In this quest you play as Wade Wakeman, a 17 year old boy with a heart of gold and the wielder of the Omnitrix! This story is being told in an alternate universe, in which there are no longer any remaining Tennysons. Characters from earlier seasons will appear, but not always in a way that you’d expect.Archive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Ben+10+QuestLast time: Wade and the gang intercepted a crime report, detailing the escape of Blast Shadow, as well as several other super-powered criminals, from a Time-Out containment facility. Reportedly, they escaped into Bellwood's expansive subway tunnels, prompting the group to head down after them. But little did they know, there were things far more dangerous than metahumans stalking these tunnels!Rules:Most dice rolls will be 1d100. Modifiers will be added depending on the situation or on the alien being used(Usually +10 or -10). Crit successes and crit fails apply. Crit fails can be overridden by crit successes, but crit failures cannot override crit successes.How to Roll:To roll dice, type “dice+1d100” in the options field without the quotations. To roll dice with positive modifiers, type “dice+1d100+modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number. To roll dice with negative modifiers, type “dice+1d100+-modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tAlien Images:https://imgur.com/a/SiI6mA7Character profiles:https://pastebin.com/v8StiS3nSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Alien Trivia:https://pastebin.com/pGrvatEi Superhero/Supervillain Database:https://pastebin.com/g62CuTpEPublic Info on X:https://pastebin.com/bqaamMjSValentine’s Shorts:https://pastebin.com/MhsSXJU7https://pastebin.com/KLFA43vchttps://pastebin.com/jWzmSfBJAnd don’t forget to follow my Twitter to get more frequent update notifications, and updates on my lack of updates!My Twitter: https://twitter.com/QmGalvanGood luck and have fun. It’s Showtime!
>52Skulking through the dank, corrodium rat infested subway tunnels of Bellwood, you and Trixie began working on a way to reverse the effects of the foreign contaminant. Admittedly, repairing their DNA was the easy part, since you’ve had more experience in that particular department. The hard part was keeping the creatures from transforming again once they were cured. Otherwise, curing their mutation would be meaningless. And until you could properly dispose of the corrodium deposit, the mutated creatures remaining in this tunnel would continue to suffer and attack innocent bystanders.Enough deliberating. Time to get to work.-----------First, you and Trixie walked in total silence as you exchanged ideas and theories via telepathic link. K8-E and Olivia managed to hold a seemingly lively conversation during that period of time, with Wendy occasionally jumping in when she felt comfortable enough to do so.Next, you compared the blueprints with similar specs from alien technology that you’d already seen with Retrofit and Upgrade. Unfortunately, without Retrofit’s versatile biomechanical nature, you simply didn’t have enough parts on-hand to construct a prototype. Maybe Providence could help with that when you got back topside.“According to my sensors, we are getting close to the corrodium deposit.” Trixy reported.“Yeah. When the walls, ceiling and floor started glowing purple, I had an inkling that we were getting close.” Wendy remarked in her usual snarky tone. Trixie ignored her, but whether it was out of annoyance or disinterest, you couldn’t say for sure. Despite having a mental link with her, you always had trouble picking up on the slight emotional changes in Trixie. It was something that you’d have to work on getting better at once this was all over.Suddenly, the ground beneath you began to shake, and...no. It wasn’t just the ground. It was the entire tunnel! Something was coming. Something big.Narrowing your eyes and zooming in closer to get a better look at the cause of the disturbance, you manage to catch a glimpse of multiple, reflective surfaces. And that’s when it hit you.It wasn’t just “something”. It was a metric shit-ton of “somethings”!“Rats!” Olivia screamed, drawing her bow to aim at the writhing mass of oversized vermin filling the tunnel up to the brim.Desperately searching for a place to take cover, you spot an exit for maintenance workers, but you have no idea where it might lead.Alternatively, there’s a derailed train car to the right of you. It might provide shelter against the rats. And if you’re lucky, they might just pass right over you.(Cont.)
What will you do?>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)>Use one of your Viral Forms.(Which one?)>Channel your Flame Aura and burn these rats to cinders!>Duck through the maintenance exit. Wherever it leads, it’s got to be better than here!>Hide in the derailed train car.>Write-in.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Top 10:>Big Chill>Diamondhead>Zipmunk>Bloodrush>XLR8>Fourcast>Thriller Whale>Knuckle Duster>Hack N’ Slash>Snapdragon
>>4982053>>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)Either Shell head or bug byte
>>4982043Wakeman? Any relation to the famous roboticist?
>>4982053>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)Either Shell head or bug byte
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>4982067>>4982367Writing...>>4982160Find out next season. And who knows. You might see some other familiar faces, as well...
Taking a moment to decide between Shellhead and Bug Byte, you decide to leave it up to random chance as you select an alien without looking. Lucky for you, though, Trixy doesn’t believe in such things.And from the way that transformation felt, it looks like you just got the latter of the two.In a flash of light, you’ve become Shellhead!“Not exactly one of your heavy hitters, cuz.” Olivia called out, giving you a slightly disapproving look.“Shut your pie-hole, maggot!” you shouted. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound like those Lenopan kids. Excuse me for not wanting to collapse the subway tunnel on top of us!” you screamed, your voice echoing throughout the tunnel.Olivia winced and backed away from you, ever so slightly.“Okay! Take it easy!” she cried, while covering her ears. “They’re just rats.”“Yes, but they’re corrodium infected rats.” K8-E clarified.“Corrodium infected rats that can infect us through a single tear in our suits.” Wendy said with her rifle raised. “Not all of us get a fancy Omnitrix and regenerating suit to protect us.”K8-E quickly looked away from Wendy with a guilty expression on her face. Wendy glanced over, looked her up and down, and caught the meaning of her bashfulness. With a quick glance at Olivia’s suit, sporting a giant cat face on it, Wendy returned her gaze to the front and let out a deep sigh.“Seriously? I’m the only one here without a regenerating suit of armor?” Wendy asked in disbelief. “This is some serious bullshit…” she grumbled.What will you do?>Open fire on these maggots, and unleash hell!>Collapse the main tunnel with a pair of well placed shots, and retreat into the maintenance tunnel.>Retreat into your shell and dive into the middle of the swarm before detonating your shell.>Toss out a cluster of flash and stun grenades, providing support for your team.>Send out a couple of gravity traps, breaking up the horde as they stagger into the chokehold.>Write-in.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Top 10:>Big Chill>Diamondhead>Zipmunk>Bloodrush>XLR8>Fourcast>Thriller Whale>Knuckle Duster>Hack N’ Slash>Snapdragon
>>4982802Meant to say "former", but I won't delete it just for that.
>>4982802>Open fire on these maggots, and unleash hell!>Everyone, unleash DAKKA.Between all of us we should have enough firepower. If we don't, we can have Olivia make a quick mana wall, and have whoever is in most trouble, evacuated with K8's help.
>>4982802>Send out a couple of gravity traps, breaking up the horde as they stagger into the chokehold.
>>4982802>Open fire on these maggots, and unleash hell!
>>4982829>>4982949>>4982964Roll 1d100+20, bo3!
Rolled 7 + 20 (1d100 + 20)>>4983222
Rolled 91 + 20 (1d100 + 20)>>4983222
Rolled 72 (1d100)>>4983222
>111Narrowing your eyes and sliding your shelmet onto your head, you brandish a seemingly impossible amount of alien weaponry from your shell. From gatling guns, to pulse rifles, to disruptor cannons, you arrange a diverse arsenal above your head, and to both sides of you.“Ready your weapons, men!” you shout, without taking your eyes off the enemy.“I do not understand. We are all women.” K8-E protested.“And one synthetic.” Trixy reminded everyone in a flat tone.“Yeah, but you’re a girlrobot.” Olivia said in an encouraging tone.“I have never once considered myself as having a gender.” Trixy explained. “This feminine voice and cybernetic frame is entirely incidental.”“Focus, people.” Wendy interrupted, sounding mildly agitated now. “We can argue about gender politics later. Let’s just shoot some rats before we get torn apart, huh?”“Now you’re speaking my language!” you say with a wild grin. And at that very moment, the rats entered your range.“Come get soooooooome!” you shouted, firing off all of your weapons at once in a thunderous cacophony. Wendy followed up with her heavy pulse rifle, accurately and efficiently dispatching the rats on the edges of the tunnel.When they got too close, Olivia would erect a mana barrier and push them back. K8-E did the same, but this was accomplished by a series of high speed kicks to ward off any rats that attempted to flank you. When you weren’t being overwhelmed, Olivia provided cover for Wendy in the short intervals where she had needed to reload. Through the use of her newfound elemental magic, your cousin was able to produce devastating effects over a wide area of the tunnel.But even then, there were far too many of these creatures swarming you all at once. You were already used to the mindless behavior that often struck those afflicted by corrodium radiation sickness, but the timing of the attack was uncanny. It was almost as if they’d been placed here to prevent you from reaching the deposit.“There’s too many of them!” Olivia said as she threw a fireball into the middle of the horde. She was clearly out of breath from exerting herself for this long.“I’m starting to run low here…” Wendy warned, now conserving her ammo by switching to a single fire mode.“Our odds of success are quickly deteriorating.” Trixy stated, incernating a group of rats with her optic lasers.“Then I guess I’ll have to bring out the big guns…!” you growled, before tucking your weapons back into your shell and brandishing a series of black, metal pylons. The pylon’s front-facing panel slid open, revealing an assortment of large, rounded projectiles. “Fire in the hole!” you shouted, before firing every last one of the projectiles into the tunnel.(Cont.)
At first, nothing happened. There was nothing but sharp screeches from the rats, and a sharp hiss from the gas propelled grenades. And then, all hell broke loose!A series of explosions erupted throughout the tunnel in the form of bright flashes of light. The resulting shockwaves were so powerful that it nearly knocked all of you off of your feet. You were all relatively unharmed. The rats, however, were not so lucky.Numerous body parts were flung into the air, strung about in multiple directions, before being incinerated by the initial heat of the explosions. For the ones that were further away, the kinetic force likely liquified their organs or crushed their bones. The explosions rang out for a full 30 seconds, echoing throughout the tunnel until the last of the explosions appeared only as a dim spark in the distance.Finally, the shaking had stopped, and so had the rats. At first, you began to worry about whether the tunnel would actually collapse from your personalized artillery strike. When nothing happened after a full minute, you let go of a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding.“You might have used that at the beginning of the fight!” Wendy angrily shouted. You weren’t sure if the explosions had damaged her hearing, or if she was simply angry at you.“The important thing is that we’re all alive.” K8-E comforted her, placing a gentle hand on her tense shoulders. To your surprise, your sister didn’t flinch or shake her hand off.“Subway tunnel integrity is being maintained.” Trixy reported, gazing up at the ceiling intently. “For now.”“Then let’s hurry and get this corrodium stuff out of here before we have to fight anymore rats!” Olivia declared.You couldn’t agree more.------------------As you proceeded down the tunnel, the state of the corrodium corruption grew significantly worse. Whole structures were distorted beyond recognition, seemingly belonging to another alien ecosystem entirely. Your sensors would malfunction every few seconds, forcing you to wonder whether this suit would actually protect you the way Trixy promised it would.And all of a sudden, Trixy stopped walking. You nearly crashed into her, resisting the urge to utter a response that could be perceived as rude. But before you could say anything, you noticed what had made her stop dead in her tracks.The radiation levels...they were at their peak! Whatever was causing the rats and humans down here to contract corrodium poisoning, you were certain that it was right here. Right on...top of you…Without knowing why, your head shot up, and you caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes, glaring down at you with malicious intent.“Everyone, move!” you shouted. And to your satisfaction no one hesitated to leap out of the before the hulking behemoth dropped down from the ceiling.(Cont.)
With a loud crash, it kicked up a cloud of dirt and debris, before rising to its full height, a staggering eight feet tall! And...you somehow recognized it!“Cannibal King?” you asked. “Is that...you?”The mutant carnivore rumbled in his throat, an unnerving chuckle that chilled you to your bones. “In the flesh.”“What happened to you?” Olivia asked, examining the purple, pulsating streaks forming along his chitinous body. It looks like he’s been juicing.“I started improving my eating habits. Including minerals in my diet.” he said, flashing his pale, yellow teeth in a wide grin. Too wide.And what did he mean by-And then it hit you. Cannibal King, for some unknown reason, felt the urge to consume corrodium!What will you do?>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)>Use one of your Viral Forms. (Which one?)>Scan his body for any abnormalities.>”CK, this can’t be good for you. For all you know, the corrodium might be killing you.”>”So you’re the reason that the rats are going berserk down here.”>”Did you eat all of it, or is there still some left over?”>”If you give up now, I can make sure you’ll get a comfy cell with an all you can eat buffet.”>Write-in.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Top 10:>Big Chill>Diamondhead>Zipmunk>Bloodrush>XLR8>Fourcast>Thriller Whale>Knuckle Duster>Hack N’ Slash>Snapdragon
>>4983915>”CK, this can’t be good for you. For all you know, the corrodium might be killing you.”>>”If you give up now, I can make sure you’ll get a comfy cell with an all you can eat buffet.”If he actually does>Scan his body for any abnormalities.If he doesn't>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)Either Ripcord or Echo Echo. If he's the type that get's stronger from eating things we sort of learned our lesson with the omnivore to go with sound based attacks
“CK, this can’t be good for you. For all you know, the corrodium might be killing you.” You protest. “If you give up now, I can make sure you’ll get a comfy cell with an all you can eat buffet.”Cannibal King let out a low growl. “You mean you’ll be managing what and when I can eat! I will not be forced into submission, just to have someone else choose my food for me!” he shouted, his booming voice echoing in your ears. “I take what I want, when I want! And now, not even you can stop me.”A low rumbling sound came from your stomach, and your blood ran cold. Cannibal King’s ability to inspire a voracious hunger in his victims was truly a terrifying one. But it was also one that could be resisted by someone with a strong enough will. Those rats, on the other hand, never stood a chance before his influence.“Then you leave me no choice.” you proclaim, before sliding open your Omnitrix’s faceplate, selecting an alien and slamming your hand onto the belt’s core. And in a burst of light, your body undergoes a significant change!Your muscles expand, your nails grow into claws, your teeth grow into fangs, and a thick coat of fur sprouts out from underneath your skin. You’ve become Ripcord!As the light faded, you let out a celebratory howl, that might have been closer to a scream from the lead singer of a metal band.“You’ve chosen death!” Cannibal King snarled as he raised his thick tail and hunched his shoulders.What will you do?>Restrict his movements with your hair while your allies pile on the damage.>Unleash a devastating sonic attack to collapse the tunnel on top of him.>Try to match the frequency of the corrodium in his blood and attack it directly.>Wrap your body in a giant spiked hairball and pounce on top of the King.>Knock him onto his back with a sound-boosted power-slide.>Write-in.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Top 10:>Big Chill>Diamondhead>Zipmunk>Bloodrush>XLR8>Fourcast>Thriller Whale>Knuckle Duster>Hack N’ Slash>Snapdragon
>>4984629>>Knock him onto his back with a sound-boosted power-slide.
