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For about three minutes, you and the man in the TV sit in total silence as you wait for your refreshments to arrive. He hasn’t said a single word ever since you sat down. He’s just been glaring at you and glancing from side to side occasionally. Is he trying to make you nervous or something?

“So...what did you say your name was?” you ask.

“I didn’t. However, my peers refer to me as ‘Commander Chief’.” he states.

“Oh wow. Is that like a nickname or…?” you inquire even further.

“No. That is my designation.” he corrects you.

What a stupid title.

“I concur.” Trixy chimes in.

Shortly afterward, your drinks arrive, but you aren’t sure how the old guy plans to drink his through the TV screen. Even the waitress is trying to wrap her head around it.

“That will be all.” he says with an agitated expression. And with that, the waitress leaves the two of you alone. You were getting a few weird looks when you first sat down with this guy, but you’ve since gotten used to them. “Mr. Wakeman, how much do you know about your family?” he finally asks.

Oh thank God! An actual question!

“They’re great people. I couldn’t have asked for better friends and family. My life would have turned out very different if it wasn’t for them.” you honestly answer.

“Hmm. In your file, it says here that you were adopted. Is that true?” he inquires.

“Yes, that’s correct.” you confirm.

“Good. But there’s just one problem here. Your birth records, and proof of adoption have both been doctored.” he states. “It’s almost as if you just blinked into existence all those years ago. And from the data that I’ve gathered, I’m having a hard time pinpointing your exact place of birth. You never even completed the mandatory hospital stay. That record was doctored as well.” he adds.

This guy...knows way too much about you. But luckily, it sounds like he’s more interested in Wade Wakeman than he is “X”. At least, you think that’s a good thing.

“Well...that can’t be right? Can you double check?” you ask in a falsely frantic tone.

“We’ve checked. It’s all true. Which is why I wanted to ask you a few questions.” he suggests.

“Go right ahead.” you say.

“Have you ever looked into your family’s history?” the man in the TV asks.

“No, not really.” you blatantly state.

“Before they were called Wakeman’s, they were known as the Billings family. And they’ve got a bit of a dark history.” he says in a grim tone. “Why don’t you grab that folder under the TV.”/

You promptly reach over, lift up the TV and slide a slender folder out from underneath it. This damn dinosaur is heavy though!

(Cont.)

“We’re talking cults, ritual sacrifices, pacts with demons. The whole nine yards.” he reveals as you flip open the folder. The pictures, as graphic as they may be, seem to support his claims, but you have no idea how reliable these are. But for some reason, you find yourself stopping on one specific picture. It’s a stone carving of a raging flame.

“They call themselves the Flame Keeper’s Circle. Have you ever heard of your parents or grandparents speaking about them?” he inquires.

>”No, never. Can you tell me more about them?”
>”Where did you get all this?”
>”Whatever you think my family is involved in, it's not true. We would never engage in ‘ritual sacrifices’ or whatever.”
>”I knew my Grandpa changed his name, but that was for more personal reasons.”
>”Where exactly do I fit into all of this?”
>Write-in.

>>4478071
>>”No, never. Can you tell me more about them?”
>”Where exactly do I fit into all of this?”
>"How many generations ago was this?"

>>4478071
>>”No, never. Can you tell me more about them?”
>”Where exactly do I fit into all of this?”
>"How many generations ago was this?"

>>4478071
>>4478086
+1

>>4478086
>>4478173
>>4478392
Writing...

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“No, never. Can you tell me more about them?” you ask while flipping through the folder. “Like, how many generations ago was this?”

“References to the Flame Keeper’s Circle date as far back as the Middle Ages. Those pictures in particular were taken during the late 1800’s” he explains in a gruff, yet proper tone. “They show up every now and again at inconsistent intervals in time, but their existence is largely unknown and obscure to even the most astute scholars. Hell, we only found this out a few months back.” the Chief admits. “We suspect that the fourth generation of the Billings family was deeply involved in the cult’s dealings. And while you’re not related by blood, that makes you eighth generation.” he adds.

“Okay, but what does all of this have to do with me?” you inquire.

“Among the texts that we’ve managed to decipher, there are several key phrases that come up often. Dagon. Esoterica. And an emphasis on the number eight.” the Chief states.

“So, you’re going off of a cult’s superstition? Is that why you brought me here?” you ask while throwing the folder down onto the table.

“It’s not just a superstition. The members of this cult are believed to wield great power, both physical, mystical and political. In their sacred texts that we recovered, they mention how their more prestigious members are allowed to make deals with horrifying demons. These creatures are said to make promises of overflowing riches and bountiful blessings. And whenever they make these deals, they vow that the firstborn of their family’s eighth generation will devote their life to the cause. That’d be you.” he proclaims.

“But I’m not ‘really’ related to them.” you respond.

“Well, what about that cousin of yours? She’s an eighth generation, and a ‘Billings’ by blood.” the Chief suggests. And for a moment, your heart drops. This is too crazy to be real. Why your family? Why your generation? Why Ollie? Why now?

“I’m telling you this because I wanted you to have a choice.” the Chief declares. “Either you can pack up your bags, cut off all ties with this family and move far, far away…” he proposes. “Or, you can prove me wrong. See what you can find out about your family, and report back to me with what you find. Your cooperation would be very appreciated.” he says, with an imposing glare from his one good eye.

“You want me to spy on my family for you?!” you ask.

“We don’t enjoy violating your privacy, so I’m giving you the chance to keep this within the family. What do you say?” he offers.

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>Accept his offer. You have no idea who he is or what he wants, but he seems to be looking out for you.
>Decline his offer. You don’t like the idea of this guy poking around your business. You have a secret identity and a family to protect.
>Call Olivia and let her know about your discovery.
>”Why do you care so much about these guys, anyway?”
>”Before I sign onto anything, I’d need to know more about you and who you work for.”
>”I thought this was a dangerous cult. Why would you let some random guy investigate them for you?”
>"Enough games. How much dirt have you got on my file? You didn't tell me about those doctored records just to impress me."
>Write-in.

>>4478582
>”Before I sign onto anything, I’d need to know more about you and who you work for.”
>"So how much do you know aboyt me personally?"
>Accept his offer. You have no idea who he is or what he wants, but he seems to be looking out for you.
>"Only way I see this going sort of thing going on with my cousin is if she's tricked or something"

>>4478582
>”Before I sign onto anything, I’d need to know more about you and who you work for.”
>"So how much do you know about me personally?"
I don't want to confirm or deny anything yet, lets just get some more info.

>>4478888
+1
Add on
>”Why do you care so much about these guys, anyway?”
Info!

>>4478888
+1

>>4478888
>>4478921
>>4479174
Writing...

“Before I sign onto anything, I’d need to know more about you and who you work for.” you declare.

“I suppose that’s reasonable.” he sighs. “I’m the head of Global Security(no pun intended), a government funded organization that oversees the safety of the entire planet.” Director Chief reveals.

“How come I’ve never heard of you before?” you ask.

“This is a relatively new operation. It’s meant to be our first line of defense against alien invasions and extinction level events. Eventually, we’d also like to coordinate our efforts with the vigilantes of the world.” he states.

“What exactly do you mean by ‘coordinate’?” you inquire.

“...I’m putting together a team. A team that will fight with the Earth’s best interests in mind when we’re in our darkest hour. Unfortunately, that is all that I can tell you for now. You understand.” he says in a hushed tone. However, it’s a little hard to take him seriously when he’s speaking to you through an unplugged TV. But from what you’re hearing, it sounds like he’s putting together an Avengers team! You wonder if they’ll approach X with an offer.

“That’s fine.” you state. “So, going back to the Flame Keeper’s, why do you care so much about these guys?” you ask.

“As I stated earlier, I believe them to be a threat to the Earth’s security and wellbeing. While they aren’t at the top of our priority list, they will need to be dealt with eventually.” he explains.

“Alright, one last question. How much do you know about me?” you inquire.

The Chief seems to lean back in some chair that’s out of frame and exhales a long sigh. “Wade Wakeman. Your grades are exceptional, despite attending an average high school. You chose not to pursue higher education, unlike your cousin, and instead chose to inherit your family’s plumbing business.” he says with a quick glance up at you. You really hope that he never figures that one out. “You have no notable savings or an active bank account with any local or national banks that we could find, so it’s assumed that your account is either offshore or off-planet. There’s also the possibility that you keep money under the mattress, but it’s safe to assume that you’ve been converting USD to Taydens, which isn’t illegal in any way. And you’re currently living with a family of four aliens, despite being underage.” he concludes. “Don’t worry, I won’t bust you for that. You’ve gotta live while you’re young. And I’m sure you have your own circumstances.” he says with a smirk.

So it would seem that he doesn’t know about your secret identity, but he knows just about everything else that’s happened in your life. Hopefully you can keep it that way.

“So, what do you think? Will you help us?” he asks once more.

(Cont.)

>Accept his offer.
>Reject his offer.
>Ask for time to consider his offer.
>Write-in.

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>>4479276
>Accept his offer.
I don't really see any reason to not accept. From the way it sounds, he's going to send spies if we deny. Might as well do it on our own.
>>4479481
Very nice, I saw it early on twitter.

>>4479276
>>Accept his offer.

>>4479276
>Accept his offer.
Yeah, alright.

>>4479619
>>4479677
>>4480355
Writing...

“Fine…” you sigh as you instinctively stretch out your hand to shake his. “Do I really have a choice?”

The Chief clears his throat loudly and glances at your hand, causing you to remember that he doesn’t have any.

“Oh right. My bad…” you awkwardly chuckle while pulling your hand back.

“Well, at least we’re on the same page. Whenever you find out something worth reporting, call me at the number that your mother provided to you.” he states.

“Sure, just give me some time to wrap my head around this.” you request.

“Don’t take too long. The fate of the world might rest in your hands, Wade Wakeman.” the Chief proclaims.

Oh, you have no idea, Chief…

After you finish your coffee and clear off the table, the well dressed man returns to foot the bill and takes the TV that the Director was speaking through. As you leave the coffee shop and head back to your car, you begin to wonder why he would choose to meet you under such bizarre circumstances.

“Wade, would you like to hear what I found out about Dr. Klein?” Trixy asks.

“Sure, give me the rundown.” you say approvingly.

“Dr. Richard Klein has lived in Germany for the majority of his life. Diagnosed with dwarfism at a young age, the doctor was made to receive psychological and emotional therapy from his parents. The results were inconclusive to say the least. His grades up until his junior year of high school were absolutely exceptional, but during his senior year, he dropped out for reasons unknown and acquired his GED several years afterwards. From there, he managed to attend a rather prestigious college in a neighboring country, and then he moved on to graduate school in order to acquire his doctorate in the field of psychological study.” she explains.

“Is that it? No dirty secrets or incriminating evidence?” you ask.

“That is all that the database provided. I apologize if the evidence is inconclusive or insubstantial.” Trixy pouts.

“No, it’s fine. Thanks for looking into it, Trixy.” you say while starting up your car and pulling out of the lot. After hearing Trixy’s explanation, you have a few theories about this Dr. Klein guy. He’s either the most suspicious looking psychiatrist that you’ve ever seen, or he’s operating under a fake name. You might have to take a closer look later.

“While you are still available, the Omnivore has responded to your request, and so have the Plumbers. The High Empress of the Gourmet Empire has formally requested your presence specifically during her celebratory feast. And the Plumbers have selected a suitable diplomat for the mission. They would like you to meet her.” Trixy reports.

Oh great. The Omnivore is really trying her best to be a major thorn in your side.

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>”Tell the Omnivore that I plan to attend her banquet with a few guests.”
>Fly up to Plumber HQ and meet up with this diplomat. With luck, you might run into Grandpa there too.
>Go to Ollie’s place and give her the bad news. She deserves to know what’s going on.
>Head to your parents place and inform them of the matter of their ancestry.
>Return to your home and analyze the alien “DNA” that got all over your jacket during the fight. You want to learn more about the creatures that crashed Steel’s rally.
>Write-in.

>>4480926
>>Fly up to Plumber HQ and meet up with this diplomat. With luck, you might run into Grandpa there too.

>>4480926
>Fly up to Plumber HQ and meet up with this diplomat. With luck, you might run into Grandpa there too.
Maybe we can check in on the Cowl too? Or has he been released?

>>4480926
>Fly up to Plumber HQ and meet up with this diplomat. With luck, you might run into Grandpa there too.
Maybe we can ask Gramps bout our ancestors
>Ask trixy if she can take a bit of the alien dna on us & contain it for later, storing it in our suit
Can trixy analyze it or is there something at home for that? Also can she do when it's stored if she can analyze it?

>>4480941
>>4481285
>>4482162
I'll get to the matter of what happened to the Cowl later.

Writing...

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"Tell them that I'm on my way to Plumber HQ. Unfortunately, this Omnivore thing sounds like it should take priority.” you sigh.

“Yes, that would be wise.” Trixy chimes in.

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After parking your car in your garage, you send a text to K8-E regarding the urgency of this matter and head straight for the abandoned lot you use when you don’t want to be seen in your neighborhood. As soon as you get there, you hastily transform into Bloodrush and take off towards the skies. With Bloodrush’s speed, you should make it to Plumber HQ with a few minutes to spare.

“Hey Trixy, remind me to buy a ship later.” you request.

“With all due respect, Wade, I do not think your garage’s storage capacity is sufficient enough to contain any worthwhile vessels.” she reminds you.

“I know, but we’ll be moving soon. And Kirby has enough property space to fit a hangar bay.” you state.

“Very well, then. I will begin searching for a ship that meets your requirements.” Trixy declares.

Not before long, the temperature drops drastically as you exit Earth’s atmosphere and tear through the dark, infinite expanse of space with a single beat of your large, leathery wings.

