>>4256874
>Discord Link:
That shit is cancer

As soon as you’re able, you race back home the moment Professor Peacock’s class is over. With Eon’s cronies captured, things have been relatively quiet on the Multidimensional War-front. And since they don't need you as much, your efforts are better focused on more important things. Like decrypting Cooper’s drive, which by the way, was a bit more challenging than you’d expected.

One wrong move would have wiped the entire drive, which called for you and Trixy to work together in order to crack the encryption. At some point, you’d considered giving Pyth0n a call just to sidestep all of the tedious code-breaking, but you don’t think that bringing a known criminal to the house would be such a good idea.

“Drive Decryption is at 85%. I am now able to access it's files without triggering any alarms or security measures.” Trixy announces. You breathe a sigh of relief and spin around in your swiveling chair with your hands on the back of your head. At least the worst is over. You would’ve been seriously pissed if you accidentally wiped the drive just because you couldn’t get in contact with Cooper.

You close your eyes for a brief moment, only to feel a sudden gust of wind brush against your face. When you reopen your eyes, a freshly brewed cup of coffee and a plate of cookies sits on the desk next to you.

Your lips curl into a small grin upon seeing K8-E’s tail peek around the corner. She never bothers you when you’re busy, but you wouldn’t mind a welcome distraction from this menial task. At least the kids stayed out of your hair during the decryption process, but that’s most likely due to K8’s interference as well.

After partaking in your homemade snack, you begin browsing through the drive’s contents. Most of the files are on genetic mutations and alien experimentation, but you’ve come to expect that from a group as paranoid as Time Out. But some of these files seem to be part of a video diary series made by Cooper. You’re sure that most of it is just mad ramblings, but maybe they’re worth checking out?

Which videos do you watch?

>The Psychic Phenomena
>”The Watch”
>Physical Compensation
>The Melting Pot of the Galaxy
>The Mutant Gene
>Unholy Alliances

>>4256880
>>The Melting Pot of the Galaxy
Followed by
>”The Watch”
>The Mutant Gene
>Unholy Alliances

File: Frg.jpg (40 KB, 708x547)

40 KB JPG

>>4256877
It's cool if it's not your cup of tea. I usually post info about updates or upcoming events from there. But all in all, the community is pretty solid, which is most of the reason that I stay.

>>4256884
+1

Hmm just wondering how is the security system at the house?

>>4256884
>>4257316
Writing...

>>4257329
Your security system consists of Plumber grade auto-turrets, sensors and tasers. Aside from that, Olumar and Slate hold down the fort. If push comes to shove, K8-E and the kids step in.

File: kisspng-extraterrestrial-(...).jpg (125 KB, 900x780)

125 KB JPG

You decide to start with the melting pot video, as its title piques your curiosity the most. Trixy throws up a small holographic display, showing Cooper sitting in his room while wearing his Red Pill costume. You’ve gotta admire the guy for not breaking character.

“Day 53: The relations between the aliens and humans are slowly improving day by day. This is mostly in part to Wa-” he states before loudly clearing his throat and starting over. “We have X to thank for this. His rallies, speeches and diplomatic meetings have greatly aided in merging the cultures of humans and aliens together in an almost seamless manner. However, that’s only on the surface.”

You lean closer to the screen, eagerly taking the bait that he’s dangled before you.

“Recently, I’ve discovered a series of message boards where the citizens of Earth have been venting their frustrations about the recent alien immigrants. Some have lost their jobs to them, and others have gotten involved in violent altercations with their new neighbors. And while the job market has taken a large hit, numerous companies have offered to ship humans off world if they’re in need of work.” he explains while dramatically thrusting his hands into the air. “Not a lot of people have taken this offer, but there are an adventurous few who have taken to the stars in search of a better life. Some of them have even been revealed to be criminals.”

Well that gives you very mixed reactions. You haven’t been paying close enough attention to the economy to know about some of this stuff. Now you know how Grandpa felt when he said that he felt like he didn’t know what was happening on his own planet.

“But the true danger comes from the group known as ‘The Fourth Kind’. Rumors say that they’ve been more active lately. Dragging aliens out of their homes and shipping them back to their native planet. A good chunk of alien disappearances have been traced back to them, and I’ve even heard that they’re under new leadership.” Cooper says as he inquisitive rubs the area on his mask that would be closest to his chin.

If the Fourth Kind are active again, then you’ve gotta root them out. If not for their victims, you have to do it for Coyote’s sake.

“Aside from all of that, the citizens of Earth have been debating the issue of cross-breeding and the dilution of human DNA over the next few decades-” Cooper explains before you end the video prematurely. You’re pretty sure the rest of that rant doesn’t deserve too much of your attention. Now to move on to the next recording.

The one titled “The Watch” should be pretty obvious. Upon loading the video, you see Cooper sitting in a slightly different position, with a larger amount of trash accumulating on his desk.

(Cont.)

File: victorian-pocket-watch-19th-c-.jpg (227 KB, 1200x1200)

227 KB JPG

“Day 64: After browsing through some of the files on this drive that I stole from a Time-Out facility, I’ve come to realize a few things. Most of these files give mention to a strange watch that they were experimenting with. At first glance, I had assumed that they were talking about the Omnitrix. However, I don’t believe that to be the case anymore.” he says with an aura of intrigue.

If this isn’t about your Omnitrix, could this mean that Steel’s boys made a counterfeit like Dr. Psychobos?

“The way they talk about this watch...it would seem that it has some sort of mind altering power. The code words and phrases they use make it difficult to tell exactly what they plan to do with it, but it’s clear that their plans for the future are very closely related to this device. In fact, Steel seems confident that this watch has the power to change the world. But whether it’s for the better, we will have to wait and see.” Cooper proclaims while showing an image of a fancy pocket watch. The next few minutes involve him explaining some vague things about the watch, but the most odd statement comes from him saying that it isn't related to alien technology. If that’s the case, then could it be some sort of magical artifact?

You don’t know what they plan on doing with this watch, but you might learn more after The Cowl comes back from his recon mission.

Now, on to the next recording. This one’s called ‘The Mutant Gene’, so you’re expecting to be enlightened.

“Day 72: A recent case study has revealed that 30% of human beings will be born with either a dormant mutant gene, or an aggressive one. Now, dormant mutant genes require a catalyst, or a ‘trigger’ if you will.” Cooper states while doing finger quotes. “These triggers can happen anywhere between ages 3 to 16, but there have been a few rare cases of late or early triggers.”

You weren’t too keen on the science behind these mutations, but you’re certain that they’re almost always caused by some sort of dormant alien DNA that the recipient possesses. At a certain age, the dormant DNA begins to overpower their human DNA, causing changes in their physiology and brain chemistry. Based on the mutation, some individuals have developed a bit of a handicap as a result of their body’s changes,while others seek to put their newfound strength to good use.

(Cont.)

File: Elena.png (290 KB, 704x400)

290 KB PNG

“Most of these mutants and masterminds have taken to the streets as vigilantes and criminals, paving the way for a small organization of do-gooders to form. This ‘Hero Association’ has been the subject of controversy many a time, as the governments of the world have been keeping a scrutinizing eye on the group of idealistic youngsters.” Cooper says in the Boomer-like way you can possibly imagine. You’re pretty sure that he’s around the same age as you. “But in recent months, the vigilantes and local law enforcement have been forming powerful bonds with one another. Where, previously, one would impede the progress of the other, now they have been cooperating more often than not. It would seem that even BPD has discovered that working with their saviors would be more worthwhile than resisting them. I assume that X’s battle with that demon might have persuaded them to support the hero community.”

You’re a bit proud to hear that you might have had a part in bringing both communities together. And while that balance is rather fragile and unstable, you’re grateful to have their support at all. However, their attitude may have changed after that whole “owning the planet” controversy.

“And while things may seem to be going good for them, it is good to remain aware of the fact that the organization is constantly under a magnifying glass. If they make one wrong move, everything they’ve built so far could come tumbling down on their heads. And I’m not sure if antagonizing a group of powerful mutants is the right course of action here.” Cooper concludes.

You’ve been aware of the precarious position that you hold as a vigilante. Worst comes to worst, you could be forced off of your own planet. And moving in the middle of the school year is an absolute nightmare!

You push the thought out of your head for the moment and move on to the last recording, titled “Unholy Alliances”. Sounds like it’ll be a blast.

“Day 87: I have come across some...troubling news.” Coopers sighs while removing his crimson cowl. From the looks of the bags under his eyes and the 5 o'clock shadow, Coop looks stressed out and miserable. You wonder what he could have found.

“After much sleuthing and data-mining, I have found evidence of Time-Out cooperating with the infamous Evo-Corp. It would seem that Steel plans to redeem Elena Validus’ reputation by supporting her in an upcoming rally.” Cooper explains as he rubs a hand down his tired face. “Over the course of a year, Validus has been rebuilding trust by contributing to various foreign charities and community projects from all across the world. And despite the controversy that had taken place due to X’s broadcast, she’s built up an overwhelming amount of support from foreign governments across the globe, including China, Russia and North Korea.”

(Cont.)

This is insane! There’s now way that anyone would forgive Validus, right? Not after being openly exposed for putting her creepy nanites in nearly every product that she was producing. If that doesn’t scream “Supervillain”, then you don’t know what does. And how did this even slip under your radar?

“Their efforts to reach out to Providence haven’t been very productive, however, there have been a few Forever Knights spotted around their facilities. My guess is that the Forever King that supported Validus in the past has returned to provide his services.” Cooper says with a grim look on his face.

This just keeps getting worse. The rest of the video has him going over the possibility of another organization being involved in this corporate Legion of Doom, but the details are rather unclear.

Seeing as that’s the extent of the information covered in Cooper’s recordings, you can see why he wanted you to know what he knows. Something’s definitely going on in your city, and it might rock the very foundations of the entire planet if you don’t find out what it is!

What do you do?

>Report this information to the Plumbers and local law enforcement. They need to stay alert in case something does happen.
>Call Grandpa in order to get in touch with Cooper. You’ve got a few questions for him.
>Publish everything that you’ve found on the internet and Extranet. You’re gonna go Viral for a second time!
>Call the Cowl and inform him of what you’ve found. It should prove useful in his mission.
>That’s it. You’re marching there with your team and shutting his whole operation down!
>Call Commander Steel and confront him in person. There’s no way that he can start a fight in a public setting, and you want to take advantage of that fact.
>Call Red and warn him about Elena meddling in his country's business.
>Call Kirby and ask him about the watch. Maybe he knows something about it.
>Write-in.

>>4257620
>Call the Cowl and inform him of what you’ve found. It should prove useful in his mission.
>>Report this information to the Plumbers and local law enforcement. They need to stay alert in case something does happen.
>Call Red and warn him about Elena meddling in his country's business.She might be using the the countries policies to try and sweep them out from under them.

>>4257620
>Call the Cowl and inform him of what you’ve found. It should prove useful in his mission.
>Call Red and warn him about Elena meddling in his country's business.She might be using the the countries policies to try and sweep them out from under them.
>Call Kirby and ask him about the watch. Maybe he knows something about it.

>>4257873
+1
Hmm not sure if it'll work but I have an idea on taking down Validus, why not try to ruin her "reputation at the rally". By tricking them somehow or something. Where is this rally at?

>>4257873
this

oh hey we're still 16? nice

>>4258422
Well, wade did stop aging for a bit.

>>4257873
>>4258373
>>4258422
Gonna take these and start writing, but the update is most likely gonna be late since I'm at work.

>>4259152
Indeed wasn't it during Aku fight we were having time dreams or whatever it was and we fix the issue right? Something about going through a portal fixed the aging problem.
>>4259210
All cool, be safe Gal

File: The Cowl.jpg (857 KB, 1920x2561)

857 KB JPG

>>4259354
(Thanks! Sorry for the late update!)

First things first, you need to call the Cowl and tell him about accepting that you've learned.

"Trixy, call the Cowl for me." you politely ask while taking a swig of your coffee. And without so much as a verbal confirmation, she patches you through to The Cowl's communicator. After a few rings, he picks up and you hear him clicking away on his keyboard.

“X, what is it?” he asks in a slightly perplexed tone of voice.

“I found some info that you might be interested in. Sending it your way now.” you declare confidently. And with a flick of your index finger, you send all of the info that you’d decrypted over to The Cowl’s database.

“Hmm…” the hero hums, right before he falls silent and ceases typing. “I don’t know what’s more worrying, the fact that you smashed through my firewalls in an instant, or the fact that Validus is amassing power amidst the world’s governments.” he says in an almost nonchalant manner.

“She’s been making moves. Just wanted you to know before you went through with your mission.” you state warily.

“She’s not the only one, it seems.” The Cowl says ominously. But before you can question him further, a series of images pop up on your holo-display. It would seem that he’s sharing his screen with you somehow. “Validus has been receiving help from multiple organizations. And among them are the Forever Knights, the Billions Family and...the Plumbers.”

Wait, what?! How’s she been getting help from the Plumbers? Is there a mole in your organization?

You’re definitely gonna have to look into this case after this. And if Elena’s got the support of the Billions family, then this might end up becoming a serious problem.

“Thanks for the tip. Keep me posted on anything that you find. I’m not about to let Elena take over the world, or whatever the hell she’s trying to do here.” you declare in a frustrated huff.

“I should probably postpone my mission as well. And this new development makes finding a partner rather difficult…” he mutters to himself. “I shall keep you updated on any new information that I come across. Until then, be careful.”

“Yeah, you too.” you say before ending the call. You should get in contact with Red and let him know that Validus has her grubby fingers dug deep in China’s cookie car.

You initiate a call through the Slingshot device, allowing you to contact your partner without any charges. Inter-dimensional tech rocks!

Soon enough, an holo projected image of Red’s face pops up in front of you. He’s wearing his Sentai suit, so you assume that he’s “working” right about now.

“What’s up?” he asks with a mixture of excitement and curiosity.

“Is this a bad time?” you inquire.

(Cont.)

File: Kirby.png (517 KB, 1280x720)

517 KB PNG

However, the boy shakes his head from side to side and brings a straw up to his mouth before taking a big sip from his drink.

“Nah. We’re just doing some exercises. My squadies are required to train twice as hard in order to keep up with me in the field.” he says with a smug grin.

“Well since you’re free, take a look at this.” you say while sending over the info from Cooper’s drive. “A woman named Elena Validus has been meddling in your country. Have you heard or seen anything suspicious lately?”

Red’s eyes dart back and forth at an almost dizzying pace, before they return back to you.

