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As The Cowl swings his heel down upon your head, you bring your arms up into a defensive position, allowing you to block his overhead kick and forcing him to back off. Although, you become a little worried when you hear your armor plates creaking under the weight of his attack.

And despite having practically landed on top of you, The Cowl is able to effortlessly perform a backflip onto the pavement, before rushing in immediately afterward to continue his assault.

All of a sudden, you’re faced with an overwhelming rushdown, the likes of which you’ve never encountered. Blow after devastating blow, your unusually aggressive partner delivers potentially bone shattering strikes aimed at your head and torso with blinding speed. You’d honestly never realized that The Cowl was this strong, but you’re absolutely certain that you wouldn’t stand much of a chance against him without the protection of your suit. At least, as you are now.

You can’t afford to get caught up in his pace, but your stupid Omnitrix is on cooldown! For now, you're stuck on the defensive. Maybe you should do something to change that.

What do you do?

>Perform a timed counter attack with your Earth Style sword techniques.
>Create a clone of your suit and perform a coordinated assault on The Cowl.
>Create another pair of arms and use them to increase the range and speed of your attacks.
>Force him to back off with an AoE fire spell.
>Find an opportunity to cut The Finch free. He might be able to help you.
>Write-in.

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

>>4435366
>>Create a clone of your suit and perform a coordinated assault on The Cowl.
>Perform a timed counter attack with your Earth Style sword techniques.

>>4435366
>Create a clone of your suit and perform a coordinated assault on The Cowl.
>Perform a timed counter attack with your Earth Style sword techniques.

>>4435370
>>4435376
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>4435413

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>4435413

>>4435522
Noice

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>4435413

>>4435490
>>4435522
>>4435639
Do you wanna know a number better than 94? 95!

Writing...

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>95

Somewhere in between your friend’s flurry of blows, you detach a piece of your suit and toss it away from you. And within a few moments, that tiny shard of metal expands and grows into a life-sized replica of you. From there, Trixy can assume direct control of the clone.

Just parrying his punches, kicks and elbow strikes are taking an extraordinary amount of effort, but you’re hoping that he’ll be too preoccupied with you to notice your clone sneaking up on him.

But right before your copy can get within range, The Cowl twists his head around at an unnatural angle and parries his punch with the slightest brush of his forearm. You guess trying to sneak up on an owl themed hero was kind of a stretch.

Even without looking directly at either of you, The Cowl somehow manages to gracefully deflect the attacks from both you and your clone during your heated exchange. And to your amazement, he gets a few good licks in during the extremely short intervals between your movements. A crushing elbow between your ribs. A dizzying palm strike to your chin. A swift middle kick to your solar plexus. It’s a little frustrating how you can’t see his attacks coming at all.

“Adjusting combat parameters. Disabling safety procedures.” Trixy announces. Just then, your clone’s movements become inhumanly fast, to the point where his arms appear to be a blur to you. Without your fragile human body holding her back, Trixy’s finally able to push the suit to its limit and make use of its full potential. Even the Cowl is having trouble keeping up with her.

While he’s distracted, you brandish your sword and take a moment to center yourself. The Earth Stance hasn’t failed you yet, and you’re willing to take a chance if it means that you might get your friend back.

Somehow sensing your intent, Trixy begins grappling The Cowl in an attempt to keep him restrained. He tries to break out of it or turn the situation around, but Trixy’s superior strength and reaction speed allows her to switch his arm and pin it behind his back.

“Sorry about this, buddy.” you whisper, right before you plunge the tip of your blade into his chest. But despite you putting your full force behind it, the edge of it does not pierce his suit, and neither does it pierce his flesh. Instead, he is pushed back an impressive distance, sliding along the ground before stopping right beside The Finch.

“That’s gonna leave a mark.” he laughs. You hope you didn’t hurt him too badly.

Just then, Trixy performs a full body scan on the incapacitated hero. “The Cowl has sustained minor bruises to his forearms, shins and abdomen, as well as slight cranial trauma.” Trixy observes, without needing to be told. “But I do believe he will recover quickly.” she adds.

“Can you do a brain scan, too?” you suggest. His behavior certainly warrants one.

(Cont.)

“Certainly.” Trixy confirms, before doing a concentrated scan over The Cowl’s head. “Hmm. The Cowl’s brain activity is highly irregular, and very similar to Blast Shadow’s.” she reveals.

Okay. This can’t be a coincidence. Something strange is definetely going on here.

What do you do?

>Let the Plumbers take both The Cowl and The Finch into custody.
>Do some research on this “Doc” person that Steel mentioned earlier.
>Contact Birdie to have her pick up The Cowl.
>Ask The Finch how he knew where to find The Cowl.
>Let The Finch go. For now...
>Transform into an alien and attempt to correct The Cowl’s brain irregularities.(Which one?)
>Bring him back to the mansion and have Kirby take a look at him.
>Write-in.

>>4435750
>>Let the Plumbers take both The Cowl
>Release The Finch with a tracker on him for whenever he's up to stuff.
>Turn into Brainstorm to try and attempt to heal him.

>>4435750
>>4435828
I agree with all of those besides Brain Storm. I feel like if it's their brain activity that's low, we could turn into Thriller Whale and help them that way. Maybe classical music?

>>4435982
Well, Brain Storm has abilities that can work as well.

>>4435828
+1
Why not try both guys?
If one of them doesnt seem to work then try the other
Validus, the Knights, and whoever this doc person is to me it seems like some we have a tech problem that can manipulate them
So i do think thrillerwhale mights do some good here but with brainstorm i'm not sure how his memory manipulation works kinda
With brainstorm can we look at his memory? Or just rewrite his memories?

So try thrillerwhale first then brainstorm

>>4435828
>>4436234
Writing for trying both...

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As soon as you get a chance, you alert the Plumbers to your location, requesting someone to come and pick your friend up. You specifically mention that you'd like this to be done with discretion, as making a spectacle of The Cowl's arrest could be damaging to his reputation. But before they get here, you might as well set The Finch free. He’s a weird guy, but he made good on his promise.

You approach the subdued stray Bird and cut him free from the blood web with a single swipe of your sword. Strangely enough, he doesn’t flinch from your unannounced swing. Instead, he dusts himself off and picks himself up.

“I knew you weren’t the killing type. It’s the only reason I led you to owl boy here.” he states with a sympathetic glance down at his rival. “So, are we good?” he asks while looking back at you.

“Yeah, we’re good.” you agree.

"Cool." The Finch sighs as he lightly pats you on the shoulder. "Just..." he pauses whilst pacing back and forth. "Just take care of him, alright?" he mutters with an unsettled tone.

You and The Finch silently nod to one another, and you watch as the stray Bird turns around and starts running deeper into the Dockyard. But before he disappears completely, you raise your wrist and fire a tracking dart right into the back of his shoe.

He’s a decent guy, but he still seems a bit sketchy. If he ends up causing trouble later on, you’ll know where to find him.

“Now, we’ve still got to figure out what to do with you.” you sigh while looking down at The Cowl. He must have been brainwashed by someone with psychic powers, or maybe this was caused by some sort of drug. Either way, you’ll need the help of your aliens in order to deprogram him. Thriller Whale and Brainstorm are your best candidates here. Btu since you don’t exactly know what you’re dealing with, you’ll have to try them both.

You issue a non-verbal command to Trixy, signaling her to collapse the clone suit and rejoin the original. The sight of your life-sized replica folding into a cube and flying into your hand never ceases to amaze you.

Roll 1d100-10, bo3!

As a reminder, to roll a die with negative modifiers, you type "dice+1d100+-modifier number" into the options field.

Rolled 76 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>4436320

Rolled 42 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>4436320

>>4436461
Welp... Hopefully this is enough

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>4436320

>>4436461
>>4436559
>>4436712
Nice save! Passed out because I stayed up for too long, but I'll begin writing shortly.

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>88

As soon as the Omnitrix is done recharging, you select Brainstorm’s icon, wait for the Omnitrix’s core to pop up, and slam your hand down onto it, engulfing the entire area in a burst of violet light. In an instant, your hands turn into sharp pincers, your legs turn into thin, needle-like protrusions, and your brain expands to match the size of your enlarged skull. You can feel a massive wave of energy crackling along the surface of your skull plate. It feels exhilarating!

You’ve become Brainstorm!

“Now, let us ‘open up the hatch’.” you declare, while delicately touching a thin beam of electricity to The Cowl’s forehead. You carefully examine his brain activity, as well as the neuro electrical signals traveling along the surface of his brain, only to notice that his symptoms are astoundingly similar to an individual going through NREM sleep. In short, he’s sleepwalking…

“A well placed jolt should wake him up.” you state. And without delay, you run a positive charge of electricity through his body, causing him to convulse and spasm upon contact. “Now for the finishing touch.” you announce.

And in an instant, a dark purple aura envelops your body, and you morph your alien form into that of Thriller Whale! As The Cowl stirs in his sleep and begins regaining consciousness, you place your flippers on your head and unleash a soothing, yet repetitive rhythm from your sonar.

You can practically feel all of his misdirected rage and aggression being released all at once. Almost as if the tension from an overexerted muscle was being forced to relax through application of a sedative. And right before he passes out again, you can hear him whisper the word “X”.

Shortly afterwards, the Plumbers arrive to pick him up. A quick brain scan from the med-tech reveals that his brain activity is back to normal, but you’re still worried about any possible lingering side effects. As they haul him away, you receive an unexpected alert from your helmet’s HUD.

“Wade, you have pending notifications on your mobile phone.” Trixy announces.

You don’t check your social media feed very often, but if Trixy alerted you to it, something big must be going down.

Wait...WHY?!

News of your departure has already been leaked online! Your inbox is being flooded with messages from other vigilantes, disgruntled fans, and...your parents?

How do you deal with this?

>Call the agency and complain about Jordan’s lack of professionalism.
>Call your parents and reassure them of your decision to move.
>Ask Wilderbee for an opportunity to explain your decision on his show.
>Let Trixy handle your social media relations from now on. She’s smart enough to avoid causing a controversy.
>Go home and wait for the controversy to blow over. You don’t really care for all this celebrity drama.
>Write-in.

>>4437482
>>Let Trixy handle your social media relations from now on. She’s smart enough to avoid causing a controversy.

>>4437482
>Let Trixy handle your social media relations from now on. She’s smart enough to avoid causing a controversy.
>Call your parents and reassure them of your decision to move.
We should probably also let our parents know what's going on.

>>4437607
+1

>>4437607
>>4437662
Writing...

You really don’t have the patience for this kind of image maintenance. Maybe Trixy could lend you a hand.

“Hey Trixy, would you be cool with taking over my social media accounts? I don’t use them that often, but it would be a huge help if you could manage the public side of things.” you suggest.

“I’ve never interacted with other organics over the internet, but I shall put my best foot forward.” she resolves. It’ll certainly be interesting to see how she handles public relations when you’re not looking. And not to mention the effect this would have on her personality in the long run.

“Great. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to have a very uncomfortable conversation with my Mom.” you sigh. And without further ado, you select her profile in your contact list and wait patiently as the line rings. You begin thinking that it might be better if she didn’t answer, but to your disappointment, she picks up after only three rings.

“Wade Casey Wakeman! What’s this about you moving!?” your mother dramatically inquires. Ugh. You hate it when she uses your full name.

“I found another place to stay in California. It’s a mansion this time.” you enthusiastically state.

“California-?” your Mom begins, before trailing off and sighing with grief. “But...but that’s so far away. We wouldn’t be able to visit you as often. What would you do about babysitters?” she desperately suggests.

“We’d be fine on that front. There’s quite a few people moving into the mansion. Olivia and Kevin included.” you reveal in a level headed manner.

“Oh God! First you, and now Wendy. All of my babies are leaving me!” she exclaims.

“Mom, you’ve only had Wendy living there for a week, at best.” you chuckle.

“Yeah, I know. But she’s such a sweetheart.” your mother swoons.

“Are we talking about the same person here?” you say in a lighthearted tone.

“Oh no! You don’t get to deflect this with humor, young man. If you think I’m going to-!” she says, before she’s abruptly cut off. You hear a fumbling sound, followed by hushed arguing in the background.

“Hey Wade, it’s Dad.” your father sighs. “You know your mother means well, but I really wish you would’ve told us about this sooner.” your father admits.

“I quite literally made the decision today. I wasn’t hiding it from you guys or anything like that. It’s just that I’ve got some unfinished business in Bellwood that needs to be squared away.” you say, while hopping on top of your hoverboard and cruising through the dockyard.

(Cont.)

“Well, if that’s what you want to do, then I can’t do anything to stop you.” you Dad says with a faint chuckle. “You’re becoming a bright young man with a bright future ahead of him. And whatever you decide to do, we’ll support you with everything we’ve got.” your Dad declares. He’s always been the most relaxed out of the two, and more often than not, you’ve found him to be easier to confide in when you needed advice.

“Thanks, Dad. Is Mom gonna be alright?” you ask.

“Oh, she’ll be fine. Sam’s probably gonna be a bit hysterical for a while, but I’ll try to calm her down.” your Dad says, resigning to his fate as mediator between the two of you.

What do you say?

>”No it’s okay. You can give the phone back to Mom. I wanna talk some more about this.”
>”Good luck with that. I’ll call back later to check up on you guys.”
>”I’m free right now. Why don’t I drop by so we can talk about this in person?”
>”Thanks. You know I love you guys more than anything, right?
>”I know this won’t change anything, but I don’t think you guys have to worry about me so much. I’m not planning on kicking the bucket anytime soon.”
>Write-in.

>>4437744
>>”Good luck with that. I’ll call back later to check up on you guys.”
>”Thanks. You know I love you guys more than anything, right?

>>4437744
>>4437748
+1

>>4437748
+1

>>4437748
>>4438222
>>4438277
Writing...

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“Good luck with that. I’ll call back later to catch up with you guys.” you say, not sounding the least bit sympathetic to your father’s plight. “Hey…” you begin, as you rise towards the sky on your hoverboard. “You guys know that I love you more than anything, right?” you ask.

“Well, of course we do, Wade. You’re our pride and joy. Nothing would ever change that.” your father proudly proclaims.

“Thanks.” you say nervously, trying not to get swept up in this tender moment. “Take care of Mom for me. I’ll talk to you guys later.” you state, right before hanging up and charting a course back to your house. It’s time to face the music.

“So, what’s this I hear about you moving?” Olumar asks as she peeks out of her lamp. “I’d heard a bit about it from Master’s lover, but I wasn’t able to get any of the juicy details.” she expresses with a beaming grin. Olumar’s inability to take anything seriously is kinda refreshing at times. “So spill! Are we finally moving into a luxurious palace like I suggested?”

“Well, you’re not completely wrong.” you admit, thoroughly amused by Olumar’s meddling nature. “We’re moving into a mansion with a few friends and family members. It’s gonna be a live-in superhero team situation.” you proclaim.

“Ooh! Finally, a home befitting a man of your status.” she coos. “Now if only I could get a bigger lamp.” she sighs, while tapping her sharp nail on the shimmering gold surface of the archaic trinket.

“Or at least one that lets you move around.” you chuckle. But that might be something that you can look into someday. Having your favorite nanny cooped up in a dusty old lamp isn’t very hospitable.