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After about 6 minutes, you reach the sector that Plumber HQ is currently stationed within. You really wish that you could just fly right in, but if you don’t let Trixy send in your access codes beforehand, then you run the risk of being shot out of the sky by your coworkers.

“Access granted.” Trixy announces. And without further delay, you fly right through the station’s atmospheric barrier and undo your transformation. Luckily, you remembered to suit up before you transformed. That would’ve been awkward to explain.

“Hey kiddo. Didn’t think you’d hustle over here like that.” says a familiar voice approaching you. It’s Grandpa Phil! “We didn’t even get a chance to call you yet.” he says with a soft chuckle.

“Well, let’s just say that this seemed like it required my full, undivided attention.” you say in a sarcastic tone, as you and Phil exchange a brief, but firm handshake. Hugging him here in a crowded hangar bay wouldn’t look good for either of you.

“Yeah, no kidding. All this ‘Gourmet Empire’ stuff is coming at a really bad time. With the galaxy in this state, we can’t take another war. We just got over our last one.” he groans.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. I don’t know if I can take the Omnivore in a fair fight.” you admit.

“Never thought I’d hear those words coming from you. Who are you and what’d you do with my cool, confident grandson?” he laughs.

(Cont.)

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While the two of you trade jokes and catch up with one another, Grandpa escorts you to the boardroom where you’ll be meeting with the negotiator. Upon entering the room, you notice that Kay’n is arguing with a strange alien that you’ve never seen before. However, as soon as they register your presence, Kay’n withdraws herself from the conversation and makes room for you to greet the alien instead.

“What’s going on here?” Phil asks.

“Our diplomat here said that she doesn’t require my services. She wishes to go alone with X.” Kay’n hisses.

“Make no mistake. I am not doubting your abilities, but this is also a form of psychological warfare. Arriving on a hostile and dangerous territory with minimal reinforcements tells them two things: We are not afraid of you, and we do not wish to cause you harm.” the diplomat explains as she raises two pincer-like fingers. Now that you’re getting a closer look at her, you begin to realize that the person before you is a hybrid mix of Cerebrocrustacean(Brainstorm) and an Amperi(AmpFibian). Her cranium is larger than the average human’s, but is noticeably smaller than that of any Cerebrocrustacean that you’ve seen. And hanging below the spikes lining the side of her head, are an assortment of light blue tentacles. They squiggle and squirm as if they were alive. “And besides, I am far from defenseless.” she states, as she removes her red hands from the sleeves of her purple robe and holds them side by side. Suddenly, you see arcs of lightning dancing between her palms, traveling up her body and coursing through her tentacles. And judging by the way her hands look, the entire surface of her body appears to be covered in some sort of chitinous shell.

“Be that as it may, we can’t let the two fod you go in there without backup.” Phil declares with his arms crossed.

“Oh, I do believe X will be more than enough.” she says through the frilled flaps covering her mouth. “Ah! Where are my manners?” she shouts in a sudden outburst. “Gelaire Malazoa at your service.” Gelaire says with a small bow. “It is an honor to meet you.”

What will you say?

>”Likewise. Thanks for answering the call.”
>"You don't have to be so formal with me. You can save all of that social grace for when we're staring down the Omnivore."
>”I’ve never met a hybrid like you before. Are there any upsides to it?”
>”I think you should reconsider their offer. Going in there without backup is a seriously bad move.”
>”If you really think that the two of us will be enough, then I’m willing to trust your judgement.”
>”Would you be opposed to having Kay’n and a few others shadow us from afar?”
>”We’re not too sure what to expect here. In your experience, how do these things usually go?”
>Write-in.

>>4483087
>”Likewise. Thanks for answering the call.”
>”We’re not too sure what to expect here. In your experience, how do these things usually go?”

>>4483087
>”Likewise. Thanks for answering the call.”
>”We’re not too sure what to expect here. In your experience, how do these things usually go?”

>>4483087
>”Likewise. Thanks for answering the call.”
>”We’re not too sure what to expect here. In your experience, how do these things usually go?”
>"Would you oppose to having just Kay'n tag along with us?"

One more person wouldn't be that bad right?

But I understand if you guys dont want Kay'n to tag along.
I'll be okay with it

>>4483630
I'm not really sure what an extra person could do against these guys. From what we've seen and heard they seem pretty strong. We're probably better just the two of us, for the reasons above, and we don't have to try and protect another person if things go south.

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>>4483504
>>4483596
>>4483628
Writing...

In the meantime, have this hot new K8-E commission!

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“Likewise. Thanks for answering the call.” you say with a small bow of your own.

“Putting our destination into consideration, I would assume that my competition was scarce at best.” Gelaire casually remarks.

“Yes. Everyone other than you seems to have an irrational fear of being eaten alive. How silly of them.” Kay’n states in a sarcastic tone. You’re not entirely sure how she can speak so clearly through that muzzle.

“Then I suppose that would make me one of the few Amperi with a spine.” Gelaire proclaims with a soft chuckle. Despite the friction between the two, Kay’n seemingly finds herself enjoying Gelaire’s banter.

“We’re not too sure what to expect here. In your experience, how do these things usually go?” you ask.

Gelaire’s soft, circular glowing pupils flick over in your direction as you address her. “These are not the type of people who would humbly accept our terms of negotiation. In their eyes, we are inferior in both military might and resource management. And it is likely that they do not particularly care whether the Gourmet Empire goes to war with the rest of the galaxy or not. So long as they have the Omnivore on their side, they feel as if they cannot lose.” she explains.

“And she’s inviting X so that she can scope out the competition.” Phil concludes.

“No. The Omnivore is well aware of the fact that X is hesitant to fight her, and she’s most likely taking this opportunity to confirm her suspicions before her loyal subjects.” Gelaire clarifies.

“So she’s trying to show the whole galaxy that she can scare their champion.” Kay’n states. “This is why I can’t stand politics. Everyone keeps their ugliness on the inside.” she groans.

“This sounds like it’s gonna be a real slug-match. Are you sure we can get them to agree to a peace treaty?” Phil inquires.

“When they realize their tactics aren’t working, the Omnivore and her advisors will most likely attempt to coerce us into signing a contract that benefits them, while ensuring the ‘security’ of the High Council in the future. Or something equally as ridiculous.” Gelaire says while subtly rolling her eyes and waving her hand from side-to-side.

“Kinda like paying protection money.” you mention.

“Precisely.” Gelaire confirms with a curt nod. “Although, this is nothing more than an educated guess at best.”

“No, it’s more than enough. We appreciate your input.” Phil says. “And if you’ve already made up your mind about going alone, then I’m sure that Special Agent X will do everything he can to protect you if things go south.” he adds.

“I appreciate your understanding, Magister Wakeman.” Gelaire says with a bow. “But, let’s hope that it doesn’t come to that.”

(Cont.)

“Fingers crossed.” Kay’n comments in a sinister and sadistic tone.

And with your meeting concluded, you and Gelaire prepare for departure.

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Upon boarding a shuttle with the diplomat and promising Grandpa that you’d be extra careful, the two of you jump to lightspeed shortly after exiting the hangar bay. You should reach the Omnivore’s territory in a few hours. Although, you’re tempted to transform into Upgrade in order to speed up the process.

“I would have to advise against that thought, Wade. Transforming now could prevent you from using the Omnitrix’s higher functions once you arrive at the Omnivore’s Sector.” Trixy cuts in. That felt like a serious invasion of your privacy, but you appreciate the counsel.

“You are very welcome.” she says in a satisfied tone.

“So tell me…” Gelaire begins speaking. “Is it true that you possess an alien form that is capable of defeating the Omnivore, should she grow out of control?” she asks whilst flipping several switches on the shuttle’s dashboard.

>”I scanned a sample of her DNA, but I don’t quite have access to it yet.”
>”She may be strong, but I’ve got some serious heavy hitters that I think even she would have a hard time with.”
>”I don’t know. I’ve never had to fight an Omnivore before. They must be tough if they can kill Anodites, though.”
>”Why? Are you getting cold feet?”
>”Would it be weird if I asked to scan your DNA with the Omnitrix?”
>Write-in.

>>4484529
>”She may be strong, but I’ve got some serious heavy hitters that I think even she would have a hard time with.”
>”I scanned a sample of her DNA, but I don’t quite have access to it yet.”
>"Speaking of which, would you be okay with me scanning your DNA? Just for a sample that is."

>>4484529
>"I've got a couple things i could try, however i can't take the risk that it will be enough without exhausting other options. The whole 'Can kill an Anodite' part worries me too much.
>"Speaking of which, would you be okay with me scanning your DNA? Just for a sample that is."

>>4485026
+1

>>4485315
Indeed the "Can kill a anodite" is worrying

>>4484529
>>4485315
+1
Can we even scan mutant DNA? I guess it's worth a shot.

>>4485026
>>4485315
>>4485331
>>4485683
Writing...

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“I’ve got a couple things that I could try, but I’m not willing to take those risks before exhausting some of our other options. The whole ‘Can kill an Anodite’ thing worries me too much.” you admit while leaning back in your seat.

“Indeed. The Omnivore’s reputation alone is enough to demoralize an entire army. We just have to find her weakness.” Gelaire states.

“Do you think she has one?” you ask.

“Everything does. If not a weakness, a vulnerability of some sort. She just wants the rest of the galaxy to believe otherwise.” she explains. Gelaire sounds awfully ambitious for a diplomat.

“I managed to scan a sample of her DNA a while back, but I don’t quite have access to it yet. I’m thinking that I might be able to give her a taste of her own medicine.” you mention.

“That is, if you aren’t eaten alive in the process. I wouldn’t recommend tangling with an Omnivore, even if you can mimic her unique physiology.” Gelaire says in a chastising tone.

“Speaking of DNA, would you be okay with me scanning yours? Just a sample, that is.” you request.

“Hmm. I don’t see why not.” Gelaire states in a nonchalant fashion. “If you’re satisfied with mutant DNA, that is. Although I’m not sure what use you would get out of it.” she adds, sounding a bit more nervous.

“Are you kidding? A walking alien combo like you would be an absolute powerhouse! Brainpower and firepower!” you exclaim. Having both parents with some level of electrical manipulation sounds convenient.

“Ha! That’s the first time I’ve ever received a compliment like that. Most aliens look down on hybrids.” Gelaire says with renewed enthusiasm. “Believe it or not we’re quite rare. Creatures of two different species are usually either incapable of breeding, or their child is born with the qualities of only one parent.” she explains.

“Oh, I never knew that. I’m sorry if what I said came across as insensitive.” you meekly respond.

“No, it’s quite alright. Your genuine enthusiasm and curiosity are a welcome change. Scan away.” Gelaire chuckles.

Now that you have her permission, you command the Omnitrix to project a cone shaped beam that scans her entire body. Meanwhile Gelaire patiently sits still, almost as if her photo was being taken.

“Unique genetic sample detected. Insufficient data. Consistent similarities between two present genetic samples have been detected. Simulating coalescence of individual DNA strands for further analysis.” Trixy announces. “Simulation complete. Coalescence recreated from comparative data. DNA sample acquired. Designation: Unknown.” she concludes. Well that was a mouthful. But at least you know that you can register mutant DNA just fine.

(Cont.)

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For the remainder of your trip, you and Gelaire chat casually about the adventures that you’ve both had over the years.

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“Now entering Sector B0N-4PP3T1T” Trixy announces, as you exit hyperspace. Yet another mouthful from your resident A.I.

“Now entering Khoresh’s orbit.” Gelaire declares. “Brace for landing.” she adds as she pushes the steering wheel forward. The planet known as Khoresh is a rather large planet(seemingly eight times the size of planet Earth) covered in lush, verdant green with brown blotches splattered across the globe.

Suddenly, the entire shuttle rocks violently as you enter the planet’s atmosphere. “What was that?” you ask.

“This planet has a powerful gravitational pull. Our heat shields are working double overtime right now.” she proclaims.

“Is that gonna be a problem?” you inquire further.

“We might have trouble leaving this planet afterwards. Let’s think positive.” Gelaire says as she struggles to keep the ship under control.

Eventually, the ship’s stabilizers kick in, and Gelaire manages to break out of the nosedive that Khoresh’s intense gravity forced her into. But as you get closer to the ground, you feel the G-forces easing up on your armor, allowing Gelaire to make a hasty landing in a nearby clearing.

“Off to a good start already, I see.” you mutter.

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After climbing out of the ship with Gelaire, you notice a capital ship landing close by. And stepping out of it is none other than ill-mannered Omnivore, and her entourage of carnivorous aristocrats. With her long, wriggling tentacles, it doesn’t take her long to slither on over to you.

“We apologize for any inconveniences that our artificial gravity field may have given you. We must have forgotten to turn it off. You arrived much sooner than we expected.” the Omnivore says with a dignified, and seemingly apologetic expression. But you can tell from the look in her eyes, she’s taking you for fools.

“That is quite alright. We, nor our vessel, retained any significant damage.” Gelaire says as she lightly brushes off her robe. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Gelaire Malazoa, representative of the Galactic Council.” she declares with a deep bow.

Before responding, the Omnivore scans the area with her beady little eyes. “Is it...just the two of you?” she asks with a forced smile.

“Yes. The Council deemed it unnecessary to provide additional security for a purely diplomatic and non-violent excursion.” Gelaire responds.

“But did you take Khoresh’s vicious wildlife into account? They are quite notorious for their ferocity.” the Omnivore suggests with a smug grin.

(Cont.)

“Nonsense. I have none other than the infamous ‘X’ by my side. With him here, I can hardly think of a situation that might endanger my life. Therefore, reinforcements are unnecessary.” Gelaire states, with a hint of amusement in her voice. And just for a brief moment, The Omnivore’s facade cracks ever so slightly. The corner of her lips curl into a barely noticeable frown, and her eyes narrow at Gelaire with a predatory hunger. Nevertheless, the diplomat is unflinching. You can practically see the sparks flying between them.

