Amidst the hustle and bustle in Wilderbee’s studio, you sit patiently in your green room, leaning back in your chair with one leg crossed over the other. For a while now, the makeup lady has been staring at your mask, possibly wondering if she could possibly do anything to spice up your appearance.

“Be sure to make me look pretty. My family’s gonna be watching this tonight.” you say mockingly, while pointing at your mask. The woman simply rolls her eyes and walks out of the room, seemingly giving up on her fruitless efforts. Once you’ve finally been left alone, you begin rehearsing what you’ll say in your head. Various thoughts begin running through your head. You wonder how you should conduct yourself, what your entrance should be, and where the nearest exits are should this be an elaborate ambush concocted by the village idiot of the Vigilante Corps.

Suddenly, the door swings open, and a woman with pale skin, curly hair and a headset peaks into the room. “3 minutes until we’re live, Mr. X. Are you ready?” she asks.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” you declare while rising from your seat. Before this whole planetary ownership scandal, you’ve never had an interview before, despite the countless offers you’d received over the years. You’ve turned down team invitations, modeling gigs, endorsements, and a few more opportunities to increase your clout at the cost of your soul. But you’ve never needed any of that stuff. Not until now, at least.

You’ve always dreamed of becoming a superhero, but you never thought it would be like this. There’s way too much politics involved, and you’re finding that your values are beginning to shift with each passing day, ever so slightly. You don’t want to become like Wilderbee, a man so vain that his reputation and ratings are all that he thinks about.

But maybe, just maybe, he’s onto something. You’ve been seriously downplaying the kayfabe recently, since you’ve been in the public eye a lot more often. Should you try to spice up your performance and give these guys a show? That’s what they want, right? Maybe they’ll be more inclined to listen to you if you do a little role-play.

As you let these ideas run wild in your head, you suddenly realize that it’s almost time for you to make your entrance.

“But enough about that, folks. Our next guest is a bit of a surprise. He refused to meet with the marketing team or have his name thrown out there before tonight, so whoever’s out there watching right now, consider yourself lucky, because you’re about to witness history in the making!” Wilderbee shouts as he claps his hands together. “You know him, you love him, you might love him a little less as of late, and he’s probably saved your life 15 times just in the time it took you to use the bathroom in the studio…” he says, causing the audience to break out into laughter. “Put your hands together, for ‘X’!!!” he screams.

(Cont.)

“It’s Showtime...” you say, while taking a deep breath. How do you make your entrance?

>Create a clone of your suit and have it walk on stage alongside you.
>Fly down from the rafters and do a dramatic hero landing.
>Ride your bike onto the stage and show off some of your sick moves!
>Transform into an alien and show off a little bit.(Which one?)
>Casually walk onto the stage and sit down. You want to show these people that you’re a normal person like they are.
>Jump out in a puff of smoke and mist.
>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

>>4298410
>>Casually walk onto the stage and sit down. You want to show these people that you’re a normal person like they are.

>>4298410
>Create a clone of your suit and have it walk on stage alongside you.
>Casually walk onto the stage and sit down. You want to show these people that you’re a normal person like they are, that just happens to have access to a lot of cool toys!

>>4298410
>Casually walk onto the stage and sit down. You want to show these people that you’re a normal person like they are.
The whole point of us being here is trying the public to see eye to eye with us.

What happened to the Discord link qm? I've been waiting for this thread so i can try getting a non dead link, but now you have me worried

>>4298530
No offense mate, but i think showing off the clone trick is a bad idea, what with the Mud aliens doing character assasination, we would loose any alibi we have since this lets us be in many places at once.

>>4298441
>>4299448
Writing...

And with that, you casually walk onto the stage, wave at the audience on your way, shake Wilderbee’s hand, and sit down across from him in a laid back, comfy chair. No fancy tricks and no showing off. It’s probably a bit disappointing for the host and audience, but it doesn’t seem to kill the excitement radiating from them. Nor does it kill the thunderous applause that has you and Wilderbee waiting before you’re able to speak.

After about a minute and a half, the applause finally dies down. The host seemed like he was getting pretty tired of waiting, too.

“Thanks for being on the show, X. But as you can clearly see, I took a huge risk bringing someone as unpopular as you are on the set.” Wilderbee says, which elicits a wave of boos and jeers from his viewers. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding.” he says, while laughing. “But honestly, it’s great to have you here. Really wish you would’ve given me some time to set up a net, or a screen or something. The bra of every woman in the audience is gonna be flying your way in a minute. It’s gonna be like Warped Tour up in here.” the jovial vigilante says with a grin.

“With my reputation, there’s probably gonna be a few rocks mixed in there though, right?” you ask with a lighthearted tone.

“Is that what the girls are stuffing their bras with these days?” Wilderbee asks as he leans over his desk to whisper in a slightly hushed tone. The audience is absolutely loving you two right now! You’re a natural.

“Okay, alright, we should probably calm down. My contract says that I’m legally obligated to be serious and political at least twice a year.” Wilderbee declares, while shuffling the papers on his desk and clearing his throat. “So, you’ve been a pretty hot topic on the net for about a week now. And this is because of, as we all know, the whole ‘owning the planet’ thing.” he remarks, earning you some mixed reactions from the crowd.

“We saw your brief statement with Darcy Drew, but not everyone was satisfied with that answer. In fact, why don’t we replay that right now?” he says, reaching for a remote and pointing it at a large flatscreen tv behind you. You see the footage that Darcy’s crew managed to get after your battle with The Great One, as well as the documentation of your quarreling with the County Police, US Military and Plumbers. And finally, the video ends with you answering Darcy’s question before you leave.

“Now, we’re not gonna make you repeat yourself here, but I do think we deserve a bit of elaboration.” he states, while the audience wholeheartedly agrees with him. Where are you going with this, Wilderbee?

(Cont.)

“After the Incursean Invasion, the Trial of the Demon, and the arrival of a giant tick, there're a lot of people out there who are losing faith in the cops and Vigilante Corps due to their inability to protect them. A few have even come out to say that one, or both, should be abolished. What are your thoughts on that?” he asks with a straight face.

>”We need both. Neither side could prosper without the other. Unless you feel like filling out paperwork every time after you bust a bad guy.”
>”Aww, come on. No mention of Providence or Time-Out? How many babies did they have to kiss in order to avoid PR backlash?”
>”If they feel that way, then maybe we need to establish better communication between the community, the police departments and the Vigilante Corps. We’re all in this together.”
>”The police aren’t exactly equipped to handle the stuff that’s coming at them these days. If anything, I’d say that we should allow Metahumans and aliens to join their ranks.”
>"See, this is why I've been saying that we should allow the Plumbers to help us out a little more. They might be aliens with big guns, but they're here to protect us."
>"We both work for the Vigilante Corps. We both know how valuable the organization is, and how much it benefits Bellwood."
>Write-in.

>>4299809
>>”We need both. Neither side could prosper without the other. Unless you feel like filling out paperwork every time after you bust a bad guy.”
>”If they feel that way, then maybe we need to establish better communication between the community, the police departments and the Vigilante Corps. We’re all in this together.”
>"The plumbers can help out as well, especially if whoever the criminal is wanted within other areas than just Earth."

Rolled 71 (1d100)

rolling

>>4299815
Support

>>4299815
>>”We need both. Neither side could prosper without the other. Unless you feel like filling out paperwork every time after you bust a bad guy.”
>>”If they feel that way, then maybe we need to establish better communication between the community, the police departments and the Vigilante Corps. We’re all in this together.”
>>"The plumbers can help out as well, especially if whoever the criminal is wanted within other areas than just Earth."

>>4299815
>>4299905
>>4300004
Writing...

>>4299884
Appreciate it, bud

“We need both. Neither side could prosper without the other. That is unless you feel like doing a mountain of paperwork every time you bust a bad guy.” you say in a nonchalant tone of voice, causing the audience to break into laughter.

“Well that goes without saying, but let’s be real here. There’s no way the cops can do what you or I can do. It’s completely understandable for someone to feel safer around a yahoo in bright, colorful tights than a man in uniform.” Wilderbee says with a smirk.

“Well if they feel that way, then maybe we need to establish better communication between the community, the Vigilante Corps and the local police departments. We’re all in this together.” you declare with your fist raised into the air. The audience seems to like your idea as well. “And you know what? The Plumbers can help out too. Especially if the criminal is wanted off-world, or tries to flee from the planet.” you add. However, you notice the audience’s enthusiasm dying down considerably.

“X, I get what you’re saying, and I’m right there with you. I was right there with you when you were dishing out those inspirational speeches about coexistence. And things have gotten much more colorful around here ever since our alien friends showed up, am I right?” Wilderbee inquires with his arms spread wide. The crowd cheers for his scripted PC statement before becoming silent once more. “But do you really think it’s a good idea to bring alien ‘Law Enforcement’ to Earth, too? I mean, I don’t think it’s impossible, but I feel like we’re introducing too much change all at once. We’ve barely had time to get used to the new laws imposed by the Vigilante Corps, and now we have to live by the laws imposed by some…’Galactic Overlord’?” he asks dramatically.

b“It’s a council, actually. And they’re still working on things on their end.” you admit. “Their laws aren’t all that different from ours. Stay out of trouble, and you won’t have to worry about anything. They can’t change the laws of our society without our permission.”

You hear some murmuring amidst the crowd as you reveal a little tidbit that you’d thought they were already aware of. Does no one do research anymore?

“I see your point. But, this wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you’re a member of their organization, would it?” Wilderbee questions with a discerning glance. You hear a couple of instigators getting riled up in the audience as you think of your next move. You’ve never seen Wilderbee this aggressive. But that’s probably because you don’t really watch his show.

“I’m a Deputized Agent, which is sort of a special position.” you say while wiggling your fingers. “I go where the danger is and stop it from growing out of control. I have the authority to arrest people, but I rarely do unless I have no other options.”

(Cont.)

“So you get around. Playing all the fields. I like it!” Wilderbee says, returning to his normal jovial self. “But let’s get back to that topic we brought up earlier. In that interview, you said that you bought the Earth in order to end the Incursean Invasion. So, correct me if I’m wrong, but you swore to retain ownership of our planet so that no one else would get it?” Wilderbee asks.

“That’s right, WB. If I didn’t own it, then some other sleazebag might take advantage of you guys. Some of you may not trust me, but just know that I have your best interests in mind.” you answer, wholeheartedly.

“Well, what does owning a planet actually allow you to do? Because I have no idea what that means. And I think that’s where a lot of the mass anxiety is coming from, you know?” Wilderbee suggests. The audience seems to agree with a resounding “Yes!”.

What do you say?

>”I don’t know, and I don’t wanna know. I think it’s better that way.”
>”Let’s ask Trixy. She’d probably know.”
>”This seems like something we should discuss in private. Do you really want to let the bad guys know what they could do with the planet if they ever got their hands on that deed?”
>”Considering the planet’s relatively low tech level, it’s more of an investment at the moment.”
>”Write-in.

>>4300269
>”I don’t know, and I don’t wanna know. I think it’s better that way.”

>>4300269
>“All I know and I really want to know is that it gives me the right to defend this planet from intergalactic threats.”

>>4300269
>>“All I know and I really want to know is that it gives me the right to defend this planet from intergalactic threats.”

>>4300383
>>4300466
Writing...

“The only thing I know, and the only thing I want to know, is that it allows me to defend this planet from intergalactic threats. It’s kinda like punishing people for trespassing.” you say with one leg crossed over the other.

“So...basically what you’ve been doing this whole time.” Wilderbee states with his hands tightly clasped together.

“That’s right, WB. Nothing’s changed. My priorities and responsibilities are the same as when I started this job. So long as I live and breathe, I won’t let anything happen to you guys.” you declare, causing the audience to erupt into a thunderous applause. Reminding these people of what you stand for is the whole point of this interview. So long as you can do that, everything else is just fluff.

“Well, it doesn’t get any better than that, folks. It was a real pleasure to have you on the show, and I’m sure everyone in the audience agrees.” he says, taking a slight pause in order to let them cheer. “But unfortunately, that’s all the time we’ve got. Coming up, we sit down with Red Dot Sight, the vigilante that’s not allowed to look women in the eye, since he’ll make them go blind. And later, we discuss the topic of whether Speedsters deserve to make an entire day’s wage in five minutes. We’ll be right back, folks.” he says, wrapping up his interview in a succinct and concise manner. While the camera pans out, the two of you wave to the audience, shake hands and chat for a bit, before you retreat behind the curtains. You never knew Wilderbee could act this mature and professional. Your opinion of him has risen, if only by a little bit.

“Hey, that was an awesome show! You’re a natural, X.” Wilderbee exclaims, while patting you on the back. “I know you probably can’t stay, but if you wanted to, I could really use a co-host like you for tonight. The fans will love it!” he offers.

What do you say?

>”Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to stay a little longer.”
>”So long as it gives me the opportunity to clear things up a bit more and improve my reputation, I don’t mind.”
>”Sorry, but I’ve got people to get back to tonight.”
>”Being in the spotlight for this long really isn’t my thing. Thanks for having me on your show, though.”
>”It’s too dangerous for me to stay here any longer. Now that everyone knows where I am, your studio might be attacked by some crazed lunatic.”
>Write-in.

>>4300600
>"Every once in a while wouldn't be too bad. Although not tonight, sort of got plans for after my segment."

>>4300607
+1

>>4300607
Supporting

>>4300607
>>4300616
>>4300704
Writing...

“Every once in a while wouldn’t be too bad. But not tonight. Kinda got some plans later.” you say in a nonchalant tone.

“Well, you can’t blame a guy for ask-” he says with a seated expression, before pausing abruptly. “Wait, what’d you say?!” he shouts, as you roll your eyes.

“You surprised me tonight. And it was kinda fun being on your show. I wouldn’t mind coming back as a guest or co-host.” you state, crossing your arms and allowing your eyes to wander around the studio.

“Oh man, this is unreal! You won’ regret this pal.” Wilderbee exclaims while furiously shaking your hand. After you say your goodbyes and sneak out through the back, you call your bike back and chart a course back home. Hopefully the exposure from Wilderbee’s show and Birdie’s video will help you out a bit.

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A few minutes later, you’re racing down the city streets, bobbing and weaving through traffic, your hands tightly gripping the handlebars of your bike as you give it a little more gas. But suddenly, your momentum is abruptly halted by some black, stringy projectile that flew in from the corner of your vision and entangled your front wheel. Soon after, you’re flung from your bike, and sent tumbling into open traffic.

