You fly down to where Wendy is, while remaining cloaked, and whisper into her ear.

[Wade]: Hey Wendy, it's me.

[Wendy]: GAH, FUCK! What was that?!

She jumps and swings her spear at the space that you occupy. You doubt that she can see you, so it’s probably just a reflex. The crowd starts to laugh at her since it just looks like she’s going crazy.

[Wade]: Calm down. It’s me, Wade.

She squints her eyes and struggles to try and see where your voice is coming from.

[Wendy]: Wade? Is that really you? I’m not going crazy, right?

If you didn’t know any better, then you’d be sure that you could see tears welling up in her eyes. You must’ve given her and Rex quite the scare.

[Wade]: Yeah, it’s me. I’m here to free you.

[Wendy]: Good. When we get out of here, I’m gonna shove this spear up your ass!

Despite her vulgar threat, she continues to sport a wide grin.

[Wade]: But before that, I need you to distract these guys for a bit. Think you can hold your own against Chicken Little over there?

She glances over to her opponent, who seems to be getting increasingly agitated from having to wait for his opponent to be ready. You can see a bead of sweat roll down her forehead as she weighs her options.

[Wendy]: Guess I don’t have much of a choice, huh? You go on. I’ll give ‘em a good show.

She dons her helmet and slaps her spear against her shield in order to rile up the crowd. While the crowd erupts into applause, you phase through the ground in an attempt to find out where the other prisoners are being held.

Eventually, you manage to spot a couple of holding cells filled with all sorts of aliens. Some of them big, some of them small, but almost all of them thoroughly beaten and malnourished. The guards seem to be ignoring the plight of their prisoners, despite the cries and threats that they are being assaulted with.

Time to teach them a lesson!

You enter the body of the guard on the right, causing him to shudder and cringe for a moment. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the other guard, who seems concerned for his fellow comrade.

[Guard]: Hey man, you alright? This is why you gotta stay away from those Citrakayan hot wings. They go right through you.

>Surprise him with a strike from your shock staff.
>Destroy the cell door’s controls and exit the guard’s body.
>”I’m fine. If you wanna go to watch the match, then I’ll cover your shift for you. It’s a pretty slow night, after all.”
>”Yeah, you were right. Would you mind fetching me some medicine? I could really use it…”
>Look around for Rex.
>Write-in.

>>3730767
>>”Yeah, you were right. Would you mind fetching me some medicine? I could really use it…”
>"Hell, I'd be willing to cover your shift for you if you get me some."

>>3730767
>>”Yeah, you were right. Would you mind fetching me some medicine? I could really use it…”
>"Hell, I'd be willing to cover your shift for you if you get me some."

Crap! He noticed! Better play it cool.

[Wade]: Yeah, you were right. Would you mind fetching me some medicine? I could really use it…

Your voice still sounds as raspy as it is when you transform into Ghostfreak. This guy’s totally gonna find out that something’s wrong!

[Guard]: Uh-oh. Sounds like you’ve got a throat infection too, man. See, this is why I’ve been telling you to lay off the cheap grog, too. You’ve really gotta get your life together, man.

[Wade]: Haha, yup! You know me! I’m a huge mess.

It seems your host’s questionable life choices are helping to cover for your inconsistencies in tone and behavior.

[Guard]: Alright man, stay put. I’m gonna get you those meds.

This guy’s surprisingly nice, despite his grizzled and hardened appearance.

[Wade]: Thanks, I really appreciate it. Y’know, that’s something I never do. Tell you how much I appreciate you.

[Guard]: Oh, come on. It ain’t nothing special.

[Wade]: Nah, I’m serious. You’re always looking out for me, and I’m gonna make it up to you. If you get that medicine for me, I’ll buy us some drinks later.

You place a hand on his armored shoulder and you can see a grin spread across his scarred face.

[Guard]: Shit, you serious?

[Wade]: Of course. Hell, I’ll even cover your shift for you if you want.

[Guard]: Well, I can’t say no to that! I’ll meet you at Farley’s later tonight for drinks, and I’ll be right back with the meds.

[Wade]: Awesome! See you in a bit.

He casually strolls down the hall to get the medicine, so you wait until he’s gone to investigate the cell door’s lock-

[Guard]: Hey!

You quickly turn back around to see the same guard has returned rather quickly. He couldn’t have gotten the medicine this fast. Or could it be that you’ve been found out?!

[Guard]: Make sure you don’t buy anymore of that cheap shit at Farley’s, tonight.

You smile, laugh obnoxiously and shoot finger guns at each other until he disappears behind the corner again. What a swell guy. It’s a shame that this guy’s most likely gonna be screwed out of a job and a friend once this is over.

You frantically search your body for some sort of key to open the cell door, and you remember seeing some sort of strange object dangling from the other guard’s hip.

You check your own hip to find the same object strapped tightly to your armor. Now to free these prisoners.

After removing the key-card and inserting it into an empty slot in the wall beside the cell door, the ray shield deactivates with a low pitched hum. The prisoners inside seem confused by this new development, as they look around to assess whether they are being tested or punished somehow.

>”It'd okay. You’re all free to go.”
>”This is the part where you start a riot and raise some hell!”
>”Good luck.” Throw down your weapon and exit the guard’s body.
>”Follow me. We’re fighting our way out of here!”
>”Think you guys can find your way out of here on your own?”
>Write-in.

>>3731720
>>”It's okay. You’re all free to go.”
>”This is the part where you start a riot and raise some hell!”

>>3731720
>”It'd okay. You’re all free to go.”
>”This is the part where you start a riot and raise some hell!”

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[Wade]: It’s okay. You’re all free to go.