>>4984629>Restrict his movements with your hair while your allies pile on the damage.
With an exuberant snarl, you send your hair out as thick tendrils, wrapping them around Cannibal King’s muscular limbs. With a grunt, you strain yourself to pull them together, coiling your hair around his wrist and ankles and locking them together.Clearly agitated by your attempt to restrain him, he began tearing away at the bundles of hair with his needle-like teeth. But that only made it easier for you to sew his jaw shut with your dense hair follicles. And tearing free from that should’ve been easy enough for a creature of his size, but you made sure to shove a hairball or two down his throat to keep him from concentrating for too long.You shouted a verbal command to your allies, but it only came out as unintelligible gibberish in the form of constant sputtering. If you had to compare it to anything, you’d be hard-pressed to find an example better than Taz from the Looney Tunes.But despite your inability to form coherent sentences, everyone pretty much knew what you were implying. At that moment, the rest of your team went on the offensive.Wendy bombarded him with bullets, grenades and plasma, while Olivia chipped in with her mystical arrows and the occasional spell. And from the way she was using that bow, you would’ve never guessed that she was a novice archer. Her shots were masterfully placed, and she came close to taking out Cannibal King’s eyes on several occasions.K8-E and Trixy got in close to deal damage at melee range. While Trixy was much more coordinated in her attacks, K8-E blinding speed made her a force to be reckoned with. But you doubt that she could do much to damage such a hulking brute with her slight frame. The real danger on their end was the devastatingly powerful tail that your enemy possessed. No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t restrain it without giving him room to move elsewhere, and you weren’t willing to compromise in that way.All things considered, only having to deal with his tail was an acceptable risk to expose your team to. They were quick-witted enough to avoid it, focusing on hit and run tactics to confuse him. Every now and again, you would have to regrow your hair in places that had been blown off by a stray blaster bolt or a fire spell.Speaking of spells, you began to wonder why Wendy didn’t try to use her mana draining magic on him. It would certainly end things much faster. Maybe that hazmat suit was somehow interfering with her ability to channel her spells.Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a brown blur entering the battlefield, faster than any of you could react.It’s first target was K8-E, knocking her into a wall to get the biggest obstacle out of the way first. Then, it went for Trixy, the second fastest out of the bunch, taking her out of the fight by delivering a lightning fast combo to her left arm and leg, leaving them severely damaged.(Cont.)
A chill ran up your spine when you tried to anticipate what it might do to your cousin. But fortunately, she was only blown away by a massive shockwave created from a sudden and intense burst of vibrations. And as for Wendy...she was completely fine.The blur had not hurt her in the same way that it had done to the others. It just ran past her, did a u-turn and headed back out the way it came. No, Wendy was completely fine. The only thing that was missing was her CONTAINMENT SUIT! The blur stole her hazmat suit!Panic set in almost immediately as the veins on Wendy’s arm started to turn a dark shade of purple. But to your surprise, she didn’t try to protect herself with a mana bubble or anything like that.No, she used this opportunity to unleash the spell that you’d needed her to cast earlier. Without hesitating, your sister unleashed a legion of mana tendrils, sending them hurtling through Cannibal King’s body without waiting for you to move out of the way. Luckily, your reflexes allowed you to jump out of the way before any of them hit you. However, you could feel the parts of your hair still clinging to him aging to dust.The King cried in pain, thrashing against the incorporeal enemies with no success. You could see the life leaving his eyes, the strength being drained from his oversized muscles, as his size returned to what you had remembered it as when you had last seen him.And while you were excited to have gotten a leg up on the big guy, you were not at all happy to see your sister slowly succumbing to the corrodium radiation! Her life absorption magic was keeping it at bay, but not for long.When you noticed that he could barely stand, you took the opportunity to step in and deal the finishing blow by delivering a devastating dive-kick to his chin. The Cannibal King went down like a sack of bricks, cracking the ground beneath him as his body slumped over.He’s down for the count, but you’ve got bigger problems. Wendy’s got bigger problems!What will you do?>Wrap her up in a tight hair cocoon.>Swap to Retrofit and adapt that anti-corrodium field generator that you worked on.>Tell Gwen to extend her protection to Wendy as well.>Swap to Gravelanche and create a hole in the ceiling to get Wendy out of the tunnel.>Have K8-E chase the speedster.>Send a drone after the speedster.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Top 10:>Big Chill>Diamondhead>Zipmunk>Bloodrush>XLR8>Fourcast>Thriller Whale>Knuckle Duster>Hack N’ Slash>Snapdragon
>>4986844>Swap to Retrofit and adapt that anti-corrodium field generator that you worked on.>Have K8-E be constantly on the lookout for them coming back, with her increased reflexes.Nice and slow now, we're close to the core. We got 10 minutes to get bulk of this done.
>>4986844>Swap to Retrofit and adapt that anti-corrodium field generator that you worked on.>Have K8-E be constantly on the lookout for them coming back, with her increased reflexes.
>>4986844>Swap to Retrofit and adapt that anti-corrodium field generator that you worked on.>Send a drone after the speedster.
Quickly, without thinking, you abandon your Urezko Canis form and take on that of a Modrotian, or better known as Retrofit. During that brief transition, you rushed over to Wendy as fast as your shapeshifting legs could take you. There was a slight shift in elevation and speed, but nothing substantial enough to trip you up.“Retrofit!” you said, feeling compelled to announce your purpose and designation upon arrival, in your usual modulated voice.Thinking back, you recalled the blueprints that you and Trixie drew up while tracing the corrodium signature. Bringing those blueprints to the front of your mind, your body began to shift in order to accommodate for the parts that you’d need in order for the device to be operational.“Anti-Corrodium Field Generator.” you declared, your midsection expanding like a bubble, swallowing up Wendy as the field generator powered up. She was too weak, and most likely startled, to resist. From an outsider’s perspective, the display could be considered ridiculous. You held Wendy within your pale purple, transparent abdomen, with your head, arms and legs remaining roughly the same size. But by this point, you weren’t at all concerned with the absurdity of it all. All you cared about was making sure that Wendy was safe.“Detecting a noticeable drop in the patient’s corrodium infection levels. Containment protocol successful!” you proclaimed, unsure of why everything you said felt, and sounded, so detached from everything and everyone.Wendy already looked better, and her veins weren’t turning purple anymore. Although, her breathing remained irregular, and she kept her eyelids shut tight.You rotated your head to face K8-E, who was just now picking herself up off of the floor.“You there. Kineceleran mate,” you called out to her, internally screaming as you did so. “You are to remain alert, should the mutant return to attack once more.”K8-E seemed confused by having you address her as “Kineceleran mate”, but she nodded her confirmation nonetheless. You could sense that she seemed to be feeling embarrassed about having been jumped by another speedster. For someone striving to prove their usefulness in the field, you have no doubt that her pride’s taken a blow. You made a mental note to comfort her whenever you took on a form that was better equipped to deal with emotional matters.For now, you should focus on locating the corrodium deposit. It should be somewhere around here.“I believe that I have found it.” Trixy reported, directing her gaze upwards as she activated her optic lights to highlight the area. Following her gaze, you saw a large, purple crystal jutting out of the tunnel’s overhang. It was glowing brightly, but so was everything else in this room. It’s no surprise that you weren’t able to locate it immediately.(Cont.)
Offhandedly, you noticed that it was close to where the Cannibal King dropped down on you from above. You might have seen it if an 800lb dinosaur wasn’t trying to flatten you a minute ago.Looking back at the fallen predator, you noticed that Olivia was busy tying him up in thick layers of mana, ensuring that he won’t try anything funny when you weren’t looking. You honestly doubted that he had the strength to do so.“Ugh...I feel like I just got hit by a truck…” she groaned, rubbing at her helmet.Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that K8-E had been true to her word. She kept her head on a swivel, zipping around the tunnel to make sure that she had every angle covered.Trixy, on the other hand, was busy trying to pull herself back together. That blur, or Loco Motion, as you already assumed, really did a number on her. Her left arm and leg were shattered, exposing a silvery, metal frame underneath torn synthflesh, along with some sparking wires. Her self repair function was taking care of most of it, but it was slow-going. You weren’t sure if she’d be up to pursuing Blast Shadow’s group in her current state. Hell, you weren’t sure if you’d be up for it. Not to forget, Wendy was still in shock from her corrodium exposure.How will you proceed now that you’ve located the corrodium?>Call in Providence to safely extract it. And tell them to hurry!”>Deliver the corrodium yourself, with the others in tow. This mission is far too dangerous for them. You’re pulling out for now.>Ask Olivia to use a divination spell to spy on Loco Motion.>Attempt to replicate the process through which Iden created your suit and give it to your sister.>Turn into Eruptile and use his lava spit to melt down the corrodium.>Write-in.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Top 10:>Big Chill>Diamondhead>Zipmunk>Bloodrush>XLR8>Fourcast>Thriller Whale>Knuckle Duster>Hack N’ Slash>Snapdragon
>>4988113>>Call in Providence to safely extract it. And tell them to hurry!
>>4988113>Deliver the corrodium yourself, with the others in tow. This mission is far too dangerous for them. You’re pulling out for now.Can retrofit mix and match tech? If so>Turn Retrofit into a anti gravity pallet with a corrodium neutralizer.>Make sure providence is aware of Loco-Motion being active, the fact bound Cannibal King that needs extraction, and that we are bringing live corrodium and need a team to securely contain it.
>>4988113>Turn Retrofit into a anti gravity pallet with a corrodium neutralizer.>Make sure providence is aware of Loco-Motion being active, the fact bound Cannibal King that needs extraction, and that we are bringing live corrodium and need a team to securely contain it.
“Assist me in retrieving the corrodium.” you say while facing Trixy. She nods in response, and without averting her gaze from the corrodium, fires two beams of heated plasma up at the tunnel’s ceiling.The laser beams carve a thin line in a crude circular pattern around the corrodium deposit, causing it to shift, and then ultimately, plummet to the ground in a resounding crash. Luckily, no one was close enough to get hurt by it, you and Wendy included.Once the dust had settled, you proceeded to collect the mineral and place it onto a flat, hovering platform that you’d adapted from some heavy loading equipment that you saw a few times during your adventures as a Special Agent of the Plumbers. You also shifted the anti-corrodium field that contained your sister to the back of your body, careful to keep the two separate.“Cousin,” you say to Olivia. “Grab Cannibal King and Trixie. We’re getting out of here.”Olivia groaned. “Both of them? Cannibal King weighs a metric ton!”“You have magic. Use it.” you responded in a harsh tone.“That still takes effort, you know…” Olivia grumbled, even while stretching out her hand and creating a mana platform beneath Cannibal King’s body. K8-E helped Trixy onto the platform as well, struggling to heft the android’s surprising weight.“What about the criminals?” K8-E asked.“It’s too risky. We’ll just have to rely on someone else to capture them for now.” you said, turning to float in the opposite direction.K8-E’s shoulders dropped, and she followed your lead without saying another word the rest of the way.------------After contacting Providence, they made sure to have a hazmat team meet you at the subway’s entrance, where they extracted the corrodium and placed Cannibal King into a large vehicle that would likely take him to one of their holding facilities.You informed them of Loco Motion’s involvement in the fight, as well as your team’s inability to continue in the escaped convicts’ pursuit. Whatever Blast Shadow’s group plans on doing, you’ll just have to hope that it doesn’t involve any further casualties. But you can’t help but be perplexed by Loco Motion’s behavior in the tunnels. First, she steals the fingernail of a random woman, and then she takes Wendy’s hazmat suit.You could understand her stealing a hazmat suit to sabotage your mission, but the fingernail? What’s up with that? Some sort of bizarre criminal fixation? A fetish for inflicting pain, maybe?Your thought process was abruptly interrupted by an incessant beeping coming from one of the Hazmat Agent’s scanners. He wore a bulky suit that looked like it belonged on a scuba diver stuck in the 1800’s.blue]“Excuse me,” he said in a modulated voice that made it sound like he was trapped in a fish bowl. “Does this young woman have any cybernetic implants?”(Cont.)
“Yes,” you nodded. “She does. Why does that matter?”“Well...my scanner is detecting internal hemorrhaging. Likely a result of her rapidly expanding muscle tissue pushing against her implants while being exposed to the corrodium radiation.” he reported, looking back at his y-shaped scanner.“What!?” you shouted, dropping the rest of the corrodium and pulling Wendy’s anti-corrodium field to the forefront of your body.The agent backed away slightly, waving his hands in alarm. “I didn’t detect any hemorrhaging in her brain, but it’s possible that her neural and cranial implants might be pushing against her brain and skull. She needs immediate medical attention.”Olivia and K8-E gasped, while Trixy just stared at Wendy with her brows furrowed. Your telepathic link told you that she was initiating a full body scan on Wendy and mentally kicking herself for not doing so earlier. She wasn’t the only one...Wendy’s dying. Your sister’s been dying this whole time and your sensors didn’t detect it because you didn’t think to look for it! If you had known, then you might have gone faster to get out of that tunnel!No. Can’t think of that now. All that matters is getting her some help.What will you do?>Hand her over to Providence and pray that they can do something to help.>Call Iden over to your planet. She created Wendy, so she should know how to put her back together again.>Hop over to The Nexus to get help. You heard that a good portion of the Council of 10 are legally qualified to be doctors.>Rush home and try to perform the surgery yourself. Between your smartest aliens and your immediate allies, you think you have a decent chance of success.>Write-in.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Top 10:>Big Chill>Diamondhead>Zipmunk>Bloodrush>XLR8>Fourcast>Thriller Whale>Knuckle Duster>Hack N’ Slash>Snapdragon
Forgot to add another option.>Call in Sawbones and The Cowl. Any vigilante with legitimate medical experience.