“I remember her from that video you made a while back, but I haven’t seen her anywhere around here.” he says while rubbing his chin inquisitively. “And you’re sure that she’s been meeting with government officials?”

You nod firmly. “Positive. We managed to get a few clear pics of the ones that were involved.”

Upon examining the images that you sent him, Red frowns and sighs deeply. “Yeah, I know some of these guys. I didn’t like them all that much before, but now I have a good reason.”

He begins fiddling with some buttons on his gauntlet, returning his gaze to the screen every now and again. “For now, I’ll keep this between me and my Mom. We’ll launch a private investigation and root out any rats before they can scatter. But...this is gonna be tricky.” he admits while biting his lip.

“Why, what’s wrong?” you innocently ask.

“These guys are pretty well liked by the board of directors, and bills that they’ve proposed have been pretty popular among our citizens. If we don’t do this right, then it’ll come back to bite us in the butt.” Red says with a worried expression.

“I’m sure you can handle it. But if you ever need any help-” you begin.

“I know. I’ll call you if I ever get in over my head. We’ve still got that hindsight beacon thingy, right?” he asks rhetorically.

After that brief exchange, he ends the call prematurely. You’re sure that he’ll be busy for a while, so you’d better divert your attention towards something more productive. Like calling Kirby about the watch from Cooper’s recording. Whatever it is, Steel believes that this thing can manipulate the minds of others. And if you pair the evidence with Elena’s cultural exchange and the Suicide Squad that he put together, you sense that there’s something utterly dreadful looming over the horizon.

You push the thought from your mind and get to work on calling Kirby.Hopefully he’s been paying his phone bill. You’re really not in the “scrying” kind of mood right now.

And almost immediately, your old mentor picks up the phone and greets you warmly.

“Wade! How’re ya doing, bud?” he asks excitedly. It’s a little difficult to match his energy, but you try anyway.

(Cont.)

“I’m doing good, Kirby. How’s the wife?” you ask while trying to fight the urge to cut to the chase.

“Oh she’s doing great. Hope’s been absolutely loving the scenery out here. It’s just so good to get her out of the bag every once in a while, you know?” Kirby reports without showing any signs of stopping. You simply smile and nod your head, even though he can’t see you.

“Man, that’s awesome. I’m glad you guys are having a great time.” you say in the most polite way you can. “I’m sending you a picture, by the way.”

“What kind of picture? Is it something freaky? I feel like you only send me freaky stuff when we text.” he complains.

“Considering our lifestyles, I think anything else I send you would be pretty underwhelming.” you say with a genuine chuckle.

“Point taken.” he admits with a huff. “Alright, let’s see it.”

“I sent it like 3 minutes ago. How cheap is that phone you bought?” you inquire.

“It’s good enough! Oh, just got it.” he says as his phone chirps loudly. “Why’d you send me a picture of a pocket watch?”

“I wanted to know if you knew anything about it. There’s a guy here that’s super interested in it, so I wanted to know if it was some sort of powerful magic artifact or something.” you explain.

“Well from a fashion perspective, they’re pretty outdated. I’m a wrist-watch man myself.” Kirby says with a smug tone of voice. “But from a magical perspective...there doesn’t seem to be anything special about this watch.”

Well that’s strange. If it was just a normal pocket watch, then why would Steel want it so bad? Guess you’ll have to figure it out when the Cowl comes back from his mission.

“I’ll do some research with the wife and see what we can dig up. We’ll hit you up if we find anything else.” he firmly states.

“Gotcha. Thanks for your help, and tell Hope I said hi.” you say in a cheerful tone.

“You got it chief. Say hi to K8-E and the kids for me.” he says before hanging up. With this many people helping you out, there’s no way that Elena and Steel can pull the rug from underneath your feet.

And now that your business is concluded, you can finally finish the coffee and cookies that K8-E left you!

Or so you thought…

Suddenly, the Omnitrix begins to chirp rapidly, warning you of a crime alert. “There has been a break-in at Bellwood’s national bank.” Trixy warns.

What do you do?

>”Alert the other heroes and let them deal with it.”
>”...I’m sure K8-E won’t notice if I slip out real quick to deal with this.”
>”It’s just a petty crime, let the cops take care of it.”
>”If I’m gonna do this, then I probably shouldn’t use the Omnitrix.”
>”Just send Slate and Olumar after them. It’s too late for this shit.”
>"I'm sure things will sort themselves out."
>Write-in.

>>4259789
>”Alert the other heroes and let them deal with it.”
We probably should keep laying low for now. If things get harder for the other heroes, then we go help them

>>4259789
>>”Alert the other heroes and let them deal with it.”

>>4259903
Support

>>4259903
>>4260093
>>4260397
Writing...

It’s probably not a great idea to go public just yet. And while it pains you to hide yourself away while criminals run rampant in your city, you know that it’d be a much bigger headache to have to answer to the cops.

“Alert the other heroes and let them deal with it.” you request. Hopefully the other heroes can take care of it. If not, then you might have to step in at some point.

“Very well. Sending the signal now.” Trixy announces. And with that, you finish your snack and climb in bed with K8-E. At first, you’d assumed that she’d be asleep, but to your surprise, she wraps her arms around you and rests her tail on your leg.

It might be a bit hot out tonight, but you’d never turn down the opportunity to cuddle with your lover.

--------

The following morning, you wake up a little earlier than usual. Must be your nerves getting to you. However, you’re still no match for K8-E and the kids. They’ve already gotten up, eaten breakfast and raced out the door. By the time you make it to the kitchen, you catch a glimpse of their after images gliding through the streets. Must feel good to have the luxury of missing the bus on purpose.

“Good morning!” K8-E says as she warmly greets you. Her bright smile and home cooking are a great start to any morning.

“Morning…” you mutter through a big yawn. After you sit down and dig into the Rwaddi eggs and Warphog strips that she’d prepared for you, K8-E takes her seat across from you and does the same. She always tries to synchronize the time she eats with yours. It’s absolutely adorable in your opinion.

“So, what was that about last night?” she asks. You aren’t exactly sure how to answer her without making her panic. You aren’t even sure if there’s a reason to panic yet. Might as well give her a basic summary of what’s going on though. Better to be safe than sorry.

“You remember Elena Validus, right?” you ask. She bites her lip with a sharp fang and tilts her head ever so slightly before nodding. “Well I’ve heard rumors about her lately. I think she’s up to something, and so is the guy that runs that whole ‘Time-Out’ outfit.”

“Is it something that I should be worried about?” she inquires as she twirls her fork along her plate.

“I hope not. But if something else comes up, you’ll be the first to know.” you promise.

“Oh, really? Even before The Cowl and ‘Team Wakeman’?” K8-E says with a smile.

“Those are the perks of VIP access, babe. And let’s not forget that backstage pass you’ve got.” you say with a wink, while pointing your thumb towards the bedroom. This, of course, earns you a swift whip from her heavy tail, which is admittedly more painful than you’d like to admit.

(Cont.)

File: puzzle-2.jpg (90 KB, 650x500)

90 KB JPG

However, you can’t let your fear rule your life. If you start making your family into prisoners, then you’d be betraying every promise that you made about giving them a better life.

And with that, you depart from the house and make your way towards the nearest Undertown entrance. Time to see what Wendy was freaking out about.

-----------

As you walk among the bustling horde of aliens and hybrid humans, you begin to feel a bit more self conscious than usual. It’s been a while since you’ve been in such a public setting without your suit. You guess that’s something you’re gonna have to get used to now.

Now all you need to do is find Wendy in this massive marketplace…

“Hey dweeb!” shouts a familiar voice in the distance. And as soon as you turn around, you see a young woman who shares your exact facial features, albeit a bit softer and feminine.

Her cybernetic arm looks good as new, due to it being future tech that she stole from Aku’s dimension. It peeks out ever so slightly through her golden, studded leather jacket. Her short white hair is swept back, with bright yellow highlights mixed within. But her most notable, and unfamiliar features would have to be the runic tattoos that she’s sporting now. You’re pretty sure that you recognize a few of those from your spellbooks, but you aren’t sure why she’s wearing them.

Upon spotting your twin, you carve a path through the crowd in order to reach her.

“Long time no see.” she says while looking you up and down. She probably expected you to show up in your Techadon armor.

>”You look good. Glad to see you’re doing alright.”
>”What’s with the wicked tattoos?”
>”So, where’s the fire? You said this was urgent, right?”
>”You should call more often, you know.”
>”I’m guessing you’ve been watching the news?”
>”Do you mind if we go somewhere quieter? There’s too many eyes on us.”
>Write-in.

>>4260607
>>”You look good. Glad to see you’re doing alright.”
>”What’s with the wicked tattoos?”
>”I’m guessing you’ve been watching the news?”

>>4260607
>”You look good. Glad to see you’re doing alright.”
>”What’s with the wicked tattoos?”
>”I’m guessing you’ve been watching the news?”

File: Spoiler Image (183 KB, 1206x1807)

183 KB JPG

“You look good. Glad to see you’re doing alright.” you say with a genuine smile. Unexpectedly, Wendy gets pretty bashful upon being complimented, and she brushes a tuft of her hair away from her face, revealing her slightly flushed cheeks.

“Oh, uh...thanks. You too, I guess…” she says with a crooked smile. Seems like she’s at a loss for words. But as she rubs the back of her head with her prosthesis, you manage to get a better look at her tattoos. You’re absolutely baffled as to why she’d

“By the way, what’s with the wicked tattoos?” you ask. And instead of covering them up, she proudly flaunts them and strikes a pose.

“Oh yeah, I’ve had some work done. Apparently this is the only way I can use magic. Something about 'having too many cybernetic implants'.” Wendy explains as she raises a hand to the air and forms a mana construct with little to no difficulty. And as she does this, her tattoos glow a brilliant golden color. The same color as her mana construct. You’ve never seen anything like it!

“When and how did you learn how to do that?!” you demand, causing her to become a bit nervous all of a sudden.

“I, uh, had a good teacher. I’ll introduce you to her sometime.” she says suspiciously. But for now, follow me.” Wendy requests with a wave of her hand.

Judging by the way she’s weaving through this massive crowd of aliens, she’s really gotten used to life down here. Although, it’s considerably hotter, which is a huge downside. You wonder how she manages to wear that snazzy jacket without breaking a sweat.

“So I’m guessing you’ve been watching the news?” you ask. Your sister sighs deeply and rolls her eyes, before shoving her hands into her jacket’s pockets.

“Yeah, more or less. Sounds like you’ve gotten yourself into some hot water this time, bro. People act like it’s illegal to buy a planet or something.” she says in a lighthearted tone. But all of a sudden, she adopts a serious expression while keeping her gaze fixated on the road ahead. “So, is...everything okay at home?”

You tilt your head in confusion. Why does she sound like a concerned single dad?

“What do you mean? Everything’s fine. I’m getting along great with K8-E and the kids at least.” you proudly admit.

“Good. That’s good…” she mutters. For the rest of the trip, she becomes fairly silent. That is until a man comes crashing through the window of a nearby bar. And judging by the noises coming from inside, it sounds like a wild beast is on a rampage!

“Oh dammit, not again!” Wendy screams as she runs inside the establishment. You follow her inside, only to be met by the shocking sight of Vilgax tearing the place apart!

“Vilgax?! Why is he here?!” you shout.

“Later! Just help me get me under control.” she retorts.

(Cont.)

What do you do?

>Transform into Thriller Whale and calm him down with a soothing song.
>Hypnotize him with Rad-El Snake.
>Restrain him with Shinobloom.
>Just talk him down for now. Transforming might spook him. (Write-in.)
>Choose a different alien. (Which one?)
>Write-in.

Aliens Unlocked:
https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2t

Skills, Stats and Inventory:
https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1

Quicklist:
>Big Chill
>Diamondhead
>Zipmunk
>Bloodrush
>XLR8
>Fourcast
>Thriller Whale
>Knuckle Duster
>Hack N’ Slash
>Snapdragon

>>4261394
>>Restrain him with Shinobloom.

>Restrain him with Shinobloom.
>>4261394

>>4261465
>>4261566
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>4261704

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>4261704
yee

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>4261704

File: images.jpg (5 KB, 259x194)

5 KB JPG

>>4261741
Noice

File: Shinobloom (2).png (618 KB, 1269x885)

618 KB PNG

>93

“Ugh! Fine, just stand back.” you say with a frustrated grunt. As you quickly sift through your selection of aliens, you stop the dial once it reaches Shinobloom’s icon. He should be able tie Vilgax up without anyone else getting hurt. At least you hope so.

Upon selecting the alien, you slam your hand directly on top of the Omnitrix core as soon as it pops up, causing your body to be enveloped in a burst of violet light. The flash momentarily distracts Vilgax, and when it fades, your human form has shifted into that of Shinobloom!

“All right, pal. Let’s just calm down here…” you say while drawing closer to the lumbering giant. In response, he drops the man that he’d been preparing to toss and focuses all of his attention on you. Although, you aren’t sure if that’s a good thing or not.

“That’s it. We’re not gonna hurt you, squidface.” Wendy states in a soothing tone. But as soon as he gets within range, Vilgax uses his large arms to slam you into the ground, forcing your sister to back away for the moment. “Whoa! Not cool, man!” she shouts.

“Yup...definitely not a good thing…” you groan. The time for negotiation is over. Looks like you’re gonna have to get aggressive here.

When you feel Vilgax tightening his grip on your string-like body, you unravel your abdomen and coil your vines around his massive arms. He attempts to pull away, but by the time that he does, you’ve already bound his arms and restrained his legs.

“Sweet. Just hold him like that for a bit.” Wendy demands.

“Easy for you to say! It’s like holding a monster truck with jump rope!” you shout. And with the way he’s struggling, that analogy feels pretty accurate here. Whenever he snaps a few of your vines, you’re forced to replace them with freshly grown ones in order to maintain your hold on him.

All the while, Wendy inches closer and to him, before placing her hands on the sides of his head. You force him to kneel in order to make the task easier for her, but you aren’t sure how long you can hold him!

Suddenly, Wendy’s tattoos begin to glow a brilliant golden color. The runic symbols, arranged in a tribal pattern start emanate an eerie hum that you can barely perceive.

“Shhh. Sun’s getting real low, big guy…” she whispers. And immediately afterward, you notice something strange about Wendy’s mana. It’s golden aura envelops you and Vilgax, slowly sapping the life and energy from you. The big squid screams in response, and you’re finding it difficult to maintain your grasp. As the life energy is drained from your body, the vines that comprise it become brittle and dry.

Fortunately, Wendy’s little trick causes Vilgax to pass out before you do. And as soon as you feel his body going limp, you detach yourself from him and allow the watch to time out.