They stand in place, frozen and unsure of how to process your words. Seems like they need another push. So you toss them your weapon and take a few steps back.

[Wade]: This is the part where you start a riot and raise some hell!

A ferocious war-cry erupts from the crowd of prisoners, and they storm out of their cells in order to fight for their freedom. That should create a good distraction. Now to get back to Wendy before any alarms get raised.

You exit the guards body and allow him to fall to the floor, unconscious, as you make your way back to the arena.

Upon arriving, you notice that Wendy’s backed against a wall by her over-sized opponent. The large bird has destroyed her shield and the majority of her spear. The crowd’s cheers become louder and louder with each dreadful step that the monster takes towards your sister. Yojimbo lifts his meaty hands and slams them back down onto the armrests of his throne in all of the excitement. They must know that the end is near for her. Even the gargantuan mutant fowl is salivating at the thought of tearing Wendy to pieces. They’re all animals.

But you don’t have time to sit on the sidelines and observe. You’ve gotta do something! Ideally, within the next 3 minutes before the watch times out. Maybe it's time to show them Ghostfreak's true form...

>Try to possess the bird and send him on a rampage.
>Bind its feet with your tendrils, causing him to trip and fall into seating area.
>Infiltrate the bird’s body and constrict/damage one of his organs.(Which one?)
>Possess Yojimbo and use him to knock out the bird.
>Carry Wendy out of harm’s way and blow a hole into the ceiling with a concentrated energy beam.
>Unleash you true form, and use your telekinetic abilities to bring Yojimbo's throne down onto the beast's head.
>Write-in.

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

>>3733772
>>Try to possess the bird and send him on a rampage.

>>3733772
>Try to possess the bird and send him on a rampage.

>>3733811
>>3734245
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>3734409

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>3734409

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>3734409

>61

You enter the head of the bird, focus on overcoming its primal urges. It isn’t terribly intelligent, and that’s what makes this endeavor a bit more difficult for you.

Upon merging with its consciousness, the creature stops dead in its tracks and throws his head back in confusion. It seems to be fighting you. You never expected merging with an animal to be so intense. It’s almost as if you were fighting against its primal instincts.

[Yojimbo]: What’s going on?! What’s it doing?!

That’s what you want to know. Maybe you should focus on taking control of its motor functions instead.

You steer the beast away from the arena and towards the guards. They attempt to target your legs, but you fling them away with little to no effort. The spectators who were once cheering and chanting for a gruesome death, are now running for their lives and screaming at the top of their lungs. This seems to anger Yojimbo, as the fat yellow alien grabs a spiked, metal club and jumps from his perch. You feel the ground crack and shake upon his arrival, and you prepare to squash him with your over-sized host.

However, you feel a strange tingling sensation, and the bird you were possessing breaks into an unwarranted seizure, falling to the ground and convulsing wildly. Eventually, the creature passes out and forces you outside of its body. That was kinda unexpected. But at least you’re still invisible.

[Wendy]: Does this mean that I win?

[Yojimbo]: No! You cheated somehow! I just know it!

Just then, an alarm blares loudly throughout the arena, alerting Yojimbo to the prisoner’s recent escape. You guess the jig is up! But thanks to that rampage you went on, a new escape route has been revealed to you by the fleeing spectators. It would seem that there was a hidden elevator installed into the wall.

>Fly Wendy out of here through the hidden elevator shaft.
>Ask Yojimbo what he did with Rex.
>Try to possess Yojimbo and smack yourself with his club.
>Hit Yojimbo with a point blank energy beam.
>Use your tentacles to take Yojimbo’s club and use it against him.
>Write-in.

>>3735395
>>Use your tentacles to take Yojimbo’s club and use it against him.

>>3735395
>Use your tentacles to take Yojimbo’s club and use it against him.

>>3735402
>>3736155
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>3736212

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>3736212
Please be good

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>3736212

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>68

As Yojimbo raises his club and prepares to strike your sister, you grab his weapon with your slithering tendrils and pry it from his hands.

[Yojimbo]: What’s...huh?

As he turns to face you, the metal club slams into his face at full force, sending him flying backwards into the arena’s walls with enough force to crack them. You broke one of his horns But it seems as if your hit wasn’t strong enough to knock him out. Maybe if you-

[Yojimbo]: Grahhhh!

Your thoughts are interrupted by a shriek of pain from Yojimbo. You hadn't even noticed that Wendy snatched a guard’s weapon and used it against her captor. Must’ve been put on the highest setting too.

[Wendy]: Phew. That felt good…

Your sister breathes a sigh of relief and relaxes her shoulders for a moment as Yojimbo's unconscious body drops to the floor with an audible "thud".

[Wade]: Looks like that did the trick. That’s another one of the Oni down.

Suddenly, Wendy swings the guard’s staff at you in a fit of rage.

[Wade]: Whoa!

[Wendy]: Where the fuck were you?! We thought you went into a coma or worse!

There are tears welling up in her eyes again. She must’ve been worried sick…

[Wendy]: Rex wanted me to hide you so you wouldn’t get caught, but I thought you’d get eaten by bears or cannibals or some shit.

>”We can talk about that after we get out of here. I promise.”
>”I’m sorry. I’ve never passed out for that long before. Trixy’s working on a way to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
>”There’s something weird going on with me, and I’m not sure that I fully understand it. “
>”It’s good to see you too.”
>”Where is Rex, anyway?”
>”An old forest hag was looking after me while I was unconscious. Sorry I couldn’t help out sooner.”
>Pull her into a tight hug. She looks like she needs one.
>Write-in.