“...Wonderful!” the Omnivore shouts as she slips back into her fake smile. “It would appear that the Galactic Council has sent a rather headstrong diplomat this time. If not a tad bit irreverent…” she mutters to herself. “And I am pleased to see that you received my message, X.” she says, glancing over to you eagerly. “I feel as if we had gotten off on the wrong foot last time we met. And now’s as good a time as any to start fresh and bury the hatchet! So to speak…” she mutters to herself once more, whilst extending her hand to you.

How should you respond to her? Gelaire said that you shouldn’t act like you’re afraid of her, but just one touch from those slithering tentacles could dissolve your entire body. You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t at least a little nervous.

What will you do?

>Offer a deep bow instead.
>Shake her hand.
>Kiss her hand.
>Give her a low-five.
>Teach her the secret handshake that you and Ollie made up when you were little.
>Give her a hug.
>Write-in.

>>4485853
>Give her a low-five

>>4485853
>High five then Low five
Lol i just want to do "Too slow" at the low five but it may be consider rude

>>4487440
If she ask what we are doing just say it's one if the many greetings back at earth

>>4485853
>Shake her hand.

>>4485853
>Shake her hand.

>>4486032
>>4487440
2 for low five

>>4487997
>>4488161
2 for shake her hand

Would you guys want to wait for another vote, or should I roll for the result?

>>4487440
Switching to
>Shake hand
Let's be formal i guess
But when we ate leaving let's consider high or low fiving her ... Or both

>>4488544
*Are*

>>4487997
>>4488161
>>4488544
Taking these, and I'll update as soon as I wake up in a few hours. Have a bit of a headache at the moment.

Also it was my birthday yesterday.

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As much as you want to mess with her by giving her a low five, now’s probably not the time for that. So, you settle for a firm handshake instead. The Omnivore gives you a genuine smile as she puts an unusual amount of strength into her grip. But as soon as you break away from her, you notice the tentacles beneath her torso pushing off of the ground ever so slightly, causing her to increase in height considerably as a result.

“Now then, if you would all follow me.” the Omnivore proposes while towering over you in a non-imposing manner. When she turns her back to you, however, her entourage of predatorial aliens form around you and Gelaire, effectively trapping both of you within the middle of the ring. “Oh, and don’t mind them. This is known as a ‘Kill Circle’. It’s for your protection, as well as ours.” she states.

Then why don’t you feel safe at all?

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Upon arriving on Khoresh, the Omnivore decides to take you and Gelaire on a leisurely stroll through the lush fields leading up to their planet’s Capital. At some point, you question why she didn’t just take you on the ship that she arrived on, but you decide to keep this question to yourself.

"Welcome to Khoresh. Our main exports are food, medicine and weapons. Three things that you simply cannot love without." the Omnivore states with a finger raised to the air. "While the wildlife is vibrant and flourishing, we've found it necessary to control the population through regulated hunting practices." she adds.

"And does this rule apply to you as well?" Gelaire asks.

"Why, of course. No one is above the law, not even me." she proudly declares with an incidental flash of her fangs.

"I'm surprised that you can hold back. From what I've heard, Omnivore's are usually a little lacking in the restraint department." you boldly remark, which earns you a few growls and nasty looks from the Omnivore's entourage.

"Resisting temptation is a part of everyday life for me, but rest assured, I am currently snacking as we speak." she proclaims. Looking down, you're surprised to see that the grass and flowers that come in contact with her tentacles are somehow unharmed by her passage. "Even now, I am consuming a vast amount of microbes, bacteria and insects. Think of it like a buffet of appetizers. It isn't exactly filling, but it curbs my hunger for the most part." the Omnivore further explains.

For the remainder of the trip, you and Gelaire are lectured on the inner workings of Khoresh's political structure. The afternoon stroll was surprisingly pleasant, as you got to appreciate this planet's beauty in person. The warm breeze gently brushing against your armor, and the rolling fields of green wisping in the wind make you a bit envious that you cannot remove your armor in order to feel the wind on your bare skin.

(Cont.)

But suddenly, the aliens around you stop dead in their tracks and turn to face the same direction. The canine-like aliens snarl and wrinkle their snout as the hair on their backs stand on edge, while other non-mammalian creatures bear their teeth, claws or talons. Upon closer inspection, you see a pride of a dozen lion-like creatures prowling through the area. And as soon as they spot you, one of them roars loudly, before breaking into a charge towards you and the rest of the group.

What will you do?

>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)
>Create a decoy and let them chase it around while you evacuate the area.
>Form a large cage around them using your armor plates.
>Stand back and let the Omnivore's entourage handle them.
>Suggest that the Omnivore herself deal with this new development.
>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

>>4489182
>Stand back and let the Omnivore's entourage handle them.
Let's see what they're capable of. Only intervene if anyone is going to get hurt, or the lions are getting too close to our diplomat.

>>4489187
Supporting

>>4489187
>>4489194
Writing...

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As much as you want to dive right into the middle of the action, you think it'd be best to stand back and let the Omnivore's entourage handle them. It would be a great opportunity to see what they're capable of.

As the big cats get closer, your predatory guardians lunge at them as soon as they get within range. In a clash of claws and flared fangs, you're forced to law witness to the carnage filled slaughter of these primal alien beasts. The Loboans unleash deafening roars in order to concuss their foes. The warthog-like aliens use their sharp tusks to gore the muscular feline beasts. And the creature resembling a walking venus flytrap uses his tendrils to impale the remaining ones. It's brutal to watch, but you also have trouble pulling your eyes away from it.

Suddenly, one cat slips through their defenses and pounces towards you. Without hesitation, Gelaire raises her hands and lets out a powerful burst of electricity. However, as the shock courses through its body, you notice that one of the Omnivore's tentacles has wrapped around the creature's meaty leg, absorbing the brunt of Gelaire's shock without so much as flinching. And with a swift flick from her tentacle, she flings the big cat into a nearby tree with minimal effort. She doesn’t so much as glance in your direction during any of this. If anything, she seems a tad bit annoyed that she had to lift a finger at all.

After the dust settles, you’re left with the grizzly image of mauled and half mangled corpses littered around the area, their multicolored blood seeping through the fertile soil. And after all of this, you can’t help but wonder why they didn’t use those weapons that they were bragging about producing. Aside from melee weapons and natural weaponry, you know for sure that some of them are carrying rifles slung over their back, and sidearms strapped to their side. Yet, no one fired a single shot. This was about dominance. This was about killing something with their own hands, feeling the life leave its body and the light drain from their eyes. In a galaxy where you’re used to hearing the sharp whistle of plasma fire slicing through the air, it’s truly been a while since you’ve seen such raw carnage.

“I’m sorry that you had to experience that. But now do you see why I was concerned for your wellbeing? Khoresh is a dangerous planet.” the Omnivore pleads. “Luckily, everyone here is a high ranking member of the Hunter’s Guild.” she proudly states.

>”Thanks for the save. I didn’t know you cared.”
>”I see your people aren’t too big on blaster weapons.”
>”Is this a common occurrence or something? Why would you bring us out here if you knew something like this would happen?”
>”Do you guys not have tranquilizers on this planet or something? Did you really have to kill every single one?”
>”Your boys got a bit sloppy at the end there. One of those big cats nearly clawed Gelaire’s face off.”
>Write-in.

>>4489364
>>”Thanks for the save. I didn’t know you cared.”
>”Your boys got a bit sloppy at the end there. One of those big cats nearly clawed Gelaire’s face off.”
>”Is this a common occurrence or something? Why would you bring us out here if you knew something like this would happen?”
>”I see your people aren’t too big on blaster weapons.”

>>4489364
>”Thanks for the save. I didn’t know you cared.”
>”Your boys got a bit sloppy at the end there. One of those big cats nearly clawed Gelaire’s face off, why didn't they use their blasters to keep them at range?"
>”Is this a common occurrence or something? Why would you bring us out here if you knew something like this would happen, when we could have taken the ship that broughy you here?"

>>4489459
*Brought*
Also happy late birthday Gal, hope you had a swell time yesterday!

>>4489379
>>4489459
Gonna try to combine these. Writing...

>>4489463
And thanks, I did!

“Thanks for the save. I didn’t know you cared.” you say, almost mockingly.

“You give yourself too much credit, Terran. Letting you die here would put us at odds with the Plumbers. That is all.” she proclaims with a devious grin. Well, at least she’s honest.

“There’s just one thing. Your boys got sloppy at the end there. One of those big cats nearly clawed Gelaire’s face off. Why didn’t any of your guards use their blasters?” you ask in an accusing tone.

“The hide of the Menkara is thick and highly resistant to heat, causing energy diffusion upon contact with plasma bolts and other energy weapons. Which is why your negotiator’s burst of electricity had such minimal effect.” the Omnivore explains with a sneer. “Melee weapons are far more effective against them.”

“Is this a common occurrence or something? Why would you bring us out here if you knew something like this would happen? We could have just taken the ship that you brought here.” you angrily dispute.

Before responding, the Omnivore takes a deep breath and folds her arms behind her back. “I once heard that the Omnitrix was originally meant to be a tool for diplomatic purposes. It allowed the wearer to walk a mile in another alien’s boots. Really get to understand what they go through and how they see the galaxy, you know?” she asks. “But now, it’s been made into a weapon, and placed in the hands of a Terran. What was once a product of peace has now become the greatest weapon in the galaxy. It really speaks volumes.” she says while gazing out over the horizon.

“What’s your point?” you impatiently inquire.

“I’m giving you a chance to walk a mile in my shoes. To see the galaxy from my perspective.” she declares.

“I don’t know if we’ll ever see eye to eye.” you state with your arms folded.

“Then this entire discussion is pointless. We will never come to an agreement if we don’t understand one another.” the Omnivore preaches. “Perhaps you will change your mind after we reach the dining hall. Come now.” she says with a wave of her hand.

As she and her hunters proceed onto the trail, you and Gelaire hang back to discuss the situation privately.

“What do you think about all of this?” you ask.

“I cannot tell if she is lying or not, but her reaction to your claims are certainly not what I expected. I sense agitation, impatience, and a bit of anxiety. She’s worried about something.” Gelaire reveals.

“You could tell all of that from her body language?” you question her.

“That, and the subtle bioelectric signals that her brain is giving off.” she explains. “For now, we will have to play along and see how this situation develops.”

You nod silently in response and pick up your pace in order to catch up with the others.

(Cont.)

---------

Upon entering the capital of Khoresh, you’re met by what appears to be hand carved log houses and massive halls that seem to be somewhat inspired by Scandinavian architecture. The city is buzzing with activity and alight with excitement. You spot fisherman, hunters and merchants freely interacting with one another in a surprisingly civilized manner. Despite the great variety of races mixed in amongst them, there doesn’t appear to be any surface level prejudice or injustice. If anything, they might have made preparations beforehand so that you wouldn’t see the ugly side of this town.

Eventually, you reach a massive structure overlooking the entire city from atop a steep hill. As the towering wooden doors swing open before you, the Omnivore welcomes you inside with a small bow. “Welcome to the Grand Dining Hall. There aren’t many that get to enjoy the privilege of dining with me.” she proudly declares.

Filling the room is an extremely long table with many wooden chairs lined up alongside it. But at the very end, is a grand, hand carved couch made of ivory wood and almost as wide as the table itself. It would seem that the furniture was crafted in order to allow the Omnivore to spread her tentacles out and relax.

As the hall fills up and the candles are lit, you and Gelaire are shown to your seats, which happen to be right next to the Omnivore’s throne. Shortly afterwards, the meal is brought out and presented to each and everyone at the table by the servers. Of course, The Omnivore is served first, then you, then Gelaire. Now that you’re getting a good look at your plate, you see that the main dish today is a bloated, dark blue slug covered in a fine glaze and stuffed with a yellow mush. Boy, does this thing look appetizing. But there’s only one problem…

“What’s wrong? Aren’t you hungry?” the Omnivore asks. Looking at her now, you see that she’s increased her size in order to fit into her chair. Or perhaps she had made herself smaller in order to speak with you on equal footing. “Why don’t you remove that silly helmet and enjoy yourself?” she proposes.

Not eating would probably be considered rude, but you wonder if she’d mind if you ate with your mask on. It’d be very uncomfortable, but you’d be able to preserve your secret identity. What will you do?

>”I’m not hungry.”
>”I’m on a diet. It’s an Earth thing.”
>”Can I get this in a doggy bag, instead?”
>Transform into an alien and eat your meal. (Which one?)
>Expose your mouth and eat with your mask on.
>Remove your mask entirely. It’s not like these guys could tell humans apart anyway.
>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

>>4490279
>Transform into an alien and eat your meal. (Thriller Whale)
>"I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to keep my identity under wraps."

>>4490279
>Transform into an alien and eat your meal. (Which one?)
Splash damage or Knuckle duster

>>4490338
+1

I'm >>4490385
But on my PC, I personally think Thriller Whale is a bad idea, since people wouldn't respect herbivores/microbe feeders I think. Although we should probably check with Gal if Thriller Whale can eat this.

>>4490338
I'll support this if thriller whale can eat the food
If not there is brainstorm if you want a smart guy at the table, it think he may be able to eat the food
How about Ripcord, spincycle, & dropkick as suggestion
Personally i would like to transform into Ripcord
Transforming is one way to remove the mask she didnt say how specifically

Hmm i wonder if zipmunk can asorb the plasma bolts from their weapon
I feel like he may also be a good choice & since in the pics from Imgur makes it that he seems to be like a cat he'll be able to eat the food maybe

>>4490279
>Remove your mask entirely. It’s not like these guys could tell humans apart anyway.
Let's just remove the mask...

>>4490279
>Remove your mask entirely. It’s not like these guys could tell humans apart anyway.

>>4490338
>>4490385
>>4490856
>>4490933
Once again, we're tied two for two. Pleasantly surprised to see this many players at once.