>>4990884>Hop over to The Nexus to get help. You heard that a good portion of the Council of 10 are legally qualified to be doctors.
>>4990884Hand her over to Providence and pray that they can do something to help.>Call Iden over to your planet. She created Wendy, so she should know how to put her back together again.
>>4990884>Hand her over to Providence and pray that they can do something to help.>Call Iden over to your planet. She created Wendy, so she should know how to put her back together again.
At this very moment, your best bet is to leave her in the hands of Providence. That should at least buy her some time for Iden to get here. If she created Wendy, there’s no reason not to believe that she can put her back together.Waiting until the Hazmat Agents could safely contain the corrodium, you removed Wendy from the containment field and gingerly held her in your arms. Even while reverting to your human form, you never allowed her to slip from your grasp.“Can you help her?” you pleaded, your voice low. “Or at least keep her stable until someone else arrives?”By this point, a medical team had arrived with a stretcher, taking Wendy from your hands and lowering her onto the hovering platform before carting her away.“We’ll do our best, X. But if you don’t mind me asking,” the Hazmat Agent said, his gaze following yours to the stretcher that your sister was laid out on. “Who should we expect to see?”----------After describing Iden to the agent, you and the rest of your team entered the ambulance and rode alongside Wendy to Providence’s base. K8-E, not wanting to leave you or your sister alone in your moment of crisis, called home and let Olumar know that you’d be late coming back. Olivia called Kevin to let him know as well, but it sounded like he was wrapped up in some bizarre “Forever Knight business” and was unable to make it.Somewhere along the way, Grandpa called you to ask if you still wanted to drop by and pick up the tux. But once you explained what had happened to Wendy, he offered an apology and agreed to leave it at your house.It’s a shame too. You were looking forward to seeing him again. He’s felt a bit...distant lately.And speaking of distant relatives, you should make sure that Iden knows how to find you. If it weren’t for K8-E clutching your hand tightly, you don’t think you’d be able to stop your voice from quivering during the call.Trixy noticed K8-E’s hand intertwined with yours and imitated the action by clutching your other hand in a vice grip.------------With practiced professionalism, the medics wheeled Wendy out of the ambulance and rushed her into the emergency room, carving a path through the base and taking the most effective route to conserve critical seconds that might mean the difference between the patient’s life, or their death.You were pleasantly surprised to see that they were just as worried as you were. For someone they had never met, or even knew the name of, they were working as if their own lives depended on it.You haven’t worked much with Providence during your term as a superhero, but they were usually much more agreeable than Steel’s people, even on their worst day.-------Having been made to wait outside the emergency room was within your expectations. You don’t think you’d be able to stomach seeing them dissect your twin on an operating table.(Cont.)
K8-E was single handedly comforting both you and Olivia by showering you with motherly affection. Over time, it was starting to lose its effect, but your mood did a complete 180 when you saw Iden storm through the door.She had a full guard detail tailing her through the facility, making sure that she wouldn’t wander off unexpectedly. But with the way she was walking, a determined glint in her eye and a stony expression on her face, you had no doubt that she was only focused on doing exactly what she was called to do.You tried to call out to her, thank her for coming as fast as she did, or at all for that matter. But she paid you no mind. She walked right past you as if you weren’t even there. Not for lack of acknowledgement, you were sure, but simply because it wasn’t her chief concern. Stopping for niceties and pleasant conversation would be “inefficient” when she had already lost precious time. She did, however, briefly glance in Trixie’s direction, whose eyes tracked her every movement like a security camera.Given the circumstances, you could hardly blame her. All you could do was watch as she forced the doors to the OR open, revealing a room full of doctors and robots standing over the still body of your sister, the only sign of life being her breathing mask fogging up for a brief moment. And then, the doors swung closed once more.---------------After waiting for--you don’t know how long, you lost track of time--Iden finally came out to greet you. You rose to your feet immediately, waiting for the mad doctor to remove her bloodied gloves and surgical mask.“Well?” Olivia asked before you could. “How is she?”Iden inhaled deeply before answering. “She’s going to be alright.” she said with a satisfied smile, looking at each of you individually.You all breathed a collective sigh of relief. Even Trixie’s shoulders lost their tension, despite her efforts to hide it.“Oh, thank goodness…” K8-E said, her hand weighing heavily on your shoulder.“Can we see her?” you asked.Iden shook her head. “Not yet. She still needs to rest. I had to remove all of her cybernetic implants in order to prevent any further damage.”“Aww. Even her cool robot arm…?” Olivia asked, seemingly saddened by something that didn’t concern or affect her in the slightest.Iden nodded. “Yes, even her ‘cool robot arm’. The genetic damage from her brief exposure wasn’t so severe that it couldn’t be repaired, but it was enough for her body to mutate past what her cybernetic implants physically allowed.”“Weren’t some of those implants connected to her brain?” K8-E said. “Wouldn’t those be hard to remove without causing lasting damage?”(Cont.)
Iden shrugged, an amused smile spreading across her face. “I don’t know. I suspect that most people from this planet would struggle with the basics of cranial implant removal. But considering how I’m the one who created her, I know the inner workings of her body better than anyone.”You wonder how Wendy will adapt to not having any of her implants. Especially if one of them is her favored arm. She’ll certainly have trouble adapting.What will you do?>Take K8-E and Olivia back home for now. They must be tired, and Wendy needs to recover from her surgery.>Spend the night at the facility and wait for Wendy to wake up. You don’t plan on leaving her side.>Ask if Iden has a way to restore her lost limb, or at least compensate for its absence.>Reintroduce Trixie to Iden. She hasn’t seen her new form yet.>Step away from the group and inquire about the progress of Blast Shadow’s pursuit.>Write-in.
>>4992009>Reintroduce Trixie to Iden. She hasn’t seen her new form yet.>Trixie's Body is still a work in progress.>Ask Iden, if just because her current cybernetics are not compatible with her anymore, couldn't Wendy just get replacements that serve similar function?Try to:>Spend the night at the facility and wait for Wendy to wake up. You don’t plan on leaving her side.But:>Be carried away, by force if necessary, by Olivia and K8-E, back home.
“Iden,” you say, grabbing Trixie by the arm to pull her forward. “This is Trixie. You remember her, right?”Iden tilts her head to the side and steps forward to meet her. “You mean the A.I.? The one that Azmuth built into the Omnitrix? You gave it an artificial body?” she asked.“It’s still a work in progress.” you said.Iden snorts. “I’ll say. She looks like she belongs in the Red Light sector, not a battlefield.” she said, while squeezing Trixy’s cheeks and groping around her body in an inappropriate manner, probing every inch of her visible synthflesh. “Did you build her yourself?”“Uh, no.” you admitted, slapping her hands away to prevent Trixie from getting any more uncomfortable. “I kinda hijacked an android from a rich, spoiled brat.”A small smile creased Iden’s lips upon hearing that. “Oh, we can do better than that. Much better.” she said, her mind no doubt swimming with ideas for potential upgrades for Trixie’s body.“I now understand what Wendy meant by ‘personal space’. This was a rather discomforting experience.” Trixie observed.“Well, aren’t you adorable!” Iden said, pinching her cheeks again. She clearly found some amusement in Trixie’s clumsy interactions with the physical world.Wanting to change the subject, you find your gaze shifting to the closed doors of the operating room. “I know that Wendy became incompatible with her implants, but can’t we replace them?”Iden turned her attention to you, releasing Trixie’s cheeks. “I can’t say much for her cranial implants, but her arm should be easy enough to recalibrate. I’ll just need to make some minor adjustments and upgrades here and there.”“Thanks. I really appreciate it.” you say, breathing a sigh of relief. You don’t know what you would’ve done if Wendy ended up permanently crippled from this experience.“We all are.” K8-E chimed in. Iden gave her an approving nod, like a mother pleased with her son’s taste in women.------------After they moved Wendy to her own individual room in the medical wing, you were one of the first people there waiting for her to wake up. In all honesty, she was hard to look at, wrapped up in all those bandages and hooked up to so many complicated looking machines. After waiting there for two hours, you were woken up by Olivia, unaware of having dozed off in the first place.“She’ll be okay, Wade. Let’s give her some space for now.” she said with a gentle and understanding smile.“But...what if she wakes up while we’re gone?” you said, fishing for an excuse to stay. “What if she needs us to-”(Cont.)
“Then I shall be notified by Iden over a private frequency.” Trixy said, approaching you from a corner of the room in which she had remained physically inactive, up until now.“But-”You were stopped by a clawed hand resting on your shoulder. K8-E’s hand.“She’ll be fine. Wendy is a strong woman. I’m sure she’ll be back on her feet in no time.” she said, encouraging you to get out of your chair.You walked over to the bed where Wendy lay, unable to dispute the fair arguments of your family and friends. Wendy might have been in trouble at some point, but she’ll be okay. She’s stronger than any of you give her credit for, yet somehow, more fragile than anyone expects.You reached out, giving a mental command to peel back the armor covering your hand, exposing your soft flesh as you took your sister’s thin hand into yours. You ran your thumb over the top of her hand, stopping at the IV drip inserted into her flesh, before putting her hand back down.“Okay,” you decided. “Let’s go home.”-------------After confirming that Iden would be staying until Wendy woke up, you returned home with peace of mind. Olivia decided to check in with her parents, so it was just you, Trixy and K8-E heading back. Thankfully, Olumar had already put the kids to sleep by then.It didn’t take much effort to find the tuxedo that Grandpa dropped off, perfectly sealed and folded in an airtight plastic bag. Even after all these years, it looked brand new. Definitely something suitable to wear at a wedding. And just in time too. It was only two days away!Part of you was excited to see what K8-E intended to wear, but you were also eager to be pleasantly surprised on the big day.And speaking of K8-E, you’re pretty sure that you promised to give her a massage…-----------“Ah…” K8-E moaned as your thumbs pressed into her tense shoulders and back muscles. “A little lower…”“How can you have so many knots in that tiny little body?” you asked in disbelief. “You need a vacation way more than I do!”“Mmm...maybe after the wedding.” K8-E considered without opening her eyes.“Okay, lay down.” you said, letting her get up so she could shift to a prone position. Within seconds, you were already knelt over her, shifting your magic hands to her lower back. She hadn’t noticed, but you were using a bit of healing magic to soothe her aching muscles.Her moans were getting deeper and more drawn out by this point, which made it hard for you to focus as the blood rushed from your brain...into your second brain, the one that wasn’t quite used for rational thought.“Maybe we should give you a break.” K8-E proposed. “You feel more ‘stiff’ than I am.” she mused, fluttering her eyes as she looked back at you with a coquettish grin.You’re a big fan of innocent K8-E, but sexy K8-E has her perks too.
Shaking your head clear of any immediate ideas forming in your head, you switched places with K8-E, feeling her soft, bare legs pressing against your lower back and ribs.“Wow…!” she said, running a single claw along your well defined, muscular back.“What is it?”“Nothing!” she squeaked in a tone that was several octaves higher than what you were used to, before clearing her throat and giving it another attempt. “Nothing...I just feel like we’ll be at this for a while.”“I’m sure we can find a way to squeeze some fun out of it.” you said with a playful wink. However, you were unable to hold onto your composure once she’d gotten started with your massage.You swear, how could hers feel better than yours, when you were literally using magic!? She really is good with her hands…--------------Upon waking up, you found yourself intertwined with your Kinceleran lover, hands all over and clothes randomly flung about the room. You knew that using those massage oils was a good idea, but from the sticky feeling you had upon peeling away from the bedsheets, you suspect that you may have used too much of them.You really need a shower. Maybe K8-E can join you if she wakes up in time.What’s you plan for today?>Track down Iden’s ship and reintroduce Trixie to Myaxx. Maybe she can help you come up with ideas for upgrades.>Visit Wendy at the Providence facility. Iden should still be working to reinstall and recalibrate her implants.>Get in touch with Ester and find out what happened after you left the tunnels.>Visit Kevin and find out what’s been keeping him so busy these past few days.>Pay Grandpa Phil a visit. You’re thinking of borrowing one of his RV’s for a little family road-trip.>Write-in.
>>4993424>>4993424>>Track down Iden’s ship and reintroduce Trixie to Myaxx. Maybe she can help you come up with ideas for upgrades.>>4993424>Visit Wendy at the Providence facility. Iden should still be working to reinstall and recalibrate her implants.>Visit Wendy at the Providence facility. Iden should still be working to reinstall and recalibrate her implants.>Maybe it's a good idea to work with Albedo and Ben 10 000 on the amalga-trix, either that or try to convince Wendy to use her magic more so she doesn't get thus badly hurt again
>>4993424>>Track down Iden’s ship and reintroduce Trixie to Myaxx. Maybe she can help you come up with ideas for upgrades.>Visit Wendy at the Providence facility. Iden should still be working to reinstall and recalibrate her implants.>Pay Grandpa Phil a visit. You’re thinking of borrowing one of his RV’s for a little family road-trip.>Maybe it's a good idea to work with Albedo and Ben 10 000 on the amalga-trix, either that or try to convince Wendy to use her magic more so she doesn't get thus badly hurt again
>>4993979>>4994206These are close enough, so I'll combine them. Writing...
After an exhilarating shared shower with K8-E, both of you found yourselves rushing out of the house to stick to some type of self-appointed schedule. Olumar agreed to handle the cooking while you were otherwise indisposed, and you made another mental note to pay her back in full whenever you got the chance.K8-E was likely going to be busy all day with last minute wedding preparations, while you had more than a few stops planned for today. But first things first, you had to grab Trixie and get a lock on Iden’s ship. Shouldn’t be too hard.-------Once Trixie was finished cleaning her clothes, which turned out to be a process through which she eliminated bacteria with a focused beam of radiation, both of you set out to find Iden’s research ship.Luckily, the access codes and transponder signal frequency remained the same, making it very easy for Trixie to lock onto it. And considering the current state that The Plumbers were in, you doubted that there would be anyone actually searching for her at this very moment. It was the perfect chance for her to slip through their sensors.-----------In an abandoned lot, left empty by city contractors that had been forced to drop the project, you stood before Iden’s Class 2 Science Vessel. A small camera popped out to confirm your identity after you sent the access code, before slinking back into a hidden compartment. With a sharp hiss, the loading ramp was lowered to let you in.Two Chimera Sui Generis were waiting to greet you. The slimmer one being Myaxx, and the larger one being the amnesiac warlord, Vilgax.“Boy, you sure do like calling in favors from wanted fugitives, don’t you kid?” Myaxx sighed with a hand on her hip.“It’s nice to see you too, Myaxx.” you nodded, risking a brief glance in Vilgax’s direction.“Who’s your friend?” she said, turning to face Trixie.“That’s Trixie, the A.I. that Azmuth built into the Omnitrix.” you explained.Myaxx’s eyes widened momentarily, but she eventually nodded understanding. “So you gave her a body, huh?” she said, giving her a closer examination now. “Not much of one from the looks of it, but not bad for her first one.”“I find it to be more than adequate for most purposes.” Trixie admitted.“That’s kind of why we came here, actually.” you said, as the loading ramp closed to give you some privacy. “I was thinking that we could come up with ideas for possible upgrades.”Myaxx’s eyes widened slightly, an expression that you’ve come to recognize as “interest”, before folding her arms over her chest. “Cool your jets, kid. Before we start talking about upgrades, I need to see what we’re working with here.”“Meaning?” you asked.“I need to take a peek under the hood. There’s no point in crafting a new component if there’s no room for it to fit.” Myaxx replied.(Cont.)
“Shall I prep the scanners?” Vilgax asked in a gravelly voice, unbefitting of a research assistant.“Yeah, you do that.” Myaxx said, with an almost imperceptible scowl.Seeming not to notice, you followed Vilgax as he stomped off towards Iden’s lab.------------ Despite your desire to remain by Trixie’s side, you were instructed to remain a safe distance away from the equipment while they ran a series of tests. Some of them seemed incredibly invasive, but Trixie didn’t seem to mind much. Although, you found yourself looking away on several occasions when they would have to remove her clothes.“Alright,” Myaxx groaned as she removed a pair of goggles with oval shaped lenses. “Now I’ve got a better idea of what’s going on under there. Whoever created this bot slapped on a ton of unnecessary equipment. She could probably stand to lose a couple dozen pounds.”Vilgax hands you a datapad, listing the parts that Myaxx intends to remove and replace, along with the potential upgrades that she’d come up with during her tests.Which ones pique your interest? (Choose 3)>Reinforced frame: Greatly increases durability through the use of lightweight materials.>Slicing Tool: Grants Trixie a hacking tool along with an updated decryption program.>Arachnachimp Climbing Array: Allows Trixie to use four, retractable spider-like appendages for the purpose of enhanced movement along almost any terrain.>Handheld Disruptor Cannon: Allows for Trixy to focus a great deal of energy into one concentrated burst of heated plasma from her hand. Modes involve: Disintegration, Concussive and Limited Shield Generation.>Nanofiber Lash: Allows for a series of self-charging wires to lash out and whip her enemies, or constrict their movement.>Overclocked Capacitors: Increases Trixie’s strength, making her capable of lifting objects several times her own weight.>Citrakayahn Tendons: Increases Trixie’s speed and agility, allowing her to (almost) keep up with aliens that should be much faster than her.>Sightran Optics: Boosts the power of her optic laser, while increasing the capabilities of her scanners.>Write-in.(Within reason, of course.)
>>4995550>>Nanofiber Lash: Allows for a series of self-charging wires to lash out and whip her enemies, or constrict their movement.>Overclocked Capacitors: Increases Trixie’s strength, making her capable of lifting objects several times her own weight.>Sightran Optics: Boosts the power of her optic laser, while increasing the capabilities of her scanners.
>>4995550>Sightran Optics: Boosts the power of her optic laser, while increasing the capabilities of her scanners.Overclocked Capacitors: Increases Trixie’s strength, making her capable of lifting objects several times her own weight.Handheld Disruptor Cannon: Allows for Trixy to focus a great deal of energy into one concentrated burst of heated plasma from her hand. Modes involve: Disintegration, Concussive and Limited Shield Generation.
>>4995550>Slicing Tool: Grants Trixie a hacking tool along with an updated decryption program.>Sightran Optics: Boosts the power of her optic laser, while increasing the capabilities of her scanners.>Handheld Disruptor Cannon: Allows for Trixy to focus a great deal of energy into one concentrated burst of heated plasma from her hand. Modes involve: Disintegration, Concussive and Limited Shield Generation.
>>4995556>>4995979>>4997369From these choices, I'm seeing Overclocked Capacitors, Sightran Optics, and Handheld Disruptor Cannon being chosen the most. If there are any other upgrades you want, you're free to pursue the option at another time, so long as Trixy still has room in her current body.Taking these. Writing...
Out of the three options, you select the ones that you believe would be most useful, and hand the datapad back to Vilgax, who transfers it over to Myaxx.“Hm. Interesting choices.” Myaxx mused. “Not what I would’ve chosen, but hey, you’re the boss. Or...at least you’re the boss’s kid.” she said with a sly grin forming on her face.“You will have to lie back down onto the table.” Vilgax instructed Trixie, who followed his directions without protest, but you could see that she was wary of him. As she laid down, Myax pressed a series of buttons, signaling a series of automated precision tools to spin into action. The scanners from before had been peeled back, now replaced by magnetic clamps that were supposed to hold her in place to prevent any “accidents”.“All right, kid,” Myaxx said, inputting a number of commands into her console, calling over a cluster of hovering metal trays that contained an assortment of mechanical parts that she would most likely need to create the components. “You can either stay, and watch me cut her open, or you can wait outside where it’s nice and safe. It’s your choice.”You glanced over at Trixie, noticing that she was intently staring at you, waiting for your answer. While you didn’t wish to see her get cut open during this operation, you also knew that she might appreciate you being here for her when she was vulnerable.“No,” you said with a wave of your hand. “I’ll stay.”Myaxx shrugged. “Suit yourself. Just don’t blame me when you end up having nightmares.” she said, lowering the laser scalpel to Trixie’s fair synthflesh. But before it could make contact, Trixie jolted in place, giving Myaxx pause.“Have you ever done this before?” Trixie asked, speaking much faster than she ever has.“Yes.” Myaxx answered, placing a heavy hand on Trixie’s chest and forcing her back down. She then reached over, turning a small dial, likely cranking up the force of the magnetic clamps.But as she got close with the scalpel, Trixie shot up again.“Are you sure?” she said, looking more frantic than before.Myaxx’s shoulders slumped in a huff, before she grabbed a cable, reached behind Trixie’s head and plugged it into the base of her neck. Just then, her entire body went stiff, as if a jolt of electricity had shot through her spine. She wasn’t moving, just sitting up in that exact same position, staring at Myaxx, wide-eyed and confused.You nearly jumped forward to Trixie’s defense, but Vilgax fixed you with a glare. Not one filled with malice, but one that had been trying to express a reassuring comfort. You didn’t even know that he was capable of making expressions like that. If anything, it made you freeze up faster than any death glare that he might’ve shot you.(Cont.)
“Yes,” Myaxx said, as she gently pushed Trixie back down, this time without much resistance. “You do know that I helped build the Omnitrix, right? Who do you think spent restless nights pouring over your code, scrubbing it for bugs?” she said with a light chuckle, shaking her head as if she’d heard a ridiculous joke. “First, you get a name, and now a body. You’re really moving up in the galaxy.”Trixie’s eyes moved from side to side frantically as her body struggled against her restraints. And to everyone’s surprise, Vilgax’s massive hand fell over her clenched fist.“It would be best if you let yourself relax. This procedure is very safe, but there will be far more risks if you continue to struggle.” he advised.Everyone stopped to look at him, including Trixie.“Wow…” Myaxx whistled. “I’m impressed! And here I thought that all you were good for was standing around and looking pretty.”Vilgax either ignored Myaxx, or didn’t deem it necessary to provide a response. For the remainder of the operation, you found your gaze firmly locked onto Vilgax’s gigantic frame.Suddenly, he turned to glare back at you.“I...heard that Wendy is unwell.” he said in a shockingly delicate tone. “I cannot see her in person, but can you send her my regards?”You nodded slowly, giving him a measuring look. “Yeah...I can do that.”-----------“Alright, you’re done.” Myaxx announced, setting her smoldering laser scalpel onto a havering metal tray and grabbing a cloth to wipe away her sweat. “How do you feel?”Trixy rose to a sitting position as soon as the magnetic clamps were deactivated. Her irises were constantly dilating and refocusing as she looked around the room, at her body, and finally, at you.“I’ve added in some upgrades to your optic sensors, as well as those fancy lasers that the previous owner slapped in there.” Myaxx continued. “You should be able to see just about any known spectrum of light, as well as objects on the microscopic scale.”Trixie was about to turn to face Myaxx, but was suddenly distracted by the sound of grinding metal. Her gaze followed the source of the sound, surprised to see that it was her own hand crushing the corner of the operating table.“Hey! Watch it!” Myaxx said, clearly agitated that she would have to add fixing the table to her agenda. “Those newly installed Overclocked Capacitors should take some getting used to, but you’ll eventually get the hang of it. Just don’t go breaking anything...or anyone, for that matter.”Trixie closely examined her hand, only to jump in surprise as her palm opened up to reveal her Handheld Disruptor Cannon. It sort of looked like one of Iron Man’s repulsor blasters.She stared at it in awe, turning her hand over and wiggling her fingers every now and again.(Cont.)
“Well, you look like you’re awfully busy there. I’ll leave you to it.” Myaxx said with a grunt as she rose to her feet. “Try not to blow anything up, will you?”Before she could turn around to leave, though, Trixie turned to address her.“Thank you.” she said with a small grin. “These upgrades are far better than I anticipated. Your work is exceptional.”Myaxx looked confused for a moment, before her expression turned into one that you couldn’t quite decipher. “Ah, don’t sweat it. Think of it like an annual tune-up.” Myaxx shrugged, her tired expression now replaced by an easygoing smile.“Does that imply that I am allowed to return should I require any further upgrades or repairs?” Trixy asked while tilting her head a little too far.“If I’m in the area, sure. Although next time, you should expect a bill.” she said, turning her attention to you.“What? I don’t get a hero discount?” you said, prompting a strange look from Vilgax.“Hh. You’re lucky that your Mom spoils you, kid.” Myaxx said, shaking her head.-----------After you said your goodbyes, you and Trixy departed the Research Vessel and headed for the Providence facility. Along the way, you changed into your suit, transformed into Bloodrush and carried Trixy on over to the facility’s entrance. Luckily, one of the guards was a fan of yours, which allowed you to get as close as you did without being shot down. Not many people can recognize your aliens from that far away.Once there, you were led inside and directed to Wendy’s room. When you opened the door, you were surprised to see her awake, and casually chatting with Iden, who was working on calibrating her implants without breaking concentration.Both of them looked up at you as you and Trixie entered. Wendy was no longer wearing the bandages on her head, revealing the side of her head that had been shaved for her surgery. You could still see the scar, but otherwise, it reminded you of her hairstyle when you had first met.When the guards closed the door to give you your privacy, you made sure to lock it before removing your suit.“Hey,” Wendy said, giving you a tired smile. “Glad you made it out.”“I should be saying that to you.” you said, moving in to give her a tight hug. She didn’t push you away or flinch back. She simply opened her arms and welcomed you into her personal space without complaint.“I don’t believe it…” Iden gasped. You and Wendy jumped a bit, almost forgetting that she’d been standing right there the entire time. “Is that...Wendy openly showing affection!? I must be dreaming.” she laughed.(Cont.)
“Gee Mom,” Wendy said, folding her hands and feigning guilt. “I’m so sorry that your sterilized cloning facility made me into a socially stunted weirdo with trust issues. I totally should’ve stayed and let you turn me into a living weapon.”“Why are you still so upset?” Iden said, clearly unaware of the impact that her actions had on Wendy. “I’m even calling you by your silly little nicknames, now.”“They’re not nicknames.” you said while shaking your head. “They’re literally our names.”“And aren’t you the one that gave yourself the nickname ‘Iden’?” Wendy said.Iden threw her hands up in exasperation. “I only did that because I was tired of signing documents as ‘Inspector 10’! It’s needlessly lengthy.”“Then let us have our ‘nicknames’, at least.” you said.“Fine. If you insist, I shall refrain from addressing you with your designations.” she said with a sigh, going back to working on Wendy’s implants."Whatever..." Wendy said, crossing her arms.The room fell silent as the only shared conversation topic faded into obscurity. This might be the most time that you and Wendy have spent with Iden, aside from that time when your sister was recovering from her treatment after you removed the Amalgamatrix from her wrist.Should you bring up another topic? And if so, which one?>”I’m thinking of bringing the Amalgamtrix to a friend of mine to get it fixed. For real this time.”>”I took Trixie to Myaxx for some upgrades earlier today. From the way she’s been staring at her own hands, I think she likes them.”>”Vilgax seemed to be doing okay when I visited. He says hi, by the way.”>”You know Iden, I got a look at Wendy’s memories recently, and I got to see what the old lab looked like. For some reason, I can’t remember any of that stuff.”>”What kind of implants are you working on over there?”>”You know, I’ve been wondering, when we were down there in the tunnels, why didn’t you use your magic earlier?”>”How long do you plan on staying, Iden? I know it can’t be easy being a wanted fugitive on the run.”>”Who’s hungry? I’m starved!” Eat lunch with your family.>Write-in.
