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>Present Day; Several weeks after Aku's defeat
>Downtown Bellwood

You kneel atop a sturdy, stone gargoyle, perched high above the city, allowing you to get a good view of those down below.

The streets of Bellwood are bursting with activity and excitement, like they always have been ever since these new heroes, villains and vigilantes arrived.

But tonight, their excitement is most likely due to the giant, ominous blue starfish in the sky that slowly descends upon them.

Their shrill screams flood the air, as the starfish begins to release millions of miniaturized versions of itself, set to attack the citizens cowering before this unthinkable monstrosity. And to make matters even worse, the smaller starfish are firing lasers from their eyes.

As the city burns and the lives of its citizens are put in jeopardy yet again, they all look up to you and shout "Save us!".

But you look down and whisper…

[Wade]: Yeah, I know. Hold on a minute…

You fiddle with a device on your wrist as you try to drown out the screams of those down below. It may seem a bit cruel, but you have a feeling that this is all just one big light-show. That starfish looks way too much like Starro, and you aren't buying this whole "Alien Invasion" thing for a minute.

[Wade]: You done tracing that signal, Trixy?

And there’s also the fact that Trixy isn't registering any of these guys as organic lifeforms.

[Trixy]: Just finished. Would you like me to deactivate it?

A piercing shriek rings throughout the air, followed by the bright flash of a plume of fire created by a large explosion. It reaches halfway up the building before dissipating into a puff of smoke.

[Wade]: Yes, please.

At the push of a button, the giant starfish disappears, and the smaller starfish are revealed to be high-tech drones of some sort.

[Wade]: This is some crazy cloaking tech. I’ve never seen anything like it.

[Trixy]: Let us hope we never will from this point on.

Though you've managed to disable the drones, the damage that they've done is very real. Even with the help of the Supers, reconstruction is gonna take a while.

You'd help with the cleanup, but you've got bigger fish to fry than computer generated starfish. And if your hunch is right, he should be making his appearance any time now.

Just then, the digital billboards that decorate the downtown area start to go haywire, before going dark completely.

The streets are filled with tension and anxiety as the citizens of Bellwood stare up the blank billboards. For a while, the only thing you can hear are mutterings and murmurs from the overly stressed victims of this unwarranted attack.

(Cont.)

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Suddenly, the image of a man wearing an oddly-shaped red mask appears on each and every digital billboard, eliciting a gasp from any nearby onlookers. The mask that he wears completely covers his face and has a reflective surface, almost as if it were acting as a two-way mirror.

To accompany the creepy mask, he wore black gloves, a flowing black cape and white spandex. He truly gave off the vibe of a terrifying villain. Most people know him as “The Red Pill”, but you know him as Cooper Daniels.

[Wade]: Right on queue…

[Red Pill]: Citizens of Bellwood, I hope that little...demonstration was enough to grab your attention.

His built-in voice synthesizer made him sound much more menacing than he really was. And the bright red neon lights in his recording studio made his presentation all the more thematic.

[Red Pill]: Tonight, I will free you from the chains of oppression...by exposing the villainous militarist sect known as “Time-out”.

This statement stirs the crowd and incites even more murmuring amongst them.

Time-out is a military group that’s been cracking down on Supers in the United States. They’ve been giving you nothing but trouble over the past few weeks. Even more so than Providence and Evo-Corp.

Even if his claims are true. and no matter how much you want to see those guys get taken down a peg, you can't just let him leak government secrets like that. It wouldn't be very heroic...

[Red Pill]: But before I do so, I must dispose of a certain pest…

Just then, an army of drones flank you from all sides, with their weapons aimed and ready to fire.

[Wade]: Oh yeah...I almost forgot Coop was a technopath…

And a really powerful one at that! One time you caught him trying to steal from the Plumber database, while still on Earth. He nearly crashed entire space station without moving a muscle.

[Trixy]: I’ve managed to locate the area that The Red Pill is broadcasting from.

[Wade]: Great. Now we just have to get out of here alive so I can clobber him.

A swarm of drones emerges from the city and flies towards the building in an attempt to join the others. You could really use some backup right now.

...Do you have any backup tonight?

>Olivia. She’s always been a great crime-fighting partner.
>Birdie. She’s nuts, but her skill is undeniable.
>The Cowl. He’s like a sophisticated Batman. He’s even got a PHD!
>Wilderbee. He’s a smug asshole, but he’s useful in a fight.
>Cowboy Knight. He owes you a favor.
>Goose. She was nearby...
>You're going solo tonight.

And if so, what will you do?