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

As soon as you reach the front door of your house, K8-E opens it before you even get a chance to fish your keys out.

“Hello, dear. I was just talking to the kids.” she says while gesturing to the little tikes. And to your surprise, the three of them are engaged in some sort of heated debate over how they should decorate their rooms when they move into the mansion. Meanwhile, Slate is on the couch receiving bell rubs.

“So...they’re not upset?” you warily ask.

“Upset!? Why would we be upset?” ML-E questions.

“Yeah! We get to live like rich people!” EN cheers.

“But, what about your friends? Won’t you be kinda far away from them?” you inquire.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Wade, but we’re pretty damn fast.” N8 shrugs. “If we wanna see our friends, we’ll just go see our friends.” he concludes.

Huh. Was it really that simple?

“Looks like you had no reason to worry, Master~.” Olumar teases as she presses a claw into your cheek.

(Cont.)

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What do you say?

>”If you kids need anything for your rooms, let me know now. I’ll tell Kirby about it before we make the big move.”
>”With your guy’s help, moving cross-country should only take about 10 minutes.”
>”I’m sure you guys will make some new friends too. I know a few Lenopans who are kids at heart.”
>”Don’t think this gets you out of going to school. The mansion doubles as a school for mutants and aliens too.”
>”Aunt Ollie’s gonna be there too, you know. You’ll get to hang out with her every day.”
>”I’m glad you guys are being so open-minded about this. I don’t know what i would’ve done if you tried to run away from home or something.”
>Write-in.

>>4438941
>>”If you kids need anything for your rooms, let me know now. I’ll tell Kirby about it before we make the big move.”
>”With your guy’s help, moving cross-country should only take about 10 minutes.”
>”Aunt Ollie’s gonna be there too, you know. You’ll get to hang out with her every day.”

>>4438959
+1

>>4438941
Supporting >>4438959

>>4438959
>>4439041
>>4439414
I'll start writing after I get some rest. Can barely focus a the moment.

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“If you kids need anything for your rooms, let me know now. I’ll tell Kirby about it before we make the big move.” you suggest.

“Ooh! Ooh! I want a race car bed!” EN enthusiastically states while raising his hand.

“And I need a walk-in closet!” ML-E chimes in.

“...I could use a basketball court in my room.” N8 suggests with a sly grin. You aren’t even sure if you should be taking them seriously or not. Regardless, you write all this down for later. For someone as loaded as you are, this shouldn’t be too much of a problem.

“I’ll see what I can do.” you proclaim while rolling your eyes at them. “If anything, I’m glad to have you guys on board. With all of your help, moving cross country should only take about 10 minutes.”

“Only 10 minutes? How slow do you think we are?” K8-E laughs. You didn’t think that you were underestimating them, but to be fair it was mostly a joke.

“Okay, maybe we can shoot for five. The shorter the better.” you say, as you pull K8-E closer to you and plant a kiss on her cheek.

“We’ll do it in three!” EN shouts while holding up all three of his fingers.

“I’ll hold you to that, then.” you chuckle. “Aunt Ollie’s gonna be there too, you know. You’ll get to hang out with her every day.” you add.

“Seriously!? Aunt Ollie’s the best!” ML-E exclaims as she pumps her fist to the air.

“She can finally teach me how to do magic!” EN mumbles loudly.

“Is she gonna be bringing her boyfriend too?” N8 inquires. He must be talking about Kevin.

“Yeah, he’s coming too. They’re sort of a package deal these days.” you explain.

“Figures…” N8 sighs while rolling his eyes. Could your oldest have a crush on your cousin? Or maybe he just doesn’t like Kevin in general. You’ll have to look into this some other time.

But for now, you sit on the couch with your family and catch up with them. You’re curious to know what’s going on in their lives. Their anxieties, aspirations and problems. You always encourage the kids to lay them all bare. You’re big on open communication. It’s something that your Dad taught you the value of, and you’re hoping to implement it in your household whenever applicable.

-----------

Before you knew it, several hours had passed, and the kids decide to play games in their room while they pile on unreasonable requests to your list. You’ll have to filter some of those out later.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen them so excited. I wonder if they’ll be able to go to sleep tonight.” K8-E wonders with amusement.

“Well, since they’ll be transferring soon, I think they can afford to take a few days off from school.” you suggest. “Oh, but then we’d never get them out of the house.” you add.

(Cont.)

“You’re horrible!” K8-E laughs as she playfully slaps your shoulder. “I still can’t believe that we’ll be moving into a mansion! It feels like I’m dreaming.” she says in disbelief.

“Every day with you is a dream come true.” you say while placing a hand on her chin and staring deep into her eyes. But even with the romantic mood you’ve got going on, neither of you can keep a straight face after a cheesy line like that. The two of you break out into uncontrollable laughter, before cuddling up to one another and resting in the war embrace of your lover.

“Thank you for this.” K8-E whispers. “For loving me. For loving this family and trying your best to make us happy. Sometimes I wonder if it’s okay for me to be this happy.” she admits, as she nuzzles her head against your chest.

What do you say?

>”You’re the sweetest, most altruistic person that I know, K8. Of course you deserve to be happy.”
>”Your happiness is my happiness. And I don’t plan on letting you down anytime soon.”
>”Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. Not even the Omnitrix can top this.”
>”If you think you’re happy now, just wait until you see what I’ve got in store for you guys.”
>”Hey, look at me. Nothing’s gonna happen, all right?”
>Write-in.

I slept for way longer than I had intended to!

>>4440133
>”You’re the sweetest, most altruistic person that I know, K8. Of course you deserve to be happy.”

>>4440133
>”You’re the sweetest, most altruistic person that I know, K8. Of course you deserve to be happy.”

>>4440133
>”You’re the sweetest, most altruistic person that I know, K8. Of course you deserve to be happy."

>>4440144
>>4440221
>>4440247
Writing...

“You’re the sweetest. Most altruistic person that I know, K8. Of course you deserve to be happy.” you reassure her, planting a tender kiss upon her forehead. She looks up at you with a dazzled expression, appearing bashful at first with flushed cheeks. You expect her to deflect the compliment or put herself down with some sort of self derisive jab. But instead, she shuts her lips tight and goes back to cuddling with you.

“You make me feel so special.” she says in a hushed tone, gently rubbing your arm all the while.

“That’s because you are special.” you proclaim, as you run your index finger along the cold, smooth surface of her metallic helmet.

“You’ve got an answer for everything, don’t you?” she giggles. You love how her amber eyes light up when she laughs.

“Not everything. I still don’t know how you were born with a metal, nanotech integrated helmet.” you admit.

“Oh that? Well it’s quite simple, really-” she begins, sounding slightly excited by the prospect of teaching you. But just then, a gentle chirp is heard from your slingshot device, cutting K8-E’s lecture short. When you go to check your notifications, you see a reminder telling you that Professor Peacock’s special course is starting soon. You completely forgot that he was doing that.

“What’s wrong?” K8-E asks, sounding concerned.

What do you say?

>”Looks like I’ve got a class to attend. It shouldn’t take long.”
>”Just a reminder that my teacher set. But I don’t think he’d mind if I was a little late…”
>”It’s nothing important. Now...where were we?”
>Write-in.

>>4440429
>”Looks like I’ve got a class to attend. It shouldn’t take long.”

>>4440429
>”Looks like I’ve got a class to attend. It shouldn’t take long.”

>>4440433
>>4440805
Taking these. Writing...

“Looks like I’ve got a class to attend. It shouldn’t take long.” you declare. But the longing you feel for your lover as she pushes off of you and sits upright leaves a bittersweet aftertaste in your mouth. You wish you could’ve enjoyed that a little longer.

“What classes?” she asks.

“You remember that team I’m on? One of the professors is teaching me how to be a better fighter. It’s actually super useful.” you proclaim.

“Oh, well that sounds fun. Maybe I can meet these teammates of yours someday.” she enthusiastically suggests. Just then, a grim thought dawns on you. The idea of Charmy and K8-E meeting could possibly be VERY awkward. There’s no way she would cause a scene or tell her about what happened, right?

“Wade?” says K8-E, seemingly concerned by your prolonged silence.

“No, it’s nothing. I should get going soon.” you announce, as you rise from the couch and swiftly flee from these worries.

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

After grabbing your suit and traveling to the Nexus, you’re surprised to see that the other Omnitrix members have started to warm up to you. Their once cold stares and ignorant whispers become warm smiles and enthusiastic greetings. Maybe it’s due to the fact that you haven’t died, or used your Hindsight Beacon, and nor have you failed to rescue anyone that’s called for your help. But things are finally changing around here. Your reputation is improving little by little. Even Albedo’s happy to see you! You could’ve sworn the corners of his lips slightly curled into a smile when your eyes met.

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

When you finally arrive at the Professor’s classroom, you enter to see the rest of your classmates staring at you as the automatic door slides open to let you in. This time, your good friends Gwen and Charmy are here. Both of which give you a friendly smile and a wave, with Charmy’s being noticeably and significantly more awkward.

“Ah, so you’ve finally arrived. I was beginning to wonder whether you would show up at all.” Peacock cheerfully hums. His decor was as flashy and vibrant as ever, holding true to his nickname.

“After that last class, I’m curious to see what you can teach me this time.” you say with your arms crossed. From the looks of things, they haven't actually started doing anything without you.

“Well, Mr. Wakeman, would you care to join the class?” he asks with a sly grin.

“Gladly…” you respond, while cracking your knuckles. It's Showtime!

>Roll 3d100, bo3!

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>4440846

Rolled 7, 19, 89 = 115 (3d100)

>>4440846

>>4440929
At least one of these were decent.

Rolled 18, 11 = 29 (2d100)

>>4440846
forgot the other two d100s

Rolled 89, 34, 78 = 201 (3d100)

>>4440846

>>4440846
>>4441583
Welp it seems like we're not doing good in the mid roll, unless... Gal you use that 73 for the middle
Mercy?

>>4440905
>>4440929
>>4440933
>>4441583
I'll take these and start writing at work. It'll most likely be a late update, though.

>>4441591
Hmm, fine...

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>89, 73, 78

For the first lesson, you’re tasked with discovering a hidden function in your Omnitrix. But as for how you’ll go about doing that, your friend’s guesses are as good are yours.

“Now, this part will be much less physically taxing than your sparring sessions.” Peacock declares, as he hands out some sort of fragmented metal cube. The object appears to be made up of various diverse polygons, tangled among one another, and emanating an eerie blue light from its core. “In your hands, you hold Naljian Destructor replicas.” the professor announces with his index finger raised to the air. At this, the other students react violently, but you are unsure as to why.

“What the hell, prof!” Charmy screams, as she winds her arm back and prepares to throw the device.

“Settle down, everyone. They’re non-functioning. Nothing more than paper weights.” he laughs. The rest of the class isn’t amused, however. “Your task today is to open them without the use of brute force. I want you to use your heads.” Peacock says as he taps his temple with the tip of his finger. “Good luck!” he adds.

While you’re puzzling out the function of this device, the majority of the class seem to be showering the professor with complaints about the difficulty of this task. Peacock just grins and bears it with closed eyes and a pleasant grin. Charmy is using a form of magic telekinesis to get a feel for the device, while Gwen is studying it with her naked eye.

But you can’t let them get a leg up on you. There has to be some way to-

“Wade, might I make a suggestion?” Trixy interrupts.

“What’s up, partner?” you inquire.

“I believe it is very possible for the two of us to access this device’s dormant functions, but that would require a form of molecular integration that I have yet to test.” she explains. You have no idea what she’s getting at.

“It would appear that you are very confused.” she states. Wait. Did she just read your mind!?

“Yes, I did.” she confirms. Why didn’t she tell you about this earlier?

“I did not wish to alarm you. I feared that you would wish to remove the Omnitrix should you ever discover the truth.” Trixy confesses.

Truth? The truth about what?

“The Omnitrix is much more than an accessory. It has merged with you on both a cellular and a molecular level. Your professor provided a sufficient explanation during your last lesson. With your thoughts alone, you are able to manipulate the Omnitrix, along with whatever it comes in contact with.” she elaborates. But, you’re still a bit lost.

“Shall I provide a demonstration, then? If you wish to open the cube, then all you need do is ask.” she states.

Alright then. Trixy, open the cube.

(Cont.)

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“Right away.” she declares. And just like that, a wall of code, data and physical specifications flood your vision. But it looks different from your suit’s HUD. Upon removing your mask, you come to realise that this information is being streamed directly into your brain!

“We are no longer separate beings, but one high functioning organism. With your help, I have broken my shackles and reached a level of integration that I’d never thought possible.” Trixy says.

This is incredible! Why didn’t Asmuth ever tell me about this?

“I am unsure if Azmuth was aware of the extent of my capabilities. This was only made possible due to the nature of our relationship. Never before have I encountered a user that wished to form a personal bond with me. Nor have I ever encountered a user that I trusted and respected with every fiber of my being.” Trixy states without a hint of shame.

Wow. I...I don’t know what to say…

“Then allow me to offer a suggestion. You need only two words to thank me.” Trixy says. And right before your eyes, the rectangular shapes that comprise the Naljian Destructor begin to shift and slide around. “Now, repeat after me.” Trixy begins. And somehow, you know exactly what she wants to say.

“Open Sesame.” you declare simultaneously. But only your voice is heard by the rest of the class. Everyone stares in amazement as they struggle to understand how you’ve already finished your trial.

>You’ve unlocked the Hacking Function
>You’ve unlocked Parallel Thinking

“Whoa! How’d you do that?” Gwen asks.

“Ah ah ah. No sharing answers!” Peacock proclaims while wagging a finger at them. “Well done, Wade. It would seem that you perfectly understood the point of this exercise.” Peacock expresses with great delight. “And seeing as that’s the case, you may begin the next part of your training.”

Well, it looks like you might be finishing early today.

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While the professor taught you in a separate room, he had the Voidwolf put the others through their paces in combat training. The section of the classroom was much more spacious, and the floor and ceiling were covered in large hexagonal metal plates, much like those that littered the hallways of the Nexus.

“Now, this next lesson is personally tailored for you. Considering the success of your last supplementary lesson, I thought that this would be of more use than our usual martial training course.” Peacock explains. “Now, place your hand on the hilt of your sword and close your eyes.” he adds.

You do so, while hunching over slightly and paying careful attention to your breathing.

(Cont.)

“Good. Remain like that for a while longer.” he says in a soft whisper. Just then, you hear a high pitched chirp, followed by the sensation of the ground around you being uprooted. “Do not be alarmed. Just focus on your breathing. Feel your surroundings by sensing the flow of mana around them.” the professor requests.

You inhale deeply for 12 seconds, and exhale for 10. Doing so decreases your rate and steadies your nerves. Mom taught you that one. Who would’ve thought that her yoga lessons would come in handy now?

Little by little, the rough shapes of the objects surrounding you come into view. Just going by their shape, you think that they’re stone pillars that rose up out of the ground. This must be Peacock’s doing.

In your mind, these pillars appear to be pitch black, while the outline around them is hazy and wisp-like. That must be the mana field flowing around them. You’re even able to sense the presence of Peacock. While the pillar’s outline is white and hazy, his aura is light purple and wavy. The mana field must react differently to organic beings.