If nothing changes before I wake up, then I'll consider rolling for the result.

Just morph your mask into a mouth so you can stay covered and still eat

Cool robo jaw time

Rolled 3 (1d3)

Alright it's been a hot minute, so I'm gonna roll for the result.

1 for Thriller Whale, 2 for Splash Damage/Knuckle Duster, and 3 for removing the mask.

On second thought...I probably should've counted this player as well.

>>4490740
He technically did say that he supported the Thriller Whale option.

For the sake of fairness, we'll go with the first option. Apologies for the delay.

Writing...

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While you would love to remove this stuffy helmet and chow down on...whatever this is, you’ve got a secret identity to uphold. And fortunately for you, your alien transformations aren’t restricted by such binding rules.

With a mere thought, you quickly change into the form of Thriller Whale, shrinking to about half your height in a flash of violet light, your chin barely peeking over the table now. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to keep my identity under wraps.” you say in this alien’s usual verbose tone. And while you struggle to grasp the fork with your awkward little flippers, you eventually get the hang of it as you stab at the bloated slug in frustration and shovel it into your wide, gaping maw. It’s much more chewy than you’d anticipated, and it has a bit of a bitter aftertaste. But as soon as you swallow it, you can feel your stomach churning. Something in this dish isn’t agreeing with this alien’s stomach. You don’t think it was the slug itself, or the glaze. Must have been the stuffing.

“Is everything alright?” the Omnivore inquires with genuine intrigue. “Is the dish not to your liking?” she asks with a stern glare towards her servants, who shrink under her scrutinizing gaze.

“Perhaps the Bolugian’s poor, delicate stomach couldn’t handle it, my lady.” says a familiar looking Gourmand carrying a tray full of colorful drinks. That sly jab from the little green butler causes the dining hall to erupt into uproarious laughter. It seems like the other guests are making a joke at your expense. You’d be totally embarrassed if it didn’t feel like you were about to throw up.

“Could it be poison?” Gelaire whispers.

You can’t exactly eliminate the possibility, but from the looks of it Gelaire seems to be just fine. And if the Omnivore wanted you dead, she wouldn’t resort to something cowardly like poison.

For a moment, you consider swapping to another alien with a sturdier constitution. Someone like Knuckle Duster or Splash Damage. But then, you consider what that might mean if you do. Everyone here already sees herbivores as weak and inferior. Transforming into a carnivore would only prove them right.

While it’s true that you won’t get the same respect that you would’ve for transforming into something with big teeth and even bigger muscles, you respect each and every one of your alien forms equally. So instead of swallowing your pride, you’ll be swallowing what’s left on your plate.

(Cont.)

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Over the course of an unpleasant and excruciating four minutes, you somehow manage to shovel down the rest of your meal and resist the urge to regurgitate it. Some of the surrounding predators cheer you on, while some jeer at you with cruel expressions. Gelaire appears to be worried for your wellbeing, but the expression that surprises you the most is that of the Omnivore. Without a word, or a hint of a smile or frown, the Omnivore stares down at you with an unwavering intensity. This gaze is not predatory in nature, but one of a creature lost in thought, observing something entirely foreign or previously unbeknownst to them. It is a look of intrigue and disbelief.

As her head rests on her left hand, you gaze back at the Omnivore in confusion, seeing your reflection within her dark irises. Currently, just one of her eyes is easily larger than your entire body. Once the other guests notice her intense study of your form, the laughter begins to die down. You’re not sure how to read this expression of hers.

What will you say?

>”It was...delicious. My compliments to the chef…”
>”What? Is there something on my face?”
>”I’ll be skipping dessert, thank you.”
>”Please tell me that that wasn’t just the appetizer...”
>”As much as I’d hate to disappoint you, I’m not on tonight’s menu.”
>Wait for Gelaire to speak up. She’s better at these things.
>Write-in.

In order to make up for the lack of progress recently, I will be running sessions on Thursday and Friday!

>>4492798
>”It was...delicious. My compliments to the chef…”
Maybe we can send some vibrations throughout our body to soothe our stomach? Not sure if it's possible.

>>4492798
>”It was...delicious. My compliments to the chef…”

>>4492798
>”It was...delicious. My compliments to the chef…”
>”What? Is there something on my face?”
Yeah, next time when it comes to something like food lets put more thought into a alien we select

>>4493190
+1

>>4492996
>>4493144
>>4493190
>>4493569
Writing...

The session will begin sometime later in the afternoon.

“It was...delicious. My compliments to the chef…” you mutter between a series of discreet belches. But for some reason, the Omnivore is still staring at you intently.

“What? Is there something on my face?” you ask frantically.

“You...ate all of it. Why?” she inquires with a confounded expression.

“Well...it would have been rude not to.” you admit. “And the indigestion aside, the meal was quite flavorful.” you add.

“Despite the fact that your current form couldn’t possibly stomach it, you suffered through the ordeal anyway. Don’t you know that Bolugians tend to filter feed?” the Omnivore questions you.

Well, you do now.

“What point is there to eating if you aren’t enjoying it?” she asks.

“Well, there’s survival, for one.” Gelaire interjects. But the Omnivore doesn’t so much as glance in her direction. It would seem that she’s seeking an answer from you and you alone.

“While saying that it was ‘mildly unpleasant’ would be putting it lightly, I do believe that it was worth suffering through.” you state. “It was a learning experience in and of itself, and to be entirely honest, I wanted to see if I was capable of finishing all of it on my own.” you add with a shrug.

For a moment, her eyes widen and she falls silent. And suddenly, a thundering cackle escapes her lips, causing the very walls of the dining hall to tremble. Every now and again, her fist will lightly smack against the table, sending your plates flying in the process. The only thing her subordinates can do is awkwardly laugh alongside her with strained, fearful expressions.

“It would seem that I underestimated you, Terran.” the Omnivore says as she wipes a tear from her eye. “You’re surprisingly prideful and egotistical. Perhaps these negotiations won’t be as painfully boring as I thought they’d be.” she says with a wide grin.

>”You’ll find that I’m full of surprises.”
>”Hey, you told me to walk a mile in your shoes. That means I’ve got to eat what you eat.”
>”I know, right? The fate of the galaxy resting on the turnout of these peace talks? Total snooze-fest.”
>”Now that I’ve had a little taste of your home cooking, you’re gonna have a taste of mine.”
>”I guess you underestimated the Bolugians as well.”
>Write-in.

>>4494085
>”Hey, you told me to walk a mile in your shoes. That means I’ve got to eat what you eat.”

>>4494085
>”Hey, you told me to walk a mile in your shoes. That means I’ve got to eat what you eat.”
>Maybe when the negotiations are over, i could treat you to some of my world delicacies if you would like?

Hmm a chance to friend the scary omnivore ??

>>4494085
>>”Hey, you told me to walk a mile in your shoes. That means I’ve got to eat what you eat.”
>”You’ll find that I’m full of surprises.”

>>4494387
>>4494660
>>4494825
Writing...

“Hey, you told me to walk a mile in your shoes. That means I’ve got to eat what you eat.” you state while humming a soothing tune to calm your mind and regulate your digestion. Soon after, you end your transformation early.

“Oh, please. Stay a while after the negotiations conclude, and I’ll show you a real feast.” she declares with a wink.

“Then without further ado, let the negotiations commence.” Gelaire announces.

“Very well. Let’s get this over with.” the Omnivore agrees. As Arthur makes his rounds and cleans the table, another wave of servants floods into the dining hall and passes out refreshments and refills.

“Shall we move to another location for this?” Gelaire suggests.

“No, I think not. The dining hall is sufficient.” the Omnivore states as she takes a sip of her drink.

“As you wish…” Gelaire sighs, while reaching into her pocket and brandishing a small, orb-shaped device. “I invoke the right to record this assembly, should anything...unfavorable happen to me or my companion. In the event of my death or prolonged absence from the Galactic Council, the footage on this device will be automatically uploaded to a secure server, and can thus be used as evidence against anyone present.” she declares, as the device flies from her hand and begins circling the table intently. It appears to be recording everything through the red lens at the center.

“Ooh! Someone’s jumpy.” the Omnivore teases, causing her entourage to chuckle in amusement.

“...D’vara, High Omnivore of the Gourmet Empire. Predominant ruler, Apex Predator and the pinnacle of this sector’s food chain. Do you agree to these terms?” Gelaire continues.

“I do.” the Omnivore agrees. “And do go on, darling. All this flowery language is enough to make a girl blush.” D’vara says, raising her massive goblet to the air and swishing her drink around in one hand.

“Then I shall grant you the honor of making the first offer.” Gelaire proclaims with her hands folded.

“How kind of you.” D’vara says with a small grin, before loudly clearing her throat. “As the High Omnivore, I would like to propose a truce between the Galactic Council and the Gourmet Empire. In return for expanded trade routes and territory within the Core Systems, my people would offer weapons, rare minerals and a generous abundance of food.” the Omnivore requests.

What will you say?

>”I get the trade routes, but why do you need more territory in the Core Systems? Can’t you expand outward into the Outer Rim instead?”
>”What type of weapons are we talking, here?”
>”And how exactly did you procure these rare minerals?”
>”That seems reasonable. What do you think, Gelaire?”
>”I appreciate the offer, but I have a few suggestions of my own.”(Write-in.)
>Let Gelaire take the lead on this one.
>Write-in.

>>4494896
>>”I get the trade routes, but why do you need more territory in the Core Systems? Can’t you expand outward into the Outer Rim instead? I'm not saying no but I'm curious why.”
>Let Gelaire take the lead on this one.

>>4494896
>>4495072
+1

>>4495072
+1

>>4495072
+1

>>4495072
>>4495489
>>4495608
>>4495657
Just getting up. Gonna start writing in a few.

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“I get the trade routes, but why do you need more territory in the Core Systems? Can’t you just expand into the Outer Rim instead? I’m not saying no, but I’m curious as to why.” you inquire.

“Is it so wrong for me to want to improve my relations with the rest of the galaxy? Despite my reputation, I’m not a monster.” D’vara says with a seemingly heartfelt pretense. You and Gelaire simply glance to one another in silence, finding it unnecessary to comment on her statement. “Alright, fine.” the Omnivore says while rolling her eyes. “I have plans to move my operations. This planet is nothing but a middling hovel compared to the unclaimed land in the Core Systems.” she states.

“Unclaimed land? What are you talking about?” Gelaire asks.

“My lady speaks of the Gourmand Motherland. Our place of origin, Peptos I.” Arthur says while refilling your cup.

“But that’s impossible. Peptos I was consumed and destroyed by your people. That’s why you’re on your seventh planet ‘homeworld’ right now.” Gelaire states.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” D’vara giggles. And without warning, a holographic display is erected before you and Gelaire. “Peptos I was not destroyed, but it was consumed and regurgitated as a meteor storm of burning plasma.” she explains.

“Yes yes. We all know of the Calamity of Versaros.” Gelaire comments.

“Well, what if I told you that the majority of those meteors collided with a barren rock at the edge of the Core System?” the Omnivore teases. “Those projectiles carried a small genetic trace of the original planet’s fauna and flora. And over the years, it’s been flourishing into a bountiful paradise.” she says with renewed enthusiasm.

“And...the collision sent it hurtling-” Gelaire begins speaking.

“Yes. Hurtling deep into the Core Systems, where it remains at a surprisingly close proximity to Plumber Headquarters.” she reveals, while interrupting Gelaire..

“This is absurd!” Gelaire shouts. This is the first time that you’ve heard her raising her voice.

“I don’t see the problem. The Gourmand aristocrats have granted me ownership over Peptos I, which allows me to recolonize, and therefore, inhabit the uncharted planet.” D’vara states.

She wants to move next door to Plumber HQ. Which...is also within decently close proximity to Earth. This isn’t going the way you or Gelaire thought it would.

What will you say?

>”I don’t think I like the idea of you being my next door neighbor.”
>”What’s your angle? Why would you want to be that deep in a heavily policed sector?”
>”How did no one notice this?!”
>”You don’t really think we’d let you get away with that, do you?”
>”What’s so special about Peptos I?”
>Write-in.

>>4496108
>”What’s so special about Peptos I?”
>"This is gonna sound weird, but what if we were able to move Peptos I?"

>>4496108
>”What’s so special about Peptos I?”
>How is that The barren rock is consider Peptos l now? The majority of meteors only crashed there are you saying because of that you are now able to just move onto that barren rock?
>What do you plan to do exactly once & if you do inhabit Peptos l
>How do you know that Peptos l meteors collided with a barren rock at the edge of the Core System?
like does she plan to thrive there is there any other plan/operations

>>4497600
Or*
Like wtf just because Peptos meteors crashed into a barren rock they can moved there ? Is that allowed? If so weird

There must be proper procedures for such a case

>>4496236
+1

>>4496236
+1

>>4496236
>>4497671
>>4498075
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“What’s so special about Peptos I?” you ask with a dumbfounded expression.

“Peptos I, the original Gourmand homeworld, was well known for its medicinal herbs. Their ancestors often used it to calm their upset stomachs once they had consumed an entire planet.” Gelaire casually states. “The archives describe it as some sort of ‘miracle drug’ that could effectively bolster the immune system, digestive system and natural healing factor of almost any alien species!” she exclaims.

“You’re very well informed, Ms. Gelaire.” the Omnivore says in a smug tone. “And due to the gastric juices building up over the course of several centuries, the soil on Peptos I has retained optimal acidity in order for this miracle drug to grow and flourish.” D’vara excitedly proclaims.

“So there’s a miracle drug that can cure ailments and heal wounds, but you’re the only one that has access to it?” you inquire, just to be sure.

“Precisely.” the Omnivore responds with a wide grin.

Well, this has taken an unexpected turn.

“Okay, so this is gonna sound weird...but what if we were able to move the planet?” you propose. All of a sudden, everyone gives you a confused look, and only then do you come to realize just how insane your suggestion really was.