>>3736916
>”There’s something weird going on with me, and I’m not sure that I fully understand it. “
>”I’m sorry. I’ve never passed out for that long before. Trixy’s working on a way to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
>”Where is Rex, anyway?”

>>3736916
>”There’s something weird going on with me, and I’m not sure that I fully understand it. “
>”I’m sorry. I’ve never passed out for that long before. Trixy’s working on a way to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
>”Where is Rex, anyway?”

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[Wade]: There’s something weird going on with me, and I’m not sure that I fully understand it.

[Wendy]: Yeah, no shit. You really scared us, man.

You relax a bit when she drops the weapon and crosses her arms angrily.

[Wade]: I know, and I’m sorry. I’d never passed out for that long. But, Trixy’s working on a way to make sure that it doesn’t happen again.

[Wendy]: How’s she gonna pull that off?

[Wade]: Dunno. But she’s never let me down before, so I trust her to get the job done.

Your sister seems skeptical, but you truly do believe that Trixy won’t let you down.

[Wendy]: Well, I’m glad you’re optimistic.

Now that the two of you have made up, you should ask about Rex. His absence has been bugging you ever since you arrived here.

[Wade]: Hey, I heard you mention Rex. Where is he, anyway?

Wendy’s face drops as she struggles to recall the event of her capture.

[Wendy]: Not sure. We got separated when Yojimbo jumped us. But I overheard them talking about taking him to someone called “Elena”.

[Wade]: Elena?! As in Validus?!

Wendy takes a step back when you shout out loud in your raspy voice. You almost forgot that she’s not too fond of Ectonurites.

[Wendy]: I have no idea who that is.

[Wade]: She was a bad guy I busted back in the day. I put her in the middle of a political scandal and made her company go under. She was controlling Rex and a bunch of other mutants with some sort of weird device, and she had this really weird plant to introduce nanites into Bellwood with her crazy construction plans.

[Wendy]: That sounds fucking stupid.

It does sound pretty stupid in hindsight. But this is big! You have no idea how Elena is still alive, but you can’t worry about that right now. First, you need to get Rex back somehow.
[Wendy]: Hey, can we get out of here already? I literally haven’t had fresh air in over a week.

[Wade]:

You retreat from Yojimbo’s castle, with Wendy following close behind. Thankfully, the guards are too busy dealing with the riot to stop you. Once you find your way out of the decrepit fort, the Omnitrix times out and you return to your human form in a burst of yellow light.

Wendy takes a moment to stretch and tear off her gladiator armor.

[Wendy]: Finally out of that shithole. Where should we start looking for Rex?

You try to answer her, but you’re too distracted by the arrival of a strange figure from beyond the trees. He wears an ebony trench-coat of some sort, along with a straw hat that casts an ominous crimson light over his mask. He is outfitted with high quality chrome-ware, much like yourself, but his seems to be installed into his body.

[Samurai]: So it is true. Azmuth really gave the Omnitrix to a brat like you? He must’ve been desperate.

>”You must be the Samurai I heard so much about. Do you mind taking off the mask so I can get a better look at your face?”
>”Yeah, and I bet he’d be real proud that you’re working as Aku’s lapdog.”
>”I earned the right to wear this. What have you got that hasn’t been handed to you by Aku’s minions?”
>”If you’re willing to wait a couple of minutes, then I’ll show you what I’ve really got!”
>”Where have you taken my friend?”
>"Why do you hate me so much? I don't even think I've ever met you."
>”I bet I can beat you even without the watch.”
>Write-in.

>>3738041
>"Why do you hate me so much? I don't even think I've ever met you."
>”I earned the right to wear this. What have you got that hasn’t been handed to you by Aku’s minions?”
>>”You must be the Samurai I heard so much about. Do you mind taking off the mask so I can get a better look at your face?”

>>3738041
>”You must be the Samurai I heard so much about. Do you mind taking off the mask so I can get a better look at your face?”
>"Why do you hate me so much? I don't even think I've ever met you."
>”I earned the right to wear this. What have you got that hasn’t been handed to you by Aku’s minions?”

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>>3730728
this is gay

you're all gay

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[Wade]: You must be the Samurai I've heard so much about. Do you mind taking off the mask so I can get a better look at your face?

A dry chuckle can be heard from his voice synthesizer, along with a faint buzzing noise. He's most likely a highly advanced cyborg of some sort. But you still don't understand why Demongo chose this guy over someone more threatening like Vilgax or D'Traxus.

[Samurai]: You wouldn't even be able to recognize it at this point, kid. Been chopped up and put back together more times than I can count. And by the way, the Omnitrix goes on your wrist, genius.

How rude! The Omnitrix matches your Kamen Rider aesthetic so well! This man obviously doesn't understand fashion.

[Wade]: I can wear it however I want. Azmuth gave me permission to use the Omnitrix. Wanna know why? Because I earned the right to wear it. What have you got that hasn't been given to you by Aku's goons.

[Samurai]: Experience. It's a hell of alot more useful than an Omnitrix in recharge mode.

His hand ever so slightly shifts towards his sword.

[Wade]: Why do you hate me so much? I don't even think I've met you before.

[Samurai]: I don't hate you, kid. Aku does. And anyone he thinks is a pest gets cut down by yours truly. Hope you don't hold it against me.

Suddenly, the samurai draws his sword and leaps towards you with great speed! Wendy attempts to shield you from his attack, but you doubt that she will have much luck blocking his weapon without one of her own.

[Wendy]: Move!

Before he can reach you or sister, a bolas flies out from the brush and towards the samurai. However, his reflexes are too quick, and he slices the hunting tool in half with little to no effort. Wendy takes this opportunity to fire her sonic cannon at point blank range, seemingly hurting the samurai and sending him flying backwards.