“What...was that…?” you inquire through ragged breaths.

(Cont.)

“We’ll talk later. Just help me get him back home.” Wendy requests while rubbing the sides of her head. “Please?”

You sigh deeply and choose another alien to lug the green giant out of the bar before you get into any more trouble.

------------

After having to drag Vilgax to Wendy’s crap shack for the past few minutes, you drop him on the floor as soon as you move past the front door. In fact, you’re surprised he even fit through the door!

“Sorry bout that. Does he have a bed or something?” you ask. Wendy shakes her head and tosses a large blanket over him.

“Nah, this is good enough for now. Thanks.” she says with a sullen expression.

After all that, she definitely owes you some answers.

>”Why’s Vilgax down here? How did the two of you even meet?”
>”So...why are you taking care of an evil alien warlord, again?”
>”That thing you did back at the bar, what was that? I’ve never felt anything like it…”
>”Maybe lead with this next time. I would’ve come sooner, had I known.”
>”Does anyone else know about this?”
>"So...this is where you live? I can help you get a better place, you know."
>Write-in.

>>4262912
>”So...why are you taking care of an evil alien warlord, again?”
>”Does anyone else know about this?”
>”That thing you did back at the bar, what was that? I’ve never felt anything like it…”
this will be interesting

>>4262912
>>”So...why are you taking care of an evil alien warlord, again?”
>>”Does anyone else know about this?”
>>”That thing you did back at the bar, what was that? I’ve never felt anything like it…”

“So, why are you taking care of an alien warlord, again?” you ask before timing out in a flash of golden light. Your sister motions for you to follow her and moves into what you assume is a kitchen. Once there, she leans against the counter-top near the sink and folds her arms.

“A few days back, he stumbled down here on his own, covered in bruises and beaten to a pulp. I guess the ‘heroes’ up there weren’t too keen on asking questions.” she says while sneaking in a snide criticism. “At first, I thought he was gonna eat me. But as it turns out, the guy has no idea who he was. All he knew was that everyone hated him for some reason.”

Both of you look back in Vilgax’s direction to make sure he isn’t listening in on your conversation. If what she’s saying is true, then this is huge!

You lean closer to her and lower your voice to a hushed tone. “Does anyone else know about this?” you ask. In response, Wendy shakes her head from side to side.

“Not many. There’s a few people that I’ve been paying off in order to keep them quiet, but I don’t think that’ll last very long.” Wendy says as she displays a motherly instinct that you had no idea she possessed. “We need to find a safe place for him to stay. Away from all this.” she says while gesturing to the muck, grime and rust that forms Undertown.

You hop up onto the counter-top next to her and run a hand through your hair. “Is that why you called me? You wanted to help him start over somewhere?” you inquire. Wendy seems confused by your assumption, but she doesn’t deny it. She must not have been fully aware of the motivation behind her recent actions.

“Yeah...I guess so.” she admits while chuckling. The corners of her lips slowly curl into a smile, and she gazes down at the cracked floorboards below her feet. “A long time ago, some dweeb told me that ‘everyone deserves a second chance’. I guess those words sorta stuck with me, ya know?”

She turns to you with a warm, friendly smile. Before she felt a bit distant and awkward, but not anymore. She must have been worried about how you’d react.

You reach over to rub her shoulder, causing her to shudder from the sudden movement and uninvited invasion into her personal space. Must be a reflex that she developed during her time alone.

As soon as your hand makes contact, she grips the edge of the counter-top tightly, before easing up and releasing the tension built up in her shoulders. She must be warming up to you.

“That thing you did back at the bar, what was that? I’ve never seen anything like it…” you begin. But before you can go any further, Wendy hops off the counter-top and walks towards the corner of the room.

(Cont.)

“My ‘teacher’ told me that my type of mana was...special.” she begins, with her back turned to you as she speaks. “She said that I was something like a life leech, corrupting the mana fields around others and absorbing their energy. Keeping it under control has been a...struggle.” she says while reaching for a potted plant near her window. As soon as she makes contact, the plant suddenly wilts and shrivels up. The same thing happened to Shinobloom when she touched you earlier.

“But if I can control it…” she starts, her golden aura enveloping her body and the plant. And in a shocking turn of events, she restores the plant that she had once sapped the energy from. But it seems to have taken a bit of a toll on her mind and body. “...Then I can pull off some real crazy shit.” she says with a cocky grin while wincing in pain. And if you didn't know any better, you'd think that her skin had gotten shinier after that little light show.

>”Please tell me this isn’t gonna be a danger to your health like the Amalgamtrix.”
>”Doesn’t all this seem kinda dangerous to you?”
>”I think I wanna meet this teacher of yours. Are you sure that you can trust them?”
>”Why do you even want to learn magic? You don’t exactly need it.”
>”If you need help getting it under control, I’ve got a couple of friends who excel in this field.”
>"So are you like 'Rogue' now? Will I die if I touch you?" *Poke her*
>Write-in.

>>4263685
>”Please tell me this isn’t gonna be a danger to your health like the Amalgamtrix.”
>”If you need help getting it under control, I’ve got a couple of friends who excel in this field.”

>>4263685
>>”Please tell me this isn’t gonna be a danger to your health like the Amalgamtrix.”
>>”If you need help getting it under control, I’ve got a couple of friends who excel in this field.”

>>4264100
+1

You pinch the bridge of your nose and let out a deep sigh.

“Please tell me this isn’t gonna be a threat to your health like the Amalgamatrix.” you say. It wasn’t too long ago where she had corrupted her own DNA through her prolonged usage of her bootleg Omnitrix, courtesy of Dr. Psychobos.

“It’s not anything like that, bro.” she says while rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips. “If anything, I feel better than ever! I’ve even had a few of my mods uninstalled.” she excitedly admits as she pulls her shirt up to display her well-toned stomach. "See? No scarring!"

“Well, if you need any help getting things under control, I’ve got a few friends who excel in this field.” you say with the most encouraging tone of voice you can muster in this situation. This earns you a small smirk and a jab on the shoulder from your sister. That usually means she’s happy.

“Thanks, really. But I’ve got my own people down here. You’d be surprised by the things that some of these guys know.” she says with confidence.

“Can any of them help you to fix your house?” you ask with a shit-eating grin.

“I said they were smart people, not nice people.” she says with a shrug.

Suddenly, you feel the entire house shift to one side, as well as the sound of various floorboards creaking and cracking from stress. And while you remain alarmed by the situation at hand, Wendy doesn’t seem all that surprised.

“Oh, great...the big guy’s up.” she mutters with a sigh. And before you can respond to her, the fearsome visage of the infamous galactic conqueror steps into the kitchen. Vilgax has arisen, and he’s staring daggers at you.

Or maybe that’s just the way he always looks at people.

He emits a low growl and clenches his fists, but Wendy rushes over to him at the first sign of tension.

“He’s a friend. Don’t hurt him, okay?” she demands. And somehow, her words get through to the big lug.

He unclenches his fists and lowers his head in order to avoid making a hole in the ceiling. You also notice a steel plate on the side of his head. The circuitry inside appears to be damaged, but you might still be able to access the information stored inside.

What do you say?

>”My sister told me that you lost your memory. What’s the last thing that you remember?”
>”Can you speak? I haven’t heard you say a single word to me or anyone else.”
>”You feeling alright, big guy?”
>”You might not remember me, but we used to be good friends.”
>”Do you mind if I get a closer look at that thing in your head?”
>"I know this is all really confusing for you, but we need to get you somewhere safe and secluded."
>Write-in.

>>4265585
>”You feeling alright, big guy?”
>”Can you speak? I haven’t heard you say a single word to me or anyone else.”
>”My sister told me that you lost your memory. What’s the last thing that you remember?”
There's so many characters i wanna see react to a friendly Vilgax right now.

>>4265585
>>”You feeling alright, big guy?”
>>”Can you speak? I haven’t heard you say a single word to me or anyone else.”
>>”My sister told me that you lost your memory. What’s the last thing that you remember?”

>>4265669
+1
Indeed

“You feeling alright, big guy?” you ask while crossing your arms and leaning back against the counter-top. Vilgax’s eyes widen ever so slightly upon hearing your concern, but he soon goes back to narrowing his eyes at you again. “Can you speak? I haven’t heard you say a single word to me or anyone else for that matter.”

He utters a low growl and tenses up a bit due to your joke. “I am able, yes. And my wounds are not grievous.” he simply states as he inspects his body. His voice is verbose, gravely and imposing, not unlike his appearance. And despite his lack of hostility, his words somehow manage to reverberate throughout the entire house.

Your eyes drift to Wendy for a moment, silently seeking approval for your next question. She somehow picks up on what you’re going for and gives a discreet nod.

“My sister says that you lost your memory. What’s the last thing that you remember?” you inquire. Vilgax lightly clutches his head and groans deeply in an effort to recall even the tiniest sliver of information.

“There was a human female and a puny male beside her. They performed…” he narrows his crimson eyes and gazes down at his feet. “-Experiments on me. Grafted armor to my flesh and forced me to do their bidding.” he growls.

Those two sound very similar to Validus and King Toley. Which would make him the Black Knight that you fought last year. But the question remains: How’d Steel get his hands on him?

“Can you remember anything else?” you ask, hoping to dig up a bit more dirt on the Commander. By now, you notice the big squid breaking out into a cold sweat. You had no idea that he was even capable of sweating.

“I was tasked with guarding something for my captors. But...something went wrong. I remember a ball of fire rising into the air, then screaming, then streaks of light tearing through the dark. And then...nothing.” Vilgax mutters. If that’s all he remembers, then you probably won’t be able to squeeze anymore info out of him for now.

“Don’t worry about it, Squidface. You did good.” Wendy says while gently patting his back.

You have to admit, seeing Vilgax hunched over and in pain, this encounter isn’t going the way you expected. And who would’ve thought that Wendy of all people would find him first. Maybe it’s a good thing. What you have before you is a prime opportunity to do some good for the galaxy. If you can somehow redeem Vilgax, then that’d be a huge win for the good guys!

Just then, a large explosion rocks Wendy’s shack, causing dust and rubble to fall through the cracks.

“What was that!?” Wendy asks in a panic. You both notice Vilgax clenching his fists, and a chill runs up your spine. There’s no way you can let this guy fight anybody in this state.

(Cont.)

“Local security footage has captured several Vigilantes entering Undertown. And it would appear that they are searching for Vilgax.” Trixy interrupts.

“Shit! Someone must’ve tipped them off.” Wendy exclaims.

What terrible timing! If they find Vigax now, then all hell would break loose. Unless you think you can somehow convince everyone to look the other way.

What do you do?

>Confront the Vigilantes and persuade them to look the other way for now.
>Buy some time for Wendy and Vilgax to escape.
>Try to convince them that Vilgax doesn’t mean any harm.
>Lie to them. Tell them that you’ve already searched Undertown and have been unable to locate Vilgax.
>Write-in.

>>4266111
>Transform into thrillerwhale to help convince them that Vilgax doesn't mean any harm.
Possible?

>>4266111
>>Transform into thrillerwhale to help convince them that Vilgax doesn't mean any harm.

>>4266111
>Try to convince them that Vilgax doesn’t mean any harm.
>>4266152
Even if it's possible, once the effects of Thrillerwhale powers end, they could change their minds back, and might resent Wade for using his powers on them.
I think we should do this using pure wade charm

>>4266152
>>4266164

Roll 1d100, bo3! I'll be applying a negative modifier as well

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>4267013

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>4267013
Hope we have a whale of a time! Kek

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>4267013

>>4267093
>>4267390
>>4267397
Writing...

>46

“You guys stay here. I’ll try to convince them to leave.” you say in total confidence. Wendy, however, does not look convinced in the slightest.

“Aren’t you like an international super-criminal right now? How would you showing up make things any better?” she asks with a frown.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got a few aliens that can help me to nudge people in the right direction.” you say with a wink. Wendy still seems doubtful, but she’s also had the opportunity to see your persuasive powers in action. And they haven’t let you down yet.

“Fine.” she says in a huff, while crossing her arms. “But if I hear a single anime song, I’m coming over there to kick your ass myself.”

You roll your eyes and run out the door without making any concrete promises. If the situation calls for it, you’ll use whatever you have at your disposal. Even if it plunges you deeper into the bottomless well of degeneracy.

-----------

Locating the vigilantes isn’t all that difficult, seeing as they created a giant hole in the ceiling on their way down. They must not be familiar with the more civilized entrances, like the filthy sewage pipes and the decrepit maintenance tunnels.

You spot at least six people on the team. Four of them appear to be around your age, while one seems to be in his late twenties or early thirties, and the other could easily be in his fifties. Completely oblivious to the commotion they’ve caused, they’re attempting to question the subterranean extraterrestrials about Vilgax’s whereabouts.

Before you make contact, you pop out your Techadon cube and toss it onto the ground, causing hundreds of tiny metal plates to spring from the expanding cube and latch onto your body. And beneath the metallic plates, lies a never ending expanse of circuitry, pins, slots and a myriad of complex alien machinery that you couldn’t even begin to understand.

Once it’s fully equipped, you open up your Omnitrix’s faceplate and turn the dial until you reach Thriller Whale’s icon. If you can use his power to change the emotions of the vigilantes, you might be able to get them to back off momentarily. And as a consequence of your transformation, the bright purple flash that your Omnitrix emitted seems to have drawn their attention towards you.

From left to right, you have: Wingbeat, Grease Monkey, Innawoods, Hell Punch, The Buzz, and Silver Fox. Wingbeat is the oldest out of the youngest members, and she certainly acts like it. Bossy and demanding, her ability to manipulate sound and fly via her insectoid wings makes her a step above the rest. Grease Monkey, on the other hand, is the youngest out of everyone. Thankfully, his ape-like mutation allowed him to keep his opposable thumbs and his incredible intellect!

(Cont.)

Innawoods is the most interesting out of the group. Having been buried in the woods after being murdered by a close friend of his, Innawoods’ mutation kicked in, granting him the opportunity to bring his buddy to justice. He is almost completely composed of plants, and is able to freely manipulate his body to any degree.

And while we’re taking note of unusual members, Hell Punch probably shouldn’t be here. Last you checked, she was the leader of a super-powered gang within the inner city. Her overgrown demonic arm was granted to her by a supernatural infection she had contracted after she’d touched a flower that was growing out of the decomposing corpse of a demon from Ledgerdomain. You’ve put her behind bars more times than you can count.