“We do not have the means to move an entire planet without destabilizing its core or endangering its native wildlife.” Gelaire explains.

“Well what if we just teleported it somewhere else? I happen to know an Anodite that might want to lend us a hand.” you suggest. And out of the corner of your eye, you see D’vara’s smile curve into a frown at the mention of Verdona.

“Then are you terribly certain that you can perfectly calculate the perfect distance between Peptos I and a source of light and warmth? One tiny mistake can either lead to the planet freezing over or spontaneously combusting.” the Omnivore states. “Will your hubris truly allow you to risk the life of every sentient creature on that planet?” she asks with a piercing, scrutinizing gaze.

“I’m afraid that she’s right, X. We simply cannot risk losing the resources on that planet. And if we were to disturb it, then we would undoubtedly incur the wrath of the Gourmet Empire.” Gelaire whispers to you.

You begin to wonder how the Coyote’s people managed to pull it off effortlessly.

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>”I’m guessing that you want to be paid for this miracle drug, as well?”
>”Can’t we just replant the herbs somewhere else? You don’t really need to grow them on Peptos I.”
>”What if we shared ownership of the planet? That way both sides benefit from the drug’s production.”
>”Can’t the Plumber technically just move their headquarters instead? It is a mobile space station.”
>”While it shares some components from the original Peptos I, it isn’t the same planet. There’s no reasonable excuse for the Gourmands to lay claim to it.”
>Call for an intermission so that you may discuss things with Gelaire.
>Write-in.

>>4498178
>Call for an intermission so that you may discuss things with Gelaire.

>>4498181
>Call for an intermission so that you may discuss things with Gelaire.

>>4498511
>>4498987
Writing...

This current situation is going far beyond what either you or Gelaire could have possibly expected. It’d probably be best to call an intermission in order to get your thoughts together. And from the look in Gelaire’s eyes, you can guess that she feels the same way.

“We would like to call for an intermission, if you wouldn’t mind.” Gelaire requests.

“No please, take your time.” D’vara says, while taking a sip of her drink. “So long as you return within the hour, that is.” she adds with a wave of her hand.

“Thank you.” Gelaire says with a polite bow, as the two of you rise out of your seats. And almost immediately, you’re ambushed by two burly pig-men who have been ordered to escort you out. You guess it would be too much to ask for them to let you roam freely.

-------

Shortly afterward, you’re led to a rather luxurious lounge within the Dining Hall. It’s filled with all sorts of commodities and refreshments that appear to be freshly prepared. The architecture is somewhat reminiscent of a room that you’d see in a Victorian mansion, which definitely clashes with the layout of the dining hall itself.

As soon as the pig-men close the doors behind you, the two of you wait a moment to see whether they plan on listening in on your conversation. And judging by the lack of footsteps, it would appear that they don’t plan on moving away from the door.

“What do we do now?” you ask the diplomat in a hushed tone.

“I’d mentally prepared for countless scenarios involving the Gourmet Guild, but I was not at all prepared for this possibility. This is less of a negotiation, and more of a witness to a declaration of war.” she states. “If we attempt to stop them from harvesting the herbs, then we would be in direct opposition to the Gourmet Guild.”

“And since we have no idea on how to beat her, a battle like that would incur heavy losses from both sides.” you conclude. “We need a legal loophole that prevents her from seizing a virgin planet. Do you have any ideas?” you inquire.

“I’ve memorized the extensive archives on Galactic Law, so I just need a moment to rummage through my memories.” Gelaire declares.

“Cool. Then I’ll-” you begin saying, before Trixy cuts you off.

“Wade, I’m receiving a distress signal from a nearby techno-organic lifeform. A Galvanic Mechamorph to be precise.” she announces.

“What’s wrong? Is it being hunted or eaten, or something?” you ask.

“According to its message, the creature is being held in captivity. However, I’m afraid that we are both very familiar with the lifeform in question.” Trixy says with a heavy sigh. “Allow me to replay the signal.”

At first, you only hear static, but the next few words come out clear as day. “SHIP SHIP SHIIIIIIIP!” the lifeform shouts in an electronic echo.

(Cont.)

Wait...is that Ship?! What’s he doing here? Why’s he on Khoresh?

“What’s wrong?” Gelaire asks.

What will you do?

>Trace the signal and investigate further.
>Send a drone to trace the signal while you and Gelaire return to the meeting.
>Call Julie in order to get more information from her.
>Report this discovery to the Plumbers.
>Ask Gelaire to keep the Omnivore busy while you investigate.
>Question the Omnivore about this disturbing revelation.
>Write-in.

>>4499372
>>Send a drone to trace the signal while you and Gelaire return to the meeting.
>>Call Julie in order to get more information from her.
>>Report this discovery to the Plumbers.
>Question the Omnivore about this disturbing revelation if we're greenlit

>>4499544
+1

>>4499544
>>4499970
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“My A.I. picked up a distress signal from a Galvanic Mechamorph that I know. But I have no idea why it would be anywhere near this planet.” you say with a confounded expression.

“A Galvanic Mechamorph? Whatever for?” Gelaire inquires

“I don’t know. Maybe they’re trying to eat it? We won’t know for sure unless we look into it some more.” you declare. You might as well give Julie a call while you’re at it. She should know that her dog is missing.

“Calling Julie.” Trixy announces as she dials her number. But for some reason, it goes straight to voicemail. You’ve got a bad feeling about all of this.

“What do you propose we do?” Gelaire asks.

“I’ll send a drone to investigate, and we should probably report this to the Plumbers while we’re at it.” you suggest, as you remove one of your larger armor plates and reshape it into a beetle.

“Considering their average response time, it will take the Plumbers quite some time to reach our location.” Gelaire carefully considers.

“That’s why we’re gonna go back out there and stall for time until we can learn more about the situation.” you propose.

“I suppose we can drag out the negotiations by bringing up the matter of a legal dispute. If there’s one thing I learned in law school, it’s how to waste someone else’s time.” Gelaire proudly declares.

So you’ve got a plan. Well, half of one at least.

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

After the intermission concludes, you and Gelaire are escorted back to your seats where the Omnivore has just finished her fourth entree.

“I do hope your intermission provided fruitful insights. Are you ready to strike a deal?” she asks with her hands politely folded across one another.

“Not quite. According to the Book of Galactic Law, page. 763; Chapter 200; Subsection F…” Gelaire states as she trails off into a tangent of barely comprehensible exposition. Seeing as the Omnivore is rolling her eyes and impatiently tapping the table with her claws, you take this opportunity to check on your drone’s progress. And upon accessing the camera feed, your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you see the familiar face on your screen.

Is that Julie?! She’s here too?!

Without hesitation, you hijack Gelaire camera and stream your camera feed through its holographic display. Suddenly, the image of Julie’s terrified face is blown up for everyone to see.

“What the hell is this!?” you question the Omnivore.

She takes a moment to squint at the holographic display while leaning forward in her chair. “...A Terran, I think…” she ignorantly states.

“No duh. I’m asking what she’s doing in a jail cell on your planet.” you grill her.

“What are you talking about? I haven’t detained any other Terrans. These slanderous accusations are unfounded.” she claims.

(Cont.)

“No, they aren’t. I’m showing you actual physical proof!” you shout while slamming your fist onto the table.

“Do you truly think that I would personally invite you to this planet if I was hoping to hide something like this from you? That would be an utterly foolish move on my part.” she angrily insists.

What will you say?

>”Then you wouldn’t mind if we paid your prisoner a visit, then?”
>”Are you willing to maintain that flimsy story in a court of law?”
>”There’s now way that you didn’t know about this. Aren’t you supposed to be in charge here?”
>”You needed leverage over me, so you kidnapped this poor girl in an attempt to take advantage of my conscience.”
>”...You’ve got a point there.”
>Write-in.

>>4500303
>>”Then you wouldn’t mind if we paid your prisoner a visit, then?”
>"Even if you didn't, a member of your court could have done it, with or without your permission. With the possibility of it being leverage, incase negotiations went south for the gourmands. What's your statement on the knowledge of this."

>>4500368
+1
Oh oh dramaaa!

>>4500368
this

>>4500368
>>4500402
>>4500647
Writing...

“Then you wouldn’t mind if we paid your prisoner a visit, then?” you ask with a crooked eyebrow.

“If it would put your ridiculous fantasies to rest, then so be it. I shall accompany you to...wherever you sent your spy drone, I suppose.” D’vara agrees, while wiping her mouth with a fine cloth.

But before she gets the chance to rise from her seat, a disturbing thought creeps into your head. “Wait.” you state.

“What is it now?” the Omnivore groans.

“Even if you didn’t have a hand in this, then there’s a chance that a member of your court did, with or without your permission.” you propose. Everyone in the dining hall is frozen in place, eagerly awaiting the conclusion that you arrive at. “Maybe it wasn’t meant to be leverage for you, but for the Gourmand aristocracy if this deal went south.” you conclude. “What’s your take on this?” you inquire.

For about a minute, the dining hall is deathly silent. But as the Omnivore mulls over your theory, you notice her other guests shifting in their seats and giving strange looks to one another.

And all of a sudden, every member of the Hunter’s Guild jumps out of their seats, brandishing advanced rifles and pointing them at...the Omnivore?

“What is the meaning of-!” the Omnivore shouts, before she’s slammed by a barrage of concentrated sound waves. The force is enough to push her into a wall, causing it to crumble in the process. But the most surprising thing is the fact that the weapon actually seemed to hurt her!

“Of course!” Gelaire exclaims. “The Omnivore cannot absorb intangible concepts such as sound, light and wind!” she deduces.

But before you get a chance to respond, your rear view camera alerts you to a hunter that’s aiming right for you!

“Maybe now’s not the time for scientific discussion!” you shout, as you tackle Gelaire out of the way of a devastating sound blast. A sizable chunk of rock breaks off of a nearby wall and rolls off of your back while you shield your ally from incoming fire.

What will you do?

>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)
>Use one of your Viral Forms.(Which one?)
>Create a combo with your aliens.(Write-in.)
>Channel man through your Root Chakra and disable the hunter’s weapons with your sword.
>Send your armor plates over to the Omnivore in order to shield her from the barrage of sonic waves.
>Take out the firing squad by enhancing your physical attacks with fire magic.
>Utilize the Wood Stance to slice all of their weapons at once.
>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

>>4500689
>>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)
Shell head. He might be good in this situation. Although I'm willing to change for a good enough reasoning

>>4500689
Goddamn, I'm really liking the Omnivore. Though i find it a bit off-putting how aggressively we act towards her when she at least tries to put past behind us.

>Thriller Whale
I think his sonar would give us resistance to sonic attacks, and a chance to neutralize their sonic waves with out own. Or it can backfire miserably due to being more sensitive towards sonic shit. It's a 70/30, but I'd give it a shot.

>>4500689
>Shellhead

>>4500689
>Transform: Echo echo
Sound vs sound & might help neutralize the sound if omni is being pinned by them

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“Please give me something good…” you pray as you slide open the Omnitrix’s faceplate and blindly choose an alien at random. And in a burst of violet light, you’re transformed into...Shellhead?

“Well, this will have to do!” you shout. In hindsight, you probably could’ve just done this hands free, but you’re used to slamming your hand down onto the Omnitrix’s core in a pinch. It’s almost like a learned reflex at this point.

What will you do?

>Launch a volley of missiles from your shell.
>Pop out your miniguns and plasma cannons and show these maggots the definition of “Superior Firepower”!
>Take their sonic weapons and assimilate them into your arsenal.
>Toss yourself into the middle of the group and detonate the outer layer of your shell.
>Tuck your appendages into your shell and perform the death blossom maneuver.
>Write-in.

>>4501442
>>Take their sonic weapons and assimilate them into your arsenal.
>Pop out your miniguns and plasma cannons and show these maggots the definition of “Superior Firepower”!
>Launch a volley of missiles from your shell.

>>4501442
>Take their sonic weapons and assimilate them into your arsenal.

>>4501442
>Take their sonic weapons and assimilate them into your arsenal.

>>4501445
>>4501664
>>4502119
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>4502224

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>4502224

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>4502224

>>4502241
>>4502346
>>4502717
Writing...

>>4500908
I'm glad that you like her. And the reason that Wade is being overly hostile is mostly due to the fact that he believed she put his friend in danger.

He currently has no real reason to trust her, and is exercising a healthy amount of distance and caution with someone who could kill him with a mere touch.

>62

You aren’t sure why, but you feel as if you should be able to make use of their sonic weaponry. Now that you take a closer look at it, the way the barrel opens up into four segmented plates reminds you of Loboan physiology. Maybe they were built with that design in mind.

So as two alien hunters approach you at an unreasonably close range, you take this opportunity to yank their weapons out with tentacle lashes made from nanites that you had stored within your shell. And upon stealing the cannons, you reel them back in and place them on top of your artificial shell. Almost instantaneously, the sonic cannons are broken down into individual parts and absorbed into your nanite storage unit. A few moments later, however, you pop them back out as two massive, stationary cannons, new and improved.

Upon seeing this, the two hunters attempt to flee, only to be blasted away by a powerful concussive burst from your newly acquired sonic cannons.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” you cheer, as you unleash hell upon any other hunter that’s unlucky enough to cross your field of vision. With your well deserved upgrades, the range, radius and destructive power have been greatly increased, allowing you to give them a taste of their own medicine. The way these things howl and whine when they fire makes your ears ring, but it's worth it to see those maggots writhe when you blow them to smithereens!

“Get some!” you excitedly shout. However, you get so caught up in your bloodthirsty rampage that you fail to notice one of the hunters flanking you from behind. And before you get a chance to turn around, a burst of concussive energy throws you onto a back and sends you sliding into a wall. “Blast!” you grunt in frustration as you struggle to get back on your feet.

Glancing over to Gelaire, you notice that she is having trouble defending herself from this many enemies at once. Her bulbous, pulsating brain is currently exposed and working to generate an electric energy field in order to protect herself. But you don’t think it’ll hold out very long at this rate.

You rack your brain and push it to the limit in order to think of a way to get out of this, but a sudden rumbling sensation breaks your focus.

Just then, a series of giant tentacles erupt from the earth, tearing through it in a mad frenzy and tossing the surrounding hunters through the air. In return, the hunters attempt to fire at the tentacles, only to be grabbed, crushed, pummeled and disintegrated one by one. It’s a grizzly site, but you can’t seem to pull your eyes away either.

Once the dust settles, the Omnivore emerges from the smoke, trampling over the crippled bodies and half-eaten corpses that she’d created amidst her rampage.

(Cont.)

“How bothersome.” she growls, with blood red eyes and enlarged fangs. And once her pupils dart over to you, a cold shiver runs down your collapsed spine and you find yourself frozen in fear, like a deer in headlights.

What do you say?

>”Hey don’t look at me. I’m just as surprised as you are.”
>”Easy! We’re on the same side!”
>”You doing alright? Those sonic cannons looked like they really hurt.”
>”I thought everyone here was a loyal ally.”
>”Thanks for the save, but do you think you can give me a hand here?”
>”Okay, maybe I should have kept that theory to myself for a little while.”
>Write-in.

>>4502825
>”Easy! We’re on the same side soldier! Turn your attention to the maggots that made you hurt!”

Tried to put a more Shellhead spin on it, as well as a bit of extra stuff at the end.

>>4502949
Great write in mate.

>>4503052
Oh, and so we're clear, i forgot to add a +1.

>>4502825
>>”Easy! We’re on the same side soldier! Turn your attention to the maggots that made you hurt!”

>>4502949
>>4503052
>>4503059
That is a great write in!

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“Easy! We’re on the same side, soldier! Turn your attention to the maggots that made you hurt!” you shout, while tossing and turning in an effort to get back on your feet.

For a moment, you feel like she can’t hear a word that you’re saying. And considering that you’re literally on your back and defenseless, her predatory instincts probably aren’t making it easy for her to see reason. But just then, the sound of clattering silverware draws her attention, revealing a fleeing bipedal, hyena alien.

You hear a deep growl from the Omnivore, and in an instant, she sends her tendrils hurtling towards the hyena alien, snagging his leg and dragging him back towards her in a single fluid movement. The henchman digs his claws deep into the ground in an effort to avoid his cruel fate, but he simply does not possess the strength to resist his foe. And once he’s close enough, D’vara raises him up to eye level, holding him by his leg as she snarls at him like a feral beast.

Sometime during all of this, you realize that your nanites are capable of creating artificial legs, allowing you to pop them out of your shell and use them to regain your balance as you flip yourself back over.

“Leaving so soon? We haven’t even had dessert yet.” the Omnivore whispers, while revealing several hundred rows of razor sharp teeth from her now dislocated, gaping maw. You had no idea that she could shapeshift too. It’s utterly terrifying!

“Eating him would be a waste. We should make him give us information.” Gelaire interjects. Upon hearing that, D’vara freezes in place and closes her mouth. You see her fangs retracting into her mouth, and her eyes return to a somewhat normal color.

“...You think I don’t know that?” she says in a stuck-up tone. You and Gelaire simply glance at one another, knowing full well what she had planned to do before your partner spoke up. “On whose orders are you acting?” she asks.

However, the hyena alien only laughs in response.

“I’m sorry, do you think this is funny?” she inquires, as the corners of her eyes turn red in frustration.

“He’s a Sycarra. They laugh when they’re nervous. It’s very common amongst their people.” Gelaire explains. Now that you’re getting a chance to look at him, it does seem like he’s breaking out into a cold sweat. “They’re nearly inconsolable in this state.” she adds.

“Hm. And here I thought that he liked my jokes.” D’vara pouts. “Very well, then. Back to our first option.” she declares, while reopening her outstretched, gaping maw, filled with razor sharp teeth.

“Cease fire!” you exclaim. And as you do, one of the Omnivore’s tentacles slithers over to you, where it exposes a small mouth-like orifice.

“What now? This worm is no good to us if he cannot speak.” the Omnivore says through her tentacle.

(Cont.)

“Maybe so. But I might be able to extract the information from him in other ways.” Gelaire declares.

“Oh, do you mean torture?” D’vara excitedly inquires.

“Nothing that barbaric, I’m afraid.” Gelaire says with a dry chuckle and wave of her hand. “I should be able to read his surface level thoughts by intercepting the bioelectrical signals that his brain is sending.” she proclaims, while generating a spark of electricity between her fingers.

For a moment, the Omnivore squints at Gelaire, seemingly annoyed by her reasonable alternative, before retracting her jaw and sighing heavily. “Fine. Do with him what you will.” she resigns.

“I would first require that you release him from your grasp. Otherwise, I would be hurting you in the process.” Gelaire warily explains. To which, the Omnivore just laughs in response.

“Darling, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried. Whatever you dish out, will be absorbed by yours truly.” she passively states. You would’ve thought that her confidence would be shattered from that sonic barrage that she took, but it seems like she’s still got a painfully strong ego.

“As you wish…” Gelaire shrugs as she kneels down and presses her fingertip to the hyena’s forehead. “Now, hold still. This won’t hurt...much.” she says in a hushed tone as a weak jolt of electricity passes through his head.

Considering that the Omnivore is willing to work with you, it’s probably safe for you to end your transformation early.

In a flash of golden light, you return to your human form, drawing the Omnivore’s attention in the process.

“It would appear that I’ve shown you something rather unsightly. I do hope this hasn’t changed your opinion of me.” she says in a refined tone, with her hands held low and clenched together. Her lips curl into a smile, but you notice that it doesn't reach her eyes.

>”We both said and did some things that we shouldn’t have. For now, let’s put it behind us.”
>”To be completely honest, it was sort of fascinating. It shows me how little I know about your species.”
>”Why don’t we drop the pleasantries and the mind games? Now that the camera’s off, tell me how you really feel.”
>”You lost yourself for a minute there. Does that happen often?”
>”It honestly can’t get much lower.”
>Write-in.

>>4503221
>”You lost yourself for a minute there. Does that happen often?”

>>4503221

>It seems your predatory instincts can definitely take control in moments of extreme stress. It was...quite the display. A bit gruesome, but definitely rather efficient. But, after that little incident, why don't we just be frank with each other. There's something going on here that affects me, you, and potentially the entire galaxy. Whether that be those traitors trying to start a war between your Empire and the Plumbers or something else, they've dragged me and my friends into it. So let's get to the bottom of this. Then we can get back to the diplomacy that we originally came here for.

>>4503221
>”We both said and did some things that we shouldn’t have. For now, let’s put it behind us.”

>>4503221
>>It seems your predatory instincts can definitely take control in moments of extreme stress. It was...quite the display. A bit gruesome, but definitely rather efficient. But, after that little incident, why don't we just be frank with each other. There's something going on here that affects me, you, and potentially the entire galaxy. Whether that be those traitors trying to start a war between your Empire and the Plumbers or something else, they've dragged me and my friends into it. So let's get to the bottom of this. Then we can get back to the diplomacy that we originally came here for.
>”We both said and did some things that we shouldn’t have. For now, let’s put it behind us.”

>>4503625
+1

>>4503625
>>4503754
Writing...

“It seems like your predatory instincts can definitely take control during moments of extreme stress. It was...quite the display.” you admit. “A bit gruesome, but rather efficient.” you mumble to yourself. “But now that the moment’s passed, we should be frank with each other. There’s something going on here that affects you, me and potentially the entire galaxy. Whether that involves those traitors trying to start a war between your Empire and the Plumbers or something else, they’ve dragged me and my friends into this mess. So let’s get to the bottom of this. And afterwards we can get back to the diplomacy that we all came here for.” you conclude.

The absolute mouthful that you proposed seems to have caught the Omnivore off guard, as she’s dropped her fake smile and has adopted an expression of pure bemusement. “Well, I’d say that you’ve summed everything up quite nicely. Straight to point. I like that.” she says with a delighted grin and a hand resting on her hip, abandoning her regal posture altogether.

“Look, we both said and did some things that we probably shouldn’t have. For now, let’s put it all behind us.” you propose while extending a hand to her.

“Fine. I’ll play nice...for now.” she declares whilst placing two of her fingers in your hand and shaking it.

“Everyone, forgive my incidental pun, but I may have just made a ‘shocking’ discovery!” Gelaire announces.

“I’m not exactly in the forgiving mood, arbiter. Get on with it.” D’vara impatiently urges her.

“From what I’ve gathered, this foot-soldier was tasked with smuggling a fresh shipment of Amber Ogia from Revonnah.” Gelaire reveals.

“What’s Amber Ogia?” you ask.

“Only the single most sought after resource, aside from Taydenite, in the entire galaxy. With enough of them, you could power an entire army, capable of invading whole entire galaxies!” Gelaire informs you.

“Did you also find out where they’re storing it?” the Omnivore inquires.

“Yes. Although I only caught glimpses of it, the compound appears to be located underground.” Gelaire states.

“Well that doesn’t tell us much.” you groan.

“No...I might know of such a place. Among my numerous food stores, there are only few that remain outside my sensory range. If these traitors wanted to hide an unknown resource from me, they would likely hide it within the neighboring fishing hamlet.” D’vara deduces. “But this is all simply speculation.” she adds.

“What about my friends? Would they be in the same place?” you ask.

“How rude! I’ll have you know that I don’t eat ALL of my prisoners!” she scoffs. So that means that she does eat SOME of them. “My prisoners are held in a facility just outside of the city. If your drone is there, then you should already know how to get there.” she says.

(Cont.)

“Might I suggest targeting the gravity field generators first? Without disabling them, the Plumbers will never be able to make landfall in time.” Gelaire proposes.

So, what will you do?

>Go for Julie and Ship. You won’t be able to relax until they’re out of harm’s way.
>Head towards the Fishing Hamlet. If they get away with that Amber Ogia, the galaxy could be in serious danger.
>Go for the gravity field generators. So long as they’re active, no one can leave or enter this planet’s atmosphere.
>Split up! (Write-in.)
>Write-in.

>>4504470
>Go for the gravity field generators. So long as they’re active, no one can leave or enter this planet’s atmosphere.

Extra people will be a help in doing everything else.

>>4504470
>>Go for the gravity field generators. So long as they’re active, no one can leave or enter this planet’s atmosphere.

>>4504470
>Go for the gravity field generators. So long as they’re active, no one can leave or enter this planet’s atmosphere.
>Have drone watching julie & ship warn us if there is anybody near her & send a Techadon Replicator as backup just in case
Techadon Replicator is a clone of our suit for those that didnt know

>>4504470
>>Go for the gravity field generators. So long as they’re active, no one can leave or enter this planet’s atmosphere.
>>Have drone watching julie & ship warn us if there is anybody near her & send a Techadon Replicator as backup just in case

>>4504590
>>4504843
>>4505441
>>4505465
Taking these. Writing...

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“Gelaire’s right. We’re gonna need backup to deal with these guys. The gravity generators take priority in this situation.” you declare.

“Really? I thought we’d be fine with just the two of us.” the Omnivore says, as she subconsciously ignores Gelaire’s presence.

“We had our hands full with only a handful of your guys earlier. Rushing in head first might not be the best idea.” you explain.

“Have it your way.” she shrugs.

Before you head out though, you send a mental command to your drone to position himself in a corner of the room and begin the replication process. Conveniently, any piece of your armor can regenerate into a complete copy of your suit. However, you’re only able to manipulate one at a time. This way, you can keep an eye on Julie and Ship, while Trixy defends them with your cloned suit. Hopefully, this should allow you to continue the mission without having to worry about them.

“Alright, let’s move out.” you proclaim.

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Out of all of your objectives, the gravity field generator seems the furthest. However, according to Gelaire’s understanding of its functions, she thinks that she might be able to send a kill code to the other relays via the main control tower. This way, you won’t have to go around destroying all of them.

“Your security is pretty relaxed, your highness.” you say to the Omnivore, as your eyes search the grassy plains for any sign of life.

But just then, a metal plate springs up out of the ground, along with several ray shield generators that close around you in the shape of a pyramid.

“Ah. I believe your people refer to this as ‘irony’?” Gelaire asks in a sarcastic tone.

“Judging by the high concentration of energy within these deflector shields, it would be inadvisable for any organic creature to touch them directly. The Omnivore included.” Trixy reports to you.

“Oh please. I’m not an oaf.” the Omnivore scoffs, as she digs her tendrils deep underground. And a moment later, they resurface outside of the trap, coiling around a thin sliver of metal at the tip of the pyramid, and tearing the mechanism open with brute force.

“Good thinking.” you praise her.

“Hmph! It’s only natural.” she proudly declares with a wave of her hand, clearly delighted by your compliment.

“Let’s not celebrate just yet.” Gelaire warns, alerting you to the presence of countless hunters surrounding your position from multiple vantage points upon hilltops, tree branches and within nearby shrubbery. Seems like you walked into an ambush. Somehow, you’re not surprised.

But what does surprise you is the sudden deployment of four laser turrets. One by one, they pop out of the ground and rotate their barrels to face towards you.

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>Transform into an alien. (Which one?)
>Use one of your Viral Forms. (Which one?)
>Fall back into the forest in order to give yourself some cover.
>Use your suit’s shield generators to protect your allies from harm.
>Channel mana through your Throat Chakra and attempt to hack the turrets.
>Give order to your allies. (Write-in.)
>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

>>4505863
>>Use one of your Viral Forms. (Which one?)
upgrade?

>>4506549
+1
Sure

>>4505863
>>4506549
+1 We've never used Viral Upgrade. Could be interesting.

>>4506549
>>4506620
>>4506937
Writing...