You turn to run in the opposite direction, but you're cut off by a costumed man riding a giant stone creature of some sort.

Is that...Kangaroo Kommando and Slate?!

[Kommando?]: Hop on! We don't have much time before he gets back up.

>Go with him.
>"Not yet. The samurai can't beat us all. Let's take him down here and now!"
>"Are you the good twin or the evil twin?"
>"Who are you and what are you doing with my dog?!"
>"Trixy, can you perform a biometric scan on the samurai and the kangaroo?"
>Grab a boomerang out of his belt and toss it at the samurai.
>Write-in.

>>3739247
>>Go with him.
>"Are you the good twin or the evil twin?"
>"Trixy, can you perform a biometric scan on the samurai and the kangaroo?"

>>3739247
>>Go with him.
>"Are you the good twin or the evil twin?"
>"Trixy, can you perform a biometric scan on the samurai and the kangaroo?"

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You look back at the samurai that attacked you, carefully weighing out your options.

[Wade]: Hey Trixy, can you perform a biometric scan on the samurai from here?

[Trixy]: Yes. He is just within range.

An orange beam travels from the Omnitrix to the recovering minion of Aku in order to get a read on his biometric signature. Your belt beeps twice when the scan is complete.

[Trixy]: Scans show that...this is impossible…

It’s really rare for Trixy to be at a loss for words. You wonder what the scan brought up.

[Wade]: What is it?

[Trixy]: It’s a perfect match with Max Tennyson’s DNA.

You had a lingering suspicion that it might have been Max under the mask, but you didn’t want to think that Demongo would go around digging up the grave of a renowned galactic hero, only to make him kill you. Why doesn’t he or Aku just come after you themselves?

While you’re lost in thought, the Kommando pulls you onto Slate’s back and motions Wendy to mount the creature alongside you.

[Kommando]: Come on!

[Wendy]: I’m with Captain Underpants here. We gotta bounce.

Slate gallops deeper into the forest with surprising agility. He really has gotten huge after all these years. But you’re just glad that he’s okay. The warm glow of his runes is oddly comforting.

[Wade]: So, are you the good twin or the evil twin?

He stares back at you with a confused expression.

[Kommando]: Neither. I don’t even know what that means.

His voice is much deeper than that of either Kane or Abel North. Must be a new guy carrying on the mantle. A quick biometric scan couldn’t hurt. Just to figure out his identity.

[Trixy]: Subject’s DNA is an exact match with...Max Tennyson…

Wait, what?! How can they both be Max? None of this makes any sense. Unless...

[Wade]: You and the samurai. You're clones, like me?

The Kommando remains silent for a moment.

[Kommando]: I'll explain later. For now, we've got company to deal with.

Suddenly, a throwing star scratches your helmet as it zips past your face. That thing actually managed to puncture your armor? They look like they're made of red, rusted iron.

The hole in your helmet starts to burn, spreading red, glowing cracks throughout your armor. Must be some sort of magic. You're really starting to hate magic these days. Hopefully, Trixy can fix the damage later.

You look back to see three short ninjas with enlarged heads and short, spindly limbs. They appear to have pale, blue skin and webbed feet like that of a frog's. Must be members of the Oni or minions of Aku. Either way, you'll have to deal with them while the Omnitrix recharges.

>Shoot at them with your wrist cannons.
>Order Slate to climb up a tree and slap them out of the air.
>Erect a large mana wall in front of the ninjas and have them slam into it.
>Try to trick them into coming closer so Wendy can use her sonic cannon.
>Take a perilous detour in order to lose them in the thicket.
>Take the reins for the Kommando while he deals with the frogs.
>Write-in.

>>3742055
>>Shoot at them with your wrist cannons.

>>3742055
>Shoot at them with your wrist cannons.

>>3742310
>>3743110
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>3743661

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>3743661

>99!

[Kangaroo]: Hey kid, think you can get ‘em off our backs?

You flash a smug grin, forgetting that no one can actually see your face underneath that mask of yours.

[Wade]: Watch me.

You re-position yourself to be facing your pursuers, and flex your wrists to activate the plasma weapons installed inside. The ninjas seemingly notice the impending danger, so they attempt to take you out with another volley of throwing stars. But you already anticipated that.

With a few well placed shots, you incinerate the throwing stars that were flying towards you. The frogs take note of the fact that their ranged attacks are having no effect, so they attempt to get a bit closer and finish the job with their swords.

The first of the three to jump towards you is blown away by your twin blasters with little to no effort. They don’t seem like they can turn in midair, so you’ve got the advantage! Or so you thought…

The second to approach you comes flying from your blind spot to the left, and it seems that he;s attached his tongue to a tree and used it as a means to turn mid-leap. His blade nearly reaches your eyes, until Wendy backhands him with her prosthetic arm, throwing him off balance and causing him to miss by mere inches. You quickly respond by leaning back to kick him with all the strength you can muster, sending him flying upwards into the path of a tree trunk.

The last frog pulls out all the stops and tosses a massive throwing star at you. That thing’s gotta be twice his size! You’re surprised to see that he can even lift it, let alone throw it.

It’s way too big to shoot down like the others, and it seems to be flying faster than you anticipated! But, there is one thing you can try…

You pull your arms closer together and take aim, before firing at the very edge of the thrown weapon with both blasters, causing the tip of one of the blades to chip off. The resulting damage manages to throw the weapon off balance, slightly alter its trajectory and reduce its speed.

You breathe a sigh of relief as the throwing star flies past you and plants itself into a nearby tree. The frog seems absolutely flabbergasted that his attack missed, giving you a perfect shot right in the middle of his chest. You watch him fall to the ground in a violent tumble, while you command your wrist cannons to retract into your gauntlets.

[Kangaroo]: Nice work, kid.

You turn back around and remain silent for the remainder of the ride. You’ve got alot on your mind right now.

(Cont.)

You stop by a cave on the outskirts of the nearest city once you've all confirmed that you weren’t being followed anymore. Looking at it now, it’s quite different from the last city that you were in. It's got a "Tech Noir" feel to it with all the classic neon, shady characters and flying cars.

Slate nuzzles against your armor in an effort to show affection, so you pet the front of his face, causing tiny sparks to form from the friction. Soon after, the Omnitrix chirps to life, alerting you that it has finished recharging.

[Kangaroo]: The coast is clear. If you kids wanna rest up, you should do it now.

[Wade]: Actually, I think I'm good on sleep for a while.

[Kangaroo]: If that's the case, then we should keep movin-

Wendy jumps between the two of you and shoots a glare at Kangaroo.

[Wendy]: Hold your horses, Kangaroo! My bro’s got a few questions for you before we do anything else.

He narrows his eyes, and scratches his chin, but doesn’t seem averse to the idea.

[Kangaroo]: Hm. Fair enough. Ask away.

>”You and the samurai. You’re clones, like me?”
>”Please tell me that this doesn’t have anything to do with time travel. I’m really not in the mood for it right now.”
>”What the hell is going on here?!”
>”How’d you find me in the middle of this forest?”
>”Where are you taking us?”
>”You were acting like you knew me. Who are you, really?”
>"Thanks for the save, but we've gotta go save our friend from someone named Elena Validus. Do you know where we can find her?"
>Write-in.

>>3744448
>”You and the samurai. You’re clones, like me?”
>”How’d you find me in the middle of this forest?”
>”Where are you taking us?”
>”You were acting like you knew me. Who are you, really?”

>>3744448
>”You and the samurai. You’re clones, like me?”
>”How’d you find me in the middle of this forest?”
>”Where are you taking us?”
>”You were acting like you knew me. Who are you, really?”

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You remove your mask for the first time in a long time, commanding it to retreat into you confines of your suit. Kangaroo removes his as well, and it confirms his claims. He looks exactly like Max did in Grandpa Phil’s photos.

[Wade]: You and the samurai, you’re clones like me?

[Max]: I’m afraid so. We’re survivors of the Clone Wars.

[Wade]: Like...the TV show?

[Max]: No. I’m talking about a real war, son. Some wackjob used the last remaining genetic sample of Max Tennyson’s DNA to create an army.

An army?! How many Max’s are still running around in the future?

[Max]: But you...you’re too young to be a vet. Probably the kid of one of my brothers. It would explain why you look so different, too.

You’ll hold off on explaining where you’re from for now.

[Wendy]: What were they fighting over?

[Max]: We were vat-grown and trained to fight Aku and retake the galaxy. Fat lot of good that did us, though. We never stood a chance.

Max sits down on a nearby rock and stares off into the distance with a forlorn look in his eye.

[Wade]: How’d you find me in the middle of the forest?

He reaches into his pouch and hands a crudely crafted device to you.

[Max]: Biometric scanner. I’ve been trying to track down my brothers lately.

[Wendy]: Why?

[Max]: Just wanna see how many of us are still left now that the smoke has cleared. I was actually considering going into retirement soon.

A thin smile spreads across his face for a moment.

[Wade]: Where are you taking us, anyway?

[Max]: Away from that maniac. The only place you’ll be safe from Aku and his minions is at Anaris’ base.

[Wendy]: You work for him?

Your sister tenses up a bit upon learning that your savior works for the rumored “maniac”.

[Max]: He made me. I owe him and that green doctor a life debt.

[Wade]: You were acting like you knew me earlier. Why is that?

[Max]: The green doctor told me stories about you. I always thought you were nothing more than a bedtime story to keep up morale. Glad to see that she wasn’t lying about any of it.

The green doctor?

[Wade]: You mean Iden?

[Max]: Yeah, that’s the wackjob I mentioned.

(Cont.)

She’s still alive and kicking, huh? She must’ve been the one behind the cloning process too. But why is she working with this Anaris guy? Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to pay them a visit.

[Wendy]: We’re not going anywhere without Rex.

You’re surprised to see that Wendy is getting so worked up over Rex. You thought she hated him.

[Max]: Who’s that?

[Wade]: Our friend. He was taken to someone named Elena Validus.

[Max]: The Evo-Corp lady?! If your friend’s gone there, then he’s beyond saving. I’ve heard stories of what goes on in those labs, and it ain't pretty.

[Wade]: You know her?

[Max]: Of course. She’s Aku’s lead scientist and weapons manufacturer. We tried leading a charge against her a few years back, but we just didn’t have the firepower to penetrate her defenses.

>”Take us to Anaris. I wanna have a chat with Iden and the guy she’s working for.”
>”Come with us then. Together we can break into Evo-Corps labs and shut down the whole factory.”
>”Thanks for your help, but we have something to take care of before we speak with Anaris. Once we rescue Rex and grab that magic sword, we’ll meet up with you guys before we leave.”
>Write-in.

>>3745688
>>”Thanks for your help, but we have something to take care of before we speak with Anaris. Once we rescue Rex and grab that magic sword, we’ll meet up with you guys before we leave.”
>"Give Iden a message, tell her that Wade's on a mission here."

>>3745688
>”Take us to Anaris. I wanna have a chat with Iden and the guy she’s working for.”

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3745703
>>3749392
Been a while without a new vote, so I'm gonna roll the dice and decide with the result.

I'll start writing when I get home in a few minutes.

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[Wade]: Take us to Anaris. I wanna have a chat with Iden and the guy she's working for.

Max seems pleased with your answer, but Wendy appears to become a bit frustrated.

[Wendy]: But what about Rex? We can't just leave him there!

[Wade]: I don't like it any more than you do, but we might need help if we're gonna storm a factory full of killer robots.

Max gently pats Slate on the nose, issuing a non-verbal command to make him shrink back down into his totem form, before Max picks it up and stuffs it into his pouch. You never knew he could do that without you using some of your magic.

[Max]: Your friend's right. If we have any hope of shutting down that facility, it'd be with the help of Anaris. Once we explain the situation to him, he’ll know what to do.

Wendy carefully considers your words and crosses her arms in a huff.

[Wendy]: Fine. Then I guess we'd better get our asses in gear.

She storms off towards the nearby city, while you and Max exchange concerned glances, before chasing after her.

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After entering the city, you've noticed some things that seemed to stand out from the others. Specifically, the lack of propaganda and patrols from Aku's goons.

Law enforcement is carried out by a local militia, but due to the amount of gang activity, they probably have their hands full just keeping these guys off the streets. It’d probably be a good idea to ditch the evil color palette for now. Just to avoid any trouble with individuals who are a little less than hospitable towards tyrannical conquerors and their lackeys.

Suddenly, Max leans over to whisper into your ear.

[Max]: Don’t look now, but we’re being followed.

You hadn’t even noticed. You're not sure if Wendy's noticed them, but you're pretty sure that she's too focused on being mad at you to notice anything. She hasn't said a word to you ever since that argument you had with her an hour ago.

[Wade]: What? For how long?

[Max]: Don’t know. But I do know there’s at least 2 or 3 of them tailing us.

You really believed you’d lost these guys in that forest, but it would seem that they’re more persistent than you had initially thought.

So, how do you wanna play this?

>Tell your group to split up in order to divide the enemy’s forces.
>Pretend to splinter off and go on your own, while your friends flank them from behind.
>Try to lead them into an ambush, and ponce on them with one of your aliens. (Which one?)
>Ignore them and stick to primarily crowded streets. They might not make a move if there’s too many people around.
>Turn on them! They’ll never see it coming!
>Write-in.

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

>>3757041
>>Pretend to splinter off and go on your own, while your friends flank them from behind.
>While in the alley's transform into Spidermonkey

>>3757066
support

>>3757066
support

>>3757066
>>3757152
>>3757355
Writing...

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You relay your plan to Max and Wendy, who agree to it without protest. They don't seem to be terribly worried, and you can't blame them. Whoever’s tailing you must be sloppy and inexperienced if they got caught this fast.

Your friends split off from you amongst the crowd, seemingly unbeknownst to your pursuers. You resist the urge to turn and check to see if your plan is working, and make a sharp turn into a nearby alleyway.

You quickly select Spidermonkey’s icon and slam your hand down onto the Omnitrix’s core as soon as it pops up. Hopefully, they won’t notice the bright purple flash emanating from the alleyway.

After your transformation finishes, you crawl onto a nearby wall and wait patiently for your pursuers to enter the dark alley. And it seems that you didn’t have to wait very long.

Entering the alley after you is a panda wearing oriental clothing and wielding a pole-arm, a demon girl with a single large eye and twin-tails, and a tall robot wearing a trench-coat. They all appear to be searching for you, but to no avail. That’s good. Means that they won’t notice your friends sneaking up on them.

>Shoot a web at the demon girl’s eye to seal it shut.
>Disarm the panda.
>Pounce on the robot and tear his arm off.
>Wait for your friends to initiate before jumping in.
>Jump in the middle of them and pummel them with a flurry of punches, kicks and webs.
>Write-in.

>>3757713
>>Shoot a web at the demon girl’s eye to seal it shut.

>>3757713
>Shoot a web at the demon girl’s eye to seal it shut.

>>3757837
>>3761239
Writing...

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You shoot a web string towards the cyclops girl, which draws her attention towards your shadowy figure. Her single eye emits a strange glow in an attempt to retaliate against you, but her attempts are made futile when her eye is glued shut by your silk.

She lets out a cry of frustration as she falls to the ground, writhing in pain. That should keep her down for a while.

The panda readies his pole-arm, but is caught off guard by Max and Wendy flanking him from behind. Max’s boomerang and Wendy’s solid projectiles are easily parried with a twirl of his pole-arm, with little to no effort. He seemed to be the toughest of the three, so hopefully they can take him out while you’re busy with the robot.

And speaking of, he’s just drawn out twin pistols from the inside of his coat. They seem to have a considerable weight to them, since they’re much larger than a normal pistol. You estimate them to be at least 4 times as large as they should be.

He wastes no time, as he lets loose a barrage of heated plasma in your direction. He’s definitely experienced. These shots are grouped together, in order to make it hard for you to maneuver in this alleyway. But that doesn’t mean you have to make it easy for him!

>Snatch his gun and swing at back at his head.
>Trick him into shooting his panda friend.
>Jump into melee range and stick him to a wall with your webs.
>Cast a large net over your opponents in order to limit their movement and disorient them.
>Dodge his shots and pummel him to pieces when you get close enough.
>Latch onto the panda’s pole-arm with your web and drag it into the robot’s body.
>Write-in.

>>3762034
>>Jump into melee range and stick him to a wall with your webs.