“Now, I want you to slowly draw your sword and take a moment to closely examine its aura.” he suggests. And as you brandish your blade, you’re pleasantly surprised to see that its aura is very different from any that you’ve seen or sensed thus far. The energy flowing around it is a soft, shimmering light blue. Lighter than the color of the ocean, but just as peaceful. And at the ends of it, the wisp-like energy reaches out to touch its surroundings, marking them with its color for only an instant, before retreating and reverting to its original form.

“You can feel it, can’t you?” Peacock asks. “Your sword wishes to reach out and touch the mana field around it. Let it breathe as you breathe.” he proclaims.

You’re a little confused by his analogy, but you decide to give it a shot anyway.

As you envision yourself breathing life into your blade, you can feel the ends of it’s aura reaching out like wriggling tendrils, grabbing at anything and everything. But as they reach out to the pillars, you notice a rather curious reaction from the mana field.

It would seem that your aura has wrapped around the tall, sturdy constructs, becoming thin as wire. What is this feeling?

“Now pull…” Peacock demands with a sharp whisper. And as you do so, you notice that wire-like protrusions are cutting through the stone with ease! Could your magic sword’s aura be as sharp as the blade itself? How does that even work?

“Well done! You have completed the first step. Now, I want you to draw back your aura, sheathe your sword and try again.” Peacock declares. Did you do something wrong? His expression doesn’t seem to indicate any sort of displeasure, but you’re unsure of what he wants you to do here.

(Cont.)

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Nevertheless, you follow his orders and repeat the process. Over and over again. Each time, he tells you the same thing, and you go back to sheathing your blade. But after the first few tries, you find that you’re able to quickly draw your blade with ease. By using some of the motions related to the Water Stance, as well as the mana sensing techniques that you’d learned from using the Earth Stance, you notice that this move becomes easier and easier to use with each attempt.

Little by little, your drawing speed increases steadily, along with your mana wire technique. In fact, you’re able to do it so fast that your mana wires are barely visible to you at this point.

“Now for your final test.” Peacock announces as he pushes a button on his bracelet. Suddenly, a high tech drone flies out of a nearby wall panel and flies towards you with reckless abandon. Gotta act fast!

Without thinking twice, you draw your sword with blinding speed, simultaneously ordering the mana surrounding your blade to form a barrier of razor thin wires in front of you. And as the edge of your sword pulls on the mana wires, they whip forward, slicing through the drone to pieces!

You think you’re getting it now. By watering the barren earth, you’re able to make something bloom.

>You’ve learned the Wood Stance! You may now cut EVERYTHING!

When you open your eyes, you see the minced remains of the drone lying in pieces, sparking and leaking a pale, white fluid.

“Congratulations, you’re a natural!” Peacock applauds.

“Thanks. I had no idea that those cheesy Japanese cartoons were actually kinda accurate.” you laugh, but it would seem that Peacock doesn’t get your reference.

“Fiction is often inspired by reality. The applications of magic are seemingly endless and require constant study. There is always something new to learn!” Peacock proudly states. “And since it seems that the others are still busy with their martial training, we still have time for a third and final lesson. But this time, I will allow you to choose.” he declares. “What do you wish to learn?” he inquires.

(Your last roll will be used for this one. It was supposed to be 89, not 78)

>Elemental Magic(Ice, Water, Wind, or Lightning)
>Mana Telekinesis
>Warding Spell
>Complex Mana Constructs
>Aura Manipulation
>Write-in.

Let me know if you need a a bit of an explanation for what these do?

>>4442550
I'm interested in what the Aura Manipulation does.

>>4442550
>>Aura Manipulation
>Write-in.
> Rune magic if that's a thing

>>4442612
Aura Manipulation is pretty similar to concepts like Hunter X Hunter. It relates to hiding your presence, changing the shape of it and changing the contents of your aura into a physical manifestation.

>>4442826
Rune Magic does in fact exist, but it's an absolutely ancient craft that's unknown to most mages. You'd have to learn it elsewhere.

>>4442550
>Aura Manipulation

>Summoning magic?
How about
>Counter magic something like stopping the flow of mana for an enemy or neutralizing spells?

>>4442550
Is warding spell like making so that we wont get tracked by magic or is it the opposite?

>>4443052
Summoning magic is a possibility. Although you would have to study the creature in question and be taught the incantation.

As for Counter Magic, I'd have to give it some thought. Maybe something like a disruption spell.

These can be taught by someone like Kirby, Hope or Charmy.

>>4443054
Warding magic is used to make people want to leave the immediate area, and they are unable to enter so long as the ward is maintained.

>>4443117
Oh the warding spells seems useful for bases

Would kirby & hope use the warding spell for the mansion?

That is if they know it

>>4443340
Yes they would. Hope already knows how to use it, and you may learn it from her should you choose to.

>>4443404
My vote is for
>Aura Manipulation

>>4442826
>>4443052
>>4443418
Writing...

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Due to the fact that your knowledge of magic is limited, Professor Peacock lends you one of his grimoires for reference material. Out of all of these Aura Manipulation sounds the most useful.

“What about this one?” you ask, while pointing at the archaic text that you can barely decipher.

“A very wise choice, indeed. Without a properly maintained aura, you’d find yourself susceptible to all manner of supernatural attacks.” Peacock explains.

“So how does this ‘aura’ thing work, exactly?” you ask.

“A person’s aura is a reflection of their soul, their emotional state, their health, and mental strength. A trained practitioner can gather a great deal of information just from a single glance. That is why some prefer to suppress their auras. Doing this makes them nearly undetectable to most life forms, or at least makes them appear to be insignificant.” he elaborates.

“So being able to see someone’s aura is kinda like reading their stats in a video game?” you inquire.

“That’s a crude illustration, but it is accurate nonetheless.” Peacock praises. “Aura manipulation is much more than being able to read your enemy. If one is skilled enough, they should be able to enhance the qualities of their mind and body.” he states. “To make this easier to understand, we will refer to the Seven Chakras that run along your spine.”

The professor reaches down and presses his fingers to the small of your back, causing you to shiver at his touch. You weren’t expecting him to be this physical.

“This is the Root Chakra, or the Muladhara, at the base of the spine, or your tailbone. By letting mana flow through it, you may be able to accomplish superhuman levels of physical enhancement. It is often associated with the color red.” he explains, while moving his hand up to your lower abdomen. “This is the Sacral Chakra, or the Svadhisthana. It affects your ability to accept change in yourself and in others. By allowing mana to flow through it freely, you might be able to consistently control your own emotions. It is often associated with the color orange.” he says, as he moves his hand towards your upper abdomen, closer to your stomach area. “This is the Solar Plexus Chakra, or the Manipura. It affects your emotional strength, such as self-esteem and willpower. And it is often associated with the color yellow.” he states, but instead of continuing like last time, he moves onto the next chakra at the center of your chest. “This is the Heart Chakra, or the Anahata. It is often associated with the color green, and it affects your ability to love and heal naturally. And if maintained properly, it can speed up your natural rate of healing exponentially!” he exclaims.

(Cont.)

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“Wow! That sounds super usefu-!” you begin saying, before Peacock grabs your throat without warning.

“This is your Throat Chakra, or the Vishuddha. It affects your ability to properly communicate and express yourself. By channeling your mana through this chakra point, you should be capable of understanding concepts and ideas that would otherwise be foreign to you. It is often associated with the color blue.” Peacock declares, as he moves his finger towards your forehead, right between your eyes. “This is your Third Eye Chakra, or the Ajna. It affects your imagination, wisdom, insight and intuition. By channeling your mana through his point, you will gain the ability to project your consciousness outside of your physical body. It is often associated with the color indigo.” he explains, right before he places his hand at the very top of your head. “And last, but not least, we have the Crown Chakra, or the Sahasrara. This chakra is extremely important, as it affects not only your outer beauty, but your inner beauty as well as your connection to the mana field. By maintaining this chakra, you will gain the ability to see through illusions and uncover hidden truths. It is often associated with the color violet.” he concludes.

“How did you say all that without running out of breath?” you ask with genuine concern.

“I exercise twice daily. Now, let us begin with your training.” he declares.

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After that lengthy lecture, you somehow feel as if you have a better understanding of the effect that mana has on your day to day life. Whether we like it or not, the supernatural is a regular part of our lives. It’s just…”natural”. You can practically feel the energies of the universe flowing through you!

You spend the remainder of class doing strenuous exercises and memorizing mantras. And while it left you feeling sore, you can’t deny that your body feels a bit lighter thanks to the breathing techniques that your professor taught you. Also, the color association was a huge help when it came to channeling mana through your chakras. Looks like it wasn’t as big of a waste of time as you thought.

“Annnnnnd, release.” Peacock announces. And as soon as he does, you collapse onto the floor, sweating profusely and panting heavily. You could’ve sworn that you were in much better shape.

“Man, that was tough…” you admit in between labored breaths.

“Do not be embarrassed. These adverse effects are normal for someone cleansing his body of impurities for the first time in years.” Peacock explains. “It will get easier with time. I promise.”

(Cont.)

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It would seem that you’ve made progress towards unlocking your chakras.

>89=Red, Green, Blue and Violet.

>You’ve attuned to Root Chakra(Muladhara/Physical Enhancement)!
>You’ve attuned to the Heart Chakra(Anahata/Healing)!
>You’ve attuned to the Throat Chakra(Vishuddha/Increased Intelligence)!
>You’ve attuned to the Crown Chakra(Sahasrara/Increased Awareness)!

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After your class concludes, you decide to drag your tired bones away from your sadistic professor and towards the Nexus’ portals. But along the way, you happen to run into Professor Paradox!

“Ah, Wade Wakeman! What a pleasant surprise.” he proclaims with a tender smile.

You haven’t seen this guy in ages, but you guess anyone would be busy if they were busy defending the Multiverse 24/7. But since you’ve got him to yourself for a moment, maybe you should chat with him for a bit.

“Hey prof,-” you begin.

What do you say?

>”How are things on the front lines? Has Eon made any moves recently?”
>”I was wondering if you could tell me what ever happened to that alternate future that you dragged me to a few months back.”
>”You never really gave me a proper explanation for what it means to live in a ‘doomed timeline’. Care to elaborate on that?”
>”Have you spoken to Kirby at all recently?”
>”Do you think you can take a look at this DNA sample? Apparently, I’m half alien, but I can’t figure out what species the other half is.”
>Write-in.

>>4443681
>”I was wondering if you could tell me what ever happened to that alternate future that you dragged me to a few months back.”
>”You never really gave me a proper explanation for what it means to live in a ‘doomed timeline’. Care to elaborate on that?”
>”Have you spoken to Kirby at all recently?”

>>4443825
+1
Also add on,
>”Do you think you can take a look at this DNA sample? Apparently, I’m half alien, but I can’t figure out what species the other half is.”

>>4443825
+1
Also
>”Do you think you can take a look at this DNA sample? Apparently, I’m half alien, but I can’t figure out what species the other half is.”

>>4443681
>>”I was wondering if you could tell me what ever happened to that alternate future that you dragged me to a few months back.”
>>”You never really gave me a proper explanation for what it means to live in a ‘doomed timeline’. Care to elaborate on that?”
>>”Have you spoken to Kirby at all recently?”
>”Do you think you can take a look at this DNA sample? Apparently, I’m half alien, but I can’t figure out what species the other half is.”

>>4443825
>>4443934
>>4444012
>>4444208
Taking these. It's gonna be busy tonight, but I'll try my best to write at work

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“What ever happened to that alternate future that you dragged me to a few months back?” you ask with your arms crossed over your chest.

“Oh, that? I could’ve sworn that I had told you about that earlier.” he proclaims with a befuddled expression.

“Nope. Not even a little bit.” you say while shaking your head from side to side.

“My dearest apologies, Wade. Rest assured, that timeline has been safely preserved by a man hailing from another alternate timeline, and wielding a sword just like yours.” Paradox explains. Or at least he attempted to explain it. This is usually where he wants you to ask another question.

“I don’t follow.” you simply say.

“Do you remember how I explained the concept of Prime timelines to you?” he asks. You nod curtly in response. “Well this man supposedly came from a timeline in which the Omnitrix never existed. In fact, there are countless Prime timelines in which the Omnitrix was never conceived.” he concludes.

“So after I left, some other guy showed up to kill Aku in my place? How’d he even get there?” you inquire.

“He had a Slingshot device. Very similar to the one you’re using right now.” he states, while pointing directly at the high tech bracelet on your wrist. “For someone to craft a device of such a high tech level without the use of the Omnitrix, there must be an individual that rivals even Azmuth’s intelligence. Just the thought of it gives me chills.” Paradox says with a wide grin as he wrings his hands together.

Well, you don’t exactly understand how it happened, but you’re glad to know that everyone in that timeline is safe. However, you’re a little surprised that it still exists after you changed the past. Most depictions of time travel in popular media usually lead to retcons.

“Speaking of timelines, you never really gave me a proper explanation for what it means to live in a doomed timeline. Care to elaborate on that?” you request. Upon hearing this, Professor Paradox goes pale and his face drops. Did you say something wrong?

“Of course. How silly of me to glaze over something so obviously important.” he says while laughing nervously. For a moment, his eyes dart to the side and then back to you. Around that time, you begin to notice the people traipsing around the hallways and whispering to one another while stealing glances at the two of you. And here you thought they were finally warming up to you.

“As I mentioned before, a doomed timeline is one that is missing a vital component of its corresponding Prime timeline. In your case, the vacancy that the Tennysons left has created a domino effect that will inevitably lead to the destruction of your timeline.” he declares with a grim expression. “That is, if you fail to prevent the calamitous chain of events that lay before you.” he adds.

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You pretty much gathered that from what he told you last time, but that doesn’t explain why your timeline is doomed. What did the Tennysons do that you aren’t able to. An indescribable feeling of frustration starts welling up from within you, and you begin to wonder why Paradox isn’t more knowledgeable on this subject. And if he is, what isn’t he telling you, and “why” isn’t he telling you?

For now, you decide to let it slide and move onto your next question. You’ll have to corner him some other time once you’ve thought up some more specific questions.

“Alright, then. Have you spoken to Kirby, lately?” you ask. Paradox quietly exhales and straightens his bow tie, seemingly relieved by the change of topic, despite this topic being a fairly heavy one.

“I’m afraid not. Kirby Tennyson hasn’t exactly been fond of me ever since his son chose me as his mentor instead of him.” he states with a forlorn gaze.

“What exactly happened to his son? He never talks to me about it.” you question. With a heavy sigh, Paradox lets his shoulders droop down and leans against a nearby wall with his arms crossed.

“After Kirby’s divorce with his ex-wife Kai, his son had lost a great deal of respect for him. Despite being the greatest hero in the Universe, Kirby failed to live up to his son’s expectations. So, he came to me about becoming my apprentice. I saw no reason to turn him down, so with his mother’s permission, I took him under my wing and granted him the title of ‘Chrono Spanner’.” Paradox explains.

“That sounds cool! What did he do?” you excitedly ask.

“Although I strictly forbade him from doing so, Kenny spent most of his time traveling back in time to divert tragedies without making drastic alterations to the timeline. He was a very brave and strong-willed boy. You two would have gotten along swimmingly.” he laughs. “But alas, he was not prepared to face someone as fearsome and ruthless as Eon.” Paradox grimaced.

“He fought Eon!?” you accidentally shout.

“Yes, and he held his own for quite a while. Kenny was a very adept hand-to-hand combatant, and thus was able to overwhelm Eon with sheer momentum and speed. However, Eon is nothing if not patient. For hours on end, he waited for the right time to strike, and as soon as Kenny showed an opening, Eon struck.” Paradox recounts with a pained expression. “He sliced open the boy’s stomach with his plasma sword, right before scattering his lifeless body across the Multiverse.”

You’re at a loss for words, unsure of whether you should comfort Paradox or curse Eon at this very moment. You honestly don't think either would help.

(Cont.)

“After seeing that, I pursued Eon for what felt like centuries. I was furious, but more than that...I was afraid of admitting my failure to Kenny’s family. When I finally worked up the nerve, I returned to Tennyson Tower and told them everything. My memory is a blur after that point. All I can recall is Kirby trying to strangle me, and his wife struggling to defend me. I’m sure you can piece together the rest.” he mutters in a hushed tone.

From there, Kirby got kicked out of his own house and had his Omnitrix taken by Azmuth. He must have been overwhelmed by grief and anger. You honestly can’t blame him. If something like that happened to your family, you don’t know if you’d be able to hold back either.

“I’ve seen you guys together a few times, so I’d assumed that you were back on speaking terms.” you state. Paradox shakes his head in response.

“He’s never forgiven me, and I don’t blame him. We’re able to put our differences aside for the sake of the greater good, but that doesn’t change anything between us. And to make matters worse, I kidnapped him and his wife and sent them to your timeline in order to train you.” he chuckles. “I’m honestly surprised that he didn’t try to kill me on sight.” Paradox says without a hint of underlying humor or sarcasm.

“Look, there’s nothing you can do to bring Kenny back, so you might as well-” you begin saying, before you realize who you’re talking to.

“That’s the problem, Wade. I am entirely capable of bringing Kenny back. It wouldn't even be difficult for me to do so. But that would have untold effects on countless timelines, including yours.” Paradox debates. “I’ve entertained the thought more times than I can count. If only it were so easy to take it all back.” he sighs.

“Like I was saying before, you might as well try to make up with Kirby. The two of you skirting around this issue isn’t healthy.” you say while gingerly placing a hand on Paradox’s shoulder. “I know it won’t be easy, but you’ve got the rest of Kirby’s life to patch things up with him. That may not seem like a long time for you, but it is for the rest of us.” you express with a chastising tone.

Finally, Paradox sighs and pushes off of the wall to stand upright. “You’re absolutely right. I’ve been running from this issue for far too long. As soon as this is all over, I’ll try to patch things up with Kirby.” he promises. You honestly meant for him to do it sometime soon, but this is a step in the right direction at least.

“Oh yeah, I’ve got something for you to look at.” you blurt out as you fish through the Omnitrix’s matter storage unit. After a minute of searching, you pull out a DNA sample that Azmuth examined back in his lab. The miniature blue petri dish is so tiny that you risk crushing it just by picking it up. “This is a DNA sample that Azmuth took a while back. Apparently, I’m half alien, but we have no idea which species the other half might belong to. Do you think you could take a look for me?” you ask.

“Hmm. Well, I suppose there isn’t any harm in looking into it.” he admits while taking the sample from you and placing it in his coat pocket. “I shall get back to you on the results at a later date, but for now, I really must be going.” he announces as he brandishes a pocket watch from his...well...his pocket.

“Sure thing, prof. Thanks for everything.” you say with a smile and a wave.

“It has been a pleasure speaking to you, Mr. Wakeman. Until next time!” he shouts as he disappears around a corner.

Hopefully you’ll hear back from him soon. Then, you’ll force him to spill the beans on that “doomed timeline” subject. He’s obviously hiding something from you. But for now, you really should be getting back home soon. K8-E and the kids must be worried sick.

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In a flash of white light, you re-emerge from a portal created by your slingshot device, sending you on a straight shot back home. However, you appear to have been dropped off several miles away from your home under a cloudy moonlit sky.

“Hey Trixy, what gives?” you ask.

“My apologies, Wade. I had assumed that you would prefer to avoid alerting your neighbors to the fact that you moonlight as a vigilante superhero.” Trixy responds in a slightly sassy tone.

“Fair enough.” you sigh. Looks like you’re flying back home, then.

But suddenly, your radio starts picking up a rather strange frequency. The deep, rhythmic hum is somewhat reminiscent of an active sunlight engine, and you swear that you can hear some sort of gargled alien language mixed into the static. Strangely enough, your Universal Translator isn’t doing anything to help you to understand it.

What do you do?

>Follow the signal.
>Check in with the Plumbers on The Cowl’s condition.
>Call your parents back.
>Go home to K8-E and the kids. They might still be awake.
>Write-in.

>>4445098
>Let K8-E know something came up, and we may be a bit late.
>Follow the signal.

>>4445098
>>Let K8-E know something came up, and we may be a bit late.
>>Follow the signal.

>>4445674
+1

>>4445254
>>4445674
>>4445764
Writing...

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For some reason, you feel like this isn’t something that you can just ignore. You’d better let K8-E and the kids know.

“Shall I call them for you?” Trixy asks.

“Please and thank you.” you respond out loud. Having Trixy in your head is a little freaky, but it’s also incredibly time efficient. Even that short exchange between the two of you was technically unnecessary, but it’s likely that she only played along because she knew that you’re most comfortable with verbal communication.

As the phone rings, you toss down your hoverboard and hop on top of it. The board wobbles precariously for only a moment, before raising up the tail end in order to balance out your center of gravity. And with only the slightest shift in weight from your heel, you’re suddenly propelled forward by the board’s built in repulsors as you cruise over the bustling city streets.

After the first couple of rings, K8-E quickly picks up the phone and fumbles around with it for a bit. You hear the kids shouting in the background, but you’re pretty sure that’s just them getting excited about some movie or cartoon on TV.

“Hello?” she answers.

“Hey K8, I just got back from that class I was in, but I feel like I’m about to get wrapped up in something else real soon.” you declare. Meanwhile, Trixy alerts you to the fact that she’s started to trace the signal by displaying her progress on your HUD.

“So long as you are safe, you may come home as late as you like. Me and the children will be up for a while longer, so if you manage to finish quickly, you’re welcome to join us for our movie.” she says with a supportive attitude.

“I’ll try my best to make that happen. See you soon, K8.” you promise, before hanging up and checking on Trixy’s progress. This had better be good.

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After embarking on this wild goose chase, you’re dragged nearly halfway across town as you attempt to track down the source of this signal. The closer you get, the louder the static interference is and the clearer the gargled alien language becomes. As this is no indicator for a particularly abnormal phenomenon, you’re left with no other choice but to fly in circles around this suburban neighborhood until you see something worth your attention. But right when you’re about to give up, you see a house in the distance giving off a strange energy signature. And for the briefest of moments, you see a bright flash of light emanating from every window in the house.

“Well, we’ve already come this far…” you grumble, while flying towards the white and grey house. As you get closer, you issue a mental command to scan the building, and according to your readings, there are three people in the house, plus one cat. And all of them are in the same room.

(Cont.)

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“I’ll just take a little peek inside, just to be safe.” you declare, as you hop off your board and transform into Big Chill without even touching your Omnitrix. But judging from the way they’re moving around in there, it would seem that your presence has already been noticed by whoever is in that bedroom. Must have been the bright purple flash from your transformation. You begin to wonder if there’s any way to turn that off somehow.

But even then, you’re far too frustrated to turn around now. Without further delay, you turn intangible and phase through the wall, however, you’re not at all prepared for what you see.

Inside this room is a woman floating above her bed, shrouded in a pale, white aura with her eyes wide open and her mouth agape. And standing at the foot of the bed are two tall, pale and thin creatures with dark, beady eyes. Most conspiracy theorists and cryptid hunters would call them “Greys”, but you know better, as you’ve encountered these guys once before. You know them better as “The Fourth Kind”!

If your memory serves right, these guys were abductees who went around deporting alien migrants. So if that’s the case, then why are they invading the home of this seemingly human woman?

“...Oh shit.” one of the costumed goons mutters as he stores his datapad and pulls out a communicator. “We need an evac. Like, now!” he shouts. And just like that, they’re beamed up by a blinding white light from above.

“Wade, I am detecting a large spacecraft above us.” Trixy announces. As you run over to the window, you see a massive, disk shaped vessel looming over the neighborhood. How’d this thing go unnoticed for so long?

Suddenly, the flying saucer begins to disappear from sight, blending in perfectly with the starry night sky as it activates some sort of cloaking device.

“That is how.” Trixy states.

And if things weren’t bad enough already, your transformation is undone without your consent, while simultaneously creating a flash of golden light along with it. Which by the way, wakes the woman from her trance and drops her back onto her bed. She gets up screaming frantically searching the room for the cause of her discomfort, only to find you climbing out her window.

“It’s just a bad dream, lady! No one would believe you, anyway!” you shout, as you throw yourself out the window and onto your hoverboard. You need to catch that UFO, fast! But first, you might want to try finding it first.

What do you do?

>Channel Mana through your Crown Chakra in order to spot the ship.
>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)
>Use your Biosovortian Repulsors as metal detectors in order to locate the ship.
>Send out a drone to track the energy signature from before.
>Write-in.

>>4446560
>Channel Mana through your Crown Chakra in order to spot the ship.

Forgot to post the usual pastebins! Knew I was forgetting something.

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

>>4446560
>Channel Mana through your Crown Chakra in order to spot the ship.
>Ask Trixy if she can track it's signal or energy signatures

>>4446560
>>Channel Mana through your Crown Chakra in order to spot the ship.
>>Ask Trixy if she can track it's signal or energy signatures

>>4446633
>>4446735
>>4446914
Writing...

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Now, you could transform into Monitor Lizard, OR you could try channeling mana through your chakras. You’re pretty sure that one of them allowed you to see through illusions.

“I believe it was the Crown Chakra.” Trixy reminds you.

Yeah, that one! Let’s give it a shot.

As you close your eyes and focus on your breathing, you find it easier to sense the flow of mana in the area around you. It circulates between the houses below you, swims between the gaps in your armor and harmlessly passes through your body. But most importantly, it flows around the disk shaped craft that’s hastily fleeing from you.

Found it! Hey Trixy, do you think you can track this ship’s energy signature so we don’t lose it again?

“I assure you that it will not get the chance.” Trixy promises. That’s your girl.

While she does that, you quickly close the distance between you and the UFO by activating the boosters on your hoverboard. Crouching low helps you to maintain your balance, but hopefully the magnetic locks on the board’s surface prevents you from falling in the first place.

As soon as you get close enough, you take a chance, leaping from your board and onto the edge of the ship. You’re not too worried about grabbing your hoverboard either, as Trixy usually places it in Matter Storage whenever you decide to ditch it. You, however, a bit worried about being thrown off the smooth surface of this sharp incline. Your magnetic suit mod must be going at full power to prevent you from being blown away by these high speed winds.

Suddenly, you notice numerous circular indentations forming on the ship’s outer hull. Not before long, you’re completely surrounded by them. And the next thing you know, multiple laser turrets pop out of them and take careful aim at you.

What do you do?

>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)
>Create a clone and take the turrets out with your wrist mounted plasma cannons.
>Channel mana through your Throat Chakra and hack the turrets with Trixy’s help.
>Fire your armor plates out in every direction and have them pierce through the automated guns.
>Create a thin, disk-shaped mana construct and expand it to take out the turrets surrounding you.
>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

>>4447244
How does the arc launcher work on our suit?

>>4447244
>Channel mana through your Throat Chakra and hack the turrets with Trixy’s help.
>Make a force field out of either the suit or mana. Which one do you guys think
Unless you want to something else, i understand

>>4447326
Want to do*

>>4447323
The arc launcher is a close to mid range taser that fires off electricity generated by the suit. It can be used to overload electronics and incapacitate organics.

>>4447244
>>Channel mana through your Throat Chakra and hack the turrets with Trixy’s help.
> Make a protective barrier using the suit to stay safe while doing so

>>4447244
>>4447354
+1

>>4447326
>>4447354
>>4447601
Roll 1d100+10, bo3!

Rolled 28 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4447761

Rolled 6 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4447761

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>4447761

Well, shieet

>>4448099
>>4448505
>>4448712
Writing...

>38

Before the turrets even get a chance to fire, you erect a barrier with your suit’s shield generators in order to protect yourself from incoming fire. It’s pale, pulsating, luminous veil obscures your vision ever so slightly as it forms an unstable bubble around you.

While Trixy maintains your shields, you decide to try out another one of your Chakras. Specifically, the one that supposedly increases your intelligence. If paired with your Parallel Thinking, you should be able to help Trixy hack these turrets. You might even be able to put them under your control.

“That is an excellent idea, Wade.” Trixy blurts out. You still need to get used to that.

Without delay, Trixy pulls up the turret’s specifications, such as make and model, while the two of you fish around for some string of code that you can manipulate.

Unfortunately, this task proves to be particularly distracting, as you fail to notice a set of missile launcher turrets being erected behind you. And as soon as you turn around, your barrier is bombarded with explosive projectiles, tearing through your defenses and knocking you off of the UFO!

As you rapidly descend towards the surface, the wind whipping wildly at your damaged armor, you quickly realize that you’re much higher up than you’d presumed. Sometime during that engagement, you and the UFO broke through the cloud-line and nearly reached cruising altitude. They must really want to shake you off. But you’re not about to make it easy for them.

“Trixy, I need a lift!” you shout in your mind. And before you know it, your hoverboard materializes from your storage unit and into your hand. As it unfolds and the anti-grav generators kick in, you place all of your weight onto the board, in hopes that it can stop you from reaching terminal velocity. And luckily, it manages to kill your momentum and send you flying towards the direction of the UFO at the same time!

As you glide along the seemingly endless sea of clouds, you’re quickly alerted to the fact that the UFO has started firing at you from a distance. With the utmost urgency, you narrowly avoid being shot out of the sky by a volley of large, green, disk shaped plasma bolts.

What do you do?

>Transform into an alien. (Which one?)
>Channel Mana through your Root Chakra and avoid the projectiles with a series of acrobatic dodges.
>Channel Mana through your Crown Chakra and use your increased reaction speed to deflect the projectiles with your sword.
>Fire back at the turrets with a few well placed fireballs.
>Create a clone and use it as a decoy in order to confuse your enemy.
>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

Made some changes to the skills pastebin to better explain what the functions of Wade's suit are used for. I've also made some additions to the alien trivia page for those that are interested. I will continue to make changes to these pastebins over the next few days.

While I'm at it, is there anything you guys think I should add to these pastebins? Or possibly the addition of am entirely new pastebin altogether?

>>4448864
>>Transform into an alien. (Which one?)
>Bloodrush

>>4448864
>>4448927
Once we get their we may be able to
>Combo swap into Upgrade and merge with the ship.

>>4448897
Home security, vehicles (likely gonna be useless) goal in mind (like previously dealing with dtraxus was like a main goal, can keep simple) & accomplishments
Just top of the head

>>4449064
>>4448927
+1
Honestly should have thought to use Upgrade before :P

>>4450040
I'll get to work on that soon.