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As your allies prepare to defend themselves, you’re stuck in place, wondering which alien would be best suited to dealing with this issue. And that’s when you remember your Viral Forms! It’s been a while since you’ve used them. In fact, there are four that you haven’t been able to properly test out. It’s so much harder to get any training in when you live in the middle of the city. Maybe that’ll change once you finally move into the mansion.

Among your options, Upgrade seems like he’d make an interesting Viral form. However, you suspect that you’ll most likely turn into a creature very similar to Malware.

“G͓̜̪̐͆̈͝ͅo̺̳͌ȉ͖̺̩̋̈́̉͟n͕͉̂̊̃g̯̰͊͡ ̫̊͞V̗̗͑̚į̨̺̹͑̔̍̕ȑ̫̘̤̂͘a̮̳̻͛͛l̨̥̇͂” Trixy says, almost as if she’d read your mind. But that’s probably because she did. And immediately afterwards, the Omnitrix’s core pops up with a glowing biohazard symbol spinning before you.

As you select Upgrade’s icon, you slam your hand down onto the Omnitrix’s core, enveloping yourself in a veil of violet light. And at first, the transformation feels normal, but then suddenlyUnmountable Boot Volume Error STOP: 0x000000ed

ANTIVIRUS DISABLED. SCANNING APPLICATIONS TO ISOLATE ERROR. THIRD-PARTY SOFTWARE DETECTED. ENDING TECHNO ORGANIC INTEGRATION PROCESSES. REBOOTING IN SAFE MODE. PLEASE STAND-BY…

When you finally come to, you realize that you’ve somehow gotten taller and your fingers have become slender and sharp, almost like claws. Your frame is skeletal, resembling a monstrous ghoul rather than a Galvanic Mechamorph. And the weirdest part--part--part--part? You’re yellow for some reason. And you've got textures missing, with glitchy frames and vibrant patches of color filling their spaces.

“Now this is unexpected.” you mutter to yourself. Although, your electronic speech has a few loud beeps and warning sounds mixed in, scaring even you.

But you don’t have time to check yourself out. You’ve got to do something about those turrets!

And right as you think that, a beam of golden light bursts from the circular pattern in your face, washing over all four of the turrets as you turn your head to face them. The dial-up sound that fills your ears reminds you a bit of Malware’s gun. However, it doesn’t seem to have any effect on the turrets themselves.

Just then, you notice a flash from the turret’s barrels, followed by a very, VERY slow moving plasma bolt. They’re all slow. Did you somehow manipulate the flow of time?

“What is the meaning of this?” the Omnivore asks, at normal speed. Seems like everyone else is seeing this too. So that can only mean…NO WAY!

“AHA-AAAA-HAHA!” you shout, as you burst into a fit of distorted laughter.

“What did you do?” Gelaire inquires.

“They’re lagging! In real time!” you conclude. What an interesting ability. You wonder what else this guy can do.

(Cont.)

As the remaining hunters rush in past the slow-moving blaster bolts, your attention is brought back to the situation at hand. Looks like you’ll get your chance to experiment with this alien after all.

What will you do?

>Activate SPEED-HACK.EXE and bulldoze these bozos.
>Toggle your Lag Switch and create a slowing field around you and friends.
>Toggle your Lag Switch in order to hinder your opponent’s movements.
>Clip through the ground and spread your corrupted tendrils towards your enemies.
>Enable Rapid-Fire mod and take them out with your unibeam.
>Imprison the hunters within a construct of poorly crafted textures.
>Write-in.(Keep it within the theme.)

>>4506977
>Activate SPEED-HACK.EXE and bulldoze these bozos.

https://youtu.be/9TX0j95CZow

>>4506977
>>Activate SPEED-HACK.EXE and bulldoze these bozos.
>Clip through the ground and spread your corrupted tendrils towards your enemies.

>>4506977
>Activate SPEED-HACK.EXE and bulldoze these bozos.

>>4506977
This is ridiculous. I love it.
>Initiate an accelerated backhop.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gm9lE97sIJo
>Clip through the ground and spread your corrupted tendrils towards your enemies.

>>4506977
>Activate SPEED-HACK.EXE and bulldoze these bozos.

>>4506993
>>4507518
>>4507804
Roll 1d100+10, bo3!

Rolled 52 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4507820

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>4507820
Speed hack.exe activate
Fckin nice, unexpected outcome indeed

Rolled 93 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4507820

>>4507902
>>4508001
>>4508245
Nice save! Writing...

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>103!

“Initiating SPEED_HACK.EXE.” you declare. And before your allies get a chance to question you, you’re already flying towards the hunters as a blur of pixels and mismatched textures, razing the earth beneath you without even meaning to.

With only the slightest push, you send one of the hunters flying into a tree, cracking its trunk in the process. Another approaches you from your right flank, wielding a rather sharp looking knife. But as he prepares to jab it into your neck, you reflexively block the blade with your arm and...wait. Why doesn’t this hurt?

Upon closer inspection, the pixels on your arm have become rather jagged and sharp, not unlike the knife that your opponent wields. This is so trippy...but you’re not about to start questioning it!

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot an Appoplexian winding his arm back and preparing to slap you with a plasma whip. But before he can properly snap his wrist forward, you blink behind him with minimal effort. The confused hunter quickly turns to face you, only to be immediately met by a fierce backhand that sends him flying in the opposite direction.

Finally, the majority of them get tired of fighting you one-on-one, so they attempt to rush you all at once. However, you were expecting them to attempt something stupid like that. So in an instant, you sink low to the ground, clipping through the earth and foliage effortlessly, allowing all of those buffoons to smack right into each other. You timed it perfectly!

“My bad. Guess I forgot to turn ‘collisions’ off!” you laugh mockingly.

And while they waste their time stabbing and shooting at the ground, you decide to bring the fight to them by spreading your corrupted tendrils towards them. And without warning, your badly textured tentacles erupt from the earth, grabbing up anyone that you can and slamming them back and forth onto the ground. The muffled screams barely manage to penetrate the mountain of dirt that you’re buried beneath, but it’s still enough to give you a thrill. It’s very similar to what the Omnivore did earlier, but without the merciless killing.

Once you confirm that you’ve beaten everyone to a pulp, you rise up out of the ground in order to examine your surroundings.

“Look out!” Gelaire shouts, while pointing at a concealed sniper in the treeline. You know exactly how to deal with this guy.

Without hesitation, you turn your back to him and begin hopping backwards. And by combining this technique with your speed hack, you find yourself hurtling through the air at blinding speeds.

As soon as the Loboan sniper turns to face you, his face is overtaken by an expression of pure terror. He attempts to flee, but is far too late and far too slow to avoid his punishment. And as soon as you bump into him, the hunter is sent flying out of the forest and far into the distance, screaming all the while.

(Cont.)

“GET REKT, KID! NEW HIGH SCORE!” you shout triumphantly. You can’t believe that you just pulled off an accelerated backhop in real life! This really takes you back to those days when you and Ollie used to practice speedruns together. Those were the good old days.

Eventually, you snap back to reality, only to find Gelaire and the Omnivore staring at you in complete and total amazement.

What will you say?

>”And that, my friends, is what a positive K/D looks like.”
>”Don’t worry, he’ll probably be alright.”
>“You guys might want to move out of that spot. Those blaster bolts might hit you in a couple of years.”
>”What, no applause? Where's my comms? Where's my MVP?”
>”Hey Trixy, what’d you do to give Upgrade this much of a...well, an upgrade?”
>Write-in.

>>4508342
>>”Don’t worry, he’ll probably be alright.”
>“You guys might want to move out of that spot. Those blaster bolts might hit you in a couple of years.”

>>4508342
>”Don’t worry, he’ll probably be alright.”
>“You guys might want to move out of that spot. Those blaster bolts might hit you in a couple of years.”

>>4508342
>>4508346
+1

>>4508346
>>4508358
>>4508787
Writing...

“Don’t worry, he’ll probably be alright.” you nonchalantly state. You didn’t think that you hit him that hard. “Anyways, you guys should probably move out of that spot. Those blaster bolts might hit you in another couple of years.” you say with a dry chuckle.

Clearly having forgotten about the lagging projectiles, the two of them quickly step out of the way, with the blaster bolts showing no sign of speeding up anytime soon.

“This is incredible. How is this possible?” Gelaire inquires with a glimmer of intrigue in her eyes.

“No idea, but it seems cool!” you exclaim. You don’t even know how to begin to wrap your head around the science for this Viral Form, and you don’t think you’re terribly interested in attempting to do so.

“If you two are done standing around and gawking at heated plasma, I would very much like to get this done sometime today.” the Omnivore whines, while pointing at the relay station.

“I suppose this study can wait until after we’re off this planet of bloodthirsty carnivores.” Gelaire concludes, as she runs over to the relay station. She takes a moment to familiarize herself with the controls, but it doesn’t take her long to start fiddling with the dials, switches and sliders on the control panel. “This should suffice.” she mutters to herself, while projecting a stream of electricity into the panel, which somehow seems to affect the gravity field as a whole. “The gravity field is weakened. Reinforcements are now cleared to land.” she declares.

“I’ll call them in.” you proclaim. Even now, you notice the shimmering haze over the sky growing more and more faint. This mission should go a lot smoother now.

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Shortly afterwards, you spot several shuttles and a carrier landing in an open field nearby. And upon racing over to meet them, you’re surprised to see Grandpa, Kilik and Kay’n among the Plumbers that arrived to back you up.

“I figured that you’d be wrapped up in yet another mess, brother.” Kilik addresses you with unexpected familiarity.

“Yup. He’s a magnet for trouble, all right.” Grandpa sighs with a knowing grin. Although he does seem confused by how close you and Kilik are.

“Hmm, yes. Who could’ve guessed that negotiating with the Gourmet Guild without a proper security detail would be dangerous? The thought eludes me, even now.” Kay’n says with a spiteful, yet sarcastic tone.

“Is this all that your ‘Plumbers’ could scrounge up? How laughable.” the Omnivore says as she slithers up the hill. And as soon as she gets within their line of sight, every Plumber in the area points their guns at her. “Oh, please. We don’t have time for this!” the D’vara snaps. For only a second, her eyes flash red, showing telltale signs of her falling back on her feral instincts.

(Cont.)

What will you say?

>”Everyone stand down! We’re all on the same side!”
>”Guys, we talked about this over comms. She won’t try to kill us, so long as we don’t provoke her.”
>"Can't we all pretend to get along for like, an hour at least?"
>”She’s right. If we waste time killing each other, then the Gourmet Guild gets away with the Amber Ogia.”
>”Those blasters won’t work as well as you think they will. Trust me.”
>Transform into an alien and attempt to diffuse the situation. (Which one?)
>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

>>4508935
>>”She’s right. If we waste time killing each other, then the Gourmet Guild gets away with the Amber Ogia.”
>”Guys, we talked about this over comms. She won’t try to kill us, so long as we don’t provoke her.”
>"Can't we all pretend to get along for like, an hour at least?"

>>4508935
>”Everyone stand down! We’re all on the same side!”
>”She’s right. If we waste time killing each other, then the Gourmet Guild gets away with the Amber Ogia.”
>"Can't we all pretend to get along for like, an hour at least?"

>>4508935
>>4509633
+1

>>4509152
>>4509633
>>4509953
Writing...

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This is seriously bad! If these guys start fighting, the Omnivore will wipe them out for sure. You can probably defend yourself with Echo Echo or Ripcord, but you don’t think you can protect your friends at the same time.

“Everyone stand down! We're all on the same side!” you shout, as you jump in between both parties.

“Somehow, I find that hard to believe.” Kay’n growls.

“If we waste time trying to kill each other, then the Gourmet Guild gets away with the Amber Ogia. Then, everyone loses.” you proclaim.

“You would have us work together with this creature?” Kilik asks.

“Right now, it’s our only option.” Gelaire interjects. Her hands are stuffed into her baggy sleeves, while her long robe makes it seem as if she was gliding across the floor. “If even one of those shipments makes it off-world, that would still be enough to deal a serious blow to the Plumber’s forces.”

“I knew we should’ve increased patrols around that sector!” Grandpa curses.

“Hindsight will earn us nothing, Magister Wakeman.” Kilik chastises him. “If my brother believes that the Omnivore is trustworthy, then I shall trust in his judgement.” he declares, while holstering his blaster.

“You’ve gotten soft, Kilik. I’m surprised at you.” Kay’n gasps halfheartedly. “And to think that I used to be a fan of your merciless methods.” she teases him. But despite her spiteful words, she holsters her blaster without any fuss.

For a moment, everyone’s eyes fall on Phil, since he’s the only one still pointing his gun at the Omnivore. And with a deep sigh, he eventually puts his gun away and places it back into its holster. “...You’d better be right about this.” he says with his arms crossed.

“Or what...little man?” D’vara prods him in a derisive manner. And from the looks of it, Grandpa’s patience and willpower is being stretched thin by the Omnivore’s cheeky antics.

“Can’t we all just get along for like, an hour at least?” you plead.

Upon hearing this, everyone falls silent, taking in everything about their unlikely allies, scanning them for any trace of hostility or disingenuity. Seemingly finding nothing, the tension between them all eases up ever so slightly.

“I suppose a truce is in order. As much as it pains me to admit it, I will require your assistance in this matter.” the Omnivore admits with a frustrated frown.

We'll help in any way we can. This problem is much bigger than any of our petty grudges. Grandpa states with a firm nod.

“Do they truly possess weaponry capable of harming an Omnivore?” Kilik inquires.

“Yes. It would seem that they’ve been planning this assault for some time now.” Gelaire suggests.

“So you think they planned this?” Kay’n considers.

(Cont.)

“No. I don’t think they counted on X being here, or him learning of the human’s imprisonment. It is likely that the Gourmet Guild had been planning on using the Omnivore as a shield until they were powerful enough to put the final stages of their plan in motion.” Gelaire concludes.