>Transform into an alien. (Which one)

Quicklist:
>Big Chill
>Diamondhead
>Zipmunk
>Bloodrush
>XLR8
>Fourcast
>Thriller Whale
>Knuckle Duster
>Hack N’ Slash
>Snapdragon

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

>>3914334
Back up-
>Birdie. She’s nuts, but her skill is undeniable. (She’s the one that thinks she’s an angel, right? Might be good to have angelic power on our side, even if it’s just imaginary)

Transform-
Zipmunk

>>3914334
>The Cowl. He’s like a sophisticated Batman. He’s even got a PHD!
I'm really want to meet these heroes
>Zipmunk
Seems like the best choice to deal with robots

>>3914334
>>The Cowl. He’s like a sophisticated Batman. He’s even got a PHD!
>Olivia. She’s always been a great crime-fighting partner.
>Shinobloom

>>3914371
Yup. Here's the rundown.

>Birdie: A skilled archer and hand-to-hand combatant that believes she's an angel of justice.

>The Cowl: A sophisticated, crime-fighting vigilante and martial artist. Probably one of the best street level heroes that you know.

>Wilderbee: Basically the Booster Gold of this timeline.

>Cowboy Knight: You've met this guy a while back. He's a Gun-toting Forever King.

>Goose: 4th wall breaker and secret agent. Wacky antics are inevitable.

>>3914371
>>3914383
>>3914393
Taking Zipmunk and The Cowl. Writing...

Before the drones can fire, you notice a dark shape descending from the sky and landing on one of them. A man wearing a black, red and white owl-themed costume brandishes several gadgets and tosses a handful of them in all directions.

From bombs, to acid grenades, to frost pellets, each and every projectile erupts with a different effect, disrupting the drone’s formation and throwing them into disarray.

The man lands next to you and takes up a defensive posture as he raises his fists.

[The Cowl]: It would appear that your hunch was correct.

[Wade]: Yeah, I was getting a bit nervous there for a minute.

You quickly open up your belt’s face-plate, browse through your roster and select Zipmunk, before slapping your hand down on the Omnitrix’s core.

In a flash of purple light, your body transforms into that of Zipmunk!

[The Cowl]: I’ve done some research on this “Red Pill” character, and he has quite the record.

You turn your body into a wicked bolt of living energy, and fling yourself towards the swarm of drones. The massive amount of energy that you’re generating causes them to overload and explode.

[The Cowl]: Multiple cases of theft, breaches of cyber-security, and several actions that could easily be considered as threats to national security. Rather than a Time-out facility, it’s a wonder that he hasn’t been placed in Guantanamo Bay by now.

A drone approaches The Cowl from behind, but he destroys the camera with a birdarang, grabs it and forces it to use its guns on the other drones.

[Wade]: Yup. Red Pill can’t really be held by high tech prisons, which makes him a bit of a special case.

You easily dodge the gunfire from The Cowl’s hijacked drone and continue on your rampage.

[The Cowl]: What about containing him in a low-tech facility?

He tosses the damaged drone in your direction, so you flood it with energy, and kick it towards the others, creating a massive explosion that creates a large hole in their formation.

[Wade]: Tried it. He usually escapes with the help of nanobots.

The two of you regroup in the middle of the drone swarm to catch your breath. There’s way too many of these things!

[The Cowl]: Then how do you propose we stop him?

[Wade]: We’ll play it by ear, for now. I’ll come up with something.

The Cowl abandons his defensive posture, places a hand to his chin, and tilts his head at an unnatural angle.

[The Cowl]: What if we used a feedback loop of some sort?

[Wade]: How would that even work?

[The Cowl]: Not on The Red Pill. On the drones.

He points upwards, and you feel as if you understand what he’s insinuating.

[Wade]: Oh! Now I get it!

You propel yourself upwards, gather up all of the energy that you’ve amassed so far, and release it as a powerful electromagnetic pulse.

By matching the signal that Trixy traced earlier, you’re able to shut off every drone within a five mile radius.

As the Omnitrix times out, you witness the drones fall to the ground and deactivate.

[The Cowl]: Excellent work!

(Cont.)

The Cowl pats you on the back as you return to your human form.

[The Cowl]: Now we need to locate the drone controller. But how…?

Before he can deliberate any further, you point towards a single drone that you’ve reprogrammed to return to the source of the signal.

[Wade]: If we follow that drone, it should lead us right to The Red Pill.

The Cowl seems impressed by your quick thinking.

[The Cowl]: When did you even have the time to-?

[Wade]: We can worry about that later. For now, let’s follow that drone.

Both of you jump off of the roof and dive towards the city’s streets. The wind whips away at your mask, and causes the plates of your armor to creak. You have no idea how The Cowl’s body can withstand this pressure without any sort of protection.

Before you can hit the ground, you activate your suit’s thrusters to slow your descent, while The Cowl opens up his cape to glide through the air like a bird.