But the real breakout stars are The Buzz and Silver Fox. One uses highly advanced alien tech in order to fulfill his bee motif, while the other is an overly confident acrobat and martial artist with a skin tight suit. He may be getting old, but his charisma is second to none!

The Buzz steps up first in order to address you.

“X? What are you doing down here?” he asks. But out of the corner of your eye, you spot the younger heroes preparing for a fight. You didn’t think your reputation had gotten that bad.

Suddenly, Silver Fox steps in front of the bee themed hero and loudly clears his throat. “What he means to say is: ‘Why aren’t you behind bars for what you did?’” he says with his nose turned up at you.

“Excuse me?” you inquire.

“We know that it was you that robbed that bank last night.” Innawoods reveals with a sharp hiss.

“And we also know the heroes that you beat down in the process. They were good people, and you crippled them!” Grease Monkey shouts. They’re growing increasingly aggressive. You have no idea what’s going on!

But before they can get any closer, The Buzz steps out to divide both groups. “Now hold on! We still haven’t heard X’s side of the story.” he says in a panic. “Now if we just calm down and talk this through, I’m sure we can-”

Just then, The Buzz is smacked aside by Hell Punch’s massive demon arm. He continues to tumble along the ground until he slams into a wooden crate. “I think we’re done talking here…” she says with a delighted grin. The violent gang banger slams her smaller fist into her enlarged palm, while the others gather behind her.

Uh-oh If you’re gonna do something, then you’d better do it fast!

You produce a soothing song using your sonar, which seems to stop the team in their tracks for a moment. Yes! It’s working!

“Not this time, hun.” Wingbeat says. And with a wave of her hand, she disrupts the flow of your soothing sounds! This isn’t going well…

(Cont.)

What do you do?

>Change your frequency in order to disrupt Wingbeat’s tech.
>Use a powerful sonic blast in order to disrupt everyone’s balance and blow them away.
>Disrupt their balance, read their movements and make their teamwork crumble by causing them to hit each other.
>Create a smokescreen and attempt to flee!
>Manipulate the emotions of Hell Punch’s demonic arm?!
>Switch to another alien. (Which one?)
>Create a combo with Thriller Whale and another alien. (Which ones?)
>Write-in.

Aliens Unlocked:
https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2t

Skills, Stats and Inventory:
https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1

Quicklist:
>Big Chill
>Diamondhead
>Zipmunk
>Bloodrush
>XLR8
>Fourcast
>Thriller Whale
>Knuckle Duster
>Hack N’ Slash
>Snapdragon

>>4267450
>>Create a smokescreen and attempt to flee!

>>4267450
>>4267712
Also, gonna put in
>Switch to another alien. (Which one?)
Shinobloom or Wackermole

>>4267712
Support
Probably shinobloom

>>4267712
>>4268937
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>4269050

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>4269050
Show time!

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>4269050
Come on rnjesus

>>4270208
Ohhhhh ive been blessed

File: thriller_whale__by_supers(...).jpg (79 KB, 600x667)

79 KB JPG

>94(Nice Save!)

Oh God, oh fuck! You need to bail out, quick! A concentrated sonic blast directed towards the ground should kick up enough dust to create a smokescreen.

As Hell Punch’s demonic arm grows near, stretching to inhuman in order to reach you, you come to realize that this might be your only shot at avoiding a fight that might wreck Undertown’s residential area. Well, here goes nothing!

You concentrate all of your energy into one last sonar blast, causing you and your assailant to fly backwards, while the rest of their team has been enveloped in a thick cloud of smoke created by your attack.

Now’s your chance! Gotta morph into another alien without alerting them to your position. Maybe you can try that thing that Professor Peacock taught you. Just need to focus and remember the feeling of transforming into a different alien.

Focus...focus…

And after what feels like an incredibly uncomfortable stretch, you instantly switch from Thriller Whale to Shinobloom! You did it!

Now to slip away under the cover of this dirt cloud that you made. Wendy and Vilgax should be preparing to leave by now.

--------------

Upon returning to Wendy’s shack, you come to find her frantically packing her things. She nearly shoots you just for entering the room without permission, so you assume that she’s on edge.

“Let me give you a hand with those.” you say while lifting her bags for her.

“What the hell happened out there?! I thought you were just gonna talk to them.” Wendy exclaims.

“They weren’t in the talking mood. But they won’t be fooled for long. We need to think about what we’re going to do with...him.” you whisper as your eye drifts over to Vilgax’s direction. He’s obviously nervous about what’s going around. Either that or he’s shaking with excitement.

The only thing you know for sure is that you can’t let this guy fight anybody. He might kill them, or it might trigger an unpleasant memory.

So, what will you do with him?

>Call for someone to bring him up to Plumber HQ
>Call K8-E and let her know that you’ll be having a new house-guest for a little while.
>Contact Olivia and Kevin. They should be able to help you find a safe place for him.
>Take him to your parents' place. If there’s anyone that can turn someone’s life around, it's your folks.
>Get in contact with Iden. Her hidden lab should allow Vilgax to remain undetected for a while.
>See if the Saturdays are around. Maybe they’ll let him stay on their airship for a few days.
>Bring him to the Nexus. They might not like it, but it’s the safest place that you can think of.
>Take him to another dimension! (Charmy, Gwen, or random)
>Write-in.

>>4270473
>>Get in contact with Iden. Her hidden lab should allow Vilgax to remain undetected for a while.

>>4270519
Support

>>4270473
Woo boy, that was a close one

>Get in contact with Iden. Her hidden lab should allow Vilgax to remain undetected for a while.

File: Myaxx_enojada.png (177 KB, 656x496)

177 KB PNG

After weighing your options, you decide that he’d be safest with your creator. You’re not sure how well they’d get along, but you’ll have to worry about that later.

“I’m gonna call Iden. I think he’d be safe with her and Myaxx.” you say in a low hiss.

“The Doc? Really? Don’t we have any other options?” Wendy asks with a frustrated expression. She and Iden still don’t see eye to eye for obvious reasons. You eventually want to get around to helping your sister make up with your friends and family, but that might take some time. And considering her unusual upbringing and the role that Iden played in it, you’d be lucky if Wendy didn’t shoot her on sight.

Just then, another loud explosion rocks her shack by its fragile foundations. Those vigilantes must be getting antsy.

“We don’t have time to argue. If we don’t get Vilgax out of here, then he might tear these guys to shreds.” you say while stretching your neck across the room.

Wendy sighs deeply and snatches her bag from your hands before storming off. “Fine. Do what you gotta do, bro. But be quick about it.” She swings her door open, neary tearing it off its hinges, and motions for Vilgax to follow her. “Come on, Squidface. We’re leaving.”

Vilgax simply nods and stomps towards his companion, leaving you alone in the kitchen. This might just be one of the worst days you’ve ever had in your entire life.

-------------

After crawling through a series of surprisingly clean sewage pipes, you make your way to an empty lot in Bellwood’s topside. Hopefully no one will find you here. But just in case, you had Wendy throw a tarp over Vilgax and shove him onto a cart that you’d picked up along the way. Along with the last minute alien disguise that Wendy put together, the three of you definitely stand out. But at least you aren’t immediately identifiable.

“Iden should be arriving shortly.” Trixy announces.

“Great. This should be fun…” Wendy groans. Soon afterward, you spot a sizable shuttle descending from the heavens. It’s thrusters whip up the winds, sending dust and debris flying in every direction. It nearly blows away Vilgax’s tarp, but you and your sister keep a tight grip on it in order to prevent it from flying off.

The shuttle lands with an audible thud, and its door swings open with a loud creaking sound. Coming out of the shuttle is your creator, Iden, and her assistant, Myaxx. Both of them look exactly the same as when you saw them last.

“You do not know how delighted I was to hear from you, Subject 010!” exclaims Iden with a bright smile on her face. She runs over to pull you into a tight hug with her augmented strength, and you feel your bones creaking a bit form the force. You’ve always found it weird that she doesn’t really have a scent or a natural odor like most beings, biological ad mechanical. It’s just...unusually clean.

(Cont.)

File: Iden.png (968 KB, 2657x3796)

968 KB PNG

However, as soon as Iden spots Vilgax, she peaks over your shoulder and increases the magnification on her scanner goggles. “Is that…? No, that’s impossible!” she shouts with a strangely gleeful expression.

Myaxx shoots a discerning glance at Vilgax, who seems just as puzzled by the presence of a female Chimera Sui Generis. While Wendy, on the other hand, is trying very hard to not be noticed by her mother.

>”Thanks for showing up so fast on short notice. We were in a tough spot down there.
>”It’s Wade, not Subject 010. But it’s good to see you too, Doc.”
>”My friend here needed a place to stay. He doesn’t remember too much about who he is, so I thought he’d be safe with you.” *wink suggestively*
>”Aren’t you gonna give Wendy a hug too? She’s your creation too, you know.”
>”How’s life on the lamb?”
>”Did you ever get those upgrades for the Techadon suit that I asked for?”
>”Hey Myaxx. Still working for free?”
>Write-in.

>>4270894
>>”It’s Wade, not Subject 010. But it’s good to see you too, Doc.”
>”My friend here needed a place to stay. He doesn’t remember too much about who he is, so I thought he’d be safe with you.”
>”Did you ever get those upgrades for the Techadon suit that I asked for?”

>>4270904
Support

File: myaxx_by_necroizu_da2y2tt(...).jpg (103 KB, 1024x1964)

103 KB JPG

“It’s Wade, not Subject 010. But it’s good to see you too, Doc.” you say while cracking your back.

However, Iden seems to be tuning you out in favor of examining Vilgax. “Hm? Oh, yes yes. It’s good to see you too, dear.” Iden says without taking her eyes off the overgrown squid. “Now, are you going to tell me how you came across this, erm, ‘specimen’?” she inquires in the most discreet way possible.

“My friend here needed a place to stay. He doesn’t remember much about who he is, so I thought he’d be safe with you.” you explain in a clear and concise manner. Both Iden and Myaxx still appear to be confused, until you give them an obvious and highly suggestive wink.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Myaxx sighs. She’s obviously not a huge fan of the idea, but it all comes down to what Iden says since it’s her ship.

“Hmm. I suppose we could add yet another member to the vessel containing the ‘Milky Way’s Most Wanted’.” Iden frankly states. “However, I’d have to account for his high calorie intake. Myaxx already consumes enough food for the both of us.”

Myaxx, however, doesn’t seem phased in the slightest after having her eating habits revealed. “If you ask me, the lot of you could do with an extra meal or two. You’re all so damn scrawny.” Myaxx scoffs.

Iden claps her hands together to announce that she’s finally made a decision on the matter. “Since Vilgax is still thought to be deceased, we shouldn’t have much of a problem with providing him shelter for a short while.” she says with a smile.

“We’re probably gonna be tossed into the Null Void when we get caught anyway. Can’t get much worse than that.”groans Myaxx. Is the Null Void really that bad? You’ve never been there yourself, but criminals seem to dread it more than death.

“Now now, Myaxx. No need to be so negative. You should be delighted to become acquainted with another member of your species.” Iden ignorantly states as she leads Vilgax out of the cart and onto her shuttle.

“Yeah, right. I’m sure we’ll be the best of friends.” Myaxx says with an overly sarcastic tone.

“Oh! One more thing.” you say while grabbing your creator’s arm. “Did you ever get those upgrades that I asked for?”

“Ah! I almost forgot! Thank you for reminding me.” she says. And in the blink of an eye, she stretches her arm towards the shuttle, revealing her advanced cybernetic upgrades in the process. Once she retracts her arm, you see that she’s grabbed a lock box of some sort.

She then sets the lock box on the ground, and kneels down to enter the code required to open it. And with a sharp hiss, the numerous locks attached to the case are removed all at once, allowing the doctor to safely open it without triggering any of the security countermeasures that she’d put in place.

(Cont.)

“Go ahead and take your pick.” she says with the smile of a grimey salesman.

Which upgrades will you take?(Pick 2)

>Retrofitted Khoros Engine Block(Increased Strength)
>Biosovortian Magnetic Repulsors(Increased Control over suit’s Armor Plates)
>Evolved Vaxasaurian Cannons(Increased Firepower)
>Techadon Replicator(Gain the ability to create an Autonomous Copy of your suit)
>Barrier Efficiency(Increase Strength, Lifetime and Manipulation of the suit’s Barriers)

>>4273523
>>Techadon Replicator(Gain the ability to create an Autonomous Copy of your suit)
>Biosovortian Magnetic Repulsors(Increased Control over suit’s Armor Plates)

>>4273760
Support
So like control over armor plates we'll be able to use them as shields? Like to protect others from projectiles we just throw it over to them?

>>4273760
Also they seem to be very compatible with each other

>>4273523
This sounds good>>4273760
Supporting

>>4273760
>>4274088
>>4274535
Writing...

The Techadon Replicators sound neat. You could utilize that in any number of ways. And the Biosovortian Repulsors would probably work well with the first upgrade. You'll know when you test them out later today, at least.

“I’ll take these two.” you announce while grabbing the upgrades from the lockbox. You’d better take these home if you want Trixy to install them for you.

“Excellent choice. I hope they serve you well. You wouldn’t believe the strings I had to pull in order to acquire them.” Iden says as she closes the lockbox and tucks it under her arm. “And now that our business has concluded, I bid you farewell.”

“Thanks for everything. Let me know if there’s any problems with ‘you know who’.” you whisper in a hushed tone.

“Not to worry. We will handle this situation with the utmost care.” she declares while rubbing your shoulder. “Besides, if Subject 09 could do it, I’m sure I will be fine.” she says in a nonchalant manner. Seems like Wendy’s disguise didn’t work.

Your sister lets out a deep sigh and removes the brown cloak that she’d been wearing. “That obvious, huh?”

“Oh please. Even without my DNA scanner, I would have known it was you under there.” Iden admits. “Nevertheless I'm glad that you are doing better.”

Her gentle and motherly tone catches Wendy off-guard, making her a bit flustered. “Yeah. You too, I guess.” Wendy mutters. There’s a long, awkward silence between the two of them, but you aren’t sure if it would be appropriate to interrupt it. These two are finally on the verge of actually talking to each other!

To be honest, you’re actually surprised that she isn’t more hostile towards the doctor. Maybe she’s softened up a bit after having her operation.

“Well…” Iden interjects. “I suppose I should be going now. We should do this again sometime. It has been far too long since we’ve associated with one another.” Iden states in the most robotic way you can think of. You’re really glad that this woman didn’t raise you.

And with that, Iden, Myaxx and Vilgax board their shuttle and ascend towards the heavens. Both you and Wendy stay and watch until you can’t see the vehicle anymore. You’re sure that she’s worried about Vilgax, but you’re more worried about her right now.

“So, now that your home’s destroyed, where are you gonna be staying?” you inquire.

“I’ll manage. I always have.” she says, sounding a bit exhausted.

(Cont.)

What do you say?

>”Oh no you don’t. You’re staying with me until you can get back on your feet.”
>”You know, there's been a vacancy at my parent’s place ever since I left. They wouldn’t mind letting you stay there, either.”
>”Ollie and Kevin have been looking for a roommate for a while now. You could move in with them for a bit.”
>”Why don’t you try going to that boarding school that Alan goes to? I hear his professor teaches him how to use magic.”
>"You look like you could use a vacation. Kirby and Hope are still on theirs, if you wanna get on board with that."
>”If you say so. Just be careful out there, and call if you ever need anything.”
>Write-in.

>>4274968
>>”You know, there's been a vacancy at my parent’s place ever since I left. They wouldn’t mind letting you stay there, either.”

>>4274968
>”You know, there's been a vacancy at my parent’s place ever since I left. They wouldn’t mind letting you stay there, either.”

I just finished reading the archive and this is a really good quest and I look forward to participating in the future.

File: Big chill and baby.jpg (43 KB, 550x797)

43 KB JPG

>>4275192
>>4276124
Writing...

>>4276152
Welcome! I'm glad you're enjoying the quest so far, and I hope you continue to do so in the future.

“You know, there’s been a vacancy at my parent’s place ever since I left. They wouldn’t mind letting you stay, either.” you say rather suggestively. At least, you hope they won’t mind. And if there’s anyone that can help train Wendy’s social skills, it’s your parents.

“I don’t know. Won’t that be weird?” Wendy inquires with an uneasy expression.

“Of course not. They just need some time to get used to you.” you explain while wrapping your arm around her shoulder. She’s already getting much better with that personal space rule of hers.

“Do you have better options? If so, feel free to list them.” Trixy says in a slightly sassy tone. Wendy scowls at your belt for a moment, but she quickly shrugs off your A.I.’s statement.

“...Only until I get back on my feet. Once I save up enough scratch, I’ll be out of your hair.” Wendy declares with a sigh. And with that, you ditch your lame disguises, transform into Big Chill in an alleyway and fly on over to your parent’s place. To most onlookers, Wendy just looks like a mutant with the ability to fly. So long as they don’t spot you, there won’t be any trouble.

----------

After about 8 minutes, you land in front of your old house and time out behind Dad’s van. Soon afterwards, your Dad walks outside in order to see what all the fuss is about. He must’ve seen the flash from your Omnitrix.

“Wade? You should’ve told me you were coming over, sport. We would’ve cleaned the place up a bit-” he casually states, right before your Mom pushes him aside in order to see you.

“Wade’s here?! Is he finally ready to come back home?” she asks as her eyes scan the area.

“Yikes. No wonder you moved out.” Wendy whispers.

“Hey guys. I can’t stay long, but I wanted to know if you could do me a huge favor.” you say while waving at your mother.

“Sure thing, champ. What do you need?” your father inquires.

“Wendy needs a place to stay since her old shack got blown to bits. Do you think you can let her squat here for a little while until she gets back on her feet?” you ask while holding your breath. Your parents exchange concerned glances for a moment, then divert their attention to your sister, and then finally back to you.

“Well, I don’t see why not. Right, honey?” your Mother asks your Father. Dear old Dad seems a bit torn on the whole situation, as Wendy once posed a threat to both your life and theirs.

“...Sure thing, Wade. If you trust her, then I don’t see why we shouldn’t.” your father says as he pulls your mother closer to him.

“You guys are awesome!” you exclaim as you run up to give them a big hug. And your folks return your affection in kind, while Wendy stands by awkwardly waiting for the tender moment to be over.

(Cont.)

“So...I’ll just drop my stuff off inside and-” she says while attempting to sneak past you. However, she is quickly stopped by your dad.

“Hold on, where’s the fire?!” he asks. Wendy tilts her head, clearly not understanding the Earth expression. “If you’re gonna be a Wakeman, then you’ve gotta get in on this.” he declares with his arms opened wide.

Wendy’s eyes open wide out of shock, and she’s at a loss for words. “Oh no, I don’t...I’m not that kind of-”

“Nonsense! Just give it a try.” you Mom interjects. And soon enough, the three of you pull her into a big group hug.

“No! Stop! I told you I’m not-” Wendy argues. But all of a sudden, she just stops and relaxes her body. “Oh. Actually, this is...kinda nice.” she admits.

“See? It’s not bad, right?” you say with a smug grin. She suddenly looks like she wants to punch you in the face, but she quickly decides against it.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. It’s stupid looking, sweaty and leaves you completely open to getting stabbed in the back by a vibroknife-” she says while continuing to list the tactical disadvantages of being hugged. “But it’s also sorta warm...and fuzzy.”

As she utters those completely uncharacteristic words and nuzzles against you, the three of you are so shocked that you break up the family hug. Once Wendy realizes what she just said, her face turns bright red and she flies into a panic.

“No, I mean…I didn’t really…” she stammers uncontrollably. “I’m going to my room!” she shouts while grabbing her back and running upstairs.

“Oh yeah. She’s a Wakeman, alright.” you dad says confidently. After you properly thank them and make plans to treat them to lunch later, you depart from your childhood home once more.

Now that you’ve got the time, you can go back home and install those upgrades. Or, you can look into this bank robbery that’s being pinned on you for some reason. The more this drags on, the more your reputation will be dragged through the mud.

There’s also the matter of dealing with The Fourth Kind as well. Those overlooked abductions are becoming a major issue.

What will you do?

>Go home and install the upgrades for your Techadon suit.
>Go to the bank and see what type of footage you can pull from the security cameras.
>Have Trixy create an algorithm based on the pattern of sightings and disappearances related to The Fourth Kind.
>See if you can get some info on when Validus is gonna have her rally.
>Accept Wilderbee’s offer to go on his talk show. You need to get your voice out there.
>Contact Darcy Drew and arrange an exclusive interview with her.
>Write-in.

>>4276397
>>Go home and install the upgrades for your Techadon suit.
>Go to the bank and see what type of footage you can pull from the security cameras.
>Contact the people we alerted and sent to the bank to see what details we can pick up from them.
>Accept Wilderbee’s offer to go on his talk show. You need to get your voice out there. And ask him to make us as much of a surprise guest as possible.

>>4276491
Supporting

>>4276491
Support

>>4276491
>>4276502
>>4276566
Writing...

First things first, you should get home and install these upgrades. You’re way too excited to try them out!

You transform into XLR8 and race home in record time, but somewhere along the way, you ask Trixy to dial the number that Wilderbee left you. And thanks to your built-in wide range communicator/ transmitter, the call connects in a matter of seconds.

“Hello, how can I help you?” a woman responds on the other end of the line. She must be his agent or something.

“Hi, I’m calling about an offer that Wilderbee made to me about a guest starring on his show.” you say through your visor.

“Alright. If you’ll just give me a name, I can confirm the appointment with my client and we can get the preparations underway.” she casually states.

“Tell him that ‘X’ is calling. I’m sure he’ll get the idea.” you announce in your raspy reptilian voice. There’s a brief pause on the other end of the line, and you hope that she doesn’t think you’re pulling some stupid prank.

“...One moment please.” she says. You can hear some chatter in the background, as well as a distant “No way! For real?!” from a familiar voice.

And within seconds, the phone is snatched up by an overly excited Wilderbee.

“X, baby, how’s it shakin’? I knew you couldn’t resist my tempting offer.” Wilderbee assumes. “You are not going to regret this, my friend. First, we’ve gotta get my marketing team in on this. And then we should probably work on your script so there aren’t any awkward moments between the two of us.”

“No scripts and no marketing team. We’re keeping this real and last minute.” you demand. “No one other than me, you and your agent are to know about this. If I see or hear anything that might seem like some sort of half-baked trap, this whole deal is off.”

Wilderbee is silent for a moment, but not for long. “So you wanna be a surprise guest, huh? That might be for the best. Ratings won’t be as high, of course. But, we wouldn’t be mobbed by the police or independent vigilantes.” Wilderbee explains in a surprisingly reasonable tone. At least he’s got a head for business. “Alright, you’ve got yourself a deal! Swing on by the studio tomorrow night, and we’ll have everything ready for you.”

“Thanks, bee. I’m glad you understand. This will really help me to get my voice out there.” you say as you arrive at your front door.

“No problem. You’re doing me a favor with this. My ratings should skyrocket after this surprise guest appearance. Besides, I’ve been meaning to work on my improv.” he says with a laugh. And after that brief exchange, he gives you directions to the studio and sends an email detailing where you should go once you arrive. That was surprisingly painless.

(Cont.)

----------

You’re somewhat glad that no one was home when you arrived. You’re sure that your name must be all over the news by name. And you aren’t exactly sure how you’ll explain this one to the kids yet. And speaking of, you should contact the guys that you alerted about the bank last night. They might not want to speak to you, but it's worth a shot if you want to gather intel.

“Assimilation and integration process is nearly complete.” Trixy announces as the internal circuitry of the Techadon suit extends past the metal plates and infiltrates the alien tech that Iden gave you. The real challenge for your partner is miniaturizing the tech so that it doesn’t make your suit bulkier. But lucky for you, Iden’s advanced dehydration tech allows you to shrink and grow the parts that you require in an instant. Its potential of storage space is absolutely incredible, as well.

“Installation complete. Would you like to try them out?” Trixy asks.

“Boy, would I?!” you exclaim as you reach for the suit and summon it to your location. Andwithou delay, the armor plates fly towards your body and latch onto it with the utmost speed and precision. Time to go outside and tes these babies out.!

How will you test out these new upgrades.

>Do some target practice by using the metal shards as projectiles, while your clone acts as a shield for some of the targets.
>Create a metal storm around your body by using the magnetic repulsors.
>Turn your arms into sharp, bladed weapons.
>Create a clone and exchange armor plates with it.
>Create a miniaturized clone and use it to do some recon.
>Try to combo an attack with your clone.
>Write-in.

>>4276888
>Create a miniaturized clone and use it to do some recon.

>>4276888
>>Create a miniaturized clone and use it to do some recon.

>>4277046
>>4277293
Was tied up for a good chunk of the day. Writing now...

File: Beetle Drone.jpg (376 KB, 1568x1119)

376 KB JPG

Once your suit is equipped, you proceed to the backyard, where a small and underused playground lays before you. And seeing as you’ve made your fence too high for any noisy neighbors to peek over, you should be safe to run some tests out here for a short while.

“Okay. Let’s try out the cloning mechanic. Trixy, will you do the honors?” you ask with your hand outstretched.

“As you wish.” Trixy casually states. And immediately afterwards, a small chunk of your armor pops out of your gauntlet and falls to the ground, where it rapidly expands to match your size.

You stare in awe as this vaguely human-like silhouette shifts its form to imitate yours. And within a few seconds, the tiny chunk of your armor grows to be a life-size replica to your exact likeness.

“This is trippy…” you remark. As an experiment, you start posing and making all manner of absurd gestures. All of which your copy imitates with uncanny accuracy. But then you begin to wonder if you could manipulate its body even further.

“Hey Trixy, can you shrink him down a bit? Make him less...noticeable?” you ask while examining your copy.

“I can certainly try. One moment, please.” your A.I requests. Soon afterwards, your decoy begins to shrink in size, his internal circuitry being miniaturized along with his armor, until eventually, he reaches the size of an action figure. Techadon tech is absolutely insane!

Completely enamored by this bite-size version of yourself, you offer a hand to it, and it doesn’t hesitate to hop on top of your palm.

“This little guy is cute, but I don’t know if he’s fit for recon.” you say with a bit of skepticism.

“Unlike yours, this one’s form can be heavily modified. Observe.” Trixy states. Just then, she changes the form of your miniature copy to match that of a beetle. It’s a bit unnerving to witness, but also cool as hell at the same time!

The recon drone spreads its wings, flaps them for a moment, and takes flight in an instant. As it flies around your head, you get a live feed of what it’s seeing through a small panel in your HUD. This is incredible!

“Trixy? You’ve really outdone yourself…” you wholeheartedly express while watching the drone’s every movement.

“Oh, please. If you think this is my best, then you haven’t seen anything yet.” Trixy says with a hint of ego. “Observe.” And just then, the beetle drone grows in size and brandishes several plasma cannons from within its body. Did this thing copy your weapon systems as well?

After a short display of the drone’s functions, you recall it to your position and absorb it into your armor. It’s a strange feeling, but you think that you could get used to it. Now that the testing is over with, you’ve got to deal with the actual difficult part that you’ve been dreading.

(Cont.)

“Trixy, I need you to call the heroes that were present at the bank robbery last night.” you demand.

“The heroes present were Brickhouse, Maverick and Wraith. Shall I patch them into a group call?” Trixy asks.

>”Sure. It might suck, but it’s the right thing to do.”
>”Leave Wraith out of it. She can hold onto a grudge for a while.”
>”Give me some one-on-one time with Brickhouse. He’s always been a reasonable guy.”
>”If anyone got hurt, it’s probably Maverick. He’s the only one without a healing factor. I need to apologize to him.”
>"Patch me in to Wraith. She's a bit of a hard-ass, but she's serious when it matters."
>Write-in.

>>4278554
>>”Sure. It might suck, but it’s the right thing to do.”

>>4278554
>”Sure. It might suck, but it’s the right thing to do.”

>>4278581
+1

“Sure. It might suck, but it’s the right thing to do.” you say with a sigh. Trying to be responsible is such a pain in the ass sometimes. A few moments later, Trixy brings up a holographic panel displaying the presence of the trio in the video call. Your partner had enough sense to disable your camera before the call started, but you still feel a bit guilty.

“You’ve got some nerve, pal.” Brickhouse grumbles. His gravelly voice and golem-like appearance is what earned him his name. Currently, he’s sat at home lazing around in a white, torn tank top undershirt and some worn jeans. You notice a large crack on the side of his head, and it makes you wince a bit out of pity for the man.

“Yeah! Did you come back to gloat some more?” Maverick angrily asks as he puts his arm cast on full display. For some reason, Mav is still in costume. But considering that his costume consists of a leather jacket, a mask and a spandex suit, he probably feels comfortable wearing it at home. And despite the numerous bruises and cuts he’s gotten, his short, blue hair is still in pristine condition.

“Or maybe he wants to come back and finish the job.” Wraith growls as she narrows her eyes at you. And without breaking eye contact, she bites down on her dislocated thumb, yanks her hand back and pops it back into place. Out of everyone, you’re honestly surprised that Wraith lost to this guy. Given her weapon expertise and talent for close quarters combat, you’d easily rank her near the top of the totem pole when it comes to enhanced humans.

Wraith’s costume mostly consists of a short purple hoodie, a pair of black tights and a half mask that only covers the lower half of her face. It’s not terribly expensive or hard to maintain, but she was never one to care about flair or appearance.

“Look, I’m sorry about what happened to you guys, but that wasn’t me at the bank.” you admit while removing your Techadon suit.

“Oh? Then who was it? Your evil twin?” Maverick says mockingly.

“Come on, X. At least come up with a better lie. The guy even had that weird belt that you’re always wearing.” Brickhouse says with a wave of his heavy hand.

“As well as all of your alien forms. He even used some that we’ve never seen you use, before.” Wraith mutters under her breath.

Well this has been a rather enlightening info dump. So he had a functioning Omnitrix, and he was able to rapidly switch through his alien forms? The only person you can think of that’s capable of that is...well a lot of people, actually. This could be The Heir messing with you, but it could also be some other evil Omnitrix user. The list of suspects is potentially limitless. You obviously won’t get anywhere worrying about it at home, though. If you want to learn more, then you should probably make the bank your next stop.

But before you go, you should probably leave some parting words to your vigilante victims.

>”Look, I’ll reimburse you for whatever sort of injuries this guy gave you.” (Transfer some Taydens)
>”If you guys don’t believe me, then I’ll just have to blow this case wide open in order to prove my innocence.”
>”I swear that I’ll catch the guy that did this and put him behind bars. I just need some time.”
>”I don’t suppose there’s any chance I can persuade you guys can get the cops and vigilantes off my back until I solve this case, is there?”
>Have Trixy make static noises and pretend that the call dropped before you hang up.
>Write-in.

>>4278958
>>”Look, I’ll reimburse you for whatever sort of injuries this guy gave you. Money isn't an object to me when it comes to this sort of thing.” (Transfer some Taydens)
>”If you guys don’t believe me, then I’ll just have to blow this case wide open in order to prove my innocence.”
If those didn't work then
>Have Trixy make static noises and pretend that the call dropped before you hang up.

>>4279313
Supporting

File: Ghostfreak Redesign.jpg (216 KB, 1468x1541)

216 KB JPG

“Look, I’ll reimburse you for whatever sort of injuries this guy gave you. Money isn’t an object here.” You say, swiping through an online Tayden wire transfer service. 2K each should be more than enough to cover any of their medical expenses and damaged gear, given that two of them have accelerated healing factors.

“Oh, now you’re giving us ‘hush money’, huh? Forget it.” Brickhouse says in a thick Brooklyn accent.

“We don’t want your pity. We want justice.” Wraith growls while narrowing her eyes. This isn’t getting you anywhere. You’ll still transfer the Taydens as a show of goodwill, but what they do with it from here is up to them.

>Lost 6,000 Taydens

“Fine. If you guys don’t trust me, then I’ll just have to blow this case wide open in order to prove my innocence.” You say with confidence.

“Just turn yourself in, man!” Maverick shouts. Doesn’t sound like you’re getting anywhere with them. Time for Plan B.

You lightly tap on the Omnitrix’s faceplate, signaling Trixy to start flooding the call with static noises.

“What was <kzzt> that? You’re <kzzzt> breaking up! Can’t hear <kzzzt>...” You shout, pausing in between your sentences in order to make it seem authentic. It’s a bit childish, but it should buy you some time.

After hanging up, you grab your Techadon cube and shove it into your pants pocket. Time to head to the bank.

----------

You soar through the skies as Ghostfreak, watching the cars and people below you scrambling on the ground. Your invisibility should prevent you from being caught by any cameras, cops or bystanders, but that probably won’t last for long. Alien technology has really created a huge leap in Earth’s tech level, making it invaluable to the majority of the galaxy’s planetary investors. Before you know it, they might create something that can detect the low-level radiation that emanates off of Ghostfreak’s body. And Big Chill can already be picked up by thermal sensors. There’s even a few rumors about the development of speed-cams that can capture the movements of speedsters.

The rate of your people’s development is becoming a bit terrifying, and you’re not sure if anyone can do anything to stop it.

Once you spot the bank with your single, solitary eye, you dive straight towards it with reckless abandon. The wind whips away at your tattered flesh, creating large ripples through it, similar to that of a cloak, sheet or loose garment. And as soon as you get close to the building, you slow your descent and make a sharp turn into a nearby alleyway, where you time out in a golden flash of light.

“Disabling nearby cameras.” Trixy announces. And as soon as she does so, you spot the nearby street cams turning away from you.

(Cont.)

“Nice. Let’s get cooking.” You declare as you reach into your pocket and brandish the Techadon cube. Slowly, it unfolds in your hand, smothering it in cold metal until it creates a portion of your gauntlet. At the same time. Your Omnitrix goes into a liquid metal state, where it slithers off of your waist and wiggles over to your wrist, before solidifying into the form of a black and purple wrist watch.

“Reconfiguration complete. Initiating drone control.” Trixy says, causing a small chunk of your armor to fall off of your gauntlet and change its shape into the form of a beetle.

The mechanical bug eagerly flaps its wings and zips around your head for a minute. What an excitable little guy.

“Let’s see what we can glean from this crime scene.” you mischievously proclaim, while giving your drone a boost by lifting it up with your hand. The beetle flies up into an exposed air vent, and as soon as he gets outside of your line of sight, his live camera feed kicks in, giving you an HD view of the dusty vents that he’s maneuvering through.

Eventually, he finds an exit, leading to the bank’s main floor, where a large gathering of police officers, detectives and CSI’s are conducting an investigation. You think you might see a few vigilantes in there too, but you don’t plan on letting your drone buddy get too close to them in order to find out.

The most notable clue that you spot is the puddle of ooze lying in the middle of the room. The CSI guys are all over it, but you think that you might be able to get close enough to get an accurate scan.

“Go for it little guy.” you say in an encouraging tone. The little drone chirps in confirmation, and flies towards the pile in an erratic pattern befitting that of a bug. It lands somewhere behind a large mound of the brown muck, allowing it to get a close range scan.

After a little yellow beam analyses the material, you’re met with a rather unusual result.

“Lenopan DNA detected. It is corrupted, but it is of Lenopan origin without a doubt.” Trixy reveals.

“Lenopan? Like those mud aliens we met a while back in Texas? Why would a Lenopan be here?” you ask while thinking out loud. You need more answers. The sample here might have already been compromised.

>Check the camera footage. That might reveal some important details.
>See if you can’t get a look at some of the evidence that they’ve confiscated already.
>Run the DNA sample through the Plumber database. They might have him on record.
>Cycle through the drone’s camera filters and try to track where the culprit’s been and what they’ve touched.
>Inform Phil and Koba of this incident. If a Lenopan was involved, they should be the ones to do damage control. Can’t risk another war.
>Write-in.

>>4282626
>>Check the camera footage. That might reveal some important details.
>Run the DNA sample through the Plumber database. They might have him on record.
>Inform Phil and Koba of this incident. If a Lenopan was involved, they should be the ones to do damage control. Can’t risk another war.

>>4282878
Support

>>4282878
+1

>>4282878
>>4282940
>>4282982
Writing...

File: Wildvine-ben-10-omniverse(...).jpg (110 KB, 1149x695)

110 KB JPG

“Check the camera footage. There might be something important on there.” you command from the comfort of this inconspicuous alleyway. And immediately afterwards, Trixy pulls up a holographic display of the footage that she managed to pull from data storage.

“This should be around the time of the incident.” Trixy states.

As soon as the recording starts to play, you notice a familiar figure skulking around this dimly lit bank. And it isn’t until he passes through a stray beam of moonlight that you recognize his armor as being completely identical to yours. Doesn’t look like The Heir’s style, so that rules him out.

The shadowy figure calmly strides over to the vault, where he creates a blinding flash of light. And as it fades, you notice that his form has changed into that of a Tetramand.

The impostor rubs all four hands together, bracing himself for the arduous task he’s about to face. However, he doesn’t appear to be strong enough to pry the vault open on his own. But right as you’re about to skip forward, you witness four more arms sprouting from his abdomen and latching onto the vault door.

With his added leverage, the impostor rips the giant door off its hinges, tripping the alarm in the process. But instead of grabbing the money and leaving, he just walks back to the center of the room and calmly waits with his arms crossed.

He remains like that for some time, until Brickhouse, Maverick and Wraith arrive to shut him down. The recording doesn’t seem to have picked up any sound, so you’re left wondering what your impostor's grand-standing speech was about.

Soon afterwards, the four of them engage in martial combat, whereas your impostor begins sporadically swapping between your aliens in quick bursts. Brickhouse goes down rather quickly after being smothered in Goop’s slime. Maverick goes next, having been clobbered by a giant mace made by your impostor's Florauna form.

Wraith put up a good fight for a while, before she got her swords stuck in the body of some plant alien that shot fire out of his hands. After he defeats all three vigilantes, he transforms into Wildmutt and books it out of there.

You’ve never seen some of the aliens that this guy is using, but you’re also sure that this guy is faking his transformations.

Based on the evidence that you pulled, you think that he’s a Lenopan who’s trying to frame you. But you aren’t sure why. It may be due to the civil unrest amongst the few Lenopans who wish for the war to continue. Even though you worked so hard for the Lenopans to be given the chance to join the ranks of the Plumbers.

Speaking of, you should run this info through the Plumber database. They might have some info on your culprit. And while you’re at it, calling Phil and Koba wouldn’t be a terrible idea.

“Hey Trixy, can you put Phil and Koba in a group call?” you politely ask.

(Cont.)

“Right away, Wade.” Trixys responds. She closes the previous window and opens up two more, where the face of your mentor and grandfather pop up in the corners of the holographic frame.

“Hey champ, what’s up?” Phil asks, clearly happy to hear from you.

“This had better be good.” Koba groans with a scowl. He’s also happy to see you, but he’d rather die than admit it.

“It is. I found some evidence of a Lenopan causing some trouble down here. Wanted to make sure that the rumors wouldn’t make it too far up the ladder.” you say while bringing up the footage and sending it to their communicators. “Sending the footage to you now.”

The two of them take a moment to review the footage, returning their gaze to you.

“This doesn’t make any sense. This bank houses human currency, which is much less valuable than Taydens. There’s no profit in it.” Koba states.

“That, and they didn’t even take it. I think this was some sort of display of power.” Phil comments. “But what could he possibly have to gain from blackmailing my grandson?” he asks with a hand on his chin.

“That’s a good question. One that we’ll have to ask him when we catch him.” you say, while checking the progress on that DNA search. Seems like it came up negative. “I can’t find this guy’s info in the Plumber database, either.”

“Good luck. Lenopan DNA is complicated. Since they pick up so much dirt and debris from their surroundings, it’s hard to get a concrete match on a single individual. Just like their forms, their genetic code is constantly shifting to fit their needs.” Koba explains with his hands on his hips and his brow furrowed.

Well that’s inconvenient. This search might take longer than you’d initially thought.

“Is there any way we can help from up here?” Phil inquires.

>”Keep an eye on the fresh Lenopan recruits up at the training facilities.”
>”Increase patrols down in Bellwood. Gotta keep an eye out for this guy.”
>”Just keep a lid on it for now. Make sure the entire galaxy doesn’t hear about this by tomorrow.”
>”Explain the situation to local authorities and news outlets. Even if you have to risk being attacked on sight, it’s better than letting this impostor run free.”
>”Put a Bounty out on me. That way, the Lenopans won’t take the rap for this mess. I'll handle the rest on my end.”
>”Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out. The other members of Team Wakeman can help me figure this out.”
>Write-in.

>>4283927
>>”Keep an eye on the fresh Lenopan recruits up at the training facilities.”
>”Explain the situation to local authorities and news outlets. Even if you have to risk being attacked on sight, it’s better than letting this impostor run free.”

>>4283972
Support

>>4283972
>>4284760
Writing...

“Just keep an eye on the fresh Lenopan recruits up at the training facilities. And try to explain the situation to the local authorities and news outlets. Even if I have to risk being attacked on sight, it’s better than letting this impostor run free.” you declare. Phil and Koba trade glances for a moment, almost as if they were right next to one another, before they return their gazes to you.

“...If that’s what you want, then we’ll be sure to lend a hand.” Phil proclaims with his hands on his hips.

“Getting real tired of sticking my neck out for you Wakemans…” Koba sighs deeply, while rubbing the back of his bulbous head.

“Come on, K. After all this desk work, me and you could use a bit of excitement every now and again.” Phil says while rubbing his long beard and grinning.

“If preventing a galactic war is your idea of a fun weekend, then you’ve got more loose screws than your vigilante grandson.” Koba brutally retorts, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“But I’m a Space Cop, right? Do I still count as a Vigilante if I’m working as an intergalactic law enforcer?” you inquire out of genuine curiosity.

“You’re more of a local sheriff than a full-fledged Plumber. So long as you’re breaking their laws and not ours, we don’t have any problems.” Koba states with his unyielding professionalism and rigid way of thinking. “Nevertheless, we’ll try to stay on top of this. Just make sure you do the same.

The three of you nod to each other simultaneously, before hanging up and recalling your beetle drone. But just then, you receive a call on the communicator that you’d gotten from the Vigilante Corps. And it’s from Birdie.

Nervous and confused, you answer the call hesitantly. “Hello?” you ask.

“Oh, thank God you picked up. I’ve been worried sick about you, partner!” Birdie exclaims.

“Sorry Birdie. Didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers. Things have just been kinda crazy for me lately, you know?” you admit.

“That’s why I’m calling. Me and you are gonna do some good ‘ol fashioned community service. Show the world that you’re still the same old superhero that we love and rely on! We can even beat on some bad guys along the way if we come across any.” Birdie cheerfully suggests. “So, what do you say?”

>”Sorry, Birdie. Now’s really not a good time for me. Maybe when all of this dies down a bit.”
>”Sure, why not? It’s not like my reputation could get any worse, right?”
>”Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Good thinking, partner.”
>”It’s probably not a good idea for you to be seen with me in public. I don’t want to drag your reputation through the mud.”
>”Is it just gonna be us, or are there other people joining as well?"
>Write-in

>>4285737
>>”Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Good thinking, partner.”
>”Is it just gonna be us, or are there other people joining as well?"

>>4285763
+1
Need as much help

>>4285763
>>4285919
Writing...

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Good thinking, partner.” you say, sounding a bit impressed.

Upon receiving your praise, Birdie lets out a high-pitched squeal. And immediately afterwards, she begins swatting at what sounds like an agitated bird. “Hey, quit it! You’ll get your turn.” she shouts.

“Is it just gonna be us, or are there other people joining as well?” you ask, attempting to ignore all the noise in the background.

“Oh it’s just us. We can try inviting some friends if we see them along the way, though.” she suggests cheerfully.

“Alright. Give me an address and I’ll be there.” you say with a sigh.

“Okie dokie! See ya soon, partner.” Birdie exclaims. Once you hang up, she sends you an address that’s about 15 minutes away by car. It’s a good thing that you’ll be flying there.

-------------

Upon following Birdie’s directions, you spot her performing ballet on the ledge of a rooftop. With each graceful movement, a flock of pigeons fly around her in a majestic manner. When you land and time out, she freezes up and stays in a rather difficult pose.

“X! You made it.” Birdie joyfully states. She spins into a pirouette, before resting her foot back on the ground, crouching down low and springing into a back-flip. Seeing as she’s hurtling and twirling towards you, you instinctively back up, only for her to land right in front of you.

“And she sticks the landing!” you shout, while providing generous applause. Even Trixy joins in by playing an applauding sound effect.

“Thank you. Thank you. You’re too kind, really.” says the avian archer, while bowing gracefully. “But enough about that. You ready to roll, partner?”

“Lead the way.” you say. However, your attention is being drawn to the snow white dove that’s been flying circles around you. Its radiant glow keeps you at ease, but you can’t explain why. Although, you swear that you saw this exact same bird when Birdie changed back into a kid.

“Oh, and she’s really happy to see you too.” Birdie admits with a wink. And just then, the flock of pigeons that she’d been dancing with congregate above the rooftop once more. With an oddly coordinated effort, they deliver Birdie’s quiver to her, which she grabs and slings over her back. “Now, follow meeeeee!”

And just like that, she dives off of the roof, headfirst. You run to see if she’s okay, but instead, you’re met by a rather peculiar sight. Instead of plummeting to the ground, Birdie began running down the building’s vertical fire escape at full speed. Her perfect balance and superhuman dexterity allows her to pull off some pretty crazy stunts sometimes.

You, on the other hand, summon your bike before leaping off the roof. Using your rocket thrusters to slow your descent, your fusion powered bike arrives just in time to break your fall.

(Cont.)

Having landed nearby, Birdie flips onto the back of your bike and crouches down low over the seat. Together, the two of you tear through the city streets at breakneck speeds.

----------

Sometime later, Birdie made you pull over right next to a crowd of concerned citizens. However, their expressions seem to change when they see you approaching them. Not all of them for the better.

“Hey guys, I brought some help!” she proclaims, gesturing towards you in a dramatic manner. There’s some mumbling amongst them for a while, before a man with dark skin steps forward to address the two of you.

“It’s the pipes. There’s some sort of blockage, and we don’t have any water on the entire block.” he explains. Behind him, a slew of complaints start to fly around, blaming the city for their problems.

How do you solve this?

>Transform into Splash Damage and flush the blockage out with your pressure cannons.
>Transform int Goop and use your acid to break down whatever’s blocking the pipes.
>Transform into Knuckle Duster and eat the blockage.
>Transform into Whacker Mole and tear through the blockage with your sharp claws and tail.
>Write-in.

Aliens Unlocked:
https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2t

Skills, Stats and Inventory:
https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1

Top 10:
>Big Chill
>Diamondhead
>Zipmunk
>Bloodrush
>XLR8
>Fourcast
>Thriller Whale
>Knuckle Duster
>Hack N’ Slash
>Snapdragon

>>4286293
>Transform int Goop and use your acid to break down whatever’s blocking the pipes.

Seems the best to avoid damage, and rescue an animal if it’s what’s causing the blockage.

>>4286293
>>Transform int Goop and use your acid to break down whatever’s blocking the pipes.

>>4286422
>>4286452
Writing...

File: Goop_Clear.png (215 KB, 679x1175)

215 KB PNG

“Don’t worry guys, I’ve got this.” you say with total confidence, while sliding your Omnitrix’s faceplate open. Upon browsing through your extensive selection of aliens, you think Goop would be well suited for this job. So long as you don’t accidentally contaminate the water. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts.

As the Omnitrix core pops out, you slam your hand down onto it, creating a burst of blinding violet light. And in an instant, the composition of your body changes entirely to that of a thick, viscous gel. You’ve become Goop!

“Be back in a flash!” you say with your distorted and warbly voice. You glue your hand to a nearby sewer grate, pull it up and use your UFO to send your gelatinous puppet down into muck-filled tunnels.

“I have performed a detailed scan of the apartment building’s infrastructure, as well as the plumbing system that runs beneath it. Amidst the vast network of pipes, I have highlighted the pathways that would most likely be experiencing a major blockage.” Trixy explains. Soon afterward, a series of light beams are emitted from your Omnitrix symbol, pointing towards the aforementioned pipes.

“What would I ever do without you?” you ask rhetorically.

“You likely wouldn’t have a very successful career as an Earth Plumber.” she retorts in that same sassy tone from earlier. And if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear that she was chuckling a bit. Trixy’s been showing much more attitude these days, and you’re loving every minute of it.

After examining the pipes that she’d marked, you inspect each and every one by infiltrating them through the small gaps within their crevices. You find a ton of rust, hair and some other disgusting bits that you wouldn’t dare mention. However, it isn’t until you reach the fifth pipe that you find something rather unusual.

At first, you thought the obstruction was some sort of house plant wrapped in hair. At least, that was until you saw a large eyeball pop out of nowhere and blink at you.

“Are you an alien?” you ask. The creature responds with a few lines of muffled gibberish. You can’t understand any of it.

“He says that ‘he and his friends got stuck within the pipe network about 10 days ago’. They survived only on filthy waste water and stray food scraps.” Trixy translates.

Well that would explain the obstruction. And the hair that you’d once assumed to be part of its body is actually what’s keeping it tangled down here. His buddies are probably in a similar situation.

“Don’t worry, little guy. I’ll get you out of here.” you promise. “But you’re gonna have to hold still.”

You expand your gelatinous form throughout the pipe, enveloping the plant-like creature and dissolving the hair that holds him in place. Soon enough, he’s squirming and wriggling around in the pipeline.

(Cont.)

File: monodrive_enemy_final_fan(...).jpg (15 KB, 600x338)

15 KB JPG

“Now, you wanna show me where your friends are?” you inquire.

-----------

A few minutes later, you re-emerge from the sewers, holding the bodies of several one-eyed aliens, all of which you freed from their disgusting prison.

“All right guys, you’re free to go!” you declare before releasing them from your grasp and timing out in a flash of golden light. The aliens fly circles around you and everyone in the surrounding area as a way of showing thanks. However, the residents of the building don’t seem to appreciate it as much as you do.

“Sewer monsters!” one of them shouts. And the rest of them follow suit.

You and Birdie watch in confusion as the terrified citizens flee back into their apartment building, while the eyeball aliens fly off somewhere behind a nearby building.

“Well that could have gone better…” you sulk.

“Hey, at least they’ll have running water. And I’ll be sure to explain things to them once they calm down.” Birdie says in a reassuring tone. “Now, onto the next task!” she proclaims.

You summon your bike to your current location, and soon enough, the two of you are tearing down the streets at a slightly more reasonable speed.

Somewhere along the way, you encounter a Plumber patrol, and upon spotting you, they take out their Plumber badges and ask you for a confirmation code. You kindly give it to them, avoiding what surely would have become a chase, and eventually, a brawl. Looks like you’ll have to get used to this type of thing for a while, but you have a feeling that some of the other factions won’t be as reasonable.

--------

You follow Birdie’s directions to a “T”, but for some reason, you arrive at a basketball court.

“Hold on. I think I might have made a wrong turn somewhere.” you say, while fiddling with your Plumber’s badge.

“Nope! We’re right where we need to be.” Birdie cheerfully exclaims as she flips off of your bike. And it would seem that your arrival has attracted the attention of the nearby teens in the area. Thankfully, they don’t seem to be as scared of you as some of the adults are.

“Whoa! You weren’t kidding when you said that you were bringing X here, huh.” says a dark skinned guy wearing a red shirt.

“See? Told you I was gonna deliver.” Birdie gloats. Why did she make so many promises? What would she have done if you decided not to come?

“Hey Hero, you ready to play ball or what?” asks the guy in the red shirt, before he tosses a basketball in your direction, which you catch out of reflex.

“Uhh, I really don’t know if I should be-” you begin, feeling bad for having an augmented suit while the others don’t.

(Cont.)

“Why not? You’re not punking out on us now, are you? Don’t tell me the big bad superhero’s scared of some inner city punks.” says the red shirt, mocking you vehemently. You take a moment to examine the guys on the court. Most of which are aliens with advantages of their own. And finally, your gaze rests upon Birdie, who gives you a wink and a thumbs up. How does this even count as community service?

“Check.” you say, while passing the ball back to the boy.

How will you play this game?

>Use Spidermonkey. Extra arms are always good!
>Use Echo Echo. You’ll be a one-man team!
>Use Spin Cycle. They won’t be able to keep up with you!
>Use Bullfrag. Hops for days!
>Don’t use any transformations. Your suit will be more than enough.
>Write-in.

Aliens Unlocked:
https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2t

Skills, Stats and Inventory:
https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1

Top 10:
>Big Chill
>Diamondhead
>Zipmunk
>Bloodrush
>XLR8
>Fourcast
>Thriller Whale
>Knuckle Duster
>Hack N’ Slash
>Snapdragon

>>4287850
>Use Bullfrag. Hops for days!

It's nice to see that aliens and humans are playing together. Shows that they can get along on their own.

>>4287850
>>Write-in.
Transform into either Amalgamech or Vertigoat

>>4287927
Support

>>4287927
>>4288077
Roll 1d100+10, bo3!

Rolled 91 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4288593

Rolled 35 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4288593
Boom-Shaka-Laka!

>>4288593

Rolled 69 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4288593

File: So_I_Start_Blastin.gif (5.22 MB, 484x312)

5.22 MB GIF

>>4288655
>>4289069
Good shit! Writing...

>>4289305
Nice

File: Bullfrag.png (376 KB, 998x569)

376 KB PNG

>101!

Before the boy can even catch the ball, you’ve already chosen your alien for this game. Bullfrag should be really useful for this situation. You try not to use him too often in case Attea comes around. You sometimes wonder if she’s still waiting for Prince Bullfrag even now.

In a bright flash of violet light, your human form morphs into that of an Incursean’s. And on a bright day like this, Bullfrag’s sunglasses really come in handy!

“Alright kid, show me what you’ve got.” you say in a thick Boston accent.

“Name’s Jonesy. What’s yours?” he asks with a cheeky grin.

“Heh. Nice try.” you say. He’s not getting your secret identity that easily!

Sometime during your exchange, the teams form up behind you and Jonesy. You’ve got the slug kid and some guy with metal springs for limbs, while Jonesy has Birdie and some humanoid tiger alien. You figured that you’d be facing off against Birdie in order to even things up. If it weren’t arranged as such, you’d just be beating down a couple of kids in a recreational game.

“It was worth a shot.” Jonesy remarks, right before he dashes past you in a surprising burst of speed and coordination. The only problem is, he’s empty handed after his sly little trick.

“Say what?” he says with an expression of shock and confusion. And as he and the others turn around, you’re already dunking the ball into the hoop on the opposite end of the court.

“What can I say? Frogs have sticky fingers.” you say while chuckling and wiggling your long, slender fingers.

“Oh, it’s on now!” Jonesy declares with a determined glare.

“Oh, now you’re getting serious? Took ya’ long enough.” you say with a sly grin, tossing the ball to him and trading places on the court in the process.

Jonesy passes the ball to his feline friend, and the two of them storm past your other teammates, passing the ball between one another before it finally reaches Birdie’s hands. Her allies did a great job clearing a path for her to go for a rather dramatic and graceful slam dunk. However, you manage to hop over the backboard, snatch the ball from her hands and toss it to the slug kid before it even touches the rim.

“Hey!” Birdie says with a pout.

“Hey…” you say back, with a flirtatious tone. This causes her to become a bit flustered, which is what brings you back to your senses. You’ve gotta remember to be careful as Bullfrag. He’s constantly horny for some reason.

The game proceeds to be an absolute shutout. Any three pointers that Birdie and Jonesy’s team goes for is swiftly intercepted by you. They prove to be no match for the speed and power that your alien form provides. However, they do manage to score a few points on you. Even with a thirty point lead, they made you work for it.

(Cont.)

At the end, the kids are exhausted and covered in sweat, but you can tell they had a blast. They take a moment to catch their breath and take a drink, while you and Birdie congratulate them on a game well played.

Once Jonesy has relaxed a bit, you extend a hand to him with a smile. “Good game.”

For a moment, he looks absolutely starstruck. But he eventually snaps out of it and firmly grips your hand with a big grin on his face. “Wait until I tell everyone I got beat by X in basketball!” he says in honest disbelief. But in a flash, his face drops, and his eyes dart away from yours.

“My parents told me that I should stay away from you. They say you’re dangerous...but that’s also what they said about my boys over there.” he says while waving at his alien friends, his smile returning to him once more. “I don’t care what anyone says about you. I know you’re one of the good guys. And I’ll shut down anyone that tries to trash talk you.”

There’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes that you find to be inconceivably precious. He might talk alot of trash on the court, but he’s an honest kid.

>”You’re smart. If you ask me, your parents should be learning from you.”
>”Glad to see that humans and aliens can get along like this. You kids are our future.”
>”I do autographs too, y’know. Free of charge.”
>”If I’ve got the time, I’ll try to drop by here every once in a while. Be sure to bring your A-game.”
>”If you and your friends tune in to Channel 11 tomorrow night, you’ll see something special. But don’t spread it around too much.”
>Write-in.

>>4289460
>>”You’re smart. If you ask me, your parents should be learning from you.”
>”If I’ve got the time, I’ll try to drop by here every once in a while. Be sure to bring your A-game.”

>>4289853
Support

>>4289853
>>4290348
Writing...

File: Birdie.png (2.19 MB, 2100x5000)

2.19 MB PNG

(Here's a Birdie commission that I requested recently!)

“You're a smart kid. If you ask me, your parents could learn a thing or two from you.” you say with Bullfrag’s award winning smile. Frog’s definitely shouldn’t have teeth.

“Wow, uh, I...that means a lot. Thanks.” he says bashfully. His face is almost as red as his shirt.