>>4997434>>”Vilgax seemed to be doing okay when I visited. He says hi, by the way.”>”I’m thinking of bringing the Amalgamtrix to a friend of mine to get it fixed. For real this time.”>”I took Trixie to Myaxx for some upgrades earlier today. From the way she’s been staring at her own hands, I think she likes them.”
“Vilgax seemed to be doing okay.” you said, hoping to spark a discussion. “He says hi, by the way.”Wendy’s ears seemed to perk up at that. “Really?” she said, unfolding her arms, forcing you to notice that her cybernetic arm was already reattached. Iden sure does work fast.“Yeah. He told me to tell you that he hopes you get better soon.” you said, not entirely sure of how you feel about delivering messages for someone like Vilgax.“Maybe I’ll pay him a visit after I get discharged. How’s he adjusting on Iden’s ship?” she said.“Decently well.” Iden answered before you could. “He’s not nearly as useful as Myaxx, but he’s good when we need a little extra muscle.” she said, not taking her eyes off of her task.“I just feel bad having him cooped up in there for so long.” Wendy said.“And having him crouch down in your slovenly Undertown hut was somehow better?” Iden said with a snort. “Trust me, I’m giving him much more room to stretch his legs. Much more than an intergalactic criminal of his caliber deserves, anyway.”“And you’re one to talk?” Wendy sneered. “Wade had to bust you out of the biggest, baddest mega-prison in the known galaxy.”Iden chuckled as if Wendy’s accusation amused her. “Incarcecon? It doesn’t even scratch the Top 5 worst prisons in the galaxy.” she said, adjusting one of the lenses on her goggles to zoom in on the implant she was working on. “There’s the Perplexahedron, the Null Void, and I’m pretty sure that I heard about a nasty little detention facility that they found in the Andromeda galaxy.”You and Wendy exchanged confused glances before she continued.“The point is,” Iden continued. “I was arrested as part of a cover up, in which my contractors shifted the blame of the entire incident onto me, when I was simply doing as I was told. I had to choose between the tantalizing options of: Get myself arrested for treason by refusing to help the Galactic Council in its time of need, or take the fall for the whole operation by going to prison.”“Bullshit.” Wendy said, without hesitation, drawing Iden’s full attention. “You got involved with that project because you wanted glory and recognition. Even in prison, you were so proud that your little test tube baby was out there tearing the galaxy apart all by himself, all because your name was attached to him.”Despite Wendy’s pointed accusations, Iden simply smiled at her and returned to her work, not bothering to deny her claims or to argue her intentions.Realizing that she wasn’t going to get a rise out of her, Wendy just scoffed and turned away from her.(Cont.)
“You know,” you began, hoping to change the subject and break the tension. “I’m thinking of bringing the Amalgamatrix to a friend of mine to get it fixed. For real this time.”Wendy’s face lit up upon hearing your good news, but you also noticed that your conversation topic had snatched Iden’s attention once more.“Seriously!?” Wendy exclaimed, becoming more excited than you’ve seen her in a long time. “That’d be sick!”“Absolutely not.” Iden declared with her hands on her hips, shooting both of you a disapproving glare. “That type of technology clearly was not meant for human minds to withstand. I won’t have you damaging your mind any further.”“The guy I’m bringing it to has already built something very similar to it, and he’s fine. So I figured that he’d know how to fix it so that she won’t go through any of that again.” you said.If Iden had eyebrows, you’re certain that she’d be raising them.“Who is this friend of yours, exactly?” she asked.“He’s, uh, from another dimension...far into the future.” you said, feeling a bit less confident now that you’re realizing how crazy it sounded when you said it out loud.Iden’s jaw dropped.------------“So you were recruited by a group of interdimensional Omnitrix users, and have been traveling to alternate timelines to solve their problems for them?” Iden said, summarizing your lengthy explanation and taking it in stride. “Sounds to me that you’ve already proven yourself to be their superior.”You shook your head. “There are a few guys there that I wouldn’t want to mess with, and the two guys that I’m bringing the Amalgamatrix to are in that group.”Iden considered your words carefully, glancing between your face and the bracelet on your arm that allows you to travel between dimensions.“Alright...that sounds feasible.” she finally agreed. “But you’ll have to let me examine both that bracelet and the Amalgamatrix when you’ve brought it back.”“Sure. I don’t have a problem with that.” you nodded.“It’s gonna be weird having that thing on my wrist again.” Wendy said, leaning back into her elevated pillow and looking up at the ceiling. “I wonder if your aliens are still stored inside.”“You mean the genetic samples that you stole?” you asked, causing Wendy to wince from re-experiencing the memory. “No idea. I can see if they’d be willing to add in some new ones, if you want.”“Could you!?” Wendy said, almost jumping out of her bed. “That’d be awesome. I’ll need some new tricks up my sleeve if I’m gonna get back into proper ass-kicking shape.”Wendy was shadow-boxing the air when she finally noticed Trixie still standing in the corner.(Cont.)
“I took her to get some upgrades from Myaxx.” you said, noticing where she was looking. “From the way she’s been staring at her own hands for the past hour or two, I think she likes them.”“I never knew the world could look so...spectacular…!” Trixie said, completely mesmerized as she switched between light spectrums. You and Wendy shared a laugh, with Iden trying, and failing, to stifle a chuckle.For the remainder of your time there, you casually chatted with your sister over a multitude of topics. Iden and Trixie would join in every now and again, but mostly kept to themselves.Eventually, though, you had to leave when Wendy’s nurse showed up to check on her. From the looks of it, she should be out in a few days, so long as she behaves herself. And hopefully, you’ll have the Amalgamatrix ready for her.-------------Upon exiting the dimensional gateway, you were greeted by a pack of teenage Bens, clearly disturbed by your sudden arrival when they should really be used to it by now. But from the way that they maintained their distance and whispered just out of earshot, you could tell that everyone was paying an unusual amount of attention to you.“Do any of you know where I can find Ben 10K and Albedo?” you shouted, hoping that one of them could at least make themselves useful.Only a few of them raised their hands, while the rest just blabbed their answers out loud, creating a mess of noise that you couldn’t quite decipher.You groaned, and pointed a finger at the first guy who raised his hand.------------Fortunately, both Ben 10K and Albedo were with Professor Paradox, who made a swift exit once he saw you coming. You weren’t sure whether he was avoiding you, or if he really did have something to do. You’re not an immortal time traveler, so you wouldn’t know.You managed to drag them into one of the empty labs, where you placed the Amalgamatrix on the table before them. It’s been trading hands between you and Azmuth for the past few months, with him promising to work on it, and then promptly leaving it to collect dust in the corner of his lab. Maybe things will be different this time.“Hello,” Ben 10K said, scooping up the gauntlet and glancing it over. “What do we have here?”“It appears to be a crude copy of your Biomnitrix.” Albedo said with a sneer, as if the very sight of it offended him.“It was built by someone called ‘Dr. Psychobos’.” you said.Albedo and Ben shared a look.“Yeah, this looks like his work.” Ben said. “But with the way he built the genetic reassembly matrix, there’s now way this would be safe for anyone to wear.”“I know. My sister wore it for a while. It messed her up pretty bad, but we were able to repair most of the damage.” you said.(Cont.)
“And now you want us to fix it? So your sister can have her own Omnitrix knock-off?” Albedo asked, somehow managing to sound condescending even when he wasn’t trying to be.Ben snorted a laugh. “I’d bet you’d know all about Omnitrix knock-offs.”Albedo’s face turned red with a mix of fury and embarrassment. “Your insolence knows no bounds, Tennyson!” he proclaimed, not seeming to have a similar effect on the veteran hero’s mood.“So,” you interrupted. “Can you fix it or not?”Ben and Albedo shared a look.“Of course we can.” they said in unison.“But we’d have to rebuild it completely.” Albedo said.“Tear out the guts and replace the outdated parts with the tech we have on-hand.” Ben said.“Substitute the Amalgamite with another mineral that shares similar qualities to the substance.” Albedo muttered.“No no no. Take out the Amalgamite completely and digitize the whole process.” Ben 10K argued.“I find it charmingly rustic. We can still make it work.” Albedo argued.“And what if the crystal gets misaligned when the lasers pass through it?” Ben 10K said.“We hold it in place with Xenonite pins and wrap a threaded Yggdrallian coil around the base.” Albedo replied with a smile.“But that’s-!” Ben 10K shouted, before stopping to consider the implications behind his approach. “That’s pretty smart, actually.” he admitted.“Right!?” Albedo exclaimed.You snapped your fingers to get their attention again.“How long do you think this will take?” you asked.“If we rushed?” Ben said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “The better part of a year, probably. That’s about how long it took me to finish the Omnitrix that I made for my son, but this one’s gonna be a bit trickier to figure out.”So it would take a few months. Makes sense, considering how advanced these devices are. You just wish you wouldn’t have gotten Wendy’s hopes up so soon if that were the case.Across the table, Albedo noticed that your shoulders had visibly slumped. He nudged Ben 10K and leaned in to whisper into his ear. And from the way that Ben recoiled, you guessed that it had to be something truly outrageous.“You want to bring it to ‘him’!? Wouldn’t that cause some sort of weird time paradox?” Ben shouted.“Not if we’re careful.” Albedo said, narrowing his eyes at him, before returning his gaze to you. “Good news. We know someone who should be able to speed up our progress by a considerable amount. I’ll be sure to have it brought to you as soon as it’s finished.” he said with a wide grin, bordering on malicious.(Cont.)
What do you say?>”That is good news! I really appreciate it.”>”What can you tell me about this guy you’re bringing it to? Is he another Ben? Do I get to meet him?”>”I was kind of hoping that I’d get to work on it with you. Maybe I can help speed up the process even more.”>”Do we get to choose what aliens she gets? I can go back and ask her to make a list or something.”>"Can't Professor Paradox technically travel to the future and grab the finished product for me?">”Do either of you know why everyone’s acting so strange around me?”>Write-in.
>>4998575>”I was kind of hoping that I’d get to work on it with you. We don't have to rush, and making it will make it easier to make such devices in the future.">"Also i'd rather avoid dealing with Time Paradoxes, ON TOP of a 'Doomed Timeline'.">”By the way, do either of you know why everyone’s acting so strange around me?”
>>4998577>”What can you tell me about this guy you’re bringing it to? Is he another Ben? Do I get to meet him?”>”Do we get to choose what aliens she gets? I can go back and ask her to make a list or something.”>”Do either of you know why everyone’s acting so strange around me?”
>>4998577>>”What can you tell me about this guy you’re bringing it to? Is he another Ben? Do I get to meet him?”>>”Do we get to choose what aliens she gets? I can go back and ask her to make a list or something.”>"Also i'd rather avoid dealing with Time Paradoxes, ON TOP of a 'Doomed Timeline'.">”By the way, do either of you know why everyone’s acting so strange around me?”
>>4998599>>4999517>>4999971Writing and combining the most common choices...
“What can you tell me about this guy that you’re bringing it to?” you asked. “Is he another Ben? Do I get to meet him?”Ben and Albedo exchanged uneasy glances.“He’s not a Ben, no...but it’d probably be for the best if the two of you didn’t meet. Not right now, at least.” Ben 10k admitted.You narrow your eyes at them. “You know, I’d rather avoid dealing with time paradoxes ON TOP of having a ‘Doomed Timeline’.” you proclaimed, putting emphasis on all the right words. “So if there’s something weird going on here, I’d like to know about it in advance.”“You need to have faith, Wakeman. This is for your own good.” Albedo said. “ Meeting this person now could have unpredictable effects on your present timeline.”“And despite all that, you still trust this guy to work on the Amalgamatrix?” you said.Both men nodded in unison, unwavering in their confidence of this mysterious temporal deviant.You sighed in resignation. While you don’t like being kept out of the loop, you’re not really in a position to complain. These guys were doing you a favor, and if you don’t want to be kept waiting for the better part of a year, you’d be better off keeping your mouth shut and letting them go about things their way.“Fine. Do we at least get to choose which aliens she gets?” you asked. “I can go back and get her to make a list or something.”“That sounds reasonable.” Ben nodded. “Just don’t let her pick anything crazy powerful or hard to get. I don’t care how much she begs, we’re not giving anyone Celestialsapien or Naljian DNA.” he declared with conviction in his voice.“Don’t worry, I won’t slip up on something that important. I don’t even think I’d trust myself with that kind of power.” you said, glancing down at your belt.“Nothing too terrible, I assume.” Albedo said, giving you an appraising look. “People always assume that power inherently corrupts. But that isn’t true. Power reveals us.”“What do you mean?” Ben asked.“Power gives us the opportunity to become whatever it is that we always wanted to become. It reveals our true nature, shows us the creature that had been dwelling behind the many masks we hide behind. You become…more of yourself.” Albedo said, staring down at the Amalgamatrix with an intensity that you didn’t recognize in the high strung scientist.(Cont.)
The room fell silent for a minute as you and Ben pondered the wisdom behind Albedo’s words. Could you really stay the same while wielding that much power? You’ve undoubtedly gone through multiple changes ever since the Omnitrix slapped itself onto your wrist. While you may have remained the same on a fundamental level, you’re not confident that the same would apply if you were able to change the universe with a snap of your fingers.Shooing the thought away, you decided to change the subject.“By the way, do either of you know why everyone’s been acting so strange around me?” you said, looking out the door to see that a number of Bens were converging on Trixie, hoping to strike up a conversation and take her on a date to their local Mr. Smoothy.Ben chuckled. “Yeah, that’d be because of your most recent glowing achievements.”“What do you mean?” you said.“You averted a galactic threat to your timeline without the use of your Hindsight Beacon. That is by no means an insignificant feat.” Albedo explained.“Well yeah, but I had my team with me to help out. Red already used his, so there’d be no point in using mine.” you said.“While that may be, you still had the option of activating yours to press the urgency of the situation.” Albedo said. “That should have afforded you the assistance of additional allies.”“Huh.” you said, feeling at a loss for words. “That would’ve been great to know beforehand.”“And because of that simple misunderstanding, there are rumors floating around about you being some invincible fighting machine.” Ben said, clearly amused by this whole situation.Knowing that, you really don’t mind a few harmless rumors circulating around the Nexus. But you do care if that somehow affects their willingness to come to your rescue, should you need it.There’s not much you can do about it now. Might as well make the most of your visit since you’re here. After all, Grandpa isn’t going anywhere.What will you do while you’re here?>Inquire about teaching lessons here. They might need someone who has some skill with the blade.>See if you can sit in on one of Professor Peacock’s lessons.>Check on Eon’s goons. They should still be in their jail cells.>Expand the signal range of your Slingshot and see if you can respond to any urgent Hindsight Beacons.>Slice into the archives and see if you can pull up those DNA results that you asked Professor Paradox about.>Pretend to leave and see if you can pick up any additional info on this mystery man that they’re planning on meeting.>Write-in.