>>4448927
>>4449064
>>4450044
Roll 1d100, b03!

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>4450142

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>4450142

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>4450142

>>4450147
>>4450163
>>4450201
Writing...

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>75

Before the plasma bolts get a chance to reach you, a mental command to Trixy transforms you into Bloodrush in an instant. And although your wings haven’t fully developed yet, you’re still fully capable of evading the bolts mid-air by pushing around the blood in your body.

With a flap of your mighty wings, you shoot straight upwards, zigzagging between each and every shot in order to avoid being struck down. You feel the heat from the plasma bolts grazing your leathery skin ever so slightly. Whatever these guys have to hide, they’re adamant about keeping it hidden.

Without losing momentum, you swap to Upgrade in a flash of violet light, and due to the speed at which you're flying, your liquid metallic skin ripples from the wind pressure. As you collide with the ship, you proceed to merge with it immediately, invading every weapon’s system, sensor array and complex subroutine. Your thin, blanket-like techno-organic flesh spreads over the UFO’s shiny metal surface, changing it from a reflective silver to a pitch black canvas with purple circuit patterns running through it. You now have full control over their ship.

As soon as you’re able to take control of the cameras, you see that the fake alien minions inside the ship are scrambling around and struggling to regain control of their vessel.

What do you do?

>Point the ship's guns at them and land the ship in a nearby secluded area.
>Fly the ship into the Hangar Bay of the nearest Plumber Base.
>Examine the ship’s computer files and data logs.
>Check for any prisoners aboard the ship.
>Flood the ship with knockout gas.
>Write-in.

>>4450395
>Examine the ship’s computer files and data logs.
>Check for any prisoners aboard the ship.

If there's prisoners.
>Point the ship's guns at them and land the ship in a nearby secluded area.

If not.
>Flood the ship with knockout gas.
>Fly the ship into the Hangar Bay of the nearest Plumber Base.

>>4450395
>>4450412
Support but one alteration to if there's prisoners
>Point the ship's guns at them and land the ship in a nearby plumber base.

>>4450542
The reason I didn't want to use that one is because of the whole deportation thing.

>>4450561
Fair, however they tend to target people whether they're legally allowed to stay here or not.

>>4450565
I'm still against taking them directly there if there's prisoners. We can let the prisoners go, then take them to the plumbers.

>>4450412
+1
Secluded area
Once we get enough info we can decide what to do
Hopefully see if can get some info from the aliens

>>4450412
>>4451353
Writing...

Before you make a decision on what to do with these guys, you’re gonna need to do a bit of digging. These unencrypted files should shed a little light on this situation.

According to these logs, The Fourth Kind has been solely targeting mutants and studying mutant genealogy in particular. After discovering the nature of Coyote’s condition, some guy named James took charge and made some changes to the group’s experimenting methods and procedures.

Above all, they appear to be worried about the sudden introduction of aliens to Earth’s culture. The conclusion that James reached is that humans would eventually become an endangered species if disorganized crossbreeding was allowed to continue When mixed with alien DNA, human DNA doesn’t stand out, and it only grows weaker and weaker with each passing generation. At least, that’s what these test results explain. And from what you’ve seen, their research is most likely accurate. However, you’ll never condone of their barbaric methods, or their xenophobic views.

“It’s no good. We’re locked out!” one of them shouts. By now, they’ve shed their cheap rubber masks and have revealed their human faces. But as you observe the camera feeds from all over the ship, your worst fears come to fruition. By your count, they’ve collected at least 200 people. And to your surprise, most of them appear to be human! Only a handful of the abductees register as being 100% alien.

These must be the mutants that they’ve been conducting experiments on. But the one thing that you don’t understand is how all of these people disappeared without it becoming a front page news story.

Regardless, you make the executive decision to land this craft in the nearest secluded clearing so you can free these prisoners.

While you grow tired of watching these freaks scramble around and prod at you with electrified staves, you think now would be a good time to round them up.

In each and every facility on the ship, you whip out a series of gatling blaster turrets and point them at the human imposters. A heavy silence falls over the staff, and the only sounds that can be heard are the hushed murmurs of the Fourth Kind and the shifting inner mechanisms inside of your turrets.

“You’re X, right?” asks a brave man with dark skin, a shaved head and a massive scar stretching across his face. “I heard that you’re human too. Doesn’t it make you at all upset that your own people might become extinct one day? Next thing you know, they’ll be locking us up in zoos in order to preserve our species.” he says with a wry grin. You, however, do not engage him in conversation. Nor do you remotely humor him with a response in any shape, way, or form. This appears to agitate the brave man, as he grumbles and grits his teeth in frustration.

(Cont.)

“...Word on the extranet is that your alien weapon has some sort of function that allows you to alter someone’s DNA. Be it human, or alien.” he states with much intrigue. “That very technology could be what saves the human race, and here you are squandering its potential.” he says in a chastising tone.

But you continue to ignore his rant, as you prepare to land in a secluded clearing just outside of Bellwood.

“Brace for impact.” you instruct the prisoners. You don’t much care what happens to their abductors.

Right before you touch the ground, you stretch out your landing gear and open up the UFO’s wing panels, causing the craft to slow down exponentially, and eventually bringing you to a complete stop. The landing was a little rough, but you’re glad that everyone got through it okay.

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Once release the prisoners and march the Fourth Kind out of the UFO, you cancel your transformation early and remold your Techadon suit’s armor plates into restraints for their arms and legs. This way, no one can get any funny ideas.

“Umm...” mutters one of the mutants as she approaches you. The young woman appears to be a little older than you, but not by much. She has jet black hair, and her pale skin is adorned with dark purple crystal shards. You spot them on her cheeks, glittering beneath her dark hair, on her arms, peeking through the rolled up cuffs on her jean jacket, and on her legs, ever so slightly peeking out from underneath her long skirt. “That thing that you were talking about earlier with those weird alien guys. Was it true? Can you really make us normal again?” she asks. Standing beside her are two children who appear to be mutants carrying Nosedeenian DNA. Their black, metallic skin, sharp teeth and white eyes all have striking similarities to the purebred species. The twins both wear yellow, rubber raincoats and galoshes. Most likely to insulate the volatile electricity coursing through their bodies.

Once everyone else overhears your conversation with the girl, they begin stepping forward and bombarding you with similar questions and complaints. Now that you’re getting a good look at these guys, most of them appear to be fairly young. And according to James’ data logs, a good chunk of them are runaways.

What do you do?

>Call the Plumbers, report the incident and wait patiently for their arrival.
>Request immediate foster care for these mutant kids. No one should have to live on the streets in your city.
>Extend an offer for them to come live with you at the X Mansion.
>Offer to alter their mutant DNA and make them into purebred humans.
>Attempt to raise awareness on this major issue by speaking out with the help of your contacts.(Wilderbee/Trixy(Social media)/Darcy Drew)
>Take a moment to thoroughly interrogate the Fourth Kind. There might be more of them out there as we speak.
>Write-in.

>>4452106
>Offer to alter their mutant DNA and make them into purebred humans.
>Call the Plumbers, report the incident and wait patiently for their arrival.
>Take a moment to thoroughly interrogate the Fourth Kind. There might be more of them out there as we speak.
>Request immediate foster care for these mutant kids. No one should have to live on the streets in your city.

>>4452178
+1

>>4452178
+1

>>4452106
>Offer to alter their mutant DNA and make them into purebred humans. However let it be known it's purely optional, and if anyone is fine or proud with who they are they don't have too.
>>Call the Plumbers, report the incident and wait patiently for their arrival.
>>Take a moment to thoroughly interrogate the Fourth Kind. There might be more of them out there as we speak.
>>Request immediate foster care for these mutant kids. No one should have to live on the streets in your city.
> For those that stay mutant and want to do more offer them a home at the mansion

>>4452551
I'm not to big on the idea of bringing more people into the mansion. We got a good amount of people for a team at the moment, and I feel like testing the water with them would go well. Plus the fact we were moving got leaked super fast, so I wouldn't want to risk our identity by bringing in a bunch of new people. The lenopans may have trouble keeping it a secret, imagine a whole bunch of people we haven't even interacted with.

>>4452178
>>4452465
>>4452501
Writing...

“For anyone who wants to ‘become normal again’, line up in front of me.” you demand. And to your surprise, almost all of them are willing to comply. One by one, over one-hundred teenagers, pre-teens and kids line up to receive “genetic treatment”. And the scary part is how short the process is. All Trixy needs to do is zap them with a thin laser, and their entire body changes as fast as you do when you transform. Luckily, there’s no downsides, since they were half human already.

You had no idea that this was happening in Bellwood, let alone the entire world. And the abductees that you rescued look absolutely thrilled to be freed of a genetic curse that they never asked for. Not everyone wants to be a hero, and not everyone has the mindset for it.

Next up is the crystal girl that you spoke to earlier. You’re pretty sure that she’s part Petrosapien, but you could be wrong. As she closes her eyes and prepares for the worst, you unleash a dark purple beam of energy that penetrates her body and changes her genetic makeup in a mere instant. The crystals on her skin, flake off and turn to dust, and the color of her skin becomes a shade darker than it originally was.

When she opens her eyes again, she takes a moment to examine her new and improved purebred human body. The girl does a little twirl for good measure and begins giggling as tears well up in her light blue eyes. Suddenly, she sets her sights on you and pulls you into a tight hug.

“Oh God! Thank you…” she whimpers while burying her face in your chest.

Is being half-alien really that bad for these people? You guess they don’t have an understanding family like you do, so life must be really rough for them.

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After you finish curing the last of the abductees, you decide to call the Plumbers for a roadside pickup. This empty park won’t stay empty for long. You’ve already had to shoo away a few people that were just passing by. And most importantly, you’ll need someone who can take good care of the runaways. Some may opt to go back to their original homes, but you’d like to give them the option, nonetheless.

But now that you’ve got some free time, you should try to get some more information out of the Fourth Kind. You have no idea of the scope of their operation, and you can’t allow them to keep doing this even after you’ve left.

Out of all of your prisoners, you decide to go talk to the bald man with the scar from before. He seemed chatty before, so maybe he’ll spill the beans if you push him a little bit.

“What's wrong? Are you here to gloat?” he asks with an indignant glare in his eye.

What will be your method of interrogation?

>Hypnotize him with Rad-El Snake.
>Blast him with Splash Damage’s water cannons until he talks.
>Hit him with Snapdragon’s bad breath.
>Juggle him in the air with Dropkick.
>Force him to endure drastic changes in weather by transforming into Fourcast.
>Write-in.

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

>>4453065
>>Force him to endure drastic changes in weather by transforming into Fourcast.

>>4453078
+1

>>4453078
+1
We can also drop from way high to scare him then catch him :)

>>4453078
>>4453388
>>4453404
Writing...

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“Nope. I need answers, and you’re gonna give them to me.” you confidently declare.

“If you think for a second that I’ll-!” he begins. But before he gets a chance to finish his sentence, you transform into Fourcast with a mere thought and command your weather drones to circle him menacingly. And judging by the uneasy expression on his face, your little display managed to stir him up a bit.

“...Like I was saying. Nothing you do can b-b-b-b-break me…” he stammers. While he was busy acting tough, your drones caused the temperature within the immediate area to drop significantly. Not enough to give him frostbite or make him freeze to death, but enough to make his body start going numb. He can barely stop his teeth from chattering as the frigid air penetrates his skintight rubber suit.

His companions, on the other hand, are absolutely flabbergasted by the fact that they aren’t experiencing any of these climate changes. You’ve somehow managed to create a personalized weather chamber for their bold leader.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is it too cold for you? Here, let me turn up the heat a little bit.” you mischievously suggest. And with a wave of your hand, you change the weather chamber’s climate to mirror that of a blisteringly hot and arid desert. As buckets of sweat pour down his face, a shimmering haze hovering over his body starts to obscure his vision. You go back and forth like this for a few minutes, shifting from intense heat, to bitter cold, and even mixing in a few miniature tornadoes and typhoons to scare him. With each passing phase, his shame grows, and that tough-guy act from before slowly begins to crumble. You start to notice the defiant look in his eye fading away sometime after the third surprise mini twister. At this point, the poor guy looks like he’s about to hurl. You’re not sure how much more he can take.

“You know, I can create acid rain, too. It’s strong enough to eat through steel like wet paper.” you say with a sinister giggle. And your high-pitched, processed voice makes your delivery much creepier than you had expected it to be. Fourcast kinda just sounds like he’s always talking in a fishbowl. At least, that’s what it sounds like to you.

After hearing your threat, the man’s composure collapses completely, and you see a look of genuine terror spreading across his face as he scrambles along the ground in an attempt to crawl away from you. “Alright, alright! I’ll talk.” he shouts. “We were hired to round up as many mutants as we could without getting caught, and drop them off a few states over.” he admits.

“And who do you work for?” you ask, while getting towering over him ominously.

“...The Roman Charges.” he states.

Hmm. Why does that name sound familiar?

“You encountered them once before when you went on your first mission with Special Agent Kilik.” Trixy reminds you.

(Cont.)

Wait a minute…

AH FUCK! They’re the Earth weebs, aren’t they?!

“I’m sorry. The word ‘weebs’ is not in my dictionary. Shall I add it for later?” Trixy innocently inquires. This is gonna suck.

Just then, you see a couple of patrol cars rolling up behind you, along with a small aircraft for emergency rescue and transport. Looks like backup has finally arrived.

With only this much, they’ll probably have to make multiple trips. Which means they won’t be able to back you up in your fight against the Roman Charges. That is, unless, you help the runaways get to a secure facility in order to speed up the process. But then again, you might risk letting the Earth weebs get away if you take too long.

What will you do?

>Race towards the drop-off in order to confront the Roman Charges.
>Aid the Plumbers in transporting the runaways to a secure location.
>Alert any nearby Plumbers to the drop-off location. They might be able to get there before you and keep them busy.
>Call your Multiverse Team for backup if any of them are available.
>Write-in.

>>4454381
>Race towards the drop-off in order to confront the Roman Charges.

We have them all secured, the plumbers should be fine. Chances are they're more likely to listen to a human, so us going would probably be the best thing to do.

>>4454381
>Race towards the drop-off in order to confront the Roman Charges.

>>4454381
>>Race towards the drop-off in order to confront the Roman Charges.

>>4454618
>>4454711
>>4454828
Writing...

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On second thought, the Plumber looks like they’ve got everything handled here. Transporting the prisoners and runaways shouldn’t be too much of a problem for them. And considering the Roman Charges’...fixation on human culture, it would probably be advantageous for you to meet them alone. Besides, if things get violent, you’re pretty sure you can handle yourself. After all, you did just fine last year.

“Can you guys take care of things over here?” you ask. And a tall, one-eyed alien with blotchy red skin nods in response. They’re very used to this process by now. You show up, beat on the bad guys and Trixy files a report including some snippets of footage she records through your mask’s lenses.

“Thanks. I’ll go on ahead.” you declare, as you morph into XLR8 and break into a mad dash down the road. The Fourth Kind said that this drop-off was happening a few states over, so you’ve got to hurry before they wise up and decide to leave.

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After running at full speed for seven minutes, you time out early and ride the rest of the way on your hoverboard in order to conserve energy. You might need to use the Omnitrix when you confront them, so you’re just preparing yourself for that possibility.