You summon your motorcycle, and command it to come to your location before your feet can touch the ground. And once you deactivate your thrusters, you land on your motorcycle’s seat and rev up the engine, before racing down the streets to chase after the drone that you reprogrammed.

The Cowl’s shadow passes over your head, and you notice that he manages to stay ahead of you, even without a vehicle. He seems to be an expert at traversing this concrete jungle.

[Wade]: Man...enhanced humans are terrifying.

——————————

The two of you chase the drone for about 10 minutes, before you follow it back to a large warehouse in the downtown area. You dismount your vehicle and approach the abandoned establishment alongside your partner.

[The Cowl]: Wouldn’t it be easier for villains to pick a less conspicuous hideout? Such as an office building or an apartment building?

[Wade]: You’ve seen the way this guy dresses. He wants to be seen.

You creep over to the warehouse’s entrance and carefully peek inside, but you can’t seem to-

[Pyth0n]: Gotcha!

Suddenly, a full grown woman pounces on you from above, and restricts your movements with the use of her powerful limbs. The way she coils around you is almost like that of a snake. There’s no mistaking it...this is “Pyth0n”!

She’s an olympic gymnast, a brilliant programmer and a devious hacker!

[Pyth0n]: Sneaky little rats get eaten, you know.

She whispers into your ear in a somewhat playful and seductive manner.

The Cowl attempts to help you, but his plan of action is quickly interrupted by a stray web-string from his flank.

A muscular man in a spider-themed luchador outfit and a slender woman in a butterfly outfit stand opposite of you, while posing menacingly. It’s the Terrorantula and La Mariposa! These terrible twins have been arrested for aggravated assault and armed robbery on many occasions.

How will you get out of this one?

(Cont.)

>Offer Pyth0n a job. Her skills would be put to better use if they were made to serve you and the Plumbers.
>Vent the built up heat from your suit and use it to burn Pyth0n.
>Launch your gantlet at Pyth0n and activate your built-in taser.
>Bait the twins into snagging Pyth0n with their webs.
>Use the Omnitrix’s voice command function to transform into an alien.(Which one?)
>Write-in.

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

Quicklist:
>Big Chill
>Diamondhead
>Zipmunk
>Bloodrush
>XLR8
>Fourcast
>Thriller Whale
>Knuckle Duster
>Hack N’ Slash
>Snapdragon

>>3914719
>>Offer Pyth0n a job. Her skills would be put to better use if they were made to serve you and the Plumbers after a psychological check.
>Shinobloom.

>>3914719
>Use the Omnitrix’s voice command function to transform into an alien.(Shinobloom)

>>3914719
>>Bait the twins into snagging Pyth0n with their webs.

>>3914719
>>Offer Pyth0n a job. Her skills would be put to better use if they were made to serve you and the Plumbers.

>>3914766
>>3914997
>>3915294
Taking these three. Writing...

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Pyth0n is a bit stronger than you expected her to be. She might be some sort of enhanced human like The Cowl. You’re...slowly losing consciousness...gotta act fast…

[Wade]: Hey Python...you looking for a new job?

She gives you a bewildered expression, and so does everyone else around you.

[Pyth0n]: What?!

[Wade]: We could use somebody like you on our side. It’s got good pay...health benefits...401k…

Your vision is getting blurry.

[Wade]: And we can clear your criminal record for you...after 6 months of employment…

[La Mariposa]: Python! You can’t really be-!

[Pyth0n]: Shut up! I’m thinking…

You begin to lose strength in your legs, but Trixy helps you overriding your suit’s motor controls.

The twins attempt to rush you while Pyth0n thinks, but The Cowl keeps them at bay with a flurry of birdarangs and bombs.

[Terrorantula]: Move it!

[The Cowl]: Can’t you see that she's making a very important decision on her career path? Show some respect, you animals.

The Terrorantula lunges at The Cowl, but he parries the attack by performing a judo throw and tossing him into the ground, face-first. He attempts to follow it up with another punch, but his momentum is stopped by La Mariposa when she snags his fist with her webs.

She laughs maniacally, but The Cowl quickly pulls out a taser, fires the prongs into her flesh, and allows it to deliver a powerful electric shock. The current passes through the webs, but doesn’t have the same effect on the caped crusader due to his insulated gloves.

———

Finally, Pyth0n’s grip loosens, and she lets you breathe for a moment.

[Pyth0n]: Okay, I think I’ll take you up on that offer. But I swear, if you try to screw me-!

You extend your hand to her and quickly brandish an electronic business card of some sort.

[Wade]: Don’t call us...we’ll call you…

Pyth0n cautiously snatches the card from your hand and flees the scene. At least she’s smart enough to know that she shouldn’t be here when the authorities arrive. You really hope she decides to take you up on your offer.