>>5000952>Inquire about teaching lessons here. They might need someone who has some skill with the blade.>See if you can sit in on one of Professor Peacock’s lessons.>Slice into the archives and see if you can pull up those DNA results that you asked Professor Paradox about.
>>5000952>>Inquire about teaching lessons here. They might need someone who has some skill with the blade.>>See if you can sit in on one of Professor Peacock’s lessons.>>Slice into the archives and see if you can pull up those DNA results that you asked Professor Paradox about.
>>5000952>Inquire about teaching lessons here. They might need someone who has some skill with the blade.>See if you can sit in on one of Professor Peacock’s lessons.>Expand the signal range of your Slingshot and see if you can respond to any urgent Hindsight Beacons.
After thanking Albedo and Ben 10K for their assistance in repairing the Amalgamatrix, you stepped outside to shoo away the flock of Bens that had been crowding around Trixie. A feat that was by no means difficult, on account of your new reputation around the Nexus.“I trust that everything went well?” Trixie asked.“As well as I could ask for, I guess. They’re still keeping secrets, though.” you shrugged.“Is it necessary to keep secrets from allies working towards the same goal? What do they gain by withholding information?” she said.“When time travel and alternate dimensions are involved, I tend not to overthink things. I’d imagine that it could get real messy if they’re not careful.” you said, looking back at Albedo and Ben through the door’s window.“But since we’re here,” you said, clapping your hands together. “We might as well get some more errands done.”“What did you have in mind?” Trixie asked, tilting her head to the side.You flashed her a confident grin and signaled for her to follow you.--------------“A sword training lecture?” said a robot with an Omnitrix strapped to its wrist. It had a dome shaped head, with cold, discerning eyes that lit up everytime it spoke. “There aren’t many applications for that sort of skill.”“What do you mean? It’s basic weapon training.” you protested, leaning over the counter ever so slightly. The robot didn’t flinch, its facial features firmly fixed in place as it flipped through the form that you filled out.“Most lessons that we teach here have practical applications. Hand-to-hand combat, Firearm training, and Arcane wisdom. I cannot think of many situations where an Omnitrix user would carry a sword. Many of them are still minors.” he explained, with his hands folded in an annoyingly gentle gesture of peace and tranquility.“They can just buy one. It shouldn’t be that hard.” you said.“If that is what you wish, then I shall run this request through the necessary channels, before anyone can register to attend your lecture.” he said. Now that you’ve gotten a closer look, you noticed that the plate welded to his chest identifies him as “B3-N10”.“You will be notified when your request has gone through. After that, we can move on to scheduling a date for your first lecture, after which we will post the registration notice.” he explained.“Thank you.” you nodded, before walking away from the desk and making your way towards Professor Peacock’s classroom. According to his schedule, the lesson should be starting any minute.-------------“Ah! There he is!” Peacock said with a pointed hand gesture, drawing attention to the trinkets and jewelry that decorated his arms. “Finally back for another lesson, I see. It’s been quite some time.”(Cont.)
“Yeah…” you winced apologetically, rubbing the back of your head. “Some stuff came up.”Peacock closed his eyes and nodded understanding with a casual smile plastered on his face. He always looked like he was enjoying some joke or aspect of the environment that nobody else could quite understand or perceive. “So I’ve heard. Your name has been on everyone’s lips lately.” he said.“Not by choice. I can tell you that much.” you said with a sigh.Normally all eyes would be on you, seeing as you were the last person to show up to class. But that was not the case, purely because you had Trixie with you today. All eyes were firmly locked onto her, as murmurs erupted throughout the classroom. There were some people that you recognized amongst them, but not well enough to strike up any sort of casual conversation.“Oh my.” Peacock said, his easygoing smile twisting into a sly grin. “Who’s your new friend? I don’t see an Omnitrix anywhere.”“This is Trixie.” you explained, pointing a thumb back at her. “She’s my A.I. and my partner in crime. I recently hijacked a body for her to use.”All of a sudden, the other students were swarming over her, bombarding her with all manner of questions. Given her highly advanced processor unit, Trixie calmly took in all their questions and carefully answered them one by one. However, Peacock put a stop to the debacle by drawing everyone’s attention with a thunderous clap of his hands.“People, please! Give the girl some room to breathe.” he chuckled. “If I knew that a pretty face was all it took to interrupt my lesson, then I would’ve instructed the lot of you to put bags over your faces. Of course, mine would have to be the ugliest bag of them all. Otherwise, none of you would be able to focus during my lessons.” he said, earning a laugh from his students. Professor Peacock was the epitome of a “cool teacher”. If you weren’t so busy, you’d be hard pressed to miss a single one of his classes.“Alright, that’s enough horseplay. All of you are to break into your assigned groups.” Peacock instructed them. “Mr. Wakeman, you are going to pair with me.”“Can Trixie join us too? I’d hate for her to get bored.” you said.“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that.” Peacock said, smirking and pointing at the groups that were still trying to hold a conversation with your robot friend. “Besides, I don’t think she’d be able to join us even if she wanted to. Today’s lessons are centered on the use of mana.”“Cool. I could use some new spells.” you said, rubbing your hands together in anticipation.(Cont.)
“We’ll be focusing on more than that.” Peacock said, shaking his head. “From what I’ve seen, you only have the most basic understanding of mana. And frankly, that’s perfect for a beginner such as yourself.”“Why’s that?” you asked.“Our perception of the laws of magic plays a crucial role in our ability to use it. Our understanding gives our spells structure and allows for conservative mana usage, but it also creates restrictions.” Peacock said with a finger raised to the air.“So, what you’re saying is that if I were a crazy person with an inherent talent for spellcasting, I would be able to create spells that didn’t follow the rules of magic?” you asked.“Precisely.” Peacock nodded. “We classify such spells as ‘Wild Magic’. Most dimensions that I’ve been to tend to concentrate a great deal of their resources towards vanquishing any and all Wild Magic practitioners.”“I wonder if there are any WIld Magic practitioners in my dimension.” you thought aloud.“I have no doubt that there are.” Peacock said. “But I’m not here to teach you to become one of them. I simply wanted you to be aware of their existence.”“Thanks. I’ll ask my magic teacher about them when I get home.” you said.“Please do.” Peacock said with an appreciative nod. “For now, let’s focus on what we can learn before the end of this lesson.”What do you wish to learn? (Pick 2)>Aura Manipulation>Curse Magic>Miracles>Elemental Magic>Physical Enhancement>Write-in.(Within reason, of course.)Skills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1
>>5002023>Miracles>Magic relating to Emotions (Feeling others, stoking or subduing others, feeling bursts of them from far away ala Obi Wan Kenobi)If a bit outside of scope, then just>Aura ManipulationCan't go wrong with that.
>>5002055Don't worry. A lot of that falls under Aura Sense.
>>5002023>Aura Manipulation>Physical Enhancement
>>5002023>Aura Manipulation>Elemental Magic
Rolled 1 (1d3)>>5002055>>5002321>>5002806Rolling for the second result. Writing...
Out of all the options that he gave you, Aura Manipulation stood out as an important skill to train. And judging from the approving nod that he gave you, it was probably something that he’d been eager to teach you.“Aside from being able to form basic arcane constructs, having control over your aura is the most important thing for an aspiring mage to learn.” Peacock explained. “A spellcaster that lets their aura leak out uncontrollably is seen as a novice in the magic world. Your aura is the first thing that they see, and in it, they can read your emotional state, and ascertain your magical ability with but a glance.”“So concealing your aura guards you against mental probing, and puts your enemies off guard.” you concluded.Peacock shook his head. “It does far more than that. If your opponent’s aura is more powerful than yours, or if they’re more proficient in manipulating it, then you might just find your aura being suppressed.”You stared on in confusion, prompting a light chuckle from Peacock.“Here, it would be better if I just showed you.” he said, holding a palm up towards you.And then, you felt a crushing pressure on your chest. Your knees nearly buckled, and you were starting to shiver as if you were caught out in the middle of a blizzard. Your vision narrowed and warped, and for a moment, you thought you saw something flare up and out of Peacock’s body. It sent a shiver down your spine, and you were momentarily tempted to draw your sword in defense. It was as if some unimaginable terror had grabbed hold of you and was actively grinding its teeth against your very soul.And all of a sudden, it stopped. Professor Peacock lowered his hand and gave you a sympathetic look.“That is what can happen when an opponent suppresses your aura with their own. What you’re learning here might very well save your life in the future.” he explained.You released a shuddering breath that you weren’t even aware you were holding, and rose to your full height once more.“That was...intense.” you said, searching for a glimpse of that energy that flared out of your teacher a minute ago. It was faint, but you could see it! It throbbed and pulsated, sending slight vibrations through the air, causing your skin to tingle, even through your armor.While you weren’t an expert in auras, you were of the firm belief that your master possessed an exceptionally dangerous one. It spoke of an intense and unshakeable will. Despite being contained and suppressed, you couldn’t help but shudder in the face of the man that somehow managed to bottle up a tidal wave of magical energy.(Cont.)
“You can see it, can’t you?” he asked, taking a step forward. “I just hit you in a gap in your defenses that you hadn’t even known existed until now. It was a rather crude method, but you should be vaguely aware of the presence of your soul, as well as the auras that might attack it.”“You triggered a defense mechanism in my body by trying to crush my aura.” you said, regaining your composure once more.“Not your body, but your soul. The strength of your soul is crucial to the strength of your aura.” Peacock said. “And yours is already a terribly strong one.”“Didn’t feel that way to me…” you said, shaking your head.“Anyone would be caught off guard if someone suddenly punched them in the gut...when they’ve gone their whole life thinking they didn’t have one to be punched in the first place.” Peacock said with a light chuckle.“Then it looks like I’ve got some catching up to do.” you said, bracing yourself while placing both hands in front of you. “Hit me again.”Peacock looked hesitant for a moment, but then, you caught a glimpse of something else in his expression. Pride, maybe? It was fleeting, and you weren’t well versed enough to read his emotions through his already suppressed aura.And all of a sudden, you were drowning again.------------Over the next hour, you and Peacock went back and forth, attempting to suppress each other’s auras and trying to keep yours concealed, while reading his. After a while, you got noticeably better at staving off his attacks. You weren’t able to push him back very far, but you at least managed to achieve the seemingly impossible feat of manipulating your aura to form a barrier that should prevent your soul from getting flayed by just any amateur mage that knew the basics of aura manipulation.“You’re improving.” Peacock observed, giving you an easygoing smile as he took a sledgehammer to your spiritual defenses. “Good.”You’re keeping him at bay for now...but you might be able to do more than that.>Push back with all your might and try to suppress his aura through sheer force of will.>Play it safe and try to maintain a solid defense.>Pretend to be tired, wait for him to show a gap in his defenses, and then slam your aura against his while channeling mana through your Crown Chakra.>Let him suppress your aura. You want to get used to this feeling for when it's inevitably used against you.>Switch to your Flame Aura and see how that affects your performance.>Transform into Ghostfreak. You think you remember him having some resistance to magically induced effects.>Write-in.Skills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1
>>5002886>>Pretend to be tired, wait for him to show a gap in his defenses, and then slam your aura against his while channeling mana through your Crown Chakra.
>>5002886>Switch to your Flame Aura and see how that affects your performance.Lets not go Ghostfreak in a room full of Omnitrix users who have had enough bad experiences with the alien to attack him on sight
Supporting >>5002887SNEEKYDEEKY TIME, CLEVER HOURS AHEAD
>>5002887>>5004150ROLL 1D100+20 TO BE THE CLEVEREST MAGE IN THE ROOM!
Rolled 20 + 20 (1d100 + 20)>>5004270Alrighty!Probably gonna fumble this bitch somehow knowing my luck but here goes nothing!
Rolled 4 + 20 (1d100 + 20)>>5004270
Rolled 19 + 20 (1d100 + 20)>>5004270
>>5004305>>5004613>>5004764>>5005115Unfortunately, these are not clever times. These are, in fact, bad times. Writing...
>40Getting a devious idea, you decide to conceal portions of your aura, giving the impression that you’re beginning to grow tired. It certainly wasn’t easy, to say the least. Staving off your teacher’s aura attack, while trying to conceal your own strength. It felt like holding back a huge sneeze while pushing against a rolling boulder.Eventually, the professor noticed that your aura had visibly weakened, ultimately deciding to give you a break by letting his aura retreat from yours.“I suppose that shall do for now.” Peacock said while placing his hands behind his back, his tone sounding a bit flat for some reason.You shifted the flow of mana within your body, channeling it through your Crown Chakra, and boosting your awareness to superhuman levels. His aura was much more visible now. It shimmered and shivered in the air, writhing and contracting as if it were a living thing.“Are you alright?” he asked, stepping forward to inspect you.That’s when you made your move.With all the willpower you could muster, you slammed your aura down onto Professor Peacock. The impact was powerful enough to cause him to stagger, temporarily disrupting his sense of balance and giving you an opening to suppress his aura.You somewhat expected him to be agitated, but for some reason, your teacher was grinning fiercely. And a moment later, you understood why.All of a sudden, his partially suppressed aura flared out, breaking free of your grasp like a lion bursting out of a cage made out of toothpicks.You struggled to regain control, but the sheer intensity of his aura threatened to overwhelm you completely! That is until, he reigned in his aura, making the active decision not to grind yours into dust, all while making sure that you maintained a similar restraint by forcefully keeping your aura at an acceptable level.Now that you weren’t distracted by your struggle with Peacock, you started noticing the looks on your fellow classmate’s faces. Some were terrified, others were completely engrossed, and a select few were hopelessly confused, possessing no aura sense whatsoever.Deeply regretful of your lack of consideration for everyone else in the class, you retracted your aura and went back to concealing it.“You concealed your aura while suppressing mine.” Professor Peacock remarked, seemingly impressed by your attempt to overwhelm him. “That is quite the feat for a beginner such as yourself. Well done.” he said. His fierce grin was now gone, replaced by his usual easygoing smile. But for some reason, you got the feeling that he was satisfied with your performance. Or maybe, he was simply amused that you would try to deceive him in such a way.----------(Cont.)