>>3762034
>Cast a large net over your opponents in order to limit their movement and disorient them.
then
>Jump into melee range and stick him to a wall with your webs.

>>3762139
>>3764025
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>3764373

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>3764373
Dice gods help us!

>95

The demon girl tugs at the sticky substance gluing her eye shut, while you continue to dodge the plasma fire from the robot.

[Sienna]: C’mon Clancy, just hit him already!

Her frustration grows stronger with each failed attempt to free herself from your web. Oddly enough, you notice that a bit of smoke began to rise from her eyelid, followed by a faint glow of some sort.

[Clancy]: Hold your horses, doll! Almost got him…

The robot sounds like one of those detectives from the old movies that Phil loved to watch. Funny how vintage and outdated accents survived up to this point.

You clear your head of any distractions, and leap several meters into the air, drawing Clancy’s fire upward. Seeing as his shots still fail to hit their mark, you release a wide net made from your webs, allowing it to fall onto your unsuspecting enemies. And just as the demon seems to be making progress in her attempts to break free, the net catches her hair and pins her to the ground with its weight.

[Sienna]: Oh, come on!

Clancy tries to break free with his superior strength, but you had a plan for him too.

You land next to him, and before he can aim his pistols in your direction, you release a thick torrent of webbing in his direction, pushing him into a brick wall and holding fast.

[Clancy]: Ugh! What is this gunk?!

[Sienna]: At least it’s not in your hair!

As they make futile effort to struggle against your webbing, you turn to check on your friend’s progress. They seem to be holding their own against the Panda, but he doesn’t look too worried, despite being ganged up on by multiple people. You’re about to change that.

Max leaps towards him, only to be knocked away soon after. Wendy fires a barrage of plasma from her robot arm, but the Panda deflects them effortlessly as he closes the distance while twirling his pole-arm. Once he gets close enough, he assaults Wendy with a series of staff strikes to her joints and vitals.

[Shen]: Hah! Is that all?

[Wade]: Guess again, Panda Express!

You leap onto his back, and clamber all over his body as you wrap him in extra strength webbing. He struggles with all of his might to break free, but you try to pacify him by kicking him into a brick wall, in the hopes that he’ll stick to it.

His back slams against the wall with enough force to crack it, and he winces in pain despite his muscular build. Thankfully, this gives you the chance to web him to the wall and make sure that he doesn't escape.

(Cont.)

[Shen]: Hey, watch the shirt! It’s expensive, you know?

He’s a big guy, but he shouldn’t be able to break through all this webbing on his own. It’s gotta be enough to hold a Mack Truck!

[Wade]: Maybe don’t wear it when you’re trying to kill people? I feel like that’s just begging for a trip to dry cleaners at that point.

[Shen]: Heh. You think I’m trying to kill you?

His lips curl into a smug grin that irritates you a little. You draw closer in order to appear more intimidating.

[Wade]: Could’ve fooled me.

[Shen]: Fool. I was just trying to find the right time to do “this”...

Suddenly, he spits out a plume of purple smoke that enters into your nostrils, causing you to fall to the ground and choke.

[Wendy]: Oh shit!

[Max]: Poison?

They run over to you as the Panda throws his head back in wicked laughter. You can barely hear him over the pounding in your head, though.

Your watch glitches out and times out early for some odd reason. Something feels...wrong.

When you open your eyes again, you see...yourself? He’s you but with a red costume. And for some reason you have a blue costume!

[Red X]: What’re you looking at, doofus?

Whoever this guy is, he sounds like a serious jerk. But at least he’s got a cool suit. It’s got some crazy decals on the surface and mask, along with more pronounced horns and fangs.

[Red Trixy]: Yeah, doofus.

Even his A.I. sounds like a jerk. Their social skills could use some serious work. Maybe you could help them!

>”A bad copy with bad manners, apparently.”
>”That’s my line, buddy.”
>”What’s going on here? Am I hallucinating?”
>”No need to be rude, friend. We’re all clones here.”
>”You’ve got a cool suit. We look good in red.”
>Write-in.

Why are all of your thoughts so nice all of a sudden?

>>3765929
>>”What’s going on here? Am I hallucinating?”
>”No need to be rude, friend. We’re all clones here.”
>”You’ve got a cool suit. We look good in red.”

>>3765929
>>”What’s going on here? Am I hallucinating?”
>”No need to be rude, friend. We’re all clones here.”
>”You’ve got a cool suit. We look good in red.”

[Wade]: What's going on here? Am I hallucinating?

You and your crimson copy circle one another as you inspect each other's physical traits.

[Red X]: Course not, dweeb. We've obviously been split up by Kung Fu Panda's magic dust. Was I always this dumb?

[Red Trixy]: I'm surprised it took you this long to notice.

[Red X]: Shut it!

[Wade]: So you're saying that we've been divided into our most basic personality traits, but we act in a more dramatic and exaggerated fashion?

[Red X]: Nerd!

[Red Trixy]: Alert: There is a nerd in our immediate vicinity.

Red Trixy is surprisingly expressive. It’s very refreshing!

[Trixy]: He was only making an observation. One that you had failed to bring out before-

[Red Trixy]: Correction. There are now two nerds in our immediate vicinity.

[Trixy]: I doubt that you even possess the sufficient amount of processing power to detect a Vaxasaurian within 2 feet of you.

[Red X]: Oooh! Sick burn! I think...

Man, they’re really going at each other’s throats. You should help them make up later.

[Wade]: No need to be rude, friend. We're all clones here.

He glances over your shoulder to see the confused faces of Max and Wendy.

[Red X]: You mean the old dude in his underwear and the punk gladiator chick over there? They look more like half baked bootlegs to me.