When he finally lets go of your hand, you begin walking back towards your bike. But once you get halfway there, you turn around to see the slightly disappointed expressions of the inner city teens.

“If I’ve got the time, I’ll try to drop by every now and again. Be sure to bring your A-game.” you say with a wave of your hand. And judging by the sounds of celebration and cheering, you’ve probably just made their day. Birdie certainly seems pleased by your actions.

“Now that we’ve worked up a sweat, how about we head towards our final destination?” she asks confidently. She definitely knows you won’t refuse.

“That’s not something you say to your driver. To this day, I’ll never drive behind a rebar truck.” you say while timing out early in a burst of golden light. The two of you then jump onto your bike, wave to the teens from afar and speed off into open traffic.

---------

Once you reach a densely populated part of town with particularly heavy traffic, you’re forced to put the bike on auto pilot and let it find a place to park. But your presence quickly draws the attention of a great number of individuals, and they begin to crowd around you in a mob. They aren’t particularly angry(at least most of them aren’t), but you can tell that they’re curious about what the news outlets have been saying about you. And you can’t exactly blame them.

A barrage of questions and requests fly in your direction. Too many to count or keep track of. And just when you’re about to speak up, the crowd quickly disperses without another word, almost as if nothing had ever happened.

“Can you take a single step outside without causing a scene?” asks a familiar sassy voice. And as you turn to see the source of the voice, you spot Gwen(Cat) comfortably hanging from Olivia’s bag.

"Those are some big words for someone that doesn't take a single step out of her bag." you retort, noticing your cousin a little while later. She's wearing a different take on her classic Lucky Girl costume. The material has been replaced with high density nylon, which breathes much better than leather, and her classic black and purple color palette has been swapped out in favor of a magenta color, with a black secondary color running under her arms, legs and neck. The mask has been upgraded to a full helmet with actual defensive properties, while the claws have been made to be retractable.

“Oh my gosh! Fancy running into you here, cuz.” Olivia cheerfully exclaims. She appears to be helping an elderly person across the street at the moment.

(Cont.)

What do you say?

>”Hey, Lucky Girl. Still running your candy racket?”
>”Did you set this up, Birdie?”
>”How’d you do that thing with the crowd?”
>”Oh, you know. I’m just enjoying the fresh air and lack explosions.”
>”Me and Birdie are doing some community service in order to improve my PR. Wanna join us?”
>Write-in.

>>4291411
>>”Did you set this up, Birdie?”
>”How’d you do that thing with the crowd?”

>>4291411
>”Did you set this up, Birdie?”
>”How’d you do that thing with the crowd?”
>”Me and Birdie are doing some community service in order to improve my PR. Wanna join us?”

>>4291414
Support

>>4291414
>>4292867
Writing...

“Did you set this up, Birdie?” you ask, turning to face the avian archer.

“Well, who knows~?” she says with a smug grin and a shrug. However, her illusion is quickly dispelled when her white dove flies by your ear and whispers, “She sooo didn’t~. It’s a total coincidence.”

This causes Birdie to swat at the dove in a flustered fit. And you could’ve sworn that the talking dove sounded a lot like Birdie’s child form.

Choosing to ignore this newly acquired information for the time being, you turn to address Olivia’s snarky feline friend.

“How’d you do that thing with the crowd?” you inquire.

“Oh, that? It was just a simple warding spell.” Gwen gloats with a smug aura and a shit eating grin. “I’d teach it to you, but seeing as how you’re out of practice, it would probably just be a waste of my ti-”

But before she can finish her sentence, Olivia shoves her head back into her bag. “Play nice, you two.” she says while wagging a finger at Gwen. “Anyways, I should get going before the light changes and-” she says, before realizing that it’s already turned green during the time she was chatting with you. “Aw, dangit! Sorry, Ms. Hogsworth. We’ll get it next time.” Olivia whispers apologetically.

And with that, you and your cousin part ways. For the next two hours, you and Birdie go around the neighborhood doing good deeds. Like saving kittens from trees, aiding in construction work, and giving alien migrants directions.

Surprisingly, there weren’t too many people bothering you today. But that’s mostly because the Plumbers haven’t had a chance to spread the word yet. Tomorrow, the news of your imposter goes live, and so does your interview with Wilderbee on his Talk Show. It won’t be a formal interrogation or a fluff piece for the media, but an actual chance to get your voice out there without any corporate meddling. At least you hope so.

--------

“Aaaaand we’re done! Great work out there, partner! The heavens shine upon you on this fine day!” Birdie proclaims with a bright smile and her arms spread wide. And at the same time, a pair of tiny wings spread from her back, flapping meagerly, before disappearing in a puff of feathers. “Hmm. Guess I still can’t do that, yet.” she states with a confused expression. What a strange person.

“Likewise. I appreciate you giving me a chance to get out and do some good. Feels like it’s been forever since I was able to go on patrol.” you admit, with a large stretch.

“I’m glad you feel that way, because I have a bit of a confession to make…” Birdie says, while fidgeting with a bashful expression on her face. “Remember when I said it was just gonna be us? Well, I lied!” she excitedly exclaims.

Just then, a group of winged individuals descend from the skies and land around you. Is this an ambush?!

(Cont.)

No wait...you remember that dark haired, punk rock girl from the night when The Cowl got hurt. Her name was Storm Raven or something. She could manipulate the weather and generate electricity.

And the one next to her is the youngest member of the Birds of Paradise, at only 12 years old. You think her name was Sparrow.

And the buff dude wearing only a pair of spandex undies, a sash and a cape is Mockingbird. You’d never forget the name of the guy that runs around town flashing his bulge at villains and pedestrians alike. His ability to dodge bullets is nearly as impressive as his ability to evade lawsuits.

“What’s going on here?” you ask.

“Well, I thought you were having trouble with your reputation lately, so I cooked up a plan to show others how nice you are!” she admits innocently.

“Birdie here asked us to record everything you guys were doing. She wants to upload this footage to the internet and Extranet later today.” Storm Raven reveals, waving a camcorder around in the process.

“This ought to boost your popularity for sure. Especially when they see those sweet slam dunks you did during that basketball game!” Mockingbird shouts, mimicking the action of shooting a basketball.

“We can cut out the part where those people ran away screaming, if you want. I know I would.” Sparrow says while adjusting her goggles.

>”Thanks, really. But I don’t think that’s necessary. Good deeds are supposed to be their own reward.”
>”Maybe cut out the part where I slam dunked on a 13 year old several times. Seems a little lame to show to others.”
>”Good idea, Sparrow. That probably wouldn’t be good for my image or the aliens that were involved.”
>”If you’re going to upload it, then I think you should probably make them into separate videos in order to avoid suspicion.”
>”Wow, guys. I don’t know what to say…”
>Write-in.

>>4293249
>>”Good idea, Sparrow. That probably wouldn’t be good for my image or the aliens that were involved.”
>”If you’re going to upload it, then I think you should probably make them into separate videos in order to avoid suspicion.”
>”Maybe edit the part where I slam dunked on a 13 year old several times. Just to make it seem a little bit fair for the kids.”

>>4293531
Support

>>4293531
>>4294645
Writing...

“Good thinking, Sparrow. That wouldn’t be good for my image or the aliens involved.” you suggest. You really don’t need anymore alien fear-mongering. “Oh, and you should probably upload the videos separately in order to avoid suspicion. We don’t want it to look fake.” you say, even though it’s starting to feel a bit fake already.

Young Sparrow nods silently and opens up the camera to do some on-site editing. She retracts her sharp talons so as not to damage the equipment, while the others watch in amazement. Despite being the youngest, Sparrow has always been a bit of a wiz kid.

Her costume is made from tanned leather strips, and has been carefully stitched to the cloth parts of her suit. It looks a bit bulky, but that’s mostly because it was made to protect her in the heat of battle. It gives her suit a bit of a medieval feel, whereas her glowing goggles and retractable claws seem to be of Victorian inspiration. And to top it all off, a bundle of brown feathers has been glued to the leather strips, completing her avian motif and drawing a bit from tribal fashion as an inspiration.

“Oh! One more thing.” you hastily interrupt, causing their gazes to fall upon you. “Maybe edit out the parts where I dunked on a 13 year old several times. You know, just to make it seem a little more fair for the kids.” you say with a bashful expression. The three of them exchange confused glances for a moment, before shrugging and giving you a collective thumbs up.

You’ve got to say, out of all the teams you’ve worked with, the Birds have got to be your favorite. Despite only having an avian themed identity in common, there’s a surprising amount of solidarity and unity between them. Sort of like the X-Men, but with a lot less death involved.

“Thanks for everything, Birdie. I’m glad to hear that you’re still on my side.” you say sincerely.

“Hey, we’ve gotta look out for each other. If we don’t, then who will?” she asks, while giving you a pat on the back. “We’ll let you know when Sparrow’s done with her…” Birdie says before pausing in confusion.

“Video editing.” Storm Raven interrupts.

“Yeah! That!” Birdie excitedly exclaims. “Until next time!” she shouts, while running back towards her teammates, who are now huddled close to Storm Raven.

“You need a lift back home?” the punk girl offers. She’s much nicer than you expected her to be.

“No thanks. I’ve got my own ride.” you say, summoning your bike to your side.

“Suit yourself.” Storm Raven says with a shrug. It is only then that you notice the clouds above you darkening and swirling ominously.

(Cont.)

“To the Nest!” Birdie declares dramatically while pointing towards the sky.. Storm Raven rolls her eyes and snaps her fingers, causing a bolt of lightning to crash down upon them in the blink of an eye. And after a brief, but blinding flash of light, the four of them are gone, leaving only a smoldering crater where they once stood.

As you raise your eyes to the sky, you notice that a single bolt of lightning is quickly traveling along the cloud-line, leading outside of Bellwood. What a convenient way to travel.

Well, you guess it's about time for you to head home and explain what's happening to your family. That'll be fun...

----------------

>Location: ???
>Date: ???

Having finished my harrowing battle with that walking mountain of muscle known as Queen Looma Red Wind, she had sworn her allegiance to me, with the exception of me not being allowed to give her direct orders.

Despite her stubborn disposition prior to our battle, she was pretty eager to aid in our cause. As I thought, the only thing she truly understands is violence.

Who does The Heir recruit next?

>The Twins
>The Hallowed One
>The Chimera

>>4294747
>>The Chimera

>>4294752
+1

>>4294752
>>4295649
Writing...

File: Spoiler Image (537 KB, 1024x576)

537 KB PNG

Now this next one will be...tricky. The Chimera is potentially the most dangerous and volatile out of your candidates. This will almost certainly end in a fight, but you’re prepared for that probability.

“Where shall I take you?” your V.I. asks you as you plug in your coordinates.

“To infinity and beyond.” you respond without a hint of sarcasm. Just then, a slightly unstable portal is torn open right before you, shifting and bending before your very eyes. Forget the fight, the trip there could very well kill you. And if it does, then you haven’t a doubt in your mind that Eon would replace you with another.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re sure that Eon plans to replace you with the Wakeman boy, anyway. Although you’re too scared to ask him, you just know that your role doesn’t have much permanence. But that is the one thing that you will not stand for. There is no way that you’d allow yourself to be cast aside and forgotten, like a single grain in the ever so infinite sands of time.

“Rift stability is at 65% and dropping.” your device states. Guess it’s now or never. If there were ever a time to press your luck, it’d probably have to be now. You swallow hard and steel your nerves,before forcing yourself to move into the unstable rift. And for a moment, you feel as if you could be torn apart, molecule by molecule, and scattered across the Multiverse.

“If this is to be my fate, then so be it…” you say, resigned to your role in the events to come. A pawn will always remain a pawn, but you had wished to climb a bit higher before being discarded. A pity…

--------------

After having your mind, body and perception of time warped by the unstable rift, you awaken upon a crumbling, black platform. However, it is not made from any solid material in the known Galaxy. This platform is made from hard light, and it is quickly wasting away, much like the godlike beings that surround you.

You’ve arrived at the Edge of Infinity, where Celestialsapiens were born, and where they chose to die. Or perhaps they weren’t given the luxury of choosing their fate. You’re a bit foggy on the details. All you know is that The Chimera failed in his quest to harvest a newborn Celestialsapien. With that sort of power, he could have overtaken even Eon.

You take a moment to look around, but all you see is the infinite expanse of empty space, along with the strange cocoons that the Celestialsapiens have buried themselves in to protect themselves from the likes of Aggregor.

(Cont.)

“Why is it that have you come here?” asks a gruff and exhausted voice. You turn to face the source of the voice, only to find a pitiful creature that seems to be made from an amalgam of alien creatures. His arms were large and yellow, like that of a Talpaedan. His legs were slender and sturdy, like that of an Orishan. His chest was wide and porous, like that of a Geochelone Aerio. He wore a collar around his neck, similar to the containment suits worn by the Prypiatosian-B. The flesh around his face was white and blue, most likely due to his fusion with an Amperi. All of these conflicting species had formed together in order to create the fearsome visage of The Chimera. “Perhaps you have failed in your quest as well?” he asks with his back towards you.

“Not yet, I’m afraid. But I do need your help if I’m to change my fate.” you admit without shame. Finally, The Chimera turns to face you, before rising to his feet and stomping towards your direction.

“And why should I do anything for you?” he asks, while towering over you. You can practically feel his breath on your helmet.

“Because I can give you what you’ve always wanted.” you declare.

He raises an eyebrow and lets out a small chuckle. “Oh? And what would that be?”

Without saying a word, you press a few buttons on your Rift device, allowing you to create a holographic map of the Multiverse. Or at least, the sections of it that you've discovered so far.

It expands far beyond your platform, and continues to do so until the tiny icons are nearly indistinguishable from the stars that surround you. This not only impresses Aggregor, but it leaves him speechless.

“I offer you power. A chance at redemption. And most importantly…” you say, while pausing for dramatic effect. And after you press a few more buttons, a large chunk of the Multivers is highlighted and brought closer to Aggregor. “A kingdom to rule.”

At this, The Chimera flashes a genuine smile, leading you to believe that he is highly intrigued by your proposal. Perhaps this will be easier than you thought.

(End of Thread)

File: df0534befde6b79e07b1e925d(...).jpg (60 KB, 558x605)

60 KB JPG

Looks that's gonna be it for this thread. I apologize for the lack of consistent updates, but it's that time of year where I get much busier than usual. As always, thanks for hanging in there with me and making it this far. And to those who are new to the quest after reading the recap, welcome!

If you've got any questions about the quest or anything related to it, be sure to let me know while you still can. The next thread will be up by Sunday.

See you guys next time. The Show's Over!