt her arm get poked by something. She hoped it was a light switch. She felt it with her hand and flicked it. Thankfully her prayers were answered as the room immediately illuminated.

"Wha-?" Bubbles was trying to gather herself, seeing what she had kicked. It was a drone, the bulb body being a dead giveaway, but it looked horrible, like it was built with leftover parts. It had a faded red colour and was damaged, looking rusted in some parts. She saw a doorway, which was being obscured by a curtain. Maybe she had gotten lucky and the robot that had taken her had left her behind like an empty threat, to remind the super powered kids to not to get in the bots' way. She went through those curtains, the tiny drone getting back up before following her off.

"Why are you following me?" the blonde powerpuff said to the drone. No response was received. She could beat it up more, but what would it matter. The tiny drone seemed to not be trying to hurt her. It just tried to stay close to her side. Bubbles eyes went wide, seeing what she saw before her. She seemed to be in a closed environment. She saw tons of robots, all of various colours and size. She identified a lot that looked like the ones Blossom and Butch had first seen, the big bulky models with one big bulb on one arm, though they seemed inactive. She could only gaze in awe at them, before hearing the sounds of very various banging mechanical noises.

"You are awake," she heard that familiar voice, turning to her side. She saw something she never thought she would see in her life. It appeared to be a grown woman, but she was lacking a lot of her body below her head. Attached to her neck around it firmly was a lot of machinery. The device appeared to resemble female anatomy quite well, being silver in colour with a gold trim at the edge of it. The fingers on the hands appeared quite sharp all. Bubbles stared at all of it. The brown eyed woman with auburn coloured short hair was waiting for a response.

"I assure you, you are in no danger," she added. Hearing that voice again struck a bell in the powerpuff's head.

"G-Golona!" Bubbles gasped. She couldn't believe it was her. It was the voice to the golden masked robot that had taken her hostage. Golona didn't look that tall in size for an adult. She seemed only twenty one years old, but it was hard to tell. The powerpuff could only see her face after all.

"Yes, that is my name, Miss Utonium. It may be rude to stare, but I understand your startled focus," Golona bowed. She seemed like quite the pleasant person. Bubbles shook herself out of her confused state.

"Wh… is that a suit?" Bubbles asked the first of undoubtedly many things on her mind. She wanted to know if that was just a metal suit. It was a horrific image to put in her head, picturing someone without a body and only being a living head. The augmented woman picked up the drone as she ran her hand across it tenderly. The drone appeared content in her arms. She placed it back down.

"No. This is the modular standard operating gear for faced leaders, given to those that survived being reborn," Golona answered. She really was just a person with a robot's body. She began to walk aside, motioning the young girl to follow. Bubbles promptly did so, seeing all types of augmented people working hard on either building robots or making repairs. They all were various in forms of how much they were augmented. Some people only had limbs replaced by the machinery like advanced prosthetics.

"Reborn? I thought you all were just programs," Bubbles admitted, having assumed these robots were nothing but artificial intelligence. They had a long plan in the works, as far as she could tell.

"Everyone here has nearly died. Our father did not give up on us, and managed to save us. Now we're devoted to his cause," Golona explained. Whatever had occurred to her must have been quite horrible. It was an odd new view on the machines that they had seen as nothing but mindless robots, though the robotic woman described father in a creepy sense.

"Why am I here, then? What cause?" Bubbles requested, trying to figure out what this cause was, but was more wanting to go home. She had no powers, and she felt a little uncomfortable being surrounded by the machines. It was overwhelmingly terrifying.

"I am sorry. I am unable to reveal that information. You are in one of our secondary assembly factories. I do apologize. Until everything is complete you are to be held here, and routinely have your powers drained," Golona apologized. She seemed like a truly caring person, but whoever was ordering her around clearly held a great deal of importance to her.

"This drone is to accompany you and keep an eye on you at all times. I must implore you to oblige to us. I have gone out of my way to make sure you are not kept in confinement," the robot girl stated what the rules were to the captivity. Bubbles looked back at the decayed drone that kept right beside her, almost like a loyal dog.

"Why? I mean, if we all are in your way… why be so nice to me?" the puff wanted to know, seeing Golona pat her head. Her cold hands were chilling to the touch, but at the same time felt comforting.

"I know it may not seem like it, but I am more dedicated to vocal debate than fighting," Golona reminded. She wasn't wrong, either. Bubbles remembered that talk they had before. They then heard a loud buzzing noise ring from the ceiling.

"Golona! Come to Repair Bay 3!" a scratchy voice rung out, sounding angry.

"I must attend to this. Please do as I request," she said. Bubbles gave a second before nodding, accepting to obey her orders. Golona walked away hastily to try and get to the other repair bay. Bubbles looked down at the tiny drone, deciding if she was going to be trapped in this strange place, then she was going to do her best to investigate it and see if she can find any useful information. She walked away to begin looking around.