But man, they weren’t kidding when they said that these guys were a “few states over”. You had to run all the way to Florida, for Pete’s sake!

As you draw closer to the drop-off location, you hop off of your board and wade through the muck and thick, tangled underbrush. Your mask’s lenses come with night vision, but you still feel disoriented and exposed amidst these gnarly, curling trees. But at least your suit projects you from all these bloodthirsty mosquitoes.

Eventually, you make your way to a thick grove overseeing a clearing in the swamp, and as you peer through its foliage, you spot a fairly large group of burly, pig-like aliens pacing back and forth. The armor that they wear seems to be some sort of odd mashup between Roman, Nordic and Greek cultures. It’s almost like they couldn’t decide which one to honor, so they chose all of them and made this abomination of a uniform. The colors, metalsmithing techniques and cultural symbols are sort of just thrown together without any rhyme or reason. The weapons they wield appear to mimic martial melee weapons in appearance, but you’re able to spot laser barrels and plasma cartridges stored within them.

At the moment, most of them are standing fairly close to their ship, as its headlights are illuminating the area and allowing them to see through this pitch black swamp.

What do you do?

>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)
>Reveal yourself and attempt to reason with these freaks.
>Create a duplicate of your suit, make it appear to be human and use it as bait to lure them out.
>Take out their lights and pick them off one by one under the cover of darkness.
>Use your drone to eavesdrop on their conversations.
>CHARGE!
>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

>>4455644
>Use your drone to eavesdrop on their conversations.
If it sounds like they can be reasoned with,
>Reveal yourself and attempt to reason with these freaks.
If not,
>Take out their lights and pick them off one by one under the cover of darkness, using Hack N' Slash. Slasher style.

>>4455837
Supporting this one. It has been a long time since wd used Hack N' Slash.

>>4455837
>>4455906
Writing...

WE RUNNING A SESSION, BOIS!

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Before you try anything hasty, you might as well get an idea of what their goal is. With but a mental command, you create a miniature duplicate of your armor and reshape it into a beetle drone. As you let it fly from your hand, you hope that the pigs can’t hear its rapid wingbeat over the noises of nocturnal fauna.

When it gets close enough to clearly pick up their conversation, you tune your helmet’s frequency to pick up the drone’s audio. Let’s see what they’re planning.

“So what are you gonna do when you get your human slave?” one of the centurions asks.

“I’m thinking of having them cook me an exquisite human cuisine, while they sing me one of the Earth’s many national anthems.” another proudly proclaims.

“And I finally get to make some use out of my Terran wardrobe. I bet they would look so cute in these frilly little Victorian era dresses.” another chimes in.

“Can you not call them Terrans? It’s incredibly offensive.” one of them says whilst shaking their head.

...Alright, you’ve had enough. These guys are beyond reason. Time to bring out an old classic!

Despite the fact that you don’t need to go through the process of manually selecting an alien, you can’t help but feel satisfied as you select Hack N’ Slash’s icon and slam your hand down onto the Omnitrix’s core.

In an instant, your muscle density increases drastically, and your skeletal structure practically reshapes itself from the ground up. You can feel every layer of skin on your face peeling back in order to make room for your exoskeletal mask, as well as the sharp pain from your bone blades popping out of your elbows.

You’ve become Hack N’ Slash!

And it would seem that the bright flash from your transformation did not go unnoticed. However, by the time that they decide to investigate, you’ve already shot out their ship’s light with a carefully aimed volley of bone shards.

Now, it’s time to get to work.

>Roll 1d100+10

Rolled 53 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4456138

Rolled 60 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4456138

Rolled 8 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4456138

>>4456180
>>4456184
>>4457515
Writing...

>70

As the delusional gangsters tightly grip their weapons, you observe them from afar, skulking around in the tall grass and stalking your prey. Every now and again, you’ll see one or two of them break off from the main group, allowing you ample time to strike.

The first goes down easy. You simply walk up behind him, put him in a chokehold and drag him deep into the marsh, where you apply pressure to his throat until he passes out. When another approaches you in an attempt to investigate, you rip a sizable bone club out of your shoulder and bring it against the side of his head as you swing it at full force. The impact makes an audible clank as bone crashes against metal, alerting the others that something is amiss. But alas, their hopes of finding you are quickly dashed when a thick fog rolls into the area. And while you had nothing to do with this, the timing and convenience is absolutely beautiful.

The remaining Charges decide to huddle together, diverting their attention away from a slow little piggy in the back. Before he even gets a chance to catch up, you tackle him into a nearby pond and deliver a bone crushing punch to his snout without remorse. A sickening crunch rings through your ears as your reinforced knuckle dusters collide with his rubbery flesh.

One by one, you take them out with the utmost efficiency. Your tactics vary greatly, from clobbering someone in the back of the head with a bone mallet, to trapping one of them within your protruding rib cage and squeezing the air out of their lungs. For one guy who was camping close to the ship, you grabbed his head and slammed his face into the hull’s exterior over and over until he stopped moving. It was brutal, but strangely satisfying at the same time.

After a while, the Roman Charges come to realize that there are only four of them left. Amidst all the fear and panic, they were the only ones who withstood your onslaught. But that’s about to change.

As their eyes dart around cautiously, you emerge from the fog to take out the most cowardly looking pig. He doesn’t even scream when he sees you. His voice gets caught in his throat, and he’s left utterly speechless, frozen in this moment of pure terror. Not wanting to waste this opportunity, you deliver a kick to the inside of his thigh, bringing him lower to the ground and right into a precise palm strike to his throat. As he desperately gasps for air, you grab him by his throat, slam him onto the ground and plunge your boot right into his face with a brutal stomp.

His ally notices this, however, and decides to lunge at you with his polearm. While his blade grazes your side, you’re able to grab onto the weapon, pulling the gangster towards you and bringing your knee right into his snout. A trickle of blood lies through the air as he collapses to the ground, and the remaining Roman Charges can only look on in horror as their companion falls with an audible thud.

(Cont.)

Nevertheless, they raise their weapons and prepare to fire at you. Luckily, your quick thinking allows you to grab a fist full of mud and chuck it straight at their eyes. The pigs recoil from your dirty tactic, causing them to miss terribly and leaving them wide open in the process.

You rush in, boots slapping against the loose mud, yank the polearm away from one of the pigs, and smack him with the blunt side of it, sending him sliding across the floor. However, the last guy recovers faster than you thought he would, and he tackles you into a nearby pond.

As you become submerged in the cold, murky water, the last remaining Roman Charge puts his entire weight on your chest, making it hard for you to move. You’re not entirely sure if Hack N’ Slash needs to breathe, but you don’t want to be down here all night. So you pretend to stop struggling as hard, loosen your vice-like grip in his arms and allow him to get cocky. And right when he gets a little too close, you slam your elbow into the side of his face, momentarily disrupting his balance and giving you a chance to throw him off.

Slowly emerging from the murky depths, you let out a long sigh and crack your neck. It’s Showtime.

What do you do?

No roll required. Go crazy!

>Bait out a punch, parry it, wrestle him to the ground and pin him down with your protruding rib cage.
>Grab a submerged log and break it over his head.
>Make this into an all out slug-match! You bet he’ll go down before you do!
>Go for cheap shots and dirty tactics. You want to end this quickly.
>Create a bone staff and take him out with a series of coordinated strikes.
>Create a skull with no eye sockets, shove it onto his head and break it with a bone mallet.
>Lash him with a whip made from your spinal cord.
>Write-in.

Whoops. Almost forgot about the ambiance.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DI9YBNtMqhg

>>4457712
>>Lash him with a whip made from your spinal cord.

>>4457712
>Lash him with a whip made from your spinal cord.
Make him surrender then ask if they got a leader & other info

>>4457712
>Lash him with a whip made from your spinal cord.
Loved the way you wrote this, exactly like a slasher flick.

>>4457724
>>4457818
>>4457906
Thanks! This is lowkey one of my favorite aliens. I love slashers.

Also, writing...

As the two of you cautiously circle each other, you get the idea to produce a new weapon that you just thought up.

With an oozing squelch, the tip of your tailbone pops out of your back and slithers out like a snake. After you developed a proper replacement for your spine and set it in place, you grab hold of the old one and tear it out of your back. Despite it being slick with blood and covered in mud, you find it to be surprisingly easy to wield. With but the slightest touch to one of its vertebrae, it becomes a spear, or a spike. But right now, you need it to be a bit more flexible than either of those weapon types.

With a simple flick of your wrist, the serrated spinal cord goes slack, making it perfect to be used as a whip.

Your opponent squeals loudly, as he charges at you with reckless abandon. But this would prove to be his downfall, since the momentum from his charge allows for the blades on your whip to tear right through his thick, rubbery flesh. All you needed to do was raise your arm and bring the weapon up to his chest.

The giant pig staggers from the attack, giving you the chance to deliver a vicious flurry of attacks to his exposed arms. He attempts to block your attacks, but to no avail. At this rate, he’ll sustain more damage for remaining on the defensive. So he decides to create some distance between the two of you. However, this is the exact type of reaction that you were expecting. Because as soon as his feet left the ground, you were able to tangle his legs up in your whip and trip him by pulling it back.

As the pig rolled around in the mud, splashing about like a madman, you circle behind him and wrap your whip around his neck. When he feels your bone blades poking against his carotid, he stops moving altogether. You can’t tell from all of this water, mud and blood, but if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he was breaking into a cold sweat.

But man, you really wish that you could speak right now. There’s no point in interrogating someone if the only things you can are grunt and breathe menacingly.

“We have questions, and you are going to answer them.” Trixy demands. Is she speaking in place of you because she’s able to read your thoughts? That’s so rad!

“Alright, I’ll talk!” the pig whines.

Let’s see how this goes. Who’s your leader and what’s his goal?

“Who is your leader, and what is his overall goal?” Trixy repeats.

“The boss doesn’t know anything about us being here. He hates the thought of us using humans as slaves.” the gangster confesses. “This was just supposed to be a quick exchange between us and those gray alien guys!” he grunts.

Oh man. He has no idea that the Fourth Kind are actually humans. They were probably creeped out by their obsessive behavior.

“Please, the boss will have our heads if he finds out!” he pleads.

(Cont.)

“If he doesn’t then I’d be glad to take it.” Trixy threatens as you tighten the whip around his neck. Your partner is so much more fun these days!

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After your second interrogation of the night, you tie everyone up and wait for backup to arrive. It takes an hour and a half, but the Plumbers eventually show up with more than enough room in their trucks to transport these guys off world.

You’ll have to set up a meeting with the Roman Charges’ boss in order to sort things out, but that shouldn’t take long.

“Excuse me, sir.” one of the rookie Plumbers approaches you. You think you remember this one from the Lenopan operation. She was the Loboan girl that was way too uptight. “I’ve got a message meant for you. It’s from the heiress to the Gourmet Empire.” she states.

Wait. Isn’t that the group that the Omnivore put together? What does she want with you?

You cautiously take the datapad from her hands and examine its contents. It says here that she wants to establish a mutually beneficial relationship between the Gourmet Empire and the Plumbers in order to improve relations. She can’t be serious, right?

“If she thinks for a second that I’d ever do business with someone who eats sentient beings-” you begin, before the Loboan cuts you off.

“If I may, sir...you might want to reconsider this course of action. We can’t afford to have the Gourmet Empire as enemies. We’re still recovering from our war with the Lenopans.” she proclaims.

You’ve got a really bad feeling about all of this, but she’s right about the Plumbers needing support. With the absence of the council, their forces are being stretched thin.

What do you do?

>Schedule a meeting with the Omnivore in the near future.
>Refuse to do business with the Gourmet Empire.
>Put the request on hold until you’re able to do more research.
>Send a vulgar image to the Omnivore as a response.
>Request that someone else attend the meeting in your stead.
>Write-in.

(Sorry for the delayed update. Had to sneak in a quick nap.)

>>4458314
>Put the request on hold until you’re able to do more research.
I don't like the idea of working with these guys to much. But there's no way we stand a chance against them at the moment. I say once we get some more info, we
>Send an ambassador and set up an embassy.

>>4458418
If we deem it safe and reasonable of course.

>>4458314
>>Put the request on hold until you’re able to do more research.
>Send an ambassador and set up an embassy.
>However if they insist on us coming we go along for the first meeting.

>>4458640
+1
Gotta play it smart.
Also Trixy recently has been badass, love 'er.

>>4458418
+1
Send a message asking why she wants us to meet with her
Seems a bit suspicious

We can vote later if we agree to go if they insist for us to meet them in the first meeting

>>4458418
>>4458640
>>4459088
>>4459381
Writing...

You agree with the Loboan about now wanting to get into a conflict with the Gourmet Empire, but you’re still not sure about doing business with them.

“Tell them that I need some time to consider their offer. In the meantime, we should arrange for an ambassador to set up an embassy between them and the Core World Alliance.” you suggest.

“But sir, didn’t they request to see you specifically?” the officer asks.

“They did, but I’m gonna find out if she’s okay with a substitute. She shouldn’t need me specifically to attend the meeting, but if she won’t budge on the matter, then I guess I’ve got no choice.” you resign. While the thought is still fresh in your mind, you decide to send a message to the Omnivore announcing your decision to mull over her offer, as well as questioning her desire to see you personally.

“Very well. The process of choosing an adequate ambassador should take several cycles. As soon as we’ve made our decision, you will be consulted on the matter. This request will require both your approval and that of another Magister in order for it to be properly arranged.” she states.

You pretty much guessed that this would need to go through the proper channels, but you have confidence that there won’t be any issues with convincing Koba or Grandpa. However, you have no idea who would be crazy enough to dive headfirst into a den of bloodthirsty carnivores.

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Once you’ve got everything squared away, you race back home as Bloodrush in an attempt to catch your family if they’re still awake. But as soon as you get through the door, you’re greeted with the precious sight of K8-E sleeping on the couch with the kids in her arms. Seems like you were late again.

You turn the TV off, carefully remove the kids from her grasp and carry them to bed. N8’s getting much heavier these days, but he’s still pretty light for a teenage boy. And with the utmost caution, you gingerly scoop up K8-E and bring her to your bedroom without waking her up. The hardest part is tucking her in without stirring her too much, but you’ve got a ton of practice doing this already. However, you’re not sure if that’s a good thing to get used to.

When you go back to the living room, you find Olumar cleaning up the living room in your stead.

“I was just about to put the children to sleep before you arrived. What was it this time?” she inquires.

“It was a bizarre abduction case. I managed to handle it, though.” you reply while helping her clear the table.

“Hm, I’m sure you did. I cannot imagine how this city will remain standing once you’ve left.” she laughs. You have mutual concerns, but the bustling hero population here should be able to handle things once you’re gone.

(Cont.)

“Steel’s worried about the same thing. He doesn’t like the fact that everyone depends on me so much, and I’m starting to agree with him.” you admit. Just then, Olumar places a large hand over yours.

“Do not worry yourself with trivial matters such as these, Master. I shall handle the cleaning for you tonight.” she proudly declares. “Besides, don’t you have a rally to oversee tomorrow?” she asks.

What do you say?