“Those traitorous worms will get what they deserve…!” D’vara hisses, as she digs her sharp claws into her tightly clenched fist. She doesn’t really seem to mind the pain, but you're even more concerned over the fact that there isn't any blood pouring out of her palm. Not even the tiniest drop or trickle. Her biology is an absolute mystery to you.

“Slow down. First, we need a plan. What do we do from here?” Grandpa asks.

So, what’s the plan? You have several special agents, a Magister, a diplomat, some foot soldiers, three shuttles, an armed aircraft carrier, and an Omnivore on your side.

>Storm the prison where they’re holding Julie and Ship.
>Have the Plumbers rescue Julie while you and the others head towards the underground bunker.
>Allow Ship to bond with your cloned suit in order to aid in the breakout effort. It should be fully operational by now.
>Storm the underground bunker before the Gourmet Guild has a chance to get away! Julie can wait.
>Send the shuttles to scout out the Fishing Hamlet in order to gather intel.
>Send the aircraft carrier out on bombing runs in order to thin out the enemy's forces.
>Write-in.

>>4510202
>Allow Ship to bond with your cloned suit in order to aid in the breakout effort. It should be fully operational by now.
>Storm the underground bunker before the Gourmet Guild has a chance to get away! Julie can wait.
Ship and our suit should be enough for them to get out on their own. Everyone else should focus on the bunker.

>>4510280
+1

>>4510202
>>Allow Ship to bond with your cloned suit in order to aid in the breakout effort. It should be fully operational by now.
>>Storm the underground bunker before the Gourmet Guild has a chance to get away! Julie can wait.

>>4510280
>>4510523
>>4511293
Writing...

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At first, you consider going to rescue Julie and Ship, but then you realize that you’ve got a more efficient alternative available to you.

By now, the Techadon Replicator should be fully developed, leaving a fully operational, autonomous robot that Trixy can control remotely. On its own, it can be a formidable foe, but combined with a Galvanic Mechamorph, there won’t be anyone capable of stopping Julie and Ship from breaking out!

“Hey Trixy, can you bust Ship out for me? I’ve got a plan.” you request with a devious grin.

“Your plan is already in motion, Wade.” Trixy proudly declares. You’re still getting used to having your resident A.I. read your thoughts without permission. In fact, she can probably hear these thoughts too. Freaky…

“We don’t have to worry about the prisoners anymore. I’ve got it covered.” you proclaim. “And now that that’s out of the way, I propose that we storm that bunker and bust it wide open before the Gourmet Guild has a chance to get away with that Amber Ogia!” you announce. And since you aren’t hearing any complaints, you're guessing that everyone’s onboard.

“Lead the way, chief.” Grandpa says with a small grin, beaming with pride over your initiative.

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For the most part, you and the others were able to quickly close the distance between your previous location and the underground bunker by taking the shuttles that the Plumbers brought over. However, you and everyone else were forced to land about 100 yards away from your destination due to the intervention of the precise turbo-lasers and anti-air guns that your enemies had installed prior to your arrival. Fortunately, only one of the shuttles was seriously damaged, and none of you were gravely wounded.

Shortly afterwards, a large platoon of hunters storms out of a hidden passageway, in the form of a steep, metal ramp leading down towards what you assume is the bunker. There are quite a few of them, and you have little cover and less firepower.

“They have sonic weaponry, as well as hard light projectile launchers.” Kilik reports while clicking his mandibles together. But soon after he pokes his head out from behind the crashed shuttle, he nearly loses it from a close shave with a hard light spike. Currently, all of you are crouched down behind your vehicles due to lack of cover. All those small huts you passed earlier sure would’ve come in handy right about now.

“We need an opening.” Gelaire suggests, while glancing over at you. You’d love to help out, but your Omnitrix is still on cooldown after that spectacle with Viral Upgrade. It should be back up and running any moment now.

“I can give you an opening. But it’ll cost you~.” Kay’n states teasingly, as she wags her index finger from side to side.

(Cont.)

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At first, you assume that she's just joking, but from the look on Grandpa’s face, he appears to be seriously considering her offer, mentally weighing the consequences of his next decision. “Fine…” he sighs, while pressing a series of buttons on his vambrace. And soon afterwards, Kay’n’s electronic muzzle clasps become unlatched with a sharp hiss. “But don’t make me regret this.” he adds with a scowl.

“At least you’ll live to regret it.” Kay’n says as she removes her muzzle and runs her tongue over her scarred snout. And without another word, she vaults over the shuttle and breaks into a sprint while galloping on all fours like a wild animal.

In her reckless charge, she miraculously manages to avoid all incoming projectiles, before stopping on a small hill overlooking the wide, open valley.

“What is she doing?” the Omnivore inquires.

“There’s a reason that we make her wear that muzzle.” Grandpa says in a foreboding tone. “You might want to cover your ears.” he warns you.

Stricken by your wicked curiosity you continue watching with great anticipation, as Kay’n takes a deep breath, leans her head back, splits her jaw into four segments and unleashes a deafening bellow that transcends any howl or bark that you’ve ever heard from any alien species. The resulting shockwave razes the ground before her, uprooting the firm soil and scattering it to the wind. The air around you trembles something fierce, and the HUD in your helmet glitches out as your armor plates ring and rattle from the powerful vibrations.

Unsurprisingly, the hunters are sent flying back towards the bunker, having the wind knocked out of their sails and their weapons knocked out of their hands. Even the other Loboans are having a tough time dealing with Kay’ns’ devastating sonic onslaught. But it doesn’t end there.

Without taking a breath, Kay’n rotates her head in order to obliterate the heavy artillery far in the distance, therefore putting an end to the oppressive rain of heated plasma that had been pelting you for the last three minutes. Surprisingly, the difference in range did little to mitigate the damage.

Once the battlefield is clear, Kay’n closes her segmented mouth and places her muzzle back over it. “Ooh, that felt wonderful~!” she says in a delightfully sadistic tone.

“How fascinating…” Gelaire mutters in a daze.

“Now’s our chance! Let’s move out.” Phil shouts while brandishing his rifle. And without hesitation, you and the others make a mad dash for the bunker’s entry point, all while carefully avoiding the massive trench that Kay’n formed with her sonic attack.

“What? Not even a thank you?” Kay’n teases Grandpa while falling in line with the others.

(Cont.)

But right before you reach the halfway point, a pack of stripped cars roll out from over the hill overlooking the sea. They look somewhat similar to Jeeps, but with a mounted turret placed on top, and most of the outer layer removed in order to increase speed. It's an interesting design, for sure. Nevertheless, you're more concerned by the fact that they’re headed right for you!

Just then, your Omnitrix chirps to life once more, notifying you that it has finished recharging. Finally!

What will you do?

>Transform into an alien. (Which one?)
>Use one of your Viral Forms. (Which one?)
>Slice their tires using the Wood Stance.
>Infuse your blade with elemental energy and slice through the cars like butter.
>Create a large ramp out of mana and send them flying.
>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

>>4511432
>Transform into Diamondhead.
We can make more cover for everyone, and Diamondhead is just really fun.

>>4511432
>Transform into Diamondhead.

>>4511432
>Transform into Gravelanche

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As the off-road vehicles clear the hill with ease, their mounted guns begin firing at you recklessly, pelting the area around you with plasma fire and forcing you and the others to jump out of the way.

Fortunately, you got out of the way just in time, but now there’s another one trying to run you over.

“Diamondhead!” you shout frantically. And in an instant, your body is enveloped in a burst of violet light, transforming it into that of a Petrosapien’s, allowing you to grow several feet and a thick layer of crystal in place of your flesh and bone.

Seeing as how the transformation was a success, you proceed to fire a volley of crystals into the ground, where you mentally command them to grow and multiply, until they form a steep ramp right in front of you. And right before the car can reach your position, it hits the ramp, launching it high into the air, where it flips over and smashes into the ground several meters away from where you currently stand.

You’re really starting to appreciate these hands-free transformations.

What will you do?

>Command a series of crystal spikes to erupt out of the ground and disable the surrounding cars.
>Rip the tires off of the car next to you, encase them in jagged crystals and use them as projectiles.
>Turn your hands into bludgeoning weapons and use them to smash any incoming cars.
>Fire explosive crystal javelins at the incoming vehicles.
>Create a combo with one of your alien transformations. (Write-in.)
>(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

Sorry for the late and relatively short update. Things are getting a bit busy at work again.

>>4512846
>>Command a series of crystal spikes to erupt out of the ground and disable the surrounding cars.
>Fire explosive crystal javelins at the incoming vehicles.

>>4512846
>Command a series of crystal spikes to erupt out of the ground and disable the surrounding cars.
>Fire explosive crystal javelins at the incoming vehicles.

>>4513464
>>4513638
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>4513788

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>4513788

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>4513788

>>4513796
>>4513830
>>4513965
Writing...

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>77

Without moving from your current location, you reshape your arms into razor sharp spikes and jab them deep into the ground. From there, you spread your crystals through the ground at breakneck speeds. Not every alien can move a solid object as if it were liquid, but this one of the many reasons why this alien is one of your favorites.

At first glance, your enemies think that you’re just crouching in order to avoid incoming fire, but as soon as they feel that ominous rumbling beneath their treads, it’s already far too late. In an instant, a clear, crystal spire erupts from the ground, piercing the truck through the middle and lifting it off of the ground, miraculously without killing anyone. The same event repeats itself multiple times, all without you missing a beat. Whenever one of them tries to jerk to the side in order to get away, they end up driving exactly where you expected them to. And whoever is adept enough to avoid the first or second spike, is easily caught by the third.

Seeing through your strategy, the remaining trucks decide to fire missiles at you from a distance. You roll under the first, jumping out of the way just in time to avoid the resulting explosion. Then, you knock away the second projectile with the back of your hand, causing it to veer off course and detonate in an unpopulated patch of grass.

Once you’ve had enough being on the receiving end of this barrage, you decide to deliver some explosive payback in the form of crystal javelins. Without so much as flinching, you tear a long spike from your back, remold it into an aerodynamic, deadly projectile, and launch it through the air with all your might. And with near pinpoint accuracy, the javelin lands dead onto the hood of the car, planting itself deep into the metal shell, before exploding violently in a burst of crystal shrapnel. Even from here, you can tell that they aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Before you can throw the next javelin, however, you realize that another car is attempting to flank you from your blindspot. Luckily, you just barely manage to sidestep a rocket, wincing and clenching your teeth as it scrapes against your chest and zips past you. And in one, fluid motion, you roll to the ground, regain your footing and toss the javelin straight into the front right. The resulting explosion destroys the vehicle’s balance, and forces it to veer off and crash into a steep ditch.

Now that you’ve got some room to breath, you see that your allies are pulling their weight as well. Phil and Kilik are doing an exceptional job at sniping gunners with their heavy blaster pistols, while Kay’n, Gelaire and D’vara focus on disabling vehicles.

(Cont.)

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Your canine companion is forced to overexert herself a bit, as she leaps from car to car, ripping drivers from their seat and tossing them out of the car. However, Gelaire and D’vara do not seem to share her problem. The semi-aquatic diplomat is making good use of her borderline technopathic abilities by forcing the cars to break down or malfunction upon delivering a precise shock to their engines and computer systems. Meanwhile, the Omnivore is simply slamming her hulking tentacles onto their cars, crushing them completely and rendering them useless. She gets hit by the occasional hard light projectile, but she shrugs them off with little to no effort. It’s a bit fascinating(and gross) to watch her wounds close up seconds after being damaged.

Soon enough, you realize that there isn’t anyone else flooding out of the bunker or attempting to ambush you. At least, not right now.

“Was that all of them?” Gelaire asks.

“I think so. Their forces were surprisingly meager.” Kilik states while reloading his pistol.

“Yeah. Wasn’t the Gourmet Empire supposed to be...I dunno, an Empire?” Grandpa inquires. “Where’s the rest of them?”

Just then, by some twisted stroke of bad luck, a grim shadow looms over the grassy plains, followed by the familiar hum of sub-light engines cruising overhead. And without even having to look up, you knew one thing for certain. The Gourmet Empire had backup too.

Above you, you see a seemingly endless formation of capital ships, starfighters, drop-ships and just about anything you’d expect from a fleet capable of obliterating whole entire planets within the hour.

“Aww man! Me and my big fat mouth…” Grandpa grumbles.

“There’s too many.” Kay’n gasps. “Even if we manage to secure the Amber Ogia, we’d never make it off-world.” she states.

“Of course you wouldn’t. I’d expect no less from my peerless fleet.” the Omnivore proclaims, practically brimming with pride. “Which is why I’m the only one suited to dealing with them.” she says in a seemingly nonchalant manner. “Go on and secure your precious syrup. It would seem that I’ve been left with the grueling task of lifting considerably hefty objects.” she sighs, almost mockingly.

“You mean, you’re stuck with ‘heavy lifting’.” Grandpa corrects her.

“Yes, that’s what I said.” D’vara rolls her eyes in annoyance.

It would seem that the Omnivore is trying to make a noble sacrifice for the sake of the mission. You honestly can’t tell if she’s being nice or condescending, but it’s still a nice gesture, regardless.

(Cont.)

What do you say?

>”Thanks. We owe you one, big time.”
>”Just be careful. They might have more sonic weaponry installed on those ships.”
>”I’ve gotta admit. I misjudged you at first. You’re nothing but a big softie.”
>”Not alone you’re not. I’m going up there with you.”
>”Are you sure you can handle them on your own? You were having trouble with only a handful of hunters earlier.”
>Write-in.

>>4514208
>”Not alone you’re not. I’m going up there with you.”
>”I’ve gotta admit. I misjudged you at first. You’re nothing but a big softie.”

Something tells me that they'll have plenty of sonic weaponry, and unless she set this all up to make herself look good, it's not going to end well.