After practicing a bit more at concealing your aura, you came to realize how difficult it would be for anyone to conceal their aura at all times. The best you could manage was a prolonged partial concealment, allowing you to prevent any potential enemies from finding out just how powerful you were.Interestingly, Peacock mentioned that you would also be able to project your aura in different locations to throw your enemies off balance, but you weren’t proficient enough to practice something that advanced.Practicing concealment was simple enough, but you found the idea of using aura suppression on unsuspecting victims to be a tad bit cruel. You could practice on common crooks and supervillains, which would make it feel a little less cruel. If you refined this power, you could end fights before they even started. Your patrol times would be cut down by more than half! It’d be so easy.----------Learning Miracles was a bit trickier than you expected. You’d already figured out how to cast minor healing spells, so the upgraded version was easy enough to pick up on. The hard part came when your instructor tried to get you to blow up a training dummy with your mind.“I don’t get what you want me to do.” you complained. “How does a ‘Miracle’ help me to blow something up?”Peacock smiled, but his eyes remained firmly fixed on the training dummy. “Miracles are about more than healing people. It’s about having an unshakeable confidence, not in yourself, but in the mana field itself.”When you remained silent, he took that as a sign of confusion.“You must have complete and total faith in the power that the vast energies of the multiverse can grant you, as well as in your capability to wield and influence them. It’s a little like Wild Magic, but not quite.” he said with a wink.“So my way of thinking influences my ability to use Miracles?” you asked.“Exactly. If you only knew of how each and every sentient being influenced the flow of mana in the universe. It’s both beautiful and terrifying.” he said, momentarily gazing off into the distance, before returning it back to you. “Observe.”He raised his hand, and pointed to another nearby training dummy. “As I will it, so it shall be.” Peacock said, before a transparent orb of shivering air shot out of his outstretched hand, sending the training dummy flying backwards.He then moved his hand to yet another training dummy. “As I will it, so it shall be.” he said yet again. But this time, instead of another orb, he conjured up a spear of blinding light, before hurling it at his target. The spear shot through the training dummy, leaving crackling sparks dancing along its armored surface.(Cont.)
And lastly, he turned to face you once more. Peacock stretched out his hand and showed you his open palm. And without needing to recite that chant, a blade of light appeared in his hand, appearing much like a lightsaber without a hilt to speak of. The sudden illumination lit up both your faces, but his expression didn’t change in the slightest.“You are hesitant. Something is still holding you back.” he said, without breaking eye contact. It was only now that you realized your teacher was wearing an expression that was far more serious than you've ever seen him with. Even more than when Eon's minions threatened Gwen's whole dimension.You stared at him, not sure of how to respond.“At some point or another, your magic failed you at a crucial moment in your life. And because of that, you do not trust it. Not completely, at least.” he continued.You only nodded.“You must overcome this mental block before you can learn this skill. Then, and only then, will you unlock your true potential.”What do you say?>”Why haven’t I heard about any of this until now?”>”Does anyone else here know how to perform miracles?”>”How do I overcome my mental block?”>”Won’t all of this magic mess with my Omnitrix?”>”Isn’t it a bit misleading to file this powerset under the ‘Miracle’ category?”>Write-in.
>>5005294>”How do I overcome my mental block?”
>>5005294>>”How do I overcome my mental block?”>”Won’t all of this magic mess with my Omnitrix?”
>>5005294>”How do I overcome my mental block?”>”Won’t all of this magic mess with my Omnitrix?”>”Why haven’t I heard about any of this until now?”
>>5005505>>5006022>>5006207I guess I'll combine the three of these. Writing...
“How do I overcome my mental block?” you asked, struggling to take your eyes away from the glowing blade he held in his hands.“You must come to rely on magic more frequently. Balance its use with that of your Omnitrix, or else your proficiency with one will begin to decline.” Peacock advised you, vanquishing the blade of light with a wave of his hand. “Once you gain an unshakeable confidence in your ability to use magic, and a knowledge of what it can do for you, you will become an extraordinarily powerful mage.” he continued.“Won’t all this magic mess with my Omnitrix?” you said, glancing at your belt.The professor shrugged. “I suppose that’s possible. It’s one of the many reasons why I don't bother wearing one anymore.” he said, flashing his arms, covered in a multitude of colorful trinkets and decorative gems. “Whenever there is an extremely high concentration of magic, one must be prepared for the possibility of their Omnitrix malfunctioning.”You looked over at Trixie, who had been engaging multiple students in a seemingly intense debate over something. You remember back when you fought Mother during the start of your career, and how she nearly destroyed the Omnitrix with a powerful curse. If something like that happened again, would Trixie be able to survive the attack? She might have uploaded the majority of her personality into her new body, but she still needed to retain a long range uplink to the Omnitrix in order to retain her primary functionality. It’s part of the reason why you brought her here with you.Trixie locked eyes with you for a moment, sensing the telepathic message that you sent. She gave a near imperceptible nod and made an excuse to leave the classroom early.This is the other reason you asked her to be here.“Why haven’t I heard about any of this until now?” you said, hoping Peacock didn’t think anything of your little exchange.The professor seemed to mull this over for a bit before answering. “There could be any number of reasons. The mana flow in your universe could be limited, or perhaps the knowledge simply hasn’t been discovered there yet, although I find that highly unlikely.” he said, looking pensive. “The only other possibility I can think of is…” he said, trailing off and glancing up at you.You had to stop yourself from glaring at him, if he was insinuating what you thought he was. The only other options were:A.) Kirby was purposefully withholding the information for some reason or another. orB.) Every other magic user that has instructed you thus far has been lacking in their knowledge of the subject.Both options upset you for different reasons, but you made sure that your emotions couldn’t be read in either your face or your aura. You’ll figure this out when you get back to your native dimension and ask around a bit.----------(Cont.)
After wrapping up your lesson, you thanked Peacock for his instruction and made your way down the halls, trying not to seem too eager to leave. You could still feel his gaze on your back, but you didn’t dare to turn back around to let him realize that.-------A little while later, you linked back up with Trixie, finding her waiting by an old lab room that didn’t see a lot of use.“Did you get it?” you asked in a hushed tone.She nodded, and shared the information on your helmet’s HUD. It was an unnecessarily detailed report, but thankfully, Trixie went through the trouble of highlighting the important parts.“Whoever wrote this report went to great lengths to keep this hidden, so I was unable to extract anything substantial.” she said, her eyes lined with rows of moving text. “However, I did manage to get a name. According to the genetic sample that Professor Paradox examined, your DNA was labeled under ‘Half-Human, Half-Chronian’.”“What the hell’s a ‘Chronian’?” you muttered to yourself.“I have records of any ‘Chronians’ within my databases. Neither has Azmuth made any mention of them before.” Trixie said, shaking her head.“Before, he said that he’d never heard about them either.”“That is correct.” she nodded.“Do you think he was lying?”“I do not believe he was. Azmuth has no such need for deception.”You went silent, trying to find a reason for why Paradox would hide something like this from you. Doesn’t he know how important this is, and how worried you’ve been about it? Does he not trust you?“We should find out more about these Chronians.” Trixie proclaimed, her eyes full of resolve.“My thoughts exactly.” you responded, but you weren’t entirely sure of who you should confide in. Whatever work you put into investigating this matter, it’d have to be after the wedding.What did you intend to do with this information?>Track down Paradox and corner him, until he finally tells you what this is all about.>Keep this between you and Trixie for now. At least until you can do some research of your own.>Find someone that has higher security clearance and try to persuade them to look into it for you.>Bring it to Kirby. He’s got all sorts of “meta knowledge” that might come in handy.>Confront Iden. There’s no way that she’d use DNA without knowing where it came from.>Write-in.Skills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1
>>5006403>>Confront Iden. There’s no way that she’d use DNA without knowing where it came from.This is the safest, and most logical first step. If this is a bust we can look at alternatives.
>>5006403>>Confront Iden. There’s no way that she’d use DNA without knowing where it came from.
>>5006403>Confront Iden. There’s no way that she’d use DNA without knowing where it came from.
Confronting Iden about it would be your best bet. She was the one who had personally overseen your cloning process, after all. If there’s anyone who’d have information on the matter, it would be her.But for the time being, you should hurry and rush over to Grandpa’s place. You’ve kept him waiting long enough.-----------Upon stepping out of a swirling bluish-white portal, you spotted Grandpa Phil in his garage, using some complicated looking spanner to calibrate the engine of a dark blue RV.When you got a bit closer, he turned to face you and Trixie, using a rag to wipe the grease and oil off of his hands. “Hey, Wade. You’re just in time to see me put the finishing touches on this bad boy.” he said as his lined face twisted into a wicked grin. His eyes drifted over to land on Trixie, and his smile dropped. “Who’s this? One of your friends?”“This is-” you were about to say, before Trixie stepped in front of you.“This will be our first time meeting in the synth-flesh, Magister Wakeman.” Trixie said as she grabbed grandpa’s hand and shook it vigorously.Grandpa seemed unnerved, but after a few seconds, he realized that he recognized her voice. “...Trixie!? Is that you?” he asked in utter disbelief. “What the hell happened?”“I confiscated a body from an extremely immature man-child.” Trixie explained, not letting go of his hand. Grandpa looked more confused than ever, so you stepped in to explain the rest.-----------“So…” Grandpa said as he leaned back in his lawn chair, taking a sip of his iced Grizka shake. “Is this a permanent thing?”“That’s up to her.” you said, pointing at Trixie who was closely observing a butterfly as it flapped its wings. “We just got some new upgrades for her, and we might try swapping out a few parts later.”You took a long sip of your own glass of frosty beverage. It wasn’t often that he got to bust out the alien drinks without getting a complaint from Olivia, or any other member of the family for that matter.“Hm. She looks good. Whoever made her knew what they were doing.” Grandpa said, glancing over her body now that he got a chance to sit down. Noticing that he’d been staring for too long, he loudly cleared his throat and got up from his seat. “Speaking of upgrades, you should get off your keister and help me install some for your RV.” he declared, before finishing his Grizka shake in one swig.“But...my Grizka shake…” you said, saddened by the thought of leaving it on the ground for the ants and flies to get into.“You’d better finish it fast, then.” he called out, his long strides already having carried him halfway to the garage.(Cont.)
Steeling yourself for the task, you emptied your own glass, taking massive gulps without coming up for air until it was all gone. However, this was not accomplished without the price of suffering an incredibly debilitating case of brain freeze. Once it subsided, you got to your feet and chased after your grandfather. Trixie followed, clearly more interested in what you were going to do in the garage.---------Over the next few minutes, Grandpa walked you through the basic functions and features of the RV, and how to access them. They were as listed:>Turbo Engine>Plumber Map>Thrusters>Grappling Cable>Electric Pulse Emitters>Flamethrowers>Gyro Blades>Laser Turrets>Plasma Cannon>Hidden Gun Compartment>Ejector Seats>Intergalactic Monitoring System>Ram>Rocket Launcher>Caltrops>AutopilotWow…“What’s wrong? Not good enough?” Phil asked, seemingly insecure for no reason at all. “We can make some changes if you want.”“No, it’s just...a lot.” you said, struggling to imagine how he managed to cram all that alien tech into the RV. “This is amazing!” you proclaimed.Brimming with pride once more, Phil nodded in satisfaction. “You’re damn right it is!” he said. “You planning on giving her a name?”You hadn’t thought about it, but it might be appropriate if you’re going to be using it for a while.“Why would you name an unintelligent vehicle?” Trixie asked.Grandpa shrugged. “It adds character. Didn’t you like it when Wade named you?”Trixie opened her mouth, as if to speak, but she simply closed it and returned her gaze to the RV, looking pensive now.What do you want to change about the RV?>Modify the Plasma cannon to fire an Endothermic Beam.>Replace the caltrops with magnetized mines.>Link the Electric Pulse Emitters to the Grappling Cable.>See if Trixie can reprogram the navigation system to be a bit more advanced.>Boost the communications systems in order to get access to alien TV channels.>Repaint it.(Which color? Which pattern?)>Nope, it’s perfect!>Write-in.Also, did you want to name it?>The Wakeman Wagon>The Rattletrap>The Tin Lizzie>The OV>Write-in.
>>5007353Changes>Boost the communications systems in order to get access to alien TV channels.>See if Trixie can reprogram the navigation system to be a bit more advanced.Name>The Rattletrap
>>5007353>See if Trixie can reprogram the navigation system to be a bit more advanced.>Small floating utility drone-repairs, cleaning, theft protection. Maybe give it touch taser just in case?>The RattletrapLessgoo
>>5007353>See if Trixie can reprogram the navigation system to be a bit more advanced.Boost the communications systems in order to get access to alien TV channels.>Small floating utility drone-repairs, cleaning, theft protection. Maybe give it touch taser just in case?>The Rattletrap
>>5007357>>5007367>>5008234Writing and combining...