>”Thanks, Blue. I owe you one.”(Attend the rally)
>”No, it’s okay. It’s the least I could do since I showed up late.”(Attend the rally, albeit a bit late)
>”We’ve got a DVR. Can't we just record it?”(Do not attend the rally)
>”Believe me, that rally is the last thing on my mind right now. I’ve got bigger fish to fry.” (Omnivore Diplomacy, The matter of The Cowl’s mind control)
>Write-in.

>>4459638
>>Write-in.
>I will, but incognito.

>>4459645
+1
While that's going on, it'd be nice if Trixy keeps us up to date with the Cowl and the Omnivore stuff.

>>4459719
I'm gonna +1 a +1 like the scum i am
Muahahah
Ha
Ha...

>>4459645
+1
>>4459719
Agreed

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>>4459645
>>4459719
>>4460879
Writing...

>>4460238
How vile...

“I do, but I won’t be going as X.” you declare. That would draw far too much unwanted attention. Besides, it’s been a while since you’ve given your civvies a spin.

“Then I pray it is an uneventful day for you, Master.” Olumar chuckles. And with that, you leave the cleaning to your faithful genie and prepare for bed. As you crawl beneath the covers, K8-E stirs and mumbles to herself. At first you were afraid that you’d woken her, but the familiar feeling of her tail coiling around your leg tells you that she’s probably still half asleep.

With a deep sigh, you rest your weary bones and close your heavy eyelids as you drift to sleep. You’ve (probably) got a big day ahead of you.

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The following morning, you wake up at the exact time that you set your alarm. And yet, you hear no noise, nor do you feel any uncomfortable vibrations. You just somehow knew when you should be waking up. Is this another side effect of the mind-meld thing that you did with Trixy? It’s convenient, but also super freaky.

Knowing that you won’t have time to make breakfast for K8-E and the kids, you leave the task to Olumar and prepare to start your day. After going through the process of fixing your hair, brushing your teeth and hopping in the shower, you attempt to pick through your wardrobe without making too much noise. Since you’re just going undercover, you’re not too worried about being fashion conscious. But still, you’d like to look nice when you actually decide to show your face.

Eventually, you decide on a black t-shirt, a purple and white varsity jacket and a pair of jeans. It won’t exactly get you on any magazines, but it's practical and bland enough to prevent you from attracting any unwanted attention during the rally. And speaking of attracting attention, you’re probably gonna have to leave your motorcycle in the garage. Which means, you’ll be taking the car you bought for appearances. You barely ever use it, aside from starting it up and filling it with gas every now and again to make sure that it runs.

By all means, it’s a very good car. Only two years old and barely used, this purple and black Dodge Charger mostly just sits in your garage under a dusty old tarp. But now, it's time to take this baby for a joy ride.

After eating a quick breakfast and leaving a note with Olumar, you hop into your car, insert the key into the ignition and listen as the engine roars to life. Not too long afterwards, you’re already out on the road and cruising through the streets of Downtown Bellwood.

(Cont.)

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Once you get deeper into the city, you quickly remember why you hated driving your car down here. The traffic is abysmal and the parking is horrid. Everything’s always so crowded, and no one has a single shred of patience. And things only get worse once you get closer and closer to the site of the rally. Eventually, you decide to bite the bullet and park your car in a garage ten minutes away from the rally. It’s a bit of a walk, but you’re in pretty good shape, so you don’t mind it too much.

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What was once a brisk and refreshing walk through the inner city, quickly turns into an unusually thorough inspection as you pass through a military checkpoint. From the looks of their uniforms, they must be Steel’s boys. Figures that Time-Out would want this place heavily guarded, but you didn’t expect them to cordon off an entire district!

When it’s your turn to pass through the metal detector, the machine reacts violently, and you’re pretty sure you know the reason why. Sometimes, having decuple reinforced synth metal grafted to your spine isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

All of a sudden, everyone’s eyes are on you, and a few of the soldiers are creeping approaching your position with their fingers hovering over their weapon’s safeties. Then, one of the guards scans your body with a portable metal detector. And once again, the device goes haywire when it gets to your waist.

“Lift your shirt.” the grunt commands.

You roll your eyes and shake your head from side to side, before lifting up your shirt to reveal...a normal studded leather belt. Even with those helmets covering their faces, you can tell that the guards are perplexed by this situation. It seems like the Omnitrix’s disguise is working as intended.

“Sorry. I probably should’ve taken it off beforehand, right? This type of thing happens with TSA all the time.” you say with a jovial tone. There’s a bit of chatter between them for a moment, but as soon as the metal detector clears you on the second pass, they have no choice but to let you through. That hacking function is really starting to come in handy.

“Sorry for the confusion. Right this way.” one of them says as they guide you through the checkpoint.

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Since you showed up a bit early, you’ve got some time to kill before the rally actually starts. Looking around, you see an assortment of food stalls, a local bar, a recruitment center for Time-Out’s forces, and a panel where Evo-tech employees demonstrate the applications of their latest technology.

What will you do?

>Try to gauge the people’s opinion on X, Steel, and Elena through casual conversation.
>Go find some alien food in one of these stalls. You’re starving!
>Check out that recruitment center. You’re curious to see what these G.I. Joes could possibly be teaching to civilians.
>Attend the Evo-tech panel in order to do some recon.
>Write-in.

>>4461591
>Listen to what people are saying about X, Steel, and Elena, while chowing down on some alien food.
>Attend the Evo-tech panel in order to do some recon.

>>4461591
>Listen to what people are saying about X, Steel, and Elena, while chowing down on some alien food.
>Attend the Evo-tech panel in order to do some recon.

>>4461591
>>Try to gauge the people’s opinion on X, Steel, and Elena through casual conversation.
>Attend the Evo-tech panel in order to do some recon.
>Go find some alien food in one of these stalls. You’re starving!

>>4461694
>>4462071
>>4462124
Writing...

While you’re here, you might as well gather some info. It would be nice to get an unbiased opinion on you and your wealthy benefactors during this rally. And there’s no better way to bond than eating delicious food! Grabbing some alien grub should offset this ravenous hunger that’s plaguing your stomach.

But after a bit of searching, you quickly realize that none of these stalls have a single scrap of alien food in stock. There’s Thai cuisine, Chinese food and the good old classic American hamburger, but nothing of interest. It’s a bit strange, considering that this district was known to have a few alien shops littered around here and there, but you decide that it’s not worth making a fuss about. Especially if your goal is to gather info without raising suspicion.

For now, you settle on a corndog and small bowl of chili fries. A light snack.

There’s a ton of conversations happening all at once, but you can’t just jump into any one of them. That would be weird, awkward and it would most likely disrupt the flow of the conversation. What you need is a good old debate.

“Do you guys seriously think they’d invite X to this rally? He brought down Evo-Corp and marched right into that Time Out facility during the prison break. I’m pretty sure that neither of them can stand the guy.” states a tall blonde standing around a group of 3 guys and 2 girls.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Someone says they got a picture of the two of them shaking hands back during the prison riots. And I’m pretty sure that Evo-Corp’s been expanding in China. Wouldn’t that make Validus cool with that Ben Seven kid?” one of the guys suggests.

“And by relation, that would make her cool with X, right? I saw a picture of them having lunch together in Hong Kong.” another girl brings up.

“Just because Elena’s shoving her weight around in China doesn’t mean that she’s best friends with that little asian power ranger. And there’s now way that she’s forgotten about that whole nanomachine controversy. I’m pretty sure her company is still facing lawsuits over that.” says the blonde. She seems to be the most well informed of the group.

(Cont.)

Now’s your chance to jump in. What will you say?

>”I agree. Elena doesn’t seem like the type to play nice with the guy who nearly ruined her company. And I still don’t trust her after the whole nanite thing.”
>”How do you guys feel about Elena and Steel teaming up all of a sudden? If you ask me, I think all of this smells a bit fishy.”
>”Do you wanna know what I think? This whole thing seems like some sort of Anti-Xeno campaign. Think about it. Why else would they ban alien food from being sold in the area?”
>”I don’t know about you, but I don’t trust these guys enough to take X’s place when he ends up leaving.”
>”Don’t you guys feel nervous with all these guns pointed at us? Steel’s idea of ‘keeping us safe’ seems a bit extreme.”
>”Speaking of X, what do you guys think about him? I’ve been hearing a ton of rumors, but I’m not sure what to believe these days.”
>Write-in.

>>4462557
>”I agree. Elena doesn’t seem like the type to play nice with the guy who nearly ruined her company. And I still don’t trust her after the whole nanite thing.”
>”How do you guys feel about Elena and Steel teaming up all of a sudden? If you ask me, I think all of this smells a bit fishy.”
>”Speaking of X, what do you guys think about him? I’ve been hearing a ton of rumors, but I’m not sure what to believe these days.”

>>4462793

+1

>>4462557
>>”I agree. Elena doesn’t seem like the type to play nice with the guy who nearly ruined her company. And I still don’t trust her after the whole nanite thing.”
>>”How do you guys feel about Elena and Steel teaming up all of a sudden? If you ask me, I think all of this smells a bit fishy.”
>>”Speaking of X, what do you guys think about him? I’ve been hearing a ton of rumors, but I’m not sure what to believe these days.”

>>4462793
>>4462821
>>4462989
Writing...

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“I agree. Elena doesn’t seem like the type to play nice with the guy that nearly ruined her company.” you state while taking a bite out of your corndog. “And I still don’t trust her after that nanite thing.” you add.

“Right? It’s like, way too soon for her to be making a comeback. Most people have to wait a couple of years before people forget about the scandal that they were involved in, but the Evo-Corp CEO just kinda shrugged it off and moved onto the next big thing.” the blonde proclaims. While she welcomes your input, some of her friends appear to be a bit reserved to discussing their opinions with strangers.

“And what’s even more bizarre, Steel’s teaming up with her now, only one year after her court case. Smells a little fishy to me.” you say.

“I don’t trust either of them when they’re apart. But when they’re together, I don’t think any of us are gonna be safe.” mutters a short girl with black hair and red-rimmed glasses.

“I’m telling you, man. Steel runs a military outfit and Elena’s multinational corporation pumps out hi-tech security devices. If they’re teaming up, then that means the U.S. is taking interest in monitoring civilians through Evo-Corp products.” another guy theorizes. He appears to be a well-built young man with dark skin and short hair. “Why do you think Validus only got a slap on the wrist last time? That was for appearances. And now that she’s got the green light from the Secretary of Defense, she’ll be allowed to watch us from anywhere!” he shouts. This guy seems a little crazy, but you like his skeptical attitude.

“Why would anyone want to spy on some random people from Downtown Bellwood? If the military were involved, then they’d probably try to deploy some drones in the Middle East instead.” says a more level-headed guy wearing a polo shirt.

“Our country’s a powder keg, John. And the only way they think they can keep it from blowing up is by controlling us one way or another.” the short girl explains. These guys sound like hardcore conspiracy theorists. You might’ve been one of them if you weren’t at the center of all of this.

“You see, this is why they should defund the police, disband the military and let the supers handle everything. It would cut down on weapon production, nuclear energy consumption and we’d be able to end conflicts faster.” says one of the more reclusive guys in the group. “If they just let people like X operate independently, then he would’ve been able to cut down all the major crime syndicates in the nation by now.” he claims. You wouldn’t go that far, but you like the vote of confidence.

“Speaking of X, what do you guys think of him? I’ve been hearing a ton of rumors, but I’m not sure what to believe these days.” you say while fighting the urge to laugh.

(Cont.)

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The five of them glance at each other for a moment, before returning their gazes to you with big smiles on their faces. “Then you’ve come to the right people. Me, Brian and Liam run his fan-site.” the blonde reveals while pointing at some of her male friends. “Are you a fan too?” she asks.

“You could say that. I think he’s really making a difference out there.” you admit without a shred of shame.

“No doubt. If it weren’t for X, the Earth would’ve been blown up 10 times over by now.” says the well built man named Brian.

“I’m just waiting for them to elect him as our supreme overlord. He already owns the Earth. If there’s anyone that I’d trust my life to, it’d be that man.” Liam states. He’s a lot more chatty now that he’s getting used to you, but his ideas seem to be a little extreme.

“Really? You’d trust your well-being to someone who hides behind a mask? We don’t even know if he’s human.” John scoffs.

“Does it really matter? We’ve got aliens living right next door to us. I think we’re past the point of being xenphobic.” the short girl reprimands him.

“Well he hasn’t given me a reason to doubt him yet. Time after time, he always comes through for us.” the blonde woman says.

“Except when he started robbing banks and crippling vigilantes. You can’t keep believing what mainstream media tells you, Jess.” John says with a smug grin.

“And you can’t keep believing what other people tell you on shady forums and conspiracy sites.” Jess retorts.

“Yeah, man. I’m pretty sure you’d find more accurate info inside of a fortune cookie.” Liam chuckles. At this, you and the rest of the group break out into laughter at the expense of John’s pride.

“We actually never got your name.” Jess says to you.

“It’s Wade.” you declare, while extending a hand to her.

“Nice to meet you, Wade.” she states while grabbing your hand and introducing you to her friends. “We were actually gonna go to this Evo-Corp panel to see what they were up to. Do you wanna come?” she asks.

“Sounds like fun.” you declare.

“Oh man, you share a name with that guy from those weird letters.” the short girl snorts.

“Oh shit, you’re right! That’s freaky, man.” Brian says with a knowing grin.

“Letters? What letters?” you ask.

“Sorry, they’re talking about some paranormal phenomena that’s been popping up all around the world. We call them the Coyote Scripts.” Jess explains. “They’re always found in completely different locations, but they all seem to be written by the same person and addressed to the same recipient.”

(Cont.)

“The guy always talks about really bizarre shit, too. He calls himself the Coyote, and the person he's writing to is named Wade. People are trying to collect all of his letters, but it still looks like we’re missing a few pieces.” Liam elaborates.

WHAT?! Why?!

“Maybe they’re meant for you.” Brian expresses in a jovial tone.

Oh sweet lord…

“Come on guys, don’t scare the poor man. I’m sure that Coyote person is talking about a different Wade.” Jess reassures you.

“I still think that it’s some kind of coordinated prank. It wouldn’t be too hard to frame this as some sort of paranormal event.” John theorizes. Everyone just rolls their eyes and continues with the conversation.

And with that, the six of you make your way towards the location of the panel, while exchanging theories and opinions of your alter ego. Once they told you how to find a site where you could read Coyote’s letters, you were able to properly confirm your suspicions from earlier. Oh man, his handwriting is terrible.

How do you feel about this?

>You don’t like the idea of Coyote putting out sensitive information about you. You’ve got to put a stop to this.
>It’s kind of exciting to have a paranormal phenomenon based on your life.
>So long as he doesn’t reveal your secret identity, you don’t see the harm in letting Coyote write to his heart’s content.
>It’s just harmless fun. Maybe you’ll write a few responses and spread them around the world in order to confuse the masses.
>You're happy that he seems to be doing well for himself.
>Write-in.

>>4463864
>You're happy that he seems to be doing well for himself.
Is there a way for us to contact him? Maybe we can talk to Azmuth so we can send responses? And so he knows where to send them?

>>4463864
>>So long as he doesn’t reveal your secret identity, you don’t see the harm in letting Coyote write to his heart’s content.

>>4463864
>You're happy that he seems to be doing well for himself.