As you roll and slide along the pavement, the sparks created from the friction begin to cloud your vision. The whole experience is extremely disorienting.

“Proximity warning!” Trixy shouts. And you look up just in time to spot a large truck rolling towards you at full speed. In an instant, you tuck your head to your chest, grip the back of your head and dig your heel into the pavement, causing your body to swing out of the truck’s path. That was way too close!

As soon as you try to get up, another car slides towards you. And another after that!

That’s when you see it. A brief flash in the distance, sending a beam of plasma through the car’s tires. These shots are well calculated, and are obviously meant to use these innocent people against you.

You slide over the first car, only to slam into the next one. But before the last car can send you flying, you manipulate the armor plates installed in your breastplate, allowing you to form a pair of slender, yet sturdy spider legs. You lift yourself up into the air, carefully stepping over the cars that were sent hurtling towards you.

“Proximity warning!” Trixy shouts once more.

>Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>4300855

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>4300855

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>4300855

>>4300969
I, I tried p/

>>4300871
>>4300888
>>4300969
Writing...

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>53

Right as you look up, a large net is cast over your body, most likely propelled by some sort of gas powered rifle. You struggle against the deceptively heavy net, only to be sent tumbling back down to the pavement by some sort of powerful electric shock. The current must be running through the net, but you’re unsure as to how it’s interfering with your suit’s systems. You find yourself unable to properly control your limbs, even the artificial ones. And if the spasms weren’t enough, your HUD and sensors are all out of whack!

Just then, a plethora of small, silvery orbs roll onto the street and surround the area, stopping just short of touching you while remaining evenly spaced from one another.

And immediately afterwards, a small dart flies towards your head and plants itself into a nearby car door.

“Hello, old friend. You miss me?” says a voice being projected from the dart’s built-in speaker. That voice...it sounds so familiar, but you can’t place it. It’s deep and vibrant. Almost as if someone were speaking through a fan. But there’s also the possibility of him modifying it in order to avoid being caught.

“Trixy, run vocal recognition.” you demand, through labored grunts. You think you can hear her confirming your order, but you can barely hear her through the static in your helmet.

“Don’t remember me? Oh, I’m hurt…” he says mockingly.

“Oh, you’re gonna be after I get my hands on you.” you declare in an attempt to be intimidating. But judging from the light chuckle on the other side of the line, it doesn’t seem to be working.

“You humans are such interesting prey. You’re actually WEAKER in a herd than when you’re alone. So much needless self sacrifice, so little independent thinking.” he gloats.

Okay, so he’s an alien, and most likely a Bounty Hunter. That narrows it down a bit.

“Trixy, check the Galactic Bounty Hunting registry for any matches.” you mumble. Don’t want to tip him off just yet. “What do you want?” you finally ask the voice.

“I want a duel. No suit, no tricks, and no Omnitrix.” he demands. That’s a pretty tall order. “And if you don’t comply…” he says, while activating the silvery objects laying around you, causing them to glow red and beep at a steady pace. “Well, you can figure out the rest.” he continues, laughing to himself all the while.

You’re getting a little tired of these generic bad guy antics. But on the bright side, Trixy’s search came up positive. And judging from the results, it looks like your old pal Khyber has come back to visit.

(Cont.)

What do you say?

>”Fine, I’ll agree to your terms. Just don’t hurt anyone else.”
>”What do you stand to gain from all this?”
>”Wouldn’t there be more glory to gain from beating me with all of my tools at my disposal?”
>"We met before, right? If you couldn't beat me before, I don't see how this time will be any different."
>”No deal. Fight me like a man, Khyber!” Transform into an alien and attempt to get out of this situation. (Which one?)
>Keep him talking and have Trixy trace the signal.
>Have a tiny drone collect the orbs while you remain “trapped”.
>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

>>4301358
>"Is it to the death? I would assume you proving your superiority to me would be enough."
>”Fine, I’ll agree to your terms. Just don’t hurt anyone else.”
>Keep him busy (by participating in the duel or otherwise) and have Trixy trace the signal.
This is the "Call for help" option right? If so, i would call for backup only if:
-It is a duel to the death
-He's about to hurt an innocent

Honestly i dont mind getting our ass possibly beat if it satisfies him enough to not endanger anyone and leave us alone for a while. Pride isnt everything.

>>4301379
Support
Acting a bit could help

>>4301359
>Keep him talking and have Trixy trace the signal.

>>4301359
>>4301379
Supporting.

>>4301379
>>4301534
>>4301536
>>4301538
Writing...

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“This duel. Is it to the death? I would assume that you proving your superiority would be enough.” you ask.

“It wouldn’t be a proper duel otherwise. I can assure you that one of us won’t be walking away from this alive.” Khyber reveals. And with that confirmation, you signal Trixy to trace the signal and call for backup. It was stupid of Khyber to attack you out in the open, especially when this city is practically crawling with vigilantes.

“Fine, I’ll agree to your terms. Just don’t hurt anyone else.” you declare. Just then, the electrified net deactivates and releases its grip on you. Once you remove it, you hear Khyber laughing on the other end of the line.

“Excellent! Our battle will be legendary!” he celebrates. So all you have to do is keep him busy until backup arrives. Hopefully you don’t die before then.

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

You follow the directions that he gave you, until you arrive at a dried up waterway beneath a nearby bridge. Under the cover of darkness, the huntsman creeps out ever so slowly, spear in hand and a rifle slung over his shoulder. Now that you’re seeing him in person, you remember meeting this guy a long time ago. If your memory serves you right, he was one of the many assassins that had rudely interrupted your date with Julie. Man is that a throwback.

When his red pupils rest upon your figure, he exhales deeply through the gills in his neck.

“I see you had no trouble following my directions. Now let’s see if you can follow the rules that I set.” he says, pointing to your belt. You’d removed your armor before arriving, leaving only your mask and exposing the rest of your vulnerable human form. You’re glad that you decided to wear clothes under your suit tonight.

You tap the Omnitrix a few times, issuing a non-verbal command for it to detach from your waist and slither off to a safe space in your pocket. “Happy?” you ask, with a hint of frustration in your voice.

“I’m absolutely thrilled. Shall we begin?” he proposes as he raises his spear. You nod and raise your sword in response.

At first glance, he doesn’t appear to have booby trapped the place, but looks can be deceiving.

What do you do?

>Try out the Earth Stance. You’re not trying to kill anybody tonight.
>Sweep his feet with a mana construct.
>Bait him into attacking first and counter with Water Stance. You plan to fight defensively until backup arrives.
>Stun him with a bright flash from your mask’s lenses.
>Overwhelm with the Fire Stance. Don’t give him any room to breathe.
>Hit him with a Firebolt!
>Make him lose focus by talking trash. (Write-in.)
>Write-in.

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

>>4301910
>>Try out the Earth Stance. You’re not trying to kill anybody tonight.

>>4301910
>Try out the Earth Stance. You’re not trying to kill anybody tonight.

>>4302190
+1
Mix in mana? Like do a small construct to offset his footing/balance

>>4301923
>>4302190
>>4302307
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>4302336
Earth stance time!

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>4302336
Rollan

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>>4302456
Guess we didnt need backup afterall.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>4302336

>>4302376
>>4302456
>>4302483
Good shit! Writing...

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>87

You tighten your grip on the hilt, lowering the edge of your blade below your waist, the tip just barely touching the ground. Khyber grunts aggressively and charges at you with his spear poised to strike. But as soon as he gets within range, you slash him across his chest, destroying the bone armor breastplate that he had equipped.

Khyber backs away quickly, grasping at his injured chest, only to find that he had in fact not been injured at all. Only a slight graze was left as evidence of the attack. His confusion is immediately apparent, but your expression and stance does not shift in the slightest. You are as immovable as the Earth, and no matter what sort of punishment your opponent dishes out, you will not spill any blood tonight.

Once more, Khyber advances on you with his weapon raised to the air. But instead of dodging, you stand your ground and parry his blade with an upward slash. This knocks him back for a moment, allowing you to swing at his neck, while applying crushing force. Khyber falls to the ground gasping desperately in a manner unbefitting of a hunter of his caliber. At least you think so.

“Need a break? It’s totally okay if you do.” you say mockingly. The huntsman growls in response, before rising to his feet and pointing the tip of his spear at your chest.

“That was just a warm up.” he says without a hint of decency.

“Uh-huh.” you reply, sounding completely unconvinced. That remark earns you an even deeper growl, dripping with venom.

“That being said, you’ve landed a few good hits on me. I think that earns you one saved structure.” he states while pulling out a detonator.

“What’s that now?” you ask, completely dumbfounded.

“I’ve armed the surrounding buildings with explosives. The more hits you get on me, the more structures you save. But if I get any hits on you…” he says, allowing his finger to hover over the trigger. “Well, you can figure out the rest.” he teases with a sinister laugh. “Now, on to Round 2.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal!” you shout. Just then, your sensors pick up a sharp whistle from Khyber’s gills, which is immediately followed by a deep growl coming from behind. Looking back, your rear view camera picks up what you assume to be Khyber’s hunting hound. The moonlight reflects off it’s blue scales, while your back is reflected in its deep red eyes.

“Heh. The deal’s been altered.” Kyber smirks.

>Switch to Fire Stance and break his spear.
>Switch to Water Stance and counter all of his upcoming attacks.
>Steal his detonator away with a mana bubble.
>Trick Khyber’s dog into diving at her master.
>Summon Slate to deal with Khyber’s hound.
>He’s already cheating. You should do the same.(Write-in)
>Remain in Earth Stance. It’s been working great so far.
>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

>>4302568
>>Summon Slate to deal with Khyber’s hound.
>Remain in Earth Stance. It’s been working great so far.

>>4302632
Support, but i would add that we:
>Stay on the defensive, attack only if the opponent makes a mistake.

>>4302568
So
>>Summon Slate to deal with Khyber's hound.
>Switch to Water Stance and counter all of his upcoming attacks.
Basically these 2
>>4302632
>>4302650

>>4302632
>>4302650
>>4302695
Roll 1d100+10, bo3!

Rolled 62 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4302697

>>4302704
Hmm not bad & Hey Gal, have a nice day.

Rolled 46 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4302697

>>4302697
Wanna try rolling Gal, to get the story going?

Rolled 51 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

rolling dice again to move things along

>>4302704
>>4302718
>>4302869
Taking these. I'll begin writing shortly.

>>4302705
And I'm having a pretty good day so far. Thanks for asking. Hope you have an even better one.

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>72

“If you’re gonna change the rules, then so am I.” you say, reaching deep into your pocket to produce Slate’s backup totem. “Come on out, boy!” you shout, while tossing the totem to the ground, causing it to unfold and expand, until it’s reached the size of a baby elephant.

Upon being summoned, he looks around excitedly, wagging his nonexistent tail, so to speak. But when he spots Zed behind you, he utters a deep growl, crouches low to the ground and pounces onto the alien beast. While the two of them have a duel of their own, you bring your eyes forward in order to focus on your own.

Once more, Khyber lunges at you with his spear in hand. But this time, he tosses a pair of bolas at you. It takes very little effort on your part to slice the bolas in half, giving you just enough time to interrupt the huntsman’s advance by deflecting his initial lunge, followed by a series of quick jabs. And as soon as you see an opportunity, you perform a lunge of your own, nailing him right in the solar plexus and pushing him far away from you in the process.

Khyber slides backwards, clutching his chest and coughing up a pale, blue liquid that you assume is blood.

Oh man, you didn’t think you hit him that hard…

“You’re good…” Khyber mutters, violently coughing between breaths. “But you see...I’ve already won.” he says, brandishing the detonator and pressing the trigger.

Just then, multiple explosions of an impressive magnitude are heard, felt and seen throughout the city. That liar!

“What did you do?!” you shout, pointing the tip of your blade at him.

The defeated huntsman just laughs, his gills oozing the very pale liquid that was spilling from his mouth. “Honestly, I think I just ended your career.” he says with a small chuckle, only to be interrupted by him spitting up an insane amount of blood. As it splatters all over the ground, some of it gets on your clothes and mask. “Better hurry...clock’s...ticking…” he says mockingly, before collapsing to the ground in a bloody heap.

“Scans show that the target is deceased. I’m sorry, Wade.” Trixy declares. His chest isn’t moving. Heart isn’t beating either. There’s no way that you hit him that hard! This stance is supposed to prevent people from dying!

You hear a yelp, and upon looking back, you see Slate tossing Khyber’s hound to the side. But before you can order your dog to do anything else, Zed flees the scene with a high pitched whimper. The sounds of screams and nearby sirens cause you to go into a panic. Backup has almost arrived.

(Cont.)

What do you do?

>Use your arc gauntlets as a defibrillator. He can’t be dead!
>Hide the body. Reinforcements are coming soon, and this isn’t a good look for you.
>Rush to the aid of the citizens that might be suffering from Khyber’s attack.
>Follow Khyber’s hound. You’re curious as to where it could possibly be going.
>Maybe one of your aliens can get you out of this mess. (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

>>4302992
>>Rush to the aid of the citizens that might be suffering from Khyber’s attack.

>>4302992
>>4303004
Also
>Alert people to that a villain/terrorist blew up the buildings, and the fact he might be faking his death and might have a way to revive himself

>>4302992

Supporting >>430300. >>4303010

>>4303004
>>4303010
>>4303410
Writing...

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First things first, you’ve got to get to the buildings that Khyber’s blown up. You lightly pat your pocket, signaling Trixy to reattach the Omnitrix to your waist. As it crawls around your body in its liquid metallic form, you quickly slide its faceplate open, before selecting Bloodrush from your Top 10. He should be more than fast enough to help whoever’s been trapped or injured by Khyber’s explosives.

In a brief flash of violet light, your body undergoes a drastic change in mere milliseconds, allowing you to transform into Bloodrush without wasting any time at all!

You flap your wings, launching yourself into the air like a surface-to-air missile, creating shock-waves in your wake.

“Wade, what will you do about Khyber?” Trixy inquires.

“Alert everyone to the fact that he’s the terrorist behind the bombings. Order everyone to evacuate if possible, and inform the authorities that he most likely has a way of reviving himself.” you order.

“Do you think that is possible? My scans did not pick up any brain activity.” Trixy says, sounding perplexed.

“Oh, I’m sure of it. There’s no way that Khyber does that without a way to bounce back. I’m not letting him pin this on me.” you say with cold determination.

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After arriving at the closest affected area, you’re surprised to find that no one has actually died from this attack. It takes you a minute to evacuate the people inside, but aside from minor bruises, burns and disorientation, The bomb didn’t do a terrible amount of structural damage.

As soon as you get the civilians to safety, you fly on over to the next location, which appears to have similar circumstances. No deaths, and minor injuries. No big deal, but it’s flashy enough to incite panic and attract attention.

By the time that you’ve reached the third and final location, you come to realize that this pattern has been intentionally set. There are far too many convenient coincidences for this non-existent fatality rate. These bombs were likely set so that no one would get seriously injured or killed. But why would he do that?

You guess the only way to do that would be to go ask him.

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As soon as you’ve made sure that evacuations have been completed, you return to the scene of you and Khyber’s duel, where a mass of police officers, Plumbers and vigilantes now stand waiting for the medic to give his diagnosis.

Their eyes flicker over to you right as you land, just in time for Omnitrix to cancel your transformation and return you to your human form. For a brief moment, they catch a brief glimpse of your blood-stained clothing, right before you can equip your Techadon armor once more. The gasps and murmurs echo and ripple throughout the crowd as they silently part to form a straight path between you and the medic.

(Cont.)

As you approach the tiny creature, four of his many eyes dart in your direction, but his hands don't stop moving. He gives you a tiny nod and makes his Plumber’s badge visible from your perspective.

“What’s the situation?” you ask him. Before answering you, he runs the scanner over his body once more in order to double check his diagnosis.

“It would appear that the Huntsman has turned himself into a walking bomb. His cybernetics have been set to rupture his organs with the use of powerful sound waves. His heart has been shredded, most of his implants have been deactivated, and his brain activity has ceased. Chances of him coming back from this are slim-to-none.” the medic reveals.

Everyone’s eyes fall on you. What do you say?

>”Check and see if he had any brain implants. Maybe it has some data left on it.”
>”This still smells fishy to me. Can you keep an eye on him for a while. Maybe hold in some sort of containment pod?”
>”It wasn’t my fault! He sorta just keeled over and croaked.”
>”Can we try and see what those implants are designed to do? One of them might be capable of bringing him back to life.”
>"Keep searching. There has to be something that he's hiding."
>Use one of your aliens. (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

>>4303746
>"Check and see if he had any brain implants. Maybe it has some data left in it."
>"Can we try and see what those implants are designed to do? One of them might be capable of bringing him back to life."
>"Keep searching. There has to be something that he's hiding, also someone keep an eye on him and make sure doesn't move."

>>4303746
>>"Check and see if he had any brain implants. Maybe it has some data left in it."
>>"Can we try and see what those implants are designed to do? One of them might be capable of bringing him back to life."
>>"Keep searching. There has to be something that he's hiding, also someone keep an eye on him and make sure doesn't move."

>>4303746
>”Check and see if he had any brain implants. Maybe it has some data left on it.”
>Write-in. “Trixy, something seems fishy. Put in a call to Rad Dudesman, ask him to hire Kyber for a job, any job, we’ll foot the bill somehow!”

>>4303915
>>4303943
Writing...

“Check and see if he had any brain implants. Maybe it has some data left on it.” you propose. The medic fiddles with his scanner and points the beam towards Khyber’s skull. After a few seconds, the scanner detects a small implant placed along his brain stem.

“Active implant detected.” the tiny medic states.

“Let’s see what we can pull from it…” says a tall, yet slender cyclops with purple skin. He kneels down, before pulling a long cable from his wrist, with a small black disk attached to it. It almost looks like a stethoscope.

He attaches the disk to the back of Khyber’s neck, and pulls out a datapad, which he fiddles with for about a minute. “Alright, there’s some recently logged data stored on this thing. Let’s check it out.” the technician says. He pulls up a holographic display, which replays the events of Khyber’s ambush and your duel with him. However, the details of which have been drastically altered and exaggerated. During the recording, you were made to look much more aggressive and bloodthirsty than you really were. If anything, you were fighting defensively the entire time!

“That’s not what happened. He must have tampered with it somehow, or maybe he created this footage before the ambush even happened.” you say, feeling very confused by this turn of events. The whispers and glances from the people surrounding you are becoming more and more skeptical.

“Can we try and see what those implants are designed to do? One of them might be capable of bringing him back to life.” you declare. The medic and technician exchange worried glances for a moment, before shrugging and returning to their work.

“Most of ‘em are fried, but I managed to find some interesting ones in here. There’s an implant in his neck that acts as a vocal modulator. It can change someone’s voice, or at least finely tune it.” the technician says.

“Is that how he was doing that whistle thing?” you consider with a hand placed on your chin.

“That is incorrect. Most, if not every, Zaroffian is capable of utilizing their gills to create noises of varying pitch and volume.” the medic reveals. Then why would he have one?

“Seems like he’s made some serious mods to increase his muscle density, and even his bone structure. These were installed recently too…” the technician says with an inquisitive expression. “He’s got ocular implants to increase his visual acuity, but they also look like they were meant to change the way his eyes look in general.”

“Not only that, but his brain chemistry is most unusual. It is unlike any other that I’ve seen from your average Zaroffian. I believe…” the medic says, pausing to double check something from his datapad. “This could be a different species altogether.”

(Cont.)

Wait, hold on. So Khyber’s been getting some serious work done, and he still lost miserably. He didn’t seem any stronger than he was when you’d fought him a year ago, so you don’t see why he would do any of this. There has to be some deeper meaning here.

“But aside from that, the rest of his cybernetics got fried along with his mind and body. I'm afraid there’s no coming back from this…” the technician states with a grim expression. The murmurs from the onlooking vigilantes and police officers begin to increase in volume and frequency. None of this makes sense.

“Wade, I have picked up a transponder signal from the implant attached to his brain stem. I might just be able to track it to its last transmitted location.” Trixy reveals.

“Thanks, that helps a lot.” you thank your A.I. “Keep searching. There has to be something that he’s hiding. Also, keep an eye on him and make sure that he doesn’t move.” you demand, before storming off and calling your bike to your side. But right before you can mount it, you’re stopped by a cop that you vaguely recognize. You think he was the one that you’d met during the Rogue Element’s attack on the Time-Out facility.

“Hold on a minute, son. We might need you to stay behind and answer some questions for us. It’s more of a formality than anything.” he says with a non-threatening expression. But you’re not so sure that his buddies share the same sentiment.

>”Sorry, but I’ve got some leads to chase. If you want to know anything else, the Plumbers are here to help.”
>”Maybe some other time. I need to check something out.”
>”...Fine.”
>”What, you guys don’t believe me? My mask recorded the fight if you want to look over the footage. I'm sure that you'll see it contradicts what Khyber's got.”
>”I’ll swing by the station first thing tomorrow. But first, I need to take care of a few things.”
>Write-in.

And if you do leave, where are you going?

>Tracking down that signal should be your first priority.
>Home. You need to rest, recollect your thoughts, and get Pyth0n in on this investigation.
>The nearest Plumber facility. You need to make sure that you end up on the right side of this investigation.
>Write-in.

>>4304285
>>”What, you guys don’t believe me? My mask recorded the fight if you want to look over the footage. I'm sure that you'll see it contradicts what Khyber's mind conditioned body double got.”
>Point to the nearest plumber "Alert everyone to watch for any ship leaving the atmosphere. Now that his mission has been acomplished, the actual Khyber might be trying to leave."
>Once everyone is satisfied try and search for the signal with some back up

>>4304285
>>4304294
Actually, before the last thing happens
>Turn into Monitor Lizard to confirm if Khyber's dog and the signal are the same direction

>>4304294
>>4304309
+1

>>4304294
>>4304309
>>4304515
Writing...

“What, you guys don’t believe me? My mask recorded the fight if you want to look over the footage. I’m sure you’ll see it contradicts with whatever Khyber’s mind controlled body double got.” you say, while pulling a chip out of the side of your helmet and placing it in the officer’s hands. At this point, you’re thoroughly convinced that this isn’t the real Khyber. He must have sent some look-alike after you for some reason. Probably to ruin your reputation. But still, you aren’t sure why he’d go to such extensive lengths to do so.

“You.” you say, pointing to the nearest Plumber. “Alert everyone to the possibility of a Khyber being alive. Watch the skies and let me know if any ships are trying to leave the planet. I think the Huntsman might be trying to make a run for it.” you declare. The officer appears to be confused, but he salutes you and nods nonetheless.

“Any of you who are available, I could use some backup.” you proclaim. And among the ones that step forward, you recognize all of them but one.

There’s the back alley EMT that fights on the front lines, Sawbones. His sturdy tactical suit, infinitely useful utility belt, genius level intellect and his mastery of several martial arts place him among the top notch vigilantes. You rarely see him because he’s usually cruising around the city in that tricked out, armored ambulance of his, The EVAC. He cycles between sidekicks pretty often, but they’re usually always dressed as nurses.

And standing beside him is the white-haired exercise junkie, Olympia. She comes from some other European country that you can’t remember right now, but what you do know is that she holds several world records for Olympic level performances. Her costume consists of a rather form-fitting leotard and a track jacket. She doesn’t have strong feelings about justice one way or the other, but moonlighting as a vigilante is a nice workout for her.

But as for the one standing behind them, you have no idea who she is. A quick search reveals that the authorities have taken to calling her “Snowblind”, a mysterious ninja with the ability to manipulate the cold. Other than that, not much is known about her. She shows up out of nowhere and disappears just as fast. Talking isn’t her strong suit, either. But speaking of suits, she seems to be sporting a full suit of armor of Chinese inspiration. The vents on her shoulders, arms and legs have sharp ice spikes protruding from them, which you assume she uses as weapons. Although, you have no idea how anyone can move the way she does in armor that heavy.

“This everyone?” you ask.

“As far I can see.” Sawbones replies with a deep, commanding voice.

“Good. Then try to keep up.” you say, bringing your bike around and revving up your engine.

(Cont.)

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“Oh, I’ll do more than that.” Sawbones says with a smirk. “Bring her around, nurse.” he orders while placing a finger to his ear.

“You’ve got it, Dr. Bones!” shouts a perky woman on the other end of the line. Just then, a tank-like ambulance rolls onto the scene with impressive speed. But even more than its size and speed, the deafening siren it emits is truly intimidating. “Your chariot awaits!” says a woman wearing a skimpy nurse’s outfit and a domino mask. She has long blonde hair tied into twin-tails, bright red lipstick and surgical gloves with nail polish painted in place of her actual nails.

“Right on!” you say, before racing off in the distance, with the others following close behind. The EVAC is keeping pace with your bike, while Olympia runs alongside you on foot. Her unnatural speed is a bit unnerving, and she doesn’t even appear to be breaking a sweat. Snowblind, on the other hand, has disappeared in a white whirlwind that she’d conjured up.

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Along the way, you and Sawbones chatted about your run-in with Miss Army Man. Apparently, she’s a member of his Rogue’s Gallery, and he’s constantly performing organ transplants on her in order to keep her under control.

Once you’d gotten to the halfway point, you stopped for a moment and transformed into Monitor Lizard. You were able to confirm that the signal was coming from the same direction that Khyber’s hound had fled towards. Your theory is looking more and more credible by the moment.

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After a few more minutes, you arrive at the location that Trixy had pinged on your map. And from the looks of it, the signal originated from a decrepit, old church with a neighboring cemetery on a rather spacious plot of land. How creepy…

“The signal came from this location, but I don’t see anyone here.” you say, double checking your map in the process.

“H-hey, Dr. Bones? Why don’t we leave it to these guys and call it a night, huh?” Nurse says through chattering teeth.

“You can leave if you want. I’ve still got 3,000 steps left before I can go home.” Olympia says casually, while offering a granola bar to Nurse. But before she can take it, Snowblind arrives in a white whirlwind, similar to the one she had disappeared in earlier.

“So you’ve arrived. Good. That means you’ve taken the first step.” says an eerie voice in the distance that sounds a lot like Khyber’s. “However, I didn’t expect you to be bringing friends.” he growls. His voice sounds like it’s coming from multiple directions at once. Is this some sort of trick? You and the other take up defensive postures in preparation for Khyber’s attack.

(Cont.)

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“No matter. You’ll meet your end here, regardless.” Khyber says with a dry laugh. And that’s when you see it. Not just one Khyber, but multiple. More than you’d bother to count. You’re surrounded by them! Seems like bringing backup was the right call.

In the corner of your eye, you spot Khyber’s hound hastily retreating behind the church. And just as you take your eyes off the army of Khyber’s they begin their assault on your group.

What do you do?

>Transform into an alien. (Which one?)
>Transform into one of your Viral Forms. (Which one?)
>Draw your sword and take a stance (Water, Fire, Earth)
>Create a duplicate and give it an order. (Write-in.)
>Use mana to create a ring of fire around your group in order to stagger the horde.
>Chase after Khyber’s hound while the rest of your team deals with the Huntsmen.
>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

>>4304790
>>Transform into one of your Viral Forms. (Which one?)
Either Snapdragon or Spidermonkey

>>4305050
+1
Spidermonkey seems good

>>4305050
>>4305078
Writing...

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“Looks like I’m gonna have to bust out the big guns! Gimme a Viral Form, Trixy.” you demand with panic in your voice.

“G͓̜̪̐͆̈͝ͅo̺̳͌ȉ͖̺̩̋̈́̉͟n͕͉̂̊̃g̯̰͊͡ ̫̊͞V̗̗͑̚į̨̺̹͑̔̍̕ȑ̫̘̤̂͘a̮̳̻͛͛l̨̥̇͂” Trixy says in a distorted and deep voice, much unlike her usual calm and calculating tone. The hourglass holographic on your faceplate glitches out for a moment, only to be replaced by a biohazard symbol, while your extensive roster of aliens is suddenly reduced to the ten aliens that have beneficial Viral Forms. Among them, you’re curious as to what Viral Spidermonkey can do. He’s already a pretty strong alien, so he should be able to mop the floor with these guys if he gets a buff.

“It’s Showtime!” you shout, as you slam your and down onto your Omnitrix’s core, creating a blinding flash of violet light. In that short period of time, your musculature and bone structure changes drastically to fit that of an Arachnachimp. You sprout another set of arms out of your abdomen, and a thick coat of blue fur covers every inch of your skin. When you open your six, black eyes, you come to find that you’ve become Spidermonkey! However, something feels different…

Suddenly, a set of long, black appendages tear through your flesh like sharp pincers. And the fluid that fluid that flows through your body becomes thick and viscous like mucous. You feel a bit sluggish, and your web fluid production has spiked drastically as a result of this curious reaction within your body. So much so that it’s actually leaking through your wrists and ankles, along with your tail.

You’ve become Viral Spidermonkey!

What do you do?

>Jump into the air and coat the area in webbing with a Web Blossom.
>Put your new venomous pincers to use and fight the Huntsmen head on!
>Lay invisible web traps around the area in order to stagger the horde.
>Snag a nearby tree with your webs, tear it out of the ground and swing it around as a weapon.
>Tear through the horde with an assortment of weaponized web constructs.
>Write-in.

>>4306257
>Lay invisible traps around the area in order to stagger the horde.
>Tear through the horde with an assortment of weaponized web constructs.
>Jump into the air and coat the area in webbing with a Web Blossom. Also might aswell use Venom pincers

>>4306564
Also since there's web fluid leaking, use it to cover the battlefield while after we lay the traps

>>4306568
Forgot to add by jumping through the trees to cover battlefield

>>4306257
>>Lay invisible traps around the area in order to stagger the horde.
>>Tear through the horde with an assortment of weaponized web constructs.
>>Jump into the air and coat the area in webbing with a Web Blossom. Also might aswell use Venom pincers

>>4306564
>>4306568
>>4306574
>>4306613
Roll 1d100+10, bo3!

Rolled 72 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4306722

Rolled 52 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4306722
BIg Doinks please

>>4306732
>>4307289
Taking these. Writing...

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>82

As your first act as Viral Spidermonkey, you leap high into the air, before using every appendage available to you to fire your webs in every which direction. Despite the sluggish feeling you had, your body is moving considerably faster than it ever has when you transformed into this species.

With our superhuman coordination, speed and unique biology, your four armed form moves like a blur in the brief moment that you remain spinning in the air. And while you're at it, you figure that you might as well mix a few transparent webs in there, so that whoever isn’t already glued to the ground or wrapped in a cocoon can struggle to break free of your pesky adhesive traps. And on a dark night like this, you feel like you’re about to have a whole bunch of trapped little flies walking into your webs.

Even after you land back onto the ground, it isn’t long before you take to the trees and continue coating the area in webbing by spraying it from your tail in a wide cone. You could honestly do this all night, but where would the fun be in that?

In a single bound, you leap high into the air, covering a considerable distance before landing in the middle of the horde of huntsmen. The overconfident wannabes eagerly await your landing with their weapons held at the ready. But the one thing they weren’t counting on was for you to pop out your shiny new pincers. Each one being about as long as Khyber’s spear and much more flexible.

Before you can touch the ground, you push several gallons of web fluid out of your hands, until you’ve expelled enough to roughly form the shape of a hammer. Usually, you make a conscious effort to make your webbing as lightweight as possible. However, you’ve come to find that you’re capable of forming fibers that are much more dense due to this affliction. And by more dense, you mean about a couple hundred pounds of quick-drying spider stuff.

The web construct impacts the ground with enough force to clear the area of whoever had dared to wait for you to land. As the earth cracks and caves in, a thick cloud of dust rises to obscure your vision. But even then, you can feel the slightest change in movement by sensing nearby air currents and vibrations.

One Kyber attacks, but his spear is parried by your right pincer, while your left pincer pierces his armor and digs into his scaly flesh. You could’ve pushed deeper in order to put him down for good, but the neurotoxin on the tip of your pincers should do the trick without any such fatal consequences.

The next Khyber lunges at you with a knife, only to be knocked out by a boxing glove web construct. And at the rate that your webs are solidifying, you shot that out faster than a speeding bullet. He should be down for the count.

Soon afterwards, you use your pincers to lift yourself up, before creating multiple morning-stars out of your webbing and swinging them around like a mad monkey. No one is safe from your onslaught. You’re a lean, mean, blue fuzzy fighting machine!

(Cont.)

Just then, your spider sense tells you that a projectile is hurtling towards you at an impressive speed. Feels like it was thrown. Like a javelin or spear…

Nonetheless, you move to avoid it, only for it to miss you terribly and hit a nearby Khyber, impaling him in the process. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost say that it was meant to hit that guy instead of you.

Your six eyes flicker over to the direction that the weapon was thrown from, as do the eyes of the phony huntsmen that you were just throwing down with. And to your surprise, you see another Khyber, wearing a luxurious fur coat and looking to be far more furious than his counterparts.

“This charade has gone on long enough...” he growls. His doppelgangers surround him in an attempt to spear him all at once, however, the furious Khyber throws down a smoke bomb, clouding the area in a thick fog. You hear a series of cracks and blows from the epicenter of the fog, but then everything falls deathly silent. And when the smoke clears, only one Khyber is left standing. From the obvious gap in skill, you’re assuming that this Khyber might just be the real one. And if he is, why’s he fighting a bunch of look-alikes.

>”You wanna clue me in on why I’ve been forced to take part in a Kyber-themed Battle Royale?”
>”Wait, so you’re not behind all of this? I could’ve sworn you were doing all this to be petty.”
>”Oh God. I feel an unavoidable team-up coming on. Please tell me that we’re not gonna start trading quips, too.”
>”Don’t blame me if I hit you by accident. You all literally look the same to me.”
>”Why is it that whenever you bad guys have a problem, you somehow manage to make it my problem too?!”
>Write-in.

>>4307498
>>”You wanna clue me in on why I’ve been forced to take part in a Kyber-themed Battle Royale?”
>"Man I have got to work on my deduction skills."

>>4307497

>”You wanna clue me in on why I’ve been forced to take part in a Kyber-themed Battle Royale?”
>”Why is it that whenever you bad guys have a problem, you somehow manage to make it my problem too?!”

>>4307688
+1

>>4307688
>>4308391
Writing...

“You wanna clue me in on why I’ve been forced to take part in a Khyber-themed Battle Royale?” you ask while delivering a spinning kick to a nearby Khyber copy.

Whereas the real Khyber grabs a pole-arm from the ground and uses it to pacify a cluster of clones that had been charging towards him. ”It’s complicated.” he admits with a hint of embarrassment.

“Try me.” you demand, using your four arms to hold off the stampede of rampaging Khyber copies.. You’re too deep in whatever this is to not know a bit about why you’re being attacked.

Khyber sighs, resigning to your rigid stance on the matter. “They’re not clones, and I didn’t hire them. Everyone here is gunning for a chance to claim the vast fortune that I’ve amassed over the years, thus overtaking my legacy.” he explains.

“They’re trying to replace you? If that’s the case, then shouldn’t they be hunting you instead of me? And while we're on the topic, why are they hunting me in the first place?!” you ask with a sense of urgency.

“My guess is that they’re trying to prove themselves by hunting worthy prey. And it looks like you’re on the chopping block.” he says with a small grin. “They stand to gain a great deal of endorsements by impersonating me as well, considering that I’d turned down a considerable amount of offers in the past. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of those sponsors had put them up to this.” he says with a deep scowl. “They all intend to turn my name into a brand. A meaningless title! The nerve of these rats…” Immediately afterwards, you’re bum rushed by a couple of huntsmen that had gotten antsy.

“Why is it that whenever you bad guys have a problem, you somehow manage to make it my problem too?!” you complain, earning a small chuckle from the huntsman.

“My apologies. I’ll be sure to make an appointment next time.” he says mockingly.

Without being asked to, you deliver a left cross to the chin of an assassin that was approaching you from Khyber’s blind spot. The infamous hunter notices this, and uses the injured man’s shoulder as a springboard and support, so that he can bring the heel of his boot across the face of another attacker on his left. This pattern continues for some time without either of you saying a word to the other. Khyber covers your ass, and you make sure he stays alive long enough for him to finish his story. Your webbing gives you a big advantage in the fight, as it allows you to blind your foes, bind them, and fire ranged projectiles.

“You never gave me an honest answer to my question from earlier. Why would they attack me instead of you? No offense, but I’d like to think that I’m a bit tougher to hunt.” you brag. Khyber glares at you for a moment, but then, his gaze softens considerably.

(Cont.)

“Hunting me has no merit. My death is inevitable.” he says with a grim expression. “I have a month left to live. Give or take a few days.” he reveals, lowering his weapon and gazing into the distance.

“Oh...I didn’t-” you say apologetically. But before you can finish, a volley of metal canisters land near your feet, releasing a bright pink gas in the process. You notice a few of the assassins coughing violently and falling prone after being exposed to the chemical substance.

“Don’t breathe it in!” Khyber shouts in a muffled voice, as he covers his mouth with his arm.

“No kidding!” you retort.

>Grab Khyber, regroup with your fellow vigilantes and create an airtight cocoon out of webbing.
>Cover up the canisters with webbing so they don’t release any more gas.
>Shed your skin and use it as a decoy for whoever might be attacking you.
>Leap onto the side of the old Church in order to get a better view of the area. You might even be able to see who’s behind this attack.
>Change into a different alien and have them deal with the gas. (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

>>4308640
>>Cover up the canisters with webbing so they don’t release any more gas.
>Leap onto the side of the old Church in order to get a better view of the area. You might even be able to see who’s behind this attack.

>>4308875
+1

>>4308875
Supporting

>>4308875
>>4309168
>>4309460
Writing...

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First things first, you’ve got to take care of those gas canisters.

“Watch your step. It’s about to get real messy around here!” you shout. And immediately afterwards, you leap into action, spraying your thick webbing onto the canisters, clogging up their vents in the process. An impressive amount of them have been scattered throughout the grounds in clusters of four, creating rather thick clouds of this presumably dangerous gas.

You also notice that your teammates have received emergency respirators from Sawbones, which should keep them safe for a short period of time. But it would seem that they didn’t have enough for everyone, so Snowblind ended up encasing herself in ice until she deemed it safe to thaw herself out.

But this is no time to be thinking about that. If this keeps up, then there’s a high possibility that an innocent bystander could be exposed to this foreign chemical. And there’s no telling what it might do to the human body. You’d better get to a higher vantage point if you want to find out who’s shooting at you.

One of your many eyes drifts over to the large cross nested on the very tip of one of the Church’s spires. That should work just fine!

Without delay, you use all four of your arms to snag two trees that are directly across from one another, and in the process, you manage to create a giant slingshot. As you pull back the webbing until it becomes taut, you’re careful as to avoid snapping the trees in half with your newly enhanced strength. Once you feel as if you’ve lined yourself up in just the right way, you release your grip, allowing your body to be flung across the courtyard, only missing the pillar by a small margin. However, your superhuman reflexes allow you to snag the stone cross with a quick web-shot from your tail. And all it takes is a gentle tug on your line to swing your body back around, and onto the side of the back of the cross.

“Now if I were a Khyber copy, where would I be…?” you ask yourself out loud. But considering the state of the environment, you should probably keep your talking to a minimum.

Your numerous eyes dart around in multiple directions, searching desperately for any sign of someone that might look like they have some level of control over the situation. Honestly, given the context of the situation, it's kinda like playing “Where’s Waldo”.

Just then, you notice a man knelt down on a slightly elevated perch, holding a strange alien weapon resembling a grenade launcher. You’d bet big Taydens that this is your guy. And if he isn’t, then you doubt that you’d be put on trial for profiling a guy that looks the exact same as everyone else.

With haste, you leap towards the suspicious, shadowy figure. And right before you land, you manage to snag his weapon, yank it out of his hands and glue it to the ground.

(Cont.)

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“You’re a little far from the action, pal. Don’t you know that it’s never a good idea to go out of bounds during these things?” you say in a mocking tone, followed by a bout of impulsive whooping and hollering.

Upon closer inspection, the man before you looks like a Khyber clone, but he’s somehow different from the others. His bionic implants are more obvious, as they protrude from his scaly skin and climb up his face. “Hmm. It was my intention to take you out from afar, but it looks like you’ve gone and made things more difficult for yourself.” he says in a noticeably less refined accent, compared to Khyber’s. “Not a problem, though. I’ve got a backup plan.” he proclaims with a wide, toothy grin on his face.

The hunter rips away the cloak that he was wearing, to reveal a red, octagonal device strapped around his neck. It’s vaguely similar to the Omnitrix in shape, but you wonder if it imitates its functions as well.

However, that question is quickly answered when the fake Khyber slams his fist onto the device, causing his body to undergo a drastic change in an instant. As his once imposing frame shifts and bends to the will of the device, you watch on in terror in the midst of this unnatural process, until finally, he transforms into an entirely different species!

His teeth have elongated and warped to form a seemingly endless assortment of slender, white needles most terrible. His grey, dermal armor covers his purple, scaly flesh like rocky crags on a winding mountain trail. And his skull has formed an exoskeleton in order to protect his soft, mushy brain. And to top it all off, a long, jagged shark fin rests on top of his head.

To be more specific, the hunter is now a giant grey, worm shark thing. I repeat: The Hunter is now a Giant Grey, Worm Shark Thing!

“Take caution, Wade. The Root Shark is the natural predator of the Arachnachimp.” Trixy warns.

What do you do?

>Web its eyes and mouth shut and start pounding away at its lightly armored sections.
>Hop on its back and stab at it over and over until the paralytic toxins on your pincers can immobilize it.
>Try to pull its collar off!
>Try and trick the creature into getting itself tied in a knot.
>Grab the gas canisters from earlier and toss them back in its face.
>Switch to another alien.(Which one?)
>Create a combo with Viral Spidermonkey and another alien. (Which one? 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

>>4309652
>>4309652
>>Switch to another alien.(Which one?)
Shinobloom
I'm suggesting Shinobloom since I think he won't have it's natural predator in there, aka the entire planet he's from.

>>4309983
+1

>>4309983
>>4310298
Apologies for the delay. I've got a few days off work, so I'll try to move things along a bit.

Writing...

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“So that alien directly counters Spidermonkey? Well that sucks…” you sulk. If he’s got more aliens like this one, then this fight might just be a bit more annoying than you’d initially assumed.

“In that case, might I make a suggestion?” Trixy asks. “There is an alien form you possess that does not have a “natural” predator.” she ominously explains.

“What do you mean?” you inquire, whale scratching at the back of your head.

“Transform into a Spridgen. The one you call ‘Shinobloom’.” Trixy requests. At least she’s getting used to calling your aliens by their awesome nicknames.

“If you say so. Here goes nothing…” you declare, closing your eyes for a brief moment and focusing on the feeling you have whenever you’d transform into Shinobloom. You don’t have to remember every single detail. Just remember how it made you feel. It’s just like taking a big stretch...focus…

Just then, you feel an immediate change in your body’s composition, and when you open your eyes once more, you see that you’ve morphed into the plant ninja alien that you know and love! You’ve become Shinobloom!

The Root Shark’s eyes widen at this sudden development, and you notice the Omnitrix knock-off around its neck scanning your DNA and searching for a suitable form to counter it. However, there doesn’t seem to be any such creature in its known database, as hinted by the dull beep that it lets out as a response. Sweet!

Visibly frustrated by your cheeky little plan, the Root Worm thrashes about and charges at you, tearing the grass from their roots and demolishing tombstones in its wake.

What do you do?

>Toss pepper bombs at his eyes in order to blind him.
>Dig your roots deep underground, and use them to entangle the worm.
>Create a vortex to suck up all of the gas in the area, and send it back at the worm.
>Take the ammo from his grenade launcher and fire them from your arms as projectiles.
>Lead him towards Snowblind so she can freeze him solid with her ice manipulation.
>Write-in.

>>4311288
>Lead him towards Snowblind so she can freeze him solid with her ice manipulation.
Seems like the most reliable choice out of all of them.

>>4311288
>>Create a vortex to suck up all of the gas in the area, and send it back at the worm.
>Lead him towards Snowblind so she can freeze him solid with her ice manipulation.

>>4311598
+1
>Combo vortex with Root as Whips?

>>4311458
>>4311598
>>4311836
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>4311842

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>4311842

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>4311842
Ice, ice, baby!

>>4311938
>>4311943
>>4312583
Taking these. Writing...

>83

Your first priority is to get rid of this gas.

You loosen the bonds that hold your body together, forming everything except your head into a disk-like shape. And by spinning those grassy tendrils, you turn yourself into a fan, which in turn creates a vortex capable of sucking in all the nasty gas that the Khyber copy has spread throughout the area. At least you hope so.

Soon enough, your theory is proven correct, as the majority of the pink gas flows back towards you, becoming stuck within your vortex and permeating the air around you. And right as the Root Worm charges in your direction, he gets a face full of toxic alien gas!

It doesn’t manage to stall him for long, but you can see that it's clearly had an effect. The large serpentine creature hacks and coughs, his eyes water, his nose dribbles, and drool flows from his mouth uncontrollably. Now that he’s disoriented, you can initiate the next step of your plan.

While remaining in your disk-like form, you turn around every so often, just to make sure that he’s still following you. A few taunting gestures to egg him on even further assures that things stay that way.

As you bob and weave through the field of tombstones, you spot the other members of your temporary team up ahead. While they seem relatively unscathed, the expression of terror spread across their faces doesn’t suggest the same. They must not be used to seeing giant alien monsters. Although it might be a little concerning for you to be nearly unphased by this development.

“Snowblind! Heads up!” you shout in a gargled and raspy voice. At first, you fear that she can’t hear you under all that thick ice. But after a few seconds, her eyes glow blue, and she bursts out of her self-made prison just by flexing her arms.

When you see the unnatural ninja doing breathing techniques and making strange hand motions, you take that as the signal to hold the target still. Without losing momentum, you turn around, dig your roots into the earth and have them burst through the ground beneath the worm.

The massive creature screeches, panics, and wriggles uncontrollably, but somehow you manage to entangle his surprisingly slippery body. It takes everything you have in order to keep this thing under control. Every second, he snaps a bundle of your vines, which you have to quickly replace before he can get a foothold.

“Move.” says a faint whisper in the distance. And without having to be told twice, you jerk the top half of your torso to the side, narrowly avoiding Snowblind’s cryogenic beam.

You didn’t take the hit dead on, but it did manage to freeze the majority of your body. And as for the worm, given the size of the glacier that he’s been trapped in, you’re betting that he won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

(Cont.)

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After detaching your top half and regenerating, you time out, returning to your human form once more. Soon enough, the place is crawling with Plumbers, Vigilantes and Cops. And since you felt that your teammates could deal with the cops by themselves, you and Khyber managed to slip away undetected.

“You sure you don’t want to be there to give them your side of the story? I wasn’t pulling my punches back there. It’s a grizzly sight for the faint of heart. Also, a very confusing one.” Khyber explains in between breaths. Despite only having fought for a short period of time, he looks like he could pass out at any moment.

>”Nah, I should be good. Me and those guys go way back. I trust them to give an honest report.”
>”Enough about me. What about you? What was all that about you dying? Is there a cure?”
>”What I want to know is where that amateur got that Omnitrix rip-off. They’re just popping out left and right now!”
>”You’re right. Someone’s gotta explain this mess, and I’m gonna make sure it comes directly from my mouth.”
>”So is that it, or are there more of those guys roaming around the galaxy?”
>Write-in.

>>4312618
>>”You’re right. Someone’s gotta explain this mess, and I’m gonna make sure it comes directly from my mouth.”
>”So is that it, or are there more of those guys roaming around the galaxy?”
>"If the disease you've got has no cure, I could probably look up a death world where you can go out in a blaze of glory if you want. Ain't that right Trixy?"

>>4312619
....
Eh Support

>>4312619
>>4313227
Writing...

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“You’re right. Someone’s gotta explain this mess, and I’m gonna make sure it comes directly from my mouth.” you proclaim while pointing to yourself. Khyber nods firmly to your statement, turns around and begins to walk away.

“So is that it, or are there any more of those guys roaming around the galaxy?” you inquire, stopping Khyber dead in his tracks.

“I suspect so. Just to be sure, I’ll put out a couple bounties to lure them out.” he says before letting out a rattling cough. “Shouldn’t take long.”

You sure hope so. He probably doesn’t have much longer to live. “If this disease you’ve got has no cure, I could probably look up a death world where you can go out in a blaze of glory if you want.” you suggest, in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Ain't that right, Trixy?”

“The disproportionate ratio of death planets to habitable planets is simply staggering. I’m sure that I could find one that would suit the Huntsman’s tastes.” Trixy assures him. At this, Khyber chuckles to himself and turns back around to face you.

“A charming idea. I’ll keep it in mind." he says with a small grin. But before he leaves, he raises his nose to the air, closes his eyes and inhales deeply. “Oh, and another thing. Whatever you’re wearing beneath that suit, I suggest you burn it. They’ve marked you with a traceable scent, just in case you tried to run.” Khyber reveals. So that wasn’t blood that the first Khyber clone spat on you. Good to know.

“Huh. Thanks, I guess.” you say apprehensively.

“Don’t mention it. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s easy prey.” he says while walking off into the distance. “Try not to get killed by anything before me. I’d like to take another crack at you before I croak.” he ominously mentions, right before he disappears into the shadows cast by the warehouse overlooking the area. You wonder if you’ll ever see him again.

Might as well go back and explain things to the cops before things get out of hand. It’s not like you don’t trust those guys back there, but you’ve had more than your fair share of slanderous lies tonight.

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After you clear things up with everyone and burn your clothes in a trash-fire, you face the challenge of sneaking back into your home while only wearing your underwear. Thankfully, Ghostfreak allows you to do exactly that, without attracting too much attention to yourself.

You phase through your front door and time out immediately afterwards, only to be met with curious glances from K8-E and the kids.

“Umm, Wade…?” K8-E asks with a confused expression. “Is everything okay?”

(Cont.)

What do you say?

>”Hey guys, did you see me on TV?! I think I asked Olumar to record it for me.”
>”Don’t ask. I’ve had a long day.”
>”Yeah. I think everything’s gonna be okay. I think people are finally starting to get over this stupid controversy.”
>”Don’t worry. I made sure the neighbors didn’t see me.”
>Grab her hand and start dancing with her in the dining room. You're in a good mood tonight.
>Say nothing, grab a beer and sit down next to your kids on the couch.
>Write-in.

>>4313580
>>”Yeah. I think everything’s gonna be okay. I think people are finally starting to get over this stupid controversy.”
>Grab her hand and start dancing with her in the dining room. You're in a good mood tonight.

>>4313595
+1
Wait what...Beer?

>>4313650
I'd also be willing to swap it out with a nondescript alien beverage instead. It'd probably be more believable in that case

>>4313669
Alien beer?....Now that's more like it.

We'll just keem them in the back of the fridge ...For now

>>4313595
Sounds good. Supporting

>>4313595
>>4313650
>>4315076
Writing...

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“Yeah. I think everything’s gonna be okay.” you say after exhaling deeply. You feel as if a massive weight has lifted from your shoulders. “I think people are finally starting to get over this stupid controversy.”

K8-E places her mixing bowl on the kitchen table and pats down her apron with a beaming smile on her face. “Well that’s wonderful news-” she begins, before you run over, grab her hand and pull her close. “O-oh?” she says with flushed cheeks and her eyes opened wide out of shock. “What are you-?” she attempts to ask once more. But you don’t give her a chance.

Without warning, you lock your fingers with her slender claws and raise her hand up, just below her shoulder in height. With your other arm, you grab hold of her waist, while puffing your chest out and straightening your back. And it really shows off your well toned, rock solid abs, which is a huge plus. You don’t know if it’s your diet, exercise or invasive genetic engineering that gave you this enviable physique, but you don’t care to question it.

As you slide your feet along the hardwood floors, you pull K8-E along in an attempt to get her to follow your lead. It isn’t long before the two of you are performing a waltz in the middle of the kitchen, while your kids cheer you on in the background. Secretly, you’re glad that your Mom and Grandpa taught you how to dance. Once you learned the basics, you picked it up in no time.

At first, K8-E was a bit hesitant, but little by little, you can feel the tension leaving her muscles. After a while, she practically melts in your arms. The two of you are the only ones that exist in this space. The kitchen is your ballroom, the chocolate frosting on her cheek is her makeup, and her flour stained apron is a gorgeous gown. The pearls on her feet allow you to swing her around effortlessly, which makes for some pretty impressive moves on the dance floor. If this is how all Kinecelerans dance, then you’ve got some stiff competition waiting for you at Nat-LE’s wedding. Maybe K8-E would be up for Swing dancing. Seems like she’d be really good at it.

Just then, a brief flash of perfume interrupts your thoughts. As your lover twirls around before you and pushes her back against your chest, you wrap your arms around her shoulder in order to catch her. While you had initially thought that her falling back into your arms was an accident, the way she rubs up against you suggests otherwise. Trapped in her warm embrace, you entertain the idea of staying this way forever. Responsibility be damned! You'd throw it all away for her.

(Cont.)

Your reptilian partner giggles and squirms in your arms, until your eyes finally meet at a single point within the chaos of the living room. Everything becomes drowned out, and the only thing you can think about is how much you want her right now. The warmth of her flesh, the depth of her amber eyes, and the pattern of her breathing. Slowly, but surely, your lips are drawn closer and closer to hers, until-

“Eww, get a room, you two!” shouts ML-E in a bratty tone. The others follow through by mocking you from the sidelines. You’d honestly forgotten that the kids were here. Another perfect moment ruined.

“We have a room...which we go to when you kids go to sleep. Speaking of which, aren’t you guys getting tired?” K8-E asks impatiently.

“Nope! I could stay up all night!” E-N answers with youthful innocence. N8 gives him a knowing glance and flashes a mall grin in your direction. Seems like the oldest finds all of this hilarious.

“You think there’s some way we can send them to college early?” you inquire, which earns you a playful slap on the shoulder from K8-E.

Looks like you’ll be having another family night. At least, until your kids finally pass out.

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After another night of vigorous exercise, you and K8-E lay in each other’s arms, panting heavily and sweating profusely. These muggy summer nights don’t make things any easier.

Since you’re both up and you’ve just entered Sage Mode, you feel as if you can lay your emotions bare. Your mind is unshackled, and you can't stop thinking about unnecessary things right now.

“Is something wrong, love?” K8-E asks, as she notices you staring up at the ceiling.

>”Nothing. I just never thought I could live a life this comfortable. Barely feels real sometimes.”
>”Do you ever think about moving away from Bellwood? Away from all of ‘this’.”
>”No it’s just...we should really paint this ceiling. And not just the ceiling, like, the rest of the house, too.”
>”Are you happy here?”
>”Do you ever think about us getting married?”
>”We should go away somewhere. Let one of your sisters watch the kids and just run to the furthest, most gorgeous island that we can find.”
>”With my reputation improving, I was thinking about going back out on patrols again. But that means less time here, with you guys. I don’t know if I should.”
>Write-in.

>>4315490
>"No it's just... I never thought, I could come back to a life this comfortable. Barely feel real sometimes.
>"K8, Are you happy here." turns to stare into her eyes
hmm marriage

>>4315490
>>"No it's just... I never thought, I could come back to a life this comfortable. Barely feel real sometimes.
>>"K8, Are you happy here." turns to stare into her eyes

>>4315769
>>4315878
Writing...

“No, it’s just...I never thought I could come back to a life this comfortable. Barely feels real sometimes.” you say with a shrug of your shoulders. You didn’t know what you’d be doing when you grew up, but you never would’ve expected the world would turn out this way. You remember the Greatest Summer of All Time, when Verdona threw the Omnitrix at you. It was a wild ride, and you loved nearly every second of it. But things got a bit heavier once Professor Paradox’s words had finally set in.

Very few people know this, you and Azmuth included, but your Universe is constantly on the verge of self-destructing. It doesn’t look too bad at first glance, but behind the scenes, micro-tears the size of galaxies are forming, trillions of dominoes are being tipped over, and you can’t catch them all. Not by yourself at least. And here you are living your best life, cozying up to an alien reptile with the biggest heart you’ve ever seen, and helping her take care of her kids.

At first, you’d questioned whether you were capable of choosing between the option of settling down, or performing the duty that you’ve taken upon yourself. But now, it’s not a matter of choice. You WILL have both. If you retire before you’re sure that the Universe can keep functioning without you, then there won’t be a place for you and your loved ones to live.

“You deserve it. Sometimes I’m afraid that you’ll work yourself to death or worry yourself to death. And let’s not forget to mention the masked maniacs that chase you around every day.” she says while tracing a claw across your skin.

“Hey K8, are you happy here?” you inquire, while turning to face her and staring deep into her eyes.

She’s a bit thrown off by your question, but she doesn’t hesitate long before answering. “Of course I’m happy, you stupid, silly man! How could I not be after everything you’ve done. After everything you’ve given me...” K8-E answers, pressing her cold metal mask against your chest. She puffs out her cheeks ever so slightly and they turn dark blue once she realizes just how embarrassing that last outburst was. “I don’t think I can imagine a galaxy without you anymore. And if there was, I wouldn’t want to be there.”

Seeing as she’s too embarrassed to show her face, you kiss the hood of her helmet and rub her shoulder gently with your free hand. “Even though I’m away from home most of the time?” you ask, while holding your breath. There’s also the possibility of you not being able to return home after yet another suicide mission, but you don’t want to put that idea into her head right now.

“Well…” she begins. “Most Kinecelerans have fairly low patience. But after raising my kids, I’d say that I have it in abundance.” she says with a light chuckle. “And there’s just something about a man that makes me wait…” K8-E purrs playfully, while walking her fingers across your chest.

The two of you spend another hour whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears, before you pass out again.

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In the middle of the night, you’re suddenly woken up by the Omnitrix vibrating along your spine. You’ll never get used to that feeling…

You slide out of bed, so as not to wake K8-E, when you discover that you’ve got an urgent message in the Multiverse group chat. It’s another Hindsight Beacon! And this time, it’s coming from Charmy!

What do you do?

>Without delay, grab your gear and slingshot yourself over to her dimension.
>Alert the others in the chat and see who’s available to join you on this little excursion.
>Message Charmy and see what she’s up to right now.
>Send a shout-out to the other members of Team Wakeman and give them time to prepare. Whatever this threat is, you and your crew are about to curb stomp it into oblivion.
>Write-in.

>>4316812
>Leave a note for K8 that something came up and we'll hopefully be back soon..
>Give a heads up to team Wakeman that we will disappear for a bit so they don't worry when they loose contact.
>Alert the others in the chat and see who’s available to join you on this little excursion.

We aren't alone in this, so lets not act like it.

>>4316946
+1
Have we use D'Traxus alien form?
We did unlock/scan him right?

>>4316812
>>Leave a note for K8 that something came up and we'll hopefully be back soon..
>>Give a heads up to team Wakeman that we will disappear for a bit so they don't worry when they loose contact.
>>Alert the others in the chat and see who’s available to join you on this little excursion.

>>4316989
You did. Very rarely does the Omnitrix give you an alien immediately after acquiring it's DNA. I will give you access to his form very soon, along with several others that I've been cooking up for a while now. Seems you guys are well overdue for a new set of aliens, anyway.

>>4316946
>>4317179
Writing...

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I'm proud of you anons for being responsible.

Before you do anything, you make sure to write and leave a note detailing your circumstances and the nature of your emergency. Can’t make K8 and the kids worry. And while you’re at it, might as well give Team Wakeman a heads up, since they won’t be able to contact you when you’re in another dimension. You’re not alone in this anymore, and it’s important to remember that every now and again.

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Once you’ve made your preparations, you send a message in the group chat to see who’s up, but the only one that seems to respond is Red. You guess different time zones count for something after all.

“What is this? Same deal as last time?” he asks, seemingly referencing the Hindsight Beacon. He had responded to the last beacon in Gwen’s dimension, and you’re grateful that he did. You needed all hands on deck for that one. Part of you wonders if Eon’s making another move, but you highly doubt that with his cronies being holed up in Nexus prison cells.

“Yeah. Same deal, I think. You free to join me on this one too?” you inquire with a Galvan thinking emoji.

“Sure thing. Give me a few minutes to get ready. Just need to steal the keys for my Harmonitrix and grab my combat suit. Let’s sync up at the same location.” he says. You didn’t know that his watch required keys to activate. Must be a feature that his government installed to limit the amount of power that a kid his age could wield.

Either way, you hit him with a “K”, equip your Techadon suit and punch in the coordinates to Charmy’s dimension. Hopefully you’re not too late to help.

“Opening portal in your backyard. I suggest going through quickly before Bob sees it.” Trixy states.

“Agreed.” you say, while walking outside and jumping through the light blue, swirling portal. It’s Showtime!

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After being tossed around through time and space, you’re finally dropped into what you assume is Charmy’s dimension. But judging from your surroundings, you aren’t entirely sure that you arrived in the right place. Under your feet, you find a smooth, purple carpet that stretches throughout the length of the entire hallway. Stained glass windows adorn the walls on your right side, along with tattered violet curtains blowing in the breeze. Where is that breeze coming from anyways?

The room is lit by a series of dull green torches placed along the walls on both sides in an alternating pattern. But the strangest thing about them is how they somehow manage to change color while they burn. What is this place? It’s like a mansion or something.

Red might take a while to show up. Maybe you should go exploring?

Suddenly, your thought is interrupted by the sounds of low growls, followed by the rattling of chains. Whatever’s making that noise, it sounds like it’s approaching you from around the corner.

(Cont.)

What do you do?

>Hide!
>Transform into an alien and prepare for battle.
>Stand your ground and wait to see what it is that’s stalking these halls.
>Grab a torch and go explore this creepy mansion.
>Send a decoy around the corner to see what happens to it.
>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

>>4317559
>>Send a decoy around the corner to see what happens to it.

>>4317559
>Stand your ground and wait to see what it is that’s stalking these halls.

Let's take this slow and steady.

>>4318574
+1

>>4318574
>>4318731
Writing...

As soon as I can think of a good name for the D’Traxus form, I will give him to you.

Wait. Maybe this thing isn’t even that bad. It might even be friendly or sentient. Might as well stand your ground and greet it head on.

You cross your arms and watch carefully as a great, hulking beast rears its ugly head and rounds the corner. He’s at least twice your height, and five times as wide, with features vaguely similar to a lion’s, with a massive curly tail.

So he’s a little terrifying. That doesn’t particularly mean anything bad. Maybe he’s friendly?

Just then, it lets out a curious screech, similar to that of a mountain lion. The sound is vaguely similar to the blood-curdling cries of a human woman, but much more primal in nature. When the creature spots you, its pupils shrink and its nose wrinkles up as it snarls at you.

The massive monster begins to charge in your direction, with no clear sign of stopping.

“Wade, I have taken it upon myself to provide you with several new alien forms. Feel free to make use of them in any way you see fit.” Trixy reveals at a strange time. Boy do you love surprises.

What do you do?

>Try out one of your new aliens. (Wolf with long hair/ Reptile with a large jaw/ A turtle?)
>Transform into an alien. (Which one?)
>Continue to stand your ground in order to assert dominance. No need to spook him by making any sudden movements.
>Wait until he gets close, and pinch the pressure points between his neck and shoulder in order to subdue him.
>Scan it with your Omnitrix in order to get some more info.
>Okay, now you can run!
>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

>>4318851
>Continue to stand your ground in order to assert dominance. No need to spook him by making any sudden movements. (When we die atleast our tombstone will say we had balls of steel!)

>>4318851
>Continue to stand your ground in order to assert dominance. No need to spook him by making any sudden movements. (When we die atleast our tombstone will say we had balls of steel!)
>Ask Trixy if she has knowledge of the creatures race.
>Make an attempt to communicate with the creature.

It's not attacking us instantly, that's as good a sign as any.

>>4319012
Wait i'm a retard and didnt read the last line.
>Wait until he gets close, and pinch the pressure points between his neck and shoulder in order to subdue him.
Afterwards
>Scan it with your Omnitrix in order to get some more info.

Tolerance is good, but we don't have to be suicidal.

>>4318884
Supporting
Gonna take a risk and I think we'll be able to take a hit.
Is there any noticeable injuries? If not then..Idk really

>>4318851
>>4319022
supporting

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4318884
>>4319022
>>4319936
>>4320057
Considering the fact that this is already a fair amount of players voting, I'm gonna flip a coin on this one.

1 for stay, 2 for subdue.

Looks like we staying. Also, writing...

Ooof?

>>4320129
Good morning? Gal

>>4320138
Good morning. Just wanted to try to move things along a bit since we tied twice

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You strongly consider stepping aside, running, or at least bracing yourself for combat. In fact, you can feel your combat instincts practically screaming at you to do anything other than sit there and accept certain death. But instead, you decide to wait and watch. You don’t know anything about this creature, or what’s going through its head. You’ve spent a long time around horrific aliens that have gentle souls, so you’d like to believe that this guy might be like them. He may look like a monster with his large, sharp ivory fangs, knife-like claws, and piercing predatory gaze, but those are just things that he’s born with. Let’s see what he decides to do with them.

As the beast draws ever closer, you focus on remaining completely still, so as not to spook it. But right when you think he might pounce on you, the large creature stops just short of colliding with the tiny, protruding horns on your helmet. His hot and heavy breaths fog up your lenses, and he licks his lips expectantly while eyeing you up like a piece of meat.

“Wade? What is it that you are trying to accomplish?” Trixy nervously inquires.

“Just trying something…” you say in a shaky voice.

The beast begins walking circles around you, inspecting your appearance, posture and scent. As he walks behind you, his long, flowing tail flutters and flaps wildly, as if it had a mind of its own.

Eventually, he crouches low directly behind you, closing off your exit with his feathery tail and trapping you inside its ring of death. Or at least that’s what you thought it was. All of a sudden, its gaze softens considerably, and it draws closer to you in an attempt to sniff you in a more intimate manner.

Instinctively, you reach up to pet him as if he were a big fluffy cat, which catches him off guard. He jerks backwards in a panic, but when he notices how gentle your hand is, he retracts his claws and relaxes the tension in his muscles. After a while, he’s practically nuzzling against you like a trained house cat. This guy’s just a big ol’ baby!

“Hey Trixy, what can you tell me about this guy.” you ask in a hushed tone.

“There are no aliens in the known galaxy with DNA similar to this creature’s. What’s more, I am receiving numerous errors from scan results.” Trixy admits with a hint of frustration in her voice. If that’s the case, then this thing might be a magical beast of some sort. Either that, or this alien doesn’t exist in your universe.

“Uhhh, what exactly is going on here?” asks a familiar female voice from down the hall. Upon hearing it, the hairs on the big cat’s back begin to stand up. When you turn to look at who’s calling you, you’re met by a leggy, short-haired redhead with green eyes, wearing nothing but a short, pink bathrobe. For some reason, she sounds like Olivia’s cat, if only a little bit more mature.

(Cont.)

>”Uhhh, do you want me to wait until you’re decent or...?”
>”Does this lil guy belong to you?”
>”Sorry to drop in uninvited. I’m just looking for a friend. I call her Charmy.”
>”Nice place you’ve got here. Very gothic. Very chic.”
>"Fair warning, I've got a buddy showing up soon, and I'd rather not have him be torn to pieces on the spot."
>"I think he likes me!"
>Remove your helmet to make her more comfortable.
>Flash your Omnitrix. She might recognize it.
>Write-in.

>>4320149
>”Sorry to drop in uninvited. I’m just looking for a friend. I call her Charmy.”
>Flash your Omnitrix. She might recognize it.
>”Uhhh, do you want me to wait until you’re decent or...?”

>>4320149
>>”Sorry to drop in uninvited. I’m just looking for a friend. I call her Charmy.”
>>Flash your Omnitrix. She might recognize it.
>>”Uhhh, do you want me to wait until you’re decent or...?”
>"Fair warning, I've got a buddy showing up soon, and I'd rather not have him be torn to pieces on the spot."

>>4320401
+1

>>4320149
>”Sorry to drop in uninvited. I’m just looking for a friend. I call her Charmy.”
>Flash your Omnitrix. She might recognize it.
>"Fair warning, I've got a buddy showing up soon, and I'd rather not have him be torn to pieces on the spot."
>”Uhhh, do you want me to wait until you’re decent or...?”

>>4320401
>>4321278
>>4321316
Writing...

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“Sorry to drop in uninvited. I’m just looking for a friend. I call her Charmy.” you say while rubbing the back of your head. “We’re sort of on the same team.” you add, flashing your Omnitrix so that she can see it clearly. At this, her eyes go wide and she snaps her fingers.

“Oh! You’re talking about Ben. I think she’s told me about you before.” the woman says with a smirk. Hopefully she’s heard something decent or positive from your partner. “She should still be in the spa. If you’ll follow me, I’ll-”

“Uhhh, do you want me to wait until you’re decent or…?” you interrupt. And as her eyes travel down her body, she suddenly remembers that she’s barely wearing any clothes.

“Oh, right! My bad.” she says with flushed cheeks and an awkward smile. And with a snap of her fingers, her bathrobe changes into a black and light blue, spandex suit. On her black sleeves, you notice that she bears two of the Charms of Bezel. One of which is the one that increases her luck.

The Cat Symbol on her belt reminds you of Ollie’s suit, but the long scarf and hood around her neck are glaringly new features. You really like the aesthetic she’s got going on. Maybe you’ll make some suggestions to your cousin when you get back home.

“There.” the woman states confidently. “You ready?” she asks.

“Yup. But I just want to warn you that I’ve got a buddy showing up soon, and I’d rather not have him torn to pieces as soon as he gets here.” you say while scratching the big cat’s chin.

“Fair enough. What’s he look like?” she inquires.

“Little Asian kid, around 10 years old. Black hair, red suit, red Omnitrix. Can’t miss him.” you say, succinctly describing your protege in a concise manner.

“Hm. Sounds simple enough.” the woman says while nodding. “You got all that, Shiisa?” she asks the mystical lion-like creature. She gets a growl and a nod in response, which seems to confirm her order. “He’ll wait for your friend here. And don’t worry, he’ll probably get a warmer welcome than you did.” she says with a wink and a wave of her hand.

The Shiisa suddenly lifts his tail, allowing you to leave his embrace and follow this strange woman through her creepy mansion.

(Cont.)

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Along the way, the woman wearing the form-fitting suit introduces herself as Gwen, which is probably something you should have guessed by now. Apparently, she and Charmy are roommates and crime fighting partners. According to her story, Ben’s life turned upside down when he switched bodies with Charmcaster. He had to drop out of school, the Omnitrix rejected him, and he had to learn everything about the new body that he now inhabited. It took some time, but he eventually got the hang of it. Gwen, Max and his parents helped tutor him, since he had to cram a crap-ton of knowledge into his head in a rather short time frame. And everything after that is history. Although, you'd already gotten a good chunk of that info from Charmy herself not too long ago.

Soon after she explains Charmy’s background, you find yourself walking through a tattered curtain, which leads to a steamy, yet luxurious bathhouse/spa. Magic is the only thing that could explain this massive change in architecture and quality of life.

Somewhere through the steam and fog, you spot Charmy getting a massage from several strange and colorful creatures. She’s wearing an exfoliating skin mask, with two cucumber slices on her eyes, and her blissed out expression tells you that she’s completely immersed in her relaxed state.

But as soon as you and Gwen approach her, she frowns and lifts one of her eye pads. “Bug boy? What’re you doing here?” she asks.

>”Hindsight beacon. ‘Future you’ called for my help.”
>”This place is pretty nice. Mind if I join you?”
>”Can’t you guys use magic to make your entire mansion look this good?”
>”I thought you were in trouble. Maybe this thing’s busted.”
>”Is this why I haven’t heard from you in so long? The group chat is absolutely dead without you.”
>Write-in.

>>4321771
>>”Hindsight beacon. ‘Future you’ called for my help.”
>”Is this why I haven’t heard from you in so long? The group chat is absolutely dead without you.”

>>4322109
+1
A lil cheekiness

>>4322109
>>4322448
Writing...

“Hindsight Beacon. ‘Future you’ called for my help.” you explain in monotone.

“For real?! Aww, man. Am I gonna die?” Charmy asks in a panic.

“You’re not gonna die, Ben.” Gwen reassures her. You’re actually surprised that she still refers to her cousin as Ben. Would it be weird if she gave herself a new name along with her new identity? It’s food for thought.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m here for.” you say confidently. Immediately afterwards, you hear a shrill scream from down the hall. “Oh, and Red’s here too, by the way.” Charmy snickers at the thought of your little Asian buddy running into her Shiisa.

Looking around, you notice that there are quite a few empty cocktail glasses strung about. How long has she been here?

“Is this why I haven’t heard from you in so long? The group chat is dead without you.” you say jokingly. Charmy rolls her eyes and grabs a martini from the table beside her.

“I mean what else is there to do? Gwen’s busy with her exams and you’re doing family stuff half the time.” Charmy complains while swirling her drink around in its glass.

“Well you can always visit, so long as you let me know beforehand. And Red’s probably free to hang every now and again.” you suggest, while checking on your protege’s location via slingshot device.

“Pfft. I don’t wanna hang out with some random kid.” she states with her lips curled up into a grin. “Gwen’s cool though.” she says in between sips.

“A good chunk of the Council of 10 is made up of kids. Technically, you were a kid not too long ago.” you retort.

“Yeah, but we’re talking about mental maturity here.” Charmy says with a chuckle.

“I think you’d still lose out in that department.” Gwen laughs.

While Gwen pouts in her chair, you notice Red walking into the room with his battle suit covered in slobber.

“Ugh, I think I should have just let him eat me…” the young boy groans.

“Oh, you wouldn’t want that. It takes Shiisa a really long time to digest things. You’ll be in there eating his cat food for a few years.” she casually remarks. That grim thought sends a shiver down your spine, and it looks like it had the same effect on Red.

Just then, a blaring alarm goes off, echoing throughout the mansion like a wailing banshee.

“What is that?” Red asks while covering his ears.

“Crime alert. We’ve got work to do.” Gwen proclaims with a worried expression.

“Finally, some action!” Charmy shouts as she practically leaps out of her chair and finishes off her drink.

(Cont.)

>”Let us take care of it. You and Gwen can just sit tight for now.”
>”You sure you’re alright to fight crime. You’ve had quite a few tonight.”
>”Well, I guess some exercise couldn’t hurt.”
>”Oh yeah! I’ve been meaning to try out these new aliens!”
>”Are you guys the only ones that defend this town? Can’t someone else handle it?”
>Write-in.

Apologies for the delay.

>>4323167
>”Are you guys the only ones that defend this town?"
>”Well, I guess some exercise couldn’t hurt, get to try out some new stuff as well.”

>>4323396
+1

>>4323396
>>4324120
Writing...

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“Well, I guess some exercise couldn’t hurt. And I get to try out some new stuff.” you excitedly state, while slamming your fist into an open palm.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!” Charmy playfully exclaims.

“Are you guys the only ones who defend this town?” you curiously question.

“Nah, we’ve got guards that pull their weight around here.” she casually responds.

“What about Plumbers?” Red asks, which earns him a frown from Charmy. Gwen notices this and shoots her a concerned glance, but your carefree partner simply places her hands behind her head and walks towards the exit.

“Wouldn’t know. Haven’t seen one in ages.” she pouts to herself, before snapping her fingers in order to change her clothes.

“What do you mean?” you inquire.

“The Plumbers pretty much got wiped out when Malgax attacked. There aren’t many of them left.” Gwen reveals, motioning you to follow her and Charmy.

“What the heck is a Malgax?” Red asks, while nervously scanning the hallway for the Shiisa that harassed him.

“Part Malware, part Vilgax, all Jackass.” Charmy scoffs, listing his qualities off one by one with three of her fingers. “The two of them fused a while back in order to destroy me. They obviously failed, but they had managed to take a huge chunk out of the Plumber Organization.”

That’s strange. Your Malware doesn’t seem like a bad guy, but theirs has somehow managed to wipe out the galaxy’s police force.

“And things only got worse after that.” Gwen states, while going ahead to open a large pair of doors in front of Charmy, revealing a rather spacious stable full of mythical beasts. You spot a pair of bulls made of polished bronze, breathing smoke and fire from their noses. And right next to them you notice a powerful, pitch black mare with dull, golden eyes. “Malgax started hijacking ships left and right. Starfighters, Freighters, Dreadnoughts, you name it.” Gwen continues.

“And he kept going until he got too powerful to ignore. Earth was one of the planets that got bombed into oblivion. All so he could get to me.” Charmy says with her back turned to you. There’s a lingering sadness in her words, as well as a pain that you couldn’t possibly begin to understand. “So, we decided to rebuild elsewhere.” she says, while petting a sizable wyvern sitting in the middle of the room.

She and Gwen prepare the saddle, which conveniently has just enough space for you and Red as well.

“So...this isn’t Earth? Where are we, then?” Red asks. At this, Charmy shoots him a smug grin, forcefully grabs him with a mana construct and places him right behind her.

“It’s easier if you let me show you.” she says with a wink, causing Red’s face to turn red. And with that, you and Gwen mount the wyvern without any further questions.

“Hold on to something!” Gwen shouts but you can barely hear her over the sound of the wyvern flapping its massive wings. As the mythical beast lifts off the ground, you desperately cling to a small handle in front of you, praying that it’ll be enough to keep you stable.

“Onward!” Charmy shouts, which signals her mount to shoot upwards at full speed. The force and wind shear is overwhelming at first, but you notice that Gwen is holding your back with one hand in order to comfort you. As you ascend through the interior of a large tower within the stable, your grip on the handle tightens reflexively. And to make matters worse, the wyvern begins spinning at impressive speed, which nearly manages to throw you off at a few points.

“Here we go!” Charmy shouts, while laughing. And that’s when you look up to see a large plane of stained glass blocking your path.

“Look out!” Red screams. But Charmy and Gwen pay no heed to his warnings. Instead, they charge right through the glass. And to your surprise, it breaks before they touch it, reforming behind you as you soar through the skies.

Once you reach a certain altitude, the terrifying beast spreads its wings wide, and lets loose a deafening roar. As it hovers mid-air, you get a chance to look around at the city surrounding Charmy’s mansion. It almost looks medieval in its style. There’s no electricity or alien tech being used. You notice a few aliens and magical creatures mixed into the masses, but everyone is pleasantly co-existing. It almost reminds you of Anur Transyl.

“Welcome to Koromir. One of the last strongholds in the galaxy.” Charmy announces.

“Since Malgax can sense technology, we had to go low-tech. Like, seriously low tech.” Gwen adds.

>”Why didn’t you ever ask for help. This is seriously bad!”
>”Does that include our Omnitrix’s and my suit?”
>”This is incredible…”
>”Looks like we’re not in Kansas anymore.”
>”I’m sorry, I never knew that you guys were struggling like this.”
>”Tell me more about this ‘Malgax’.”
>Write-in.

>>4324578
>>”Does that include our Omnitrix’s and my suit?”
>”I’m sorry, I never knew that you guys were struggling like this.”
>”Tell me more about this ‘Malgax’.”

>>4324578

>”Does that include our Omnitrix’s and my suit?”
>”Why didn’t you ever ask for help. This is seriously bad!”
>”I’m sorry, I never knew that you guys were struggling like this.”

>>4324601
>>4324658
Writing and combining...

“Does that include our Omnitrix’s and my suit?” you ask, suddenly feeling conscious of how much advanced tech you have on your person.

“Yeah, but we can deal with that after this.” she says in a nonchalant tone. “I painted some runic symbols on the watch, making it mostly undetectable to Malgax. Should be able to do the same for you.” she says, bringing up her wrists and displaying the glowing runic symbols that decorate the watch.

Now that you’re getting a better look at this town, you begin to notice that there are a few people cowering in fear at Charmy’s presence. Some of them were carrying radios and holo-displays that they’d most likely been hiding. You’re guessing that they aren’t allowed to go above a certain tech level in this settlement.

“I’m sorry. I never knew that you guys were struggling like this.” you say with your head hung low.

“Don’t be. It’s not like you were the one behind it.” Charmy casually remarks with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Why didn’t you ask for help? This is seriously bad!” you shout. At this, Charmy shoots you a stern glare, unfitting for a seemingly carefree person such as herself.

“Oh, now that’s a great idea! I bring in a ton of Omnitrix users so that Malgax can hijack their tech, along with the means of traveling to other dimensions! Gee, why didn’t I think of that before?!” she asks sarcastically. “Trust me, kid. Compared to the amount of shit he could be getting into if he ever got his hands on a Slingshot, my dimension is a prison for him. And it’s my job to make sure it stays that way.” Charmy declares with a resolute gaze.

There’s a heavy silence between you and her for a while, before Red finally pops the question.

“What can you tell us about this Malgax guy?” he asks while raising his hand.

Charmy sighs deeply and pulls her hood low over her face before she begins. “A long time ago, a corrupted Galvanic Mechamorph had attacked Galvan Prime in an enraged hissy fit. I stopped him and-”

“You mean ‘We’ stopped him.” Gwen interrupts.

“Yeah, whatever. WE stopped him. But not before he somehow managed to slink away and board a shuttle off-world. After that, he somehow found his way to Vilgax’s homeworld, where he helped the big idiot to fend off some sort of hostile takeover from a creep that I like to call ‘Ghostfreak’.” she explains. You raise an eyebrow at her last statement, but allow her to continue anyways.

“Once they’d won, the two of them formed an alliance and fused together for some reason. I’m a little fuzzy on the details. But what I do know is that he managed to convince Vilgax’s people to undergo the same process, creating a crazed army of Chimera Sui Generis/Galvanic Mechamorphs!” Charmy dramatically exclaims. “It’s a mouthful, I know.” she adds.

(Cont.)

The history of Dimension 63 was a little different from yours, but Charmy’s is on a whole other level. And if yours counts as a doomed timeline, then why doesn’t hers? Is your dimension somehow worse than this?!

Your mind is racing a mile a minute, and you rack your brain in an effort to make sense of this new information. But suddenly, Charmy commands the wyvern to dive down at full speed, nearly causing you to fall off!

“That’s our guy!” Charmy shouts, while pointing to a group of aliens and humans gathered in a gutter. “My scout-flies told me that they’re doing a weapons deal!”

“A little warning next time!” you retort. And judging by the way those guys are scattering, it’s safe to assume that they’ve spotted you.

“No time for that! We’re making an emergency landing!” she screams, pulling out her staff in the process. “Gwen, blink on ‘em!” she commands. Her cousin closes her eyes, crosses her arms and makes a rather strange symbol with her hands, causing them, and the runes on her forearms to glow bright yellow. And in an instant, you feel yourself being yanked off of the wyvern and sent hurtling towards the ground at an alarming speed. Before you have any time to react, you find yourself staring down several of the crooks in question. You didn’t even feel your feet hitting the ground!

Without warning, they pull their blasters out on you.

What do you do?

>Try out one of your new aliens. (Wolf with long hair/ Reptile with a large jaw/ A turtle?)
>Transform into an alien. (Which one?)
>Melt their barrels with a fire spell.
>Slice the guns in half with your sword and knock them out with a series of non-lethal slashes.
>Take the guns from them with your new magnetic repulsors.
>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

>>4325292
>>Try out one of your new aliens.
Reptile with a large jaw

>>4325615
+1

>>4325615
>>4325916
Writing...

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No time to think! Gotta do something! Anything other than staring down the barrel of a weapon that could turn you into jelly!

You get the sudden urge to try one of your new aliens. You don’t care which one. Anyone would work, so long as they aren’t completely useless.

After selecting the lizard-like alien icon, you quickly slam your hand onto the Omnitrix’s core, causing a bright burst of light to envelop your body. And in an instant, you undergo a drastic change!

Your skin grows craggy and scaly, developing sharp ridges leading from the top of your head, down your back and ending at the tip of your thick tail. You feel your mouth growing into a pair of sizable jaws, capable of bending and twisting steel! You develop sharp claws on your hands and feet, well suited to tearing through rock as if it were made of paper. But you’re more concerned about the unusual burning sensation that's sloshing around in the depths of your belly.

After the flash fades from view, the crooks are left dazzled and confused by this new development. Meanwhile, you find yourself unconsciously drooling molten lava.

What do you do?

>Cover yourself in molten sludge, roll into them, and detonate yourself like a bomb.
>Melt the barrels of their guns with your lava barf.
>Tunnel underground, and create a volatile eruption from beneath their feet.
>Eat some rocks and shoot them back out as molten projectiles.
>Calmly walk towards them, grab their guns and eat them. You don’t feel like they could really hurt you anyways.
>Write-in.

>>4326168
>>Melt the barrels of their guns with your lava barf.

>>4326398
+1

>>4326398
>>4326481
Roll 1d100+10, bo3!

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>4326586

Rolled 92 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4326586

>>4326791
>>4327583
Guess that's as good as it's gonna get! Writing...

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>102!

Before they get a chance to pull their triggers, you let loose a torrent of projectile, molten vomit, covering the barrels of their blasters and causing their shape to become greatly warped by the intense heat. They instinctively toss the useless heaps of scrap metal aside, in fear of getting burned, which allows you to advance upon them once more.

You break into a sprint, covering the ground before you in the volatile concoction that’s been brewing in your stomach, before curling up into a ball and rolling through the chemical, effectively smearing it all over your body.

Seeing this, your assailants run and scream in terror. But there’s no way for them to get out of the way in time.

Right as your sharp spines make contact with the biggest of the bunch, a spontaneous explosion blows away everyone in the immediate area, knocking them unconscious in the process!

As soon as you get back on your feet, you notice that the molten rock that you rolled through has clung to your scales like dermal armor. And you’re grateful for it, since it just managed to block a particularly dense plasma bolt with little to no consequences.

Tracing the shot back to it's point of origin, you see another hoodlum firing at you from afar. Anticipating his next volley of bolts, you curl up into a ball and roll out the way, quickly decreasing the distance between you and your opponent in the process.

Once he stops to vent the weapon's thermal chamber, you slide to a stop, dig up a chunk of rock and toss it into your mouth. You crunch the rock with your powerful jaws, and swallow hard, allowing the fragments to sink into the pit of your stomach.

Just then, another volatile reaction causes your belly to churn and slosh. Something big is coming! You can feel it!

Unable to contain yourself anymore, you spit up a wad of molten rock, further enhanced by the powerful chemicals within your stomach acid.

The alien criminal attempts to avoid the projectile hurtling towards him, but utterly fails to do so before it impacts his broad chest.

"They're getting away!" Gwen shouts, while pointing at a group of fleeing crooks.

"Not on my watch." you say with a hint of excitement in your voice.

Just then, you feel the sudden urge to tunnel underground. And considering how your instincts have almost never driven you wrong, you're quick to follow them.

With ease, you tear through the earth and dirt with your razor sharp claws. In fact, you think you should be able to get ahead of them with ease.

While you dig, you shovel an impressive amount of dirt and rock into your gullet, which gives your stomach that strange feeling once more.

As soon as you sense that you've made it past the criminals, you proceed to let that churning feeling build up. So much so, that it almost feels unbearable!

(Cont.)

And right when they're almost on top of you, you let loose a beam of energy and heat from your mouth. It flies directly upwards, penetrating the barrier of earth between you and them, and causing the ground below them to erupt!

The eruption is so powerful that it sends them flying in multiple directions! Even you're surprised by how much of a kick that explosion had.

Once you tunnel upwards and make it back topside, you immediately hear a sharp whistle from Charmy. "Nice work, bug boy. Looks like I didn't even need to leave the spa today." she says with a sly grin.

"That was so cool!" Red excitedly exclaims. "What do you call that one?"

"Hmm. I'm thinking…'Eruptile'!" you proudly declare, clearly having made that name up on that spot.

"Heads up. We've got company." Gwen announces, drawing your attention to a group of armor-clad men, riding on horseback towards you. And you'd be damned if you couldn't recognize that group on sight by now.

"Forever Knights!" you shout, as you jump in front of your friends to take the forefront.

"Relax. They're with us." Charmy proclaims with a slightly troubled expression.

The Knight's horses slow down as they get closer to you, until their steady gallop turns into a pleasant trot.

"Where are the scoundrels that broke our sacred laws?" asks a rather important looking knight with long, blond hair and fair features.

You and the others silently point at the unconscious biddies littered around the quarry.

"Hmm. It appears that you had matters well in hand. A fine day's work, Witch. We'll handle the rest." he says with a charming grin.

"Whatever you say, Barbie." Charmy retorts, earning him an elbow from Gwen.

"Thanks again, Leander. You've been a huge help." Gwen says with a sincere smile, which seems to make the girlish knight blush.

"I'm just doing my part, fair lady." he says in a chivalrous tone. Charmy looks a little upset by the difference in their treatment.

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With everything settled, you and the others mount the wyvern once more and fly to a Smithy's shop in the middle of town.

Your arrival startles the townsfolk, but your advanced alien tech has them terrified.

Once inside the shop, you notice an assortment of weapons ranging from medieval times to feudal China. And next to them, are numerous armor sets put on full display. Most of them look rather heavy.

"What are we here for?" Red inquires.

"We need to get you guys some new threads ASAP. And Tayvor here is just the man we need." Charmy explains, pointing to an empty counter. "Huh. He must be in the back."

"Aww, but I kinda like my suit." Red complains. Same here, little buddy. Same here…

(Cont.)

What will you buy?

>Platemail armor. A bit heavy, but provides a great deal of protection. Vaguely similar to that of the Forever Knights.
>Leather Armor. Lightweight and flexible.
>Tunic and Trousers. They look sort of snazzy.
>Hunt some monsters and make your own!
>You don't need any of them.
>Write-in.(Within reason of course)

Any weapons? (Pick up to 2)

>Grecian Folding Shield
>Chinese Broadsword
>Finely tempered Recurve bow
>Nordic Boomerang Axe
>Mace/Maul
>Write-in.

>>4327846
>>Leather Armor. Lightweight and flexible.
>Grecian Folding Shield
>Finely tempered Recurve bow

>>4327865
+1

>>4327865
>>4327927
Writing...

While Red attempts to try on a breastplate that’s far too large and cumbersome for his small frame, you decide to do some shopping as well. And since you’re her guest, Charmy says she’ll pay for all of it! What a score!

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After browsing through their selection, you pick out a set of Leather Armor. It’s lightweight, sleek and surprisingly flexible. And after a bit of fastening, it fits like a glove.

For weapons, you pick out two. The Grecian Folding Shield, which is a wrist mounted device that pops a durable shield out of its top compartment, and the Finely Tempered Recurve Bow, which is pretty self explanatory. The craftsmanship on both is extraordinary. You only wish you could meet the guy that made them.

Just then, a booming bellow shakes you to your very core, and you instinctively turn to face the foul beast that uttered that infernal noise. However, it would seem that it's just the shopkeeper yawning and stretching as he walks out of his back room. When he opens his eyes again, he scans the room until they finally rest on you. “You’ve got a fine eye, laddie. That one’s our best seller. Not too bulky, and it protects your wee bits from getting squished in a bind.” he says, giving his best salesman pitch. The man that Charmy calls Tayvor looks to be over 7 feet tall, and he bears massive horns that nearly scrape the frame of the door he came through. His gut protrudes far in front of him, but by the size of his arms, you’re persuaded to believe that not all of it is fat. Without your armor, someone like this could snap you in half without breaking a sweat. It’s an unpleasant thought, but he’s probably a reasonable guy.

“It’s cool, Tayvor. He’s with me.” Charmy interjects. Tayvor squints at you ever so slightly, scratches the hair beneath his helmet and strokes his jet black beard.

“That so? Guess I can’t go about upselling my stock, then.” he says with a hearty laugh. ”What’s yer name, lad?” he inquires.

“You can call me X.” you say with a calm demeanor, despite your face being partly visible.

“Still putting on that hero act, huh?” Charmy says with a sigh and a roll of her eyes.

“No, I get it. A man should be able to keep his secrets. Makes the lassies go wild.” he says with a wink and a grin.

“Emergency! Emergency!” shouts a strange and feeble voice from outside the shop. Perplexed, Gwen runs out to meet the man. The creature appears to be a flying monkey with a red vest, similar to the ones in Wizard of Oz.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, clearly concerned about the panic that this guy is causing.

“A pack of Rippers is headed this way! If they get here, Malgax will know about our settlement, and-” he screams, before Gwen quickly covers his mouth.

“That sounds like a job for us.” Charmy says with a confident stride.

(Cont.)

“I’m coming too!” Red exclaims, while hopping towards you with his overly large breastplate weighing him down. But before he can reach you, he trips and falls on his face, seemingly unable to get up. “Ouch…” he mumbles.

“No way, short stuff. You’ve gotta get properly fitted for your armor, since they don’t normally make it in ‘Fun Size’.” Charmy states, as she picks him back up and puts him on his feet. “You stay with Tayvor until we get back. Gwen, I need you to check the perimeter for any other rogue Rippers.” she demands, to which Gwen nods without complaint. “Me and Bug boy will take care of the main pack. We’ll travel alone to avoid being detected.”

“Just be careful.” Gwen warns.

“Aren’t I always?” Charmy asks with a smug grin, but Gwen doesn’t seem to find her joke to be very funny. However, she quickly flies off instead of arguing, forgoing the need for the wyvern.

“Guess it’s just you and me now.” she says, turning back to you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll watch over the wee tyke.” Tayvor promises, as he places a heavy hand on Red’s shoulder. You nod to the large man and follow Charmy through the bustling city streets.

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Soon afterward, you’ve made it past the city limits, and further out into the desolate wasteland that surrounds Koromir. The muddy skies and dark clouds make it a bit difficult to see, but that probably works in your favor too.

Since the Rippers have great vision, traveling by air was out of the question. It may have taken a while longer, but traveling by foot was probably the smarter choice.

As you creep through the mire and muck, Charmy suddenly stops you and pulls you behind a small hill. “See that?” she asks, while pointing at an unclear, shifting shape. You squint at it and tilt your head, until you see a large, wolf-like bionic creature emerging from the shadows. It’s black and red color scheme is incredibly similar to Malware’s, while it retains some of his more fearsome features. Such as his gaping, predatorial jaws. His long, sharp spines. And the solitary, circular eye placed in the middle of his face.

Soon afterwards, a few more come into view as the murky clouds spread apart to make room for the magenta moonlight rays.

“There’s quite a few of them, but we should be able to pick them off if we’re quick about it. Think you’re up to the job?” she whispers.

(Cont.)

You don’t have much experience with these weapons, but they probably won’t alert the Rippers as much as the Omnitrix would. On the other hand, Charmy was able to paint those runes onto your belt so Malgax won’t be able to get a solid trace on you. But, should you risk it?

>Take them out with your Bow, and shield bash them when they get close.
>Have Charmy draw their attention with parlor tricks, while you pick them off from the shadows.
>Wait for the clouds to cover the moon, and use their lack of vision against them.
>Try out one of your new aliens. (A wolf with long hair/ a turtle?)
>Transform into an alien. (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

>>4328622
>>Take them out with your Bow, and shield bash them when they get close.
>>Have Charmy draw their attention with parlor tricks, while you pick them off from the shadows.

>>4328625
+1

>>4328625
>>4328709
Roll 1d100+10, bo3!

Rolled 57 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4329223

Rolled 96 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4329223

>>4329510
Hmm a Natural with the bow, are we now? Heh

>>4329245
>>4329510
>>4329514

Wade's insane learning aptitude comes in handy once more! Writing...

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>106

“You distract them, and I’ll take them out with this.” you whisper, raising your bow slightly.

“Piece of cake. Try not to miss, okay?” she says mockingly. You don’t even dignify her with a response before you slink away and disappear under the cover of darkness.

You notice two Rippers separating from the rest of the pack for some reason, but it would seem that Charmy notices them as well. In order to draw their attention, she causes a rabbit to poof into existence, right before their sensors. The Rippers appear to be perplexed by this phenomena, which makes it the perfect time for you to strike.

Ever so slowly, you pull back the arrow, rest the shaft against your index finger, and carefully line up your shot. They’re close enough that you don’t have to worry about drop or wind direction. That’s two less things to worry about.

After a bit of mental prep, you slow your breathing and tighten your grip, before letting the arrow loose. The razor sharp arrowhead slices through the air, penetrating the gap between the Ripper’s armor plates, and causing it to briefly shriek in pain, before falling over. The Ripper next to it becomes alert all of a sudden, snarling in your direction, but by this time, you’ve already lined up your next shot. Without a moment's delay, you fire another arrow straight through the Ripper’s mouth. He staggers and stumbles, clearly shaken by your shot, but just to be sure, you decide to send another right in between his eyes.

Seeing that you’ve taken both of them out, Charmy signals you and starts to move to the next vantage point. But to be honest, you think you might be able to handle this on your own. After that first shot, a bunch of memories began flooding into your head. So many memories of watching Birdie and those four armed beasts fire arrows. Every slight movement, maneuver and gesture somehow stuck in your head. As if they’d been locked in a vault somewhere, just waiting to be opened up in the right situation.

For some reason, you’d always thought that this type of thing was normal for everyone. But watching the kids around you quickly changed your opinion. You always healed much faster than your friends, and your learning aptitude was insanely high compared to the average person. You’ll have to thank Iden for this someday.

Without waiting for Charmy, you run ahead and line up your next shot without stopping. 5 Rippers left. Can’t afford to miss.

You take your first shot, piercing the eye of a Ripper and spraying synthetic blood everywhere. Alerted to your presence, the one beside it roars at you, only to receive three arrows in its face a few moments later. 2 down, 3 left.

Once the other ones have spotted your shadowy figure, they make a mad dash uphill in an attempt to reach you. Their razor sharp claws give them good traction, so you figure that taking their legs out should slow them down.

(Cont.)

As soon as they’re within your line of sight, you fire another arrow, piercing the knee of a Ripper, followed by an additional arrow in his right eye. 3 down, 2 left.

In an effort to reach you before you can fire again, one of the Rippers leaps high into the air and prepares to pounce on you. However, before he can even get close to you, you’re able to grab four arrows from your quiver and fire them in quick succession. One after another, the arrowheads pierce his chest until one of them hits a vital piece of machinery, causing it to explode mid-air.

Just then, the last Ripper lunges at you, opening its fearsome jaws wide. Quickly, you toss your bow aside, pop out your Folding Shield and bash its face with the back end of it, sending the creature flying. You can’t give that thing any time to recover.

In an instant, you’re already on top of him, holding your shield over your head and bringing the edge of it down on his neck, over and over again. You lose track of time, your hands ache, but you do not stop. The moment you stop, this thing tears you to shreds, or he alerts Malgax to your location. Need to make sure that he’s-

“X! Chill out, man.” Charmy shouts from behind. “You won.” she says softly, placing a hand on your tense shoulder. Looking down, you see a mess of scrap and cables. Something that used to resemble an animal’s face. And then you see your reflection in your blood soaked shield. Your once tan armor is now painted white by the robots that you slaughtered. Once more, you begin to breathe normally, and time moves at a regular pace for you.

You didn’t just win. You massacred them.

>Learned Archery!
>Close Combat skills improved!

“That was some impressive stuff. Where’d you learn how to do all that?” Charmy inquires, clearly out of breath from trying to catch up with you.

>”Kinda just picked it up now, to be honest.”
>”That’s a very good question...that I’ll answer another day.”
>”Oh, you know me. I’m just full of surprises.”
>”A friend of mine is really good at it. Guess I was paying more attention to her than I thought I was.”
>”Sorry about that. Guess I kinda got caught up in the moment.”
>”Are we sure that there aren’t any more around here?”
>Write-in.

>>4330487
>>”Kinda just picked it up now, to be honest.”
>”Sorry about that. Guess I kinda got caught up in the moment.”
>”Are we sure that there aren’t any more around here?”