“I think I’ll call it…’The Rattletrap’.” you said, feeling a swell of newfound pride in your vehicle.Grandpa mulled it over, before nodding approval. “I like it! ‘The Rattletrap’. An instant classic.” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close.“Hey Trixie, do you think you can reprogram the navigation system to be a bit more advanced?” you requested, causing her focus to shift away from the Rattletrap and towards you in an unnaturally fast swiveling motion.“I shall do my best.” she resolved, before entering the Rattletrap and making her way towards the dashboard. You can’t help but wonder what she’ll do to improve it, but you have faith in her ability to complete the task without issue.“What else did you have in mind?” Grandpa asked, leaning over to peek at your datapad.“I was thinking that we could boost the communications system and install some utility repair drones. Maybe reroute the power from the Electric Pulse Emitters to shock anyone that isn’t allowed to enter?” you suggested.“Making those drones by hand might take a while.” Grandpa said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.“Not when you’ve got one of these.” you said, reaching down for your belt. And with only a thought, your body emitted a flash of violet light, before transforming into Brainstorm!“So long as you provide the parts, I should be able to do the rest.” you said with a confident grin. Although, that seemed redundant since Brainstorm’s teeth were always exposed.-----------It took a few hours, but with the help of several alien transformations, you were able to successfully install the upgrades that you requested. As expected, creating and programming the drones took the longest. Boosting the signal and rerouting the power from the pulse emitters seemed like child’s play for Grandpa. He was most likely used to tuning up advanced vehicles, considering how the Rust Bucket was custom built.Wiping the sweat from his brow, Grandpa took a step back to marvel at the beauty that was the Rattletrap. Well...it wasn’t exactly the prettiest car you’ve ever seen by any stretch of the word, but that didn’t matter. You knew what was under the hood, and that was a reliable vehicle that could take a hit, return the favor and get you and your family where you needed to go.“Were RV’s always this cool!?” you asked, feeling as if the mere sight of the freshly waxed Rattletrap would take your breath away. For some reason, this RV was awakening a primal reaction, buried deep within your subconscious. You weren’t nearly this excited when you had gotten your first car.“Yes.” Grandpa confidently replied. “Yes they were. You just weren’t mature enough to appreciate it back then.”(Cont.)
“Wade,” Trixie called, peeking her head out of the Rattletrap’s door. “I have completed my task.”“Oh sweet!” you exclaimed, before hopping into the car with Phil following immediately behind.When you’d gotten inside, the drones were already switching into cleaning mode and taking up corners of the room to vacuum, dust and polish whatever they could find.But by the time that you reached the driver’s seat, you were astonished to find that the dashboard almost looked entirely different from when you had least seen it. The rustic metal was now replaced by a shiny chrome that had been meant to recede into the dashboard, hidden from anyone that wasn’t specifically looking for it.On the hidden control panel was a series of buttons, switches and dials that controlled the multitude of systems installed within the Rattletrap. And in the middle of it all, was a singular round display with a white line running across the screen’s grid.“Hullo!” said an androgynous, yet excited, childlike voice from the control panel. You noticed that the thin white line became warped as it spoke. “What can I do for you?”You just stood there, frozen. Grandpa let out a shrill whistle, clearly impressed by the work that Trixie did in such a short amount of time.“Is it to your liking?” Trixie asked with her hands folded in front of her.“It is! Great work.” you said with a wide grin. Trixie gave you a small smile in return.“So are we naming this one too?” Grandpa asked.You shrugged. “Trixie made them, so she might as well name it.”Trixie gave the control panel a thoughtful look, before coming to a conclusion.“Polaris.” she declared. “It’s name will be ‘Polaris’.”“Like the North Star, huh?” Grandpa said, nodding approval. “I like it. Sounds all fancy and majestic.”“Polaris,” Trixie said, turning to face the control panel. “I am sending you a registry of individuals who are to be protected at all costs. Both these men are included on that list, as well as descriptions for the others.”“Roger Dodger!” Polaris said in confirmation, causing Trixie to tilt her head in confusion.“Polaris? What was that?” she asked.“I’ve been monitoring Extranet channels to get a firm grasp on the core languages of the galaxy, along with their dialects and nuances. Apparently, ‘Roger Dodger’ is an acceptable substitute for ‘Affirmative’!” it explained.Trixie’s eyes went wide, clearly surprised by its advanced learning capabilities. “How curious…” she muttered to herself.“That is one smart GPS.” Grandpa said, squinting at the control panel.(Cont.)
>”How’d you manage to program Polaris in such a short amount of time?”>”I guess there’s nothing wrong with a kid learning from television. But we’ll probably have to set up a parental block at some point.”>”This is so cool! It’s kinda like Knight Rider, but with an RV!”>”Should we be worried? This little einstein has full access to our weapons systems.”>”They grow up so fast. You should be proud, Trixie.”>Have a casual conversation with Polaris in order to get to know them better.>Write-in.
>>5008448>>”How’d you manage to program Polaris in such a short amount of time?”>”I guess there’s nothing wrong with a kid learning from television. But we’ll probably have to set up a parental block at some point.”>Have a casual conversation with Polaris in order to get to know them better.
>>5008448>”How’d you manage to program Polaris in such a short amount of time?”>"When i said 'A bit more advanced' i didn't have in mind another AI of your caliber, but I'm not going to complain.>Have a casual conversation with Polaris in order to get to know them better.
>>5008448>”I guess there’s nothing wrong with a kid learning from television. But we’ll probably have to set up a parental block at some point.”>Have a casual conversation with Polaris in order to get to know them better.
>>5008447New AI Fren!>”How’d you manage to program Polaris in such a short amount of time?”>”I guess there’s nothing wrong with a kid learning from television. But we’ll probably have to set up a parental block at some point.”>Have a casual conversation with Polaris in order to get to know them better.
“When I said ‘A bit more advanced’, I didn’t mean for you to make another AI of your caliber. But hey, who am I to complain.” you shrugged. “How’d you even manage to program Polaris in such a short amount of time?”“It was quite simple, really.” Trixie said. “I used a sample of my base code, and-”Suddenly, she froze up and her eyes went wide.She stepped over to the console, reached under her shirt and pulled a long red cable out from a port near her hip. “Excuse me one moment” she said as she plugged the cable into a port near the base of the control panel.Polaris giggled. “Hey! That tickles.”After about a minute of watching her vigorously typing commands into the console, you finally popped the question.“What’s wrong?” you said.“The sample of my code that I used to program Polaris as a base...it’s the same code that Elena used in her virus.” Trixie said, her expression becoming hard.“Wait wait wait. Elena? As in, Validus?” Grandpa said in disbelief. “Why would you keep a virus that she made to destroy you?”“It’s done more good than bad at this point.” you said. Without that virus, you would have never been able to use your Viral Forms, and those have saved your life a ton of times already.“The code must contain some small portion of her personality matrix, which is causing Polaris to learn at a rapid rate.” Trixie concluded.“So...you’re saying that we now have a digital copy of Elena’s brain?” you asked.“An incredibly fragmented and infantilized version of her personality. But, yes, that appears to be the case.” Trixie replied without looking up from the console.Grandpa was about to speak, but he was cut off by the Rattletrap’s television turning on by itself. But from the way that Polaris was giggling, you had a feeling that she was the one behind it.“I guess there’s nothing wrong with a kid learning from television. Although, we’ll probably have to set up a parental block at some point.” you said, muttering to yourself.“Are we sure that this is safe? Aren’t your girlfriend and her kids gonna be staying here?” Grandpa said.Is it safe for your friends and family to stay inside an RV that’s micromanaged by the alternate future version of a villain who hates your guts? Probably not. But you want to get to know Polaris before you make any decisions.Approaching the control panel, you stand beside Trixie and give Polaris’ display screen an appraising look.“Hey buddy, how’s it going?” you said.“Hullo!” Polaris exclaimed brightly, giving you a warm and fuzzy feeling deep down. “You’re Wade, aren’t you?”“That’s right.” you nod. “It’s nice to meet you.”(Cont.)
“Likewise! Lemme know if I can do anything to help.” Polaris beamed.What do you say?>”How much do you know about me?”>”Have you met Trixie before?”>”You know, I have the full DVD box set of that cartoon you’re watching. I can bring it for you if you want.”>”Explain your role as a navigator to me. I’d like to know what you can do.”>”How’re you settling in here? Do you need anything tweaked or adjusted?”>Write-in.
>>5008781>>”How much do you know about me?”>”How’re you settling in here? Do you need anything tweaked or adjusted?”>”You know, I have the full DVD box set of that cartoon you’re watching. I can bring it for you if you want.”
>>5008781>”How much do you know about me?”>”Explain your role as a navigator to me. I’d like to know what you can do.”>”How’re you settling in here? Do you need anything tweaked or adjusted?”>”You know, I have the full DVD box set of that cartoon you’re watching. I can bring it for you if you want.”
“How much do you know about me?” you asked.“Only about as much as Trixie allowed me to see in your profile. Like how you possess the Omnitrix, a device that lets you transform into a bunch of cool looking aliens. There’s also a bunch of mushy stuff mixed in there. Trixie must like you a whole lot to-” Polaris said, before they were cut off by an audible beep. “Oops! Looks like all the mushy stuff just got redacted. I’m not allowed to talk about it anymore. Sorry!” Polaris continued, sounding more amused than repentant.“I’m certain that it was nothing that needed to be brought to their attention.” Trixie said, looking slightly irritated. “Proceed.”It sounds like she doesn’t hold any grudges against you or Trixie. Either that or she’s a good liar.“Explain your role as a navigator to me. I’d like to know what you’re capable of.” you said.“My job is to get you where you need to go. My GPS can be calibrated to formulate a 3D map using satellite images from orbiting automated Plumber stations. If there isn’t anyone available to take the wheel, I can take full control of the auto-piloting system, as well as the weapon targeting software. And lastly, I maintain a constant uplink with the utility drones and this vessel’s communications system.” Polaris explained.So in summary, she effectively controls the Rattletrap when you or anyone else isn’t around to press any buttons. That could come in handy.“How’re you settling in here? Do you need anything tweaked or adjusted?” you asked.“Nope! I like it here.” Polaris exclaimed. “This ‘Rattletrap’--as you call it--is surprisingly complex, but comfy at the same time. If I find any glaring issues, I’ll be sure to contact Trixie.”“Won’t you get bored just sitting here and cleaning the whole time?” Grandpa asked.“Not at all. I’ll need to map out as many routes as I can through satellite imaging and meteorological readings.” Polaris replied.“You’re one hard working kid.” Grandpa laughed, seemingly having gotten over his initial skepticism.“I wouldn’t be a very good navigator if I couldn’t map out routes beforehand!” Polaris said in a cheerful tone.You and Grandpa were starting to like Polaris more and more. But Trixie, on the other hand, looked more disturbed than anything. Something about Polaris’ rapidly developing personality matrix and the way that it affected her intelligence was clearly bothering her. Was she suspicious of the cute little voice in your dashboard, or simply jealous over how quickly she’d grown in such a short amount of time.(Cont.)
You felt Trixie wince, something else that you’ve never seen from her, and you instantly remembered that the two of you shared a telepathic link. You wondered if she could feel you mentally kicking yourself for allowing her to perceive your negative thoughts so clearly.Desperately wanting to find another subject to latch onto, your eyes drifted towards the TV that Polaris had popped out from a panel in the ceiling.“You know,” you began, regaining your composure. “I have the full DVD box set of that cartoon you’re watching. I can bring it for you if you want.” you offered.Polaris was silent for a moment, which you initially took as shocked silence. But when Trixie glanced at Polaris, you felt a nearly imperceptible exchange of knowledge. Trixy was likely filling in the gaps in Polaris’ understanding. Like a teacher having a 24/7 hands-on tutoring service.“Would I!” Polaris beamed. “You’re even nicer than Trixie said you were. She mentions it a lot in your profile.”You looked at Trixie, whose eyes were darting between you and Polaris, her irises glowing bright red.“Oops! I probably wasn’t supposed to share that…” Polaris said, sounding genuinely remorseful.----------While Trixie lectured Polaris, you and Grandpa stepped outside to discuss the situation.“So,” he began. “What do you think?”“I don’t know.” you sighed. “If she’s lying, then she’s doing a really good job of it. I can’t see any of Elena’s twisted personality in that little bundle of joy.”“Still, keep your eyes peeled for anything unusual.” Grandpa advised.You nodded and leaned back against the Rattletrap, running the conversation through your head again.“I wonder if I should tell K8-E.” you thought aloud. “I don’t want her to worry, but I don’t want to lie to her either.”“Speaking of family,” Grandpa said. “Who’re you taking on this little family road trip? You’re headed for the mansion once you finally manage to sell the house and move your stuff out, right?” he asked.You smirked at him. “You say that like it’ll take any longer than 5 minutes for us to do all that. K8-E’s already planning on selling the house to her sister once she gets married.”Grandpa nodded. “That’s good. Just be sure to say goodbye to your parents before you leave. Your Mom would have my head if you left without letting her squeeze the life out of you one last time.” he laughed.“I’m not going away forever. We still plan to come back and visit.”(Cont.)
“Being able to see your kids whenever you want, and having them move halfway across the world are two very different things.” Grandpa reminded you. “Parents will always worry, even when you’ve turned 40 and started losing your hair.” he said, pointing to his scalp with an impish grin. An ironic statement, considering how your grandfather still managed to sport a magnificent mane at his advanced age.You scoffed. “I was created in a test tube by a team of geniuses to be a genetically modified super weapon. I think they would’ve accounted for hair loss.”You both shared a laugh, but you also couldn’t get Grandpa’s question out of your head. The Rattletrap can comfortably fit up to 10 people. Considering how you, Trixie, K8-E, and the kids will be riding along, you’ve got about 4 spaces left. Olumar and Slate don’t count, since they can be miniaturized at the drop of a hat.Who do you plan on inviting?(Choose up to 4)>Grandpa Phil>Olivia>Kevin>Wendy>Iden>Ester>Charmcaster>Red>Charmy>Gwen 10>The Lenopan Kids(Count as 2, since they can be squished together)>Mom and Dad(Count as pair)>Write-in.Character profiles:https://pastebin.com/v8StiS3nSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1I desperately need to update the character profile pastebin.