[Wendy]: Why don't you say that to my face, freak?!

Wendy tries to jump at Red X, but Max holds her back before she can get too far.

[Red Trixy]: That's right. Bark louder, you inferior being.

You lean closer to inspect the rest of Red X's suit, and you notice that he has an Omnitrix, like yours. Exactly like yours…

How neat!

[Red X]: Uh, what are you doing?

Red X backs away slowly, clearly creeped out by your inquisitive study.

[Wade]: Just admiring how cool your suit is. We look good in red!

Red X begins to flex pose dramatically in order to model his suit for you.

[Red X]: I know. Looks much better than that garish shade of blue you're sporting there. Makes you look like a pansy.

[Wade]: You think so? Should I change?

[Red X]: Nah, I think it suits you.

He proceeds to snicker under his breath, but you aren't sure why.

[Red Trixy]: Says the guy using the word “garish”.

[Red X]: Hey, fashion is important! If you look stupid, then no one's gonna respect you.

[Red Trixy]: I wouldn’t know, since I don’t wear clothes.

[Wade]: But you are technically an article of clothing. You’re a watch.

[Red X]: See? This guy gets it. You complete my image, Trix.

Red X wraps his arm around your neck and pulls you closer in a friendly manner.

[Red X]: Anyways, I’m gonna bounce. You wanna come with? We can hit the town and paint it red!

>”Shouldn’t we be figuring out how to reverse this instead?”
>”Sure, that sounds fun!”
>”I dunno. We really should be interrogating this panda for more information, right now.”
>”Pardon my intrusive behavior, but I don’t think it’d be such a good idea for you to go anywhere while under the effects of this spell.”
>Write-in.

>>3767593
>”Sure, that sounds fun!”

>>3767593
>>”Shouldn’t we be figuring out how to reverse this instead?”
>"Cause I feel like the longer we stay like this it'll be worse in the long run."

Good news! I will be running sessions again on weekends! That includes this weekend at 5pm EDT. And if my schedule allows for it, I'll try to run sessions a few days out of the week.

If another vote isn't posted before this thread is archived, I will roll a 1d2 to decide the outcome.

>>3767593
>>>”Shouldn’t we be figuring out how to reverse this instead?”
>>"Cause I feel like the longer we stay like this it'll be worse in the long run."

>>3770173
>>3771403
but it sure would be fun to paint this boring town with a nice red color but please dont kill anyone it would stain everything and smell bad dont want to ruin your clothes and look like a slob (trying to convince him to not kill anyone or its just regular painting )

>>3770173
>>3771403
>>3771408
Cool. I'll write for this option and post it when the next thread is up on Saturday.

Once again, thanks for playing!

In the meantime, have an excerpt...

Meanwhile, in Wade’s past...

Eunice sits at her computer and writes a report on her progress with curing the Spectraphage. She’s managed to cure Z’Skay’r(The one in the Omnitrix) and several other Ectonurites. But it’s proving difficult to administer a cure to their native planet as a whole. None of them are reasonable enough to volunteer for the procedure, and it’s no easy task to capture large quantities of them within containment cells. And then there is the matter of the “Lady in Wight”, as Wade likes to call her.

She’s been rallying rogue Ectonurites behind a cause dedicated to taking back their independence. You’ve heard her speeches before. It’s nothing but psycho babble about learning from their “Heritage” and living up to their ancestor’s greatness. But somehow, she’s managed to recruit a hefty amount of them within a few weeks. At least 51% of the planet’s population to be exact. This is gonna be a tough one...

[Azmuth]: Eunice!

[Eunice]: Gah!

A monitor displaying Azmuth’s face drops down from the ceiling, portraying his signature scowl and scaring the dickens out of her. She nearly drops her favorite mug in the process!

[Eunice]: W-what is it?

[Azmuth]: I need your help with something. Come upstairs.

[Eunice]: But I’m almost done with-

Azmuth narrows his eyes and glares at Eunice with an agitated look on his face.

[Azmuth]: Now.

Azmuth terminates the transmission, and Eunice sighs deeply as she leaves her lab to attend to her boss’s needs. At this rate, she’ll never get her work done.

She steps onto a hovering platform, and waits for it to lift her up onto the top floor, where Azmuth is waiting impatiently. But it would be a lie to say that Azmuth was the only impatient one. Eunice was working hard, not for Azmuth;s sake, but for the chance to visit Earth and Wade’s family. She had grown quite(very) fond of him, but found solace in the fact that it was unknown to the object of her affection.

(Cont.)

Once Eunice reaches the top floor, she is nearly blinded by the flash of Azmuth’s DNA chart, an archive of massive proportions that lists and compares the DNA samples held within the Codon Stream.

[Eunice]: What did you need?

[Azmuth]: I’d like you to take a second look at this DNA sample. There’s something quite...unusual about it.

Azmuth sends a holographic display over to her with a lick of his tiny finger.

[Eunice]: YOU’RE taking a second look?! Must be pretty special to-

Eunice freezes when she realizes that the sample seems familiar somehow…

[Eunice]: Wait. This is Wade’s DNA sample…

[Azmuth]: Yes.

[Eunice]: Is something wrong?!

Eunice gets uncomfortably close to Azmuth, who pushes her away with the arms connected to his hovering platform.

[Azmuth]: Probably not. But I have an aching suspicion that Wade’s peculiar DNA may be the reason for his stunted growth.

Eunice becomes worried and confused as she tightens her grip on the hard light projection. She felt as if she were way in over her head. If this mystery managed to stump Azmuth, The First Thinker, then how would she be able to crack it?

(To be continued…)

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