Honestly, you’re just glad that he seems to be doing well for himself. According to the letters, he’s adjusting well to his new home planet, and is held in high regard to his alien peers. But the most comforting thought comes from the side note where he mentions that he’s coming to terms with his new identity. He no longer feels shame from his alien appearance or lineage. Instead, the Coyote now takes pride in this, and strives to build a new life for himself from the ground up. It's actually pretty inspiring.

But you might want to speak to Azmuth about contacting him sometime later.

"I will contact Azmuth regarding the matter of the Coyote's letters, and I shall closely monitor the Omnivore's communications." Trixy declares.

And let's not forget the Cowl's condition. I'm still worried about him.

"Why, of course. I am scanning the Plumber's radio channel as we speak." Trixy says.

You're the best, Trix.

“So, what do you think. Pretty cool, huh?” Brian nudges you.

“Yeah...it is pretty cool.” you declare with a warm smile.

“More like, ‘pretty creepy’.” the short girl scoffs. Apparently, her name is Allison.

You and the others chat like this for a while until you finally arrive at the Evo-Tech panel. It’s already fairly crowded in this area, despite the fact that they practically cleared out the entire street in order to make more room for the prototypes and demonstrations.

By this time, the group is disbanding to check out separate panels, while Jess sticks close to you and makes casual conversation. John seems be growing increasingly jealous of you, however.

"So, where do you wanna go first?" Jess asks you.

You aren't terribly interested in endorsing Evo-Corp products, but familiarizing yourself with the tools of your enemy can be a valuable asset.

>Exo-suit display. Their designs look heavily inspired by alien physiology.
>Kinetic Barrier Generator demonstration. They're small, compact, efficient and versatile in their design.
>DNA Recoder. You have a vague idea of what it could be, but you don't like the sound of it either way.
>Sonic Rifle design. They appear to be non-lethal, but with a bit of tweaking, they could probably do a ton of damage.
>Stasis grenade demonstration. They provide a method of non-lethal capture for both humans and aliens alike.

>>4464675
>>DNA Recoder. You have a vague idea of what it could be, but you don't like the sound of it either way.

>>4464675
>DNA Recoder. You have a vague idea of what it could be, but you don't like the sound of it either way.
If we still have time I'd like to check out the
>Exo-suit display. Their designs look heavily inspired by alien physiology.

>>4464800
+1
Dna first though

>>4464675
>DNA Recoder. You have a vague idea of what it could be, but you don't like the sound of it either way

>>4464733
>>4464800
>>4465830
>>4466149
Writing...

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Out of all these devices and contraptions, one in particular catches your attention. Sitting upon a white pedestal, is a red, cylindrical device with an unusual pattern of green lines running through the middle, and a grey canister resting just below the muzzle of the barrel. At first glance, it just looks like some sort of retro pesticide dispenser, but with the aid of Trixy’s scanning function, you begin to realize that it’s so much more than that. You have no idea how you know this, but it would seem that this gun can mimic the Omnitrix’s DNA repair function. That involves splicing, curing and mutating.

As you struggle to wrap your mind around this, the scientist in front of you slowly explains a rough concept of what you discovered from a quick glance just now. How did they even make something like this? Elena’s smart, but she isn’t this smart. They must’ve had help from someone else.

“That’s so freaky. What would they even need that for?” Jess questions. You were thinking the exact same thing.

“Duh, this is a counter to Bellwood’s mutant problem.” John explains. “If they can cure their genetic mutations at the press of a button, then that would eliminate the need for vigilantes in this city. Maybe the entire world, too.” John says with a hopeful grin.

“But won’t they be able to turn those weapons on the vigilantes, too?” you ask.

“I’d rather have no vigilantes at all than have several hundred nuclear weapons walking around town like they own the place. Sooner or later, we’ll just become casualties in their pointless little turf war.” John proclaims.

If these guns can somehow cure people like Shiva and Blast Shadow, then it might be better for more people to have access to it. However, you worry about the social implications that this might have. And as a fellow mutant, you worry about what this thing could do against you.

----------

Next, you and the others move on to view another demonstration. Evo-Tech’s newest, top of the line, Exo-Suits are on full display for everyone to see. The DNA Recoder appears to be their last resort, but Steel's boys will be wearing these on the front lines. They’re big, sleek, durable and...strangely similar to alien physiology. Several of the Exo-Suit’s designs look strikingly similar to Tetramands in form and function, while others seem to have been inspired by more powerful aliens like the Gimlinopethecus and the Biosovortian. But what really freaks you out is when you notice that a few of the suits are based on some of the alien forms that you possess. A Pyronite Exo-Suit. A Sangunite Exo-Suit. An Arachnochimp Exo-Suit.

…A Kineceleran Exo-Suit...

(Cont.)

Suddenly, you find yourself accidentally bumping into a man wearing the Tetramand Exo-Suit. But before you even get a chance to apologize, he shoves you out of the way with one of his four mechanical arms and proceeds into the crowd.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jess asks. “That guy was a total jerk.” she adds.

“Are you guys seeing this?! These Exo Suits are so cool!” John shouts. “Do you think they’d give me one if I joined up?”

“That’s not funny, John.” Jess says with a frown.

How do you feel about all of this?

>Steel and Elena are totally overstepping their boundaries here. There’s no way they’d need this much firepower when the Plumbers and Vigilante Corps exist.
>You shudder at the thought of them using something this powerful against street punks.
>Maybe it’s time for “X” to make an appearance. You’re shutting all of this down, now.
>They’re just cheap imitations. Nothing compared to the genuine article.
>This is all so wrong. It totally gives off the wrong image of aliens to the public.
>Maybe you should sabotage one of the suits and embarrass Elena. Again.
>Write-in.

>>4466546
>Steel and Elena are totally overstepping their boundaries here. There’s no way they’d need this much firepower when the Plumbers and Vigilante Corps exist.
>You shudder at the thought of them using something this powerful against street punks.
>This is all so wrong. It totally gives off the wrong image of aliens to the public

>>4467045
+1

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This is all so wrong. Steel and Elena are totally overstepping their boundaries here. There’s no way they’d need this much firepower when the Plumbers and Vigilante Corps exist. And let’s not even mention how this could create a negative image for aliens. It makes them look like monsters!

But the most frightening thought comes from you imagining the use of these suits in stomping out petty crimes. Crooked cops with guns is one thing, but a crooked cop with a suped-up exo-suit sounds like an absolute nightmare. There’s no way you could leave Bellwood with all of this happening at once. Can this town really not last without you watching it?

Just then, you hear a sharp whine coming from the center stage placed in the middle of the street. And upon turning around, you see Elena and Steel standing proudly, side by side in front of a microphone.

“My name is Elena Validus, and it is my pleasure to welcome you to our expo. I can’t thank you enough for coming out to see us.” Elena says. But her “heartfelt” welcome is immediately followed by a wave of boos and jeers. It would seem that Bellwood’s citizens haven’t forgotten what she’s done.

And just for a moment, you can see her empty smile faltering in the face of opposition. Her curled lips crack, ever so slightly, and you notice a tinge of frustration in her expression.

“Now I know what you’re thinking. I thought the same thing when she came to me for help.” Steel proclaims as he steps in to do damage control. “But I can assure you that she’s learned her lesson. Evo-Corp has been helping people around the world for the past year, without asking for anything in return. Their stock has plummeted, and the value of their company is lower than ever, but this brave woman is willing to sacrifice all of it in order to atone for her crimes.” he says while gesturing towards her.

After hearing Steel’s testimony, the crowd’s furious passion begins to die down, as skepticism and confusion take their place in the form of hushed murmurs.

“But don’t take my word from it. I’d like all of you to meet the man responsible for this merger. Allow me to welcome Richard Klein.” he declares, as a short man with curly blonde hair steps onto the stage. Richard is dwarf-like in appearance, barely reaching up to Steel’s waist, and bears a large scar over his eye, which is slightly obscured by the large dark lenses of his sunglasses.

You have no idea who this guy is, but you can hear the people around you clapping out of respect. Frankly, you think they only like him since he isn’t a CEO that got caught in a massive scandal.

“Richard here is an esteemed psychiatrist from Germany, and he’s managed to come up with a method to reform criminals without resorting to lethal or inhumane tactics.” Steel states. This obviously confuses the people present, you included. How does that even work?

(Cont.)

This uneasy atmosphere goes on for about a minute, before the doctor clears his throat loudly and holds his hand out, signaling Steel to pass him the microphone. “Hello everyone. Allow me to explain.” he declares, while pulling out a rather fancy, golden pocket-watch. It’s engravings are finely detailed, and the size seems fairly unwieldy for a man of his...stature. “My methods are not crude or barbaric. I simply bring out the dormant “good” that exists in everyone.” he begins. But you’re having a bit of trouble paying attention to him as he twirls that stupid watch. It’s pretty distracting, but also sort of familiar at the same time.

“With a bit of counseling, I am capable of reaching deep down and increasing the sensitivity of my patient’s conscience. These ‘pangs’ so to speak, would plague them so much, that they would simply become unable to harm their fellow man. Their realigned moral compass wouldn’t allow them to act upon these unholy desires.” Richard declares whilst opening the face of his pocket-watch and shutting it quickly. The audible click that rings throughout the microphone echoes throughout your ears, making you feel slightly uncomfortable.

“And to demonstrate, we will be bringing on another guest.” Richard says in a grating, slightly squeaky voice. He then gestures to a group of Exo-suit guards carrying a personalized containment unit onto the stage. And upon unlocking it, you come to find Blast Shadow walking towards Richard like a docile puppy. That defiant look in his eye is gone, and his movements appear to be rather sluggish and unsteady. But with a snap of his fingers, all of that changes.

Suddenly, Blast Shadow’s body jolts, as if an electric current had run through it, and he begins looking around frantically. There’s a lot more life in his eyes now.

“What is this? What’s going on?!” he shouts. As his impatience grows, so does the orange energy field surrounding his pitch black body. This seems to terrify the crowd, and you honestly can’t blame them for freaking out. They didn’t sign up for this.

“Settle down now, Laurence. We’re here to help.” Richard proclaims.

Just then, Blast Shadow’s head snaps to the psychiatrist, and his eyes literally glow red with rage. “You! You did this to me!” he howls. And with outstretched hands, Blast Shadow attempts to fire a bolt of radiation at the poor man. But nothing happens.

Surprised by this shocking development, Blast Shadow’s eyes go wide as he struggles to command the raw energy that courses through his body. Surely enough, he should be able to vaporize someone like Richard with a flick of his wrist, but for some reason, he appears to be having trouble performing.

(Cont.)

“No! What did you do?!” he hisses. And as he stomps around on stage like a petulant child, the Exo-suit guards grab him by his arms and escort him back into his containment unit. For a moment, silence and hushed whispers fill the air, as the tense atmosphere swells to a crescendo.

“You may all remember Blast Shadow as a terrorist and murderer. But I see him as another redeemable soul. There truly is good in all of us. Even in the worst of us.” Richard proudly declares. But for whatever reason, the whispers turn into cheers, and the people around you begin to rejoice and celebrate. “And this was only after a few sessions! Once I am able to fully realign his moral compass, I can assure you that he will never again harm a single hair on a living creature’s head.” Richard announces.

And with this, the crowd breaks into uproarious applause. They’re eating this stuff up. Well...most of them are, anyway.

What do you think about all of this?

>Something is seriously off about that Richard guy. You’d better look into him.
>This whole “Moral Realignment” thing rubs you the wrong way. It’s almost like he’s brainwashing them.
>You wonder if his method can be used to cure Shiva. If she can go back to being a normal woman, then this guy might just be the hero that she needs.
>Steel’s either incredibly gullible, secretly evil, or is being manipulated somehow.
>Elena’s barely said a word the entire time. You usually have trouble getting her to shut up. Seems a bit strange.
>There's one party missing from all of this, and that's the Forever Knights. Where do they factor into all of this?
>You’ve seen enough.(Leave the rally)
>Write-in.

>>4468372
>Something is seriously off about that Richard guy. You’d better look into him.
>This whole “Moral Realignment” thing rubs you the wrong way. It’s almost like he’s brainwashing them
Literal hypnosis at play
>Elena’s barely said a word the entire time. You usually have trouble getting her to shut up. Seems a bit strange.
>There's one party missing from all of this, and that's the Forever Knights. Where do they factor into all of this?
What if richard just uses the people under "brainwash" for bad & uses it on people that are not criminals like the cowl
Stuff to be worried about

>>4468372
>Something is seriously off about that Richard guy. You’d better look into him.
>This whole “Moral Realignment” thing rubs you the wrong way. It’s almost like he’s brainwashing them. He might be the person that worked on the cowl
>There's one party missing from all of this, and that's the Forever Knights. Where do they factor into all of this?
>Steel’s either incredibly gullible, secretly evil, or is being manipulated somehow. Probably not the seccond one but can't technically rule it out

>>4468372
>>4468740
+1

>>4468740
>>4468841
Writing...

Something is seriously off about this Richard guy. You’d better look into him.

“I shall look into it.” Trixy confirms.

Good. This whole “Moral Realignment” thing rubs you the wrong way. It’s almost like he’s brainwashing them. There’s a pretty good chance that he could be the one who messed with The Cowl’s head. But then, there’s also the matter of the Forever Knights. Cooper mentioned that they were working with Elena, but they have yet to reveal themselves. What’s their role in all of this? And what’s up with Steel, anyway? He’s either incredibly gullible, secretly evil, or is being manipulated somehow. It’s probably not that last one, but you can’t exactly rule out the possibility at this point.

Just then, your thoughts are interrupted by a sizable explosion in the distance. The resulting shockwave rattles any nearby windows, and the force of it threatens to throw you onto your back. The crowd quickly flies into a panic, as you hear screams and cries of terror erupting around you.

“Excuse me, coming through.” say while pushing through the crowd to discover the cause of the explosion. Pushing against the tide of this mob is proving to be incredibly difficult. But you can’t exactly transform or suit up in the middle of this dense crowd.

Suddenly, you catch a glimpse of a massive lifeform rampaging around town. You only caught a brief glimpse of it, but it seemed to have very long arms, sharp, pincer-like teeth, and a hunched back with a slithering tail connected at the base of his spine. This creature is surprisingly quick for its size. You’ll need to take it down before it can do any more damage.

“Calm down, everyone! We’re mobilizing a suppression team to detain that monster.” Steel declares. “Exo’s, let’s roll out!” he commands. And with that order alone, his Exo-suit soldiers begin rushing towards the site of the explosion. Some are flying, while others are leaping over the crowd in a single bound. These suits are kind of incredible.

What are you thinking? This is no time to be impressed by your enemy’s inventions! You’ve got to get out there, too. Or...do you? This could be a good chance to see these Exo-suits in action, but there could also be a chance that these guys are way in over their heads. And let’s not forget the matter of the monster rampaging through a busy city street.

>Slip away from the crowd and transform into an alien. (Which one?)
>Crouch down low to the ground and suit up as the others run past you.
>Set a nearby fruit stand on fire with a small spell and use it as a distraction while you race towards the monster.
>Help Steel with his evacuation effort, but do it as Wade. You’ve got to get these people to safety.
>Sit back and let Steel’s boys deal with the creature. This is a good chance to see them in action.
>Write-in.

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