Once you’ve recovered, you turn to the two goons who’ve been keeping your partner busy.

[Wade]: Now, where were we?

You open up your Omnitrix’s faceplate, select Shinobloom and slam your hand down onto the Omnitrix’s core. In a flash of violet light, your body undergoes an extraordinary change!

Sturdy roots grow underneath your skin, and your body is torn apart as it unravels into a bundle of thorns and plant fibers.

However, it quickly reconstructs itself, turning you into Shinobloom!

>Wrap the twins in thorny vines, and reel them in to tangle them within your body.
>Toss a few shurikens tipped with paralytic powder.
>Dig your roots into the ground and command them to pull the villains underground.
>Tell The Cowl to step aside so you litter the area with plant bombs.
>Trap them within a plant prison and scatter a few cactus caltrops to keep them busy.
>Write-in.

>>3915397
>>Toss a few shurikens tipped with paralytic powder.

>>3915397
>Dig your roots into the ground and command them to pull the villains underground.

>>3915397
>>Wrap the twins in thorny vines, and reel them in to tangle them within your body.

Changin mine>>3916167
to
>>3916061

>>3916061
>>3916918
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>3916991

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>3916991

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>3916991

>>3917002
>>3917050
>>3917126
Writing...

>82

You stretch your arms out towards the two silk-spinning crooks, and wrap them up in your thorny embrace. The Cowl steps aside as you reel them in and open up your chest, revealing a gaping maw filled with tangled brambles and barbed vines.

The two of them attempt to crawl away from you, grasping at just about anything they can get their hands on, but their inhuman grip strength fails to save them in this dire time.

With one last desperate scream, you pull the two of them into your body, and bind their limbs as to prevent them from escaping.

You made sure to avoid having the thorns cut into their skin, but you have nothing against making them feel as uncomfortable as possible until the authorities arrive.

Once they’re tied up, you reassemble your body and run towards the warehouse with The Cowl.

[Cowl]: I’m surprised. I expected more opposition.

[Wade]: Now there's something you're never supposed to say in this line of work.

You flatten your body, slide through the crack in the door, and remove the latches and locks from the inside, allowing your partner to enter along with you.

Once inside, you notice that the warehouse is just...a normal abandoned warehouse?

[Cowl]: This can’t be right. There must be a secret entrance somewhere.

While the Cowl searches for clues, you walk to the center of the room, close your eyes and relax your body. The petals on your hands start to spin like pinwheels, as they sense the slightest change in wind pressure and air circulation.

Suddenly, you feel a slight breeze from the corner of the room. It doesn’t taste stagnant or filthy. It’s clearly been filtered through artificial means.

[Wade]: Over there. I think there’s a secret passageway.

The Cowl inspects the area that you pointed at, by using tools from his belt. After feeling around for a minute, he finds a crack in the floor.

[Cowl]: Ah, you’ve got a keen eye.

He brandishes a collapsible crowbar, jams it inside the crack in the floor, and pries it open with his incredible strength.

You approach the opened hatch to see a deep tunnel, lined with metal plates. It’s something you’d normally see on a space station or a starship, rather than an abandoned warehouse on Earth.

[Cowl]: Down we go.

He leaps down the tunnel without hesitation, and you follow close behind him.

You honestly find The Cowl very easy to work with. Mostly because he doesn’t question your methods or your identity.

(Cont.)

——————

Once you reach the bottom of the tunnel, you slow your descent by spinning your petals as if they were propellers. The first thing you see is a massive reactor core in the back of the facility, along with dozens of robot workers and drones.

You notice some of the bulkier robots have already been alerted to your presence. Their sensors must have picked up on The Cowl’s biological signature.

As they charge their plasma cannons and point them in your direction, you and your partner dart to the side to narrowly avoid being shot.

[Cowl]: Astounding! This Red Pill must have a great deal of free time on his hands.

[Wade]: Oh, you have no idea...

Cooper never really did enjoy going outside...or socializing for that matter.

What do you do?

>Break your body apart, infiltrate the robot’s bodies and take tear them apart from the inside.
>Turn your hand into a high-powered rifle, and shoot explosive seeds at the robots.
>Become a whirlwind of razor sharp leaves and knife-like thorns!
>Grab every projectile you can from The Cowl’s belt and toss them all at once!
>Change into a different alien. (Which one?)
>Write-in.

Quicklist:
>Big Chill
>Diamondhead
>Zipmunk
>Bloodrush
>XLR8
>Fourcast
>Thriller Whale
>Knuckle Duster
>Hack N’ Slash
>Snapdragon

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

>>3917246
>>Break your body apart, infiltrate the robot’s bodies and take tear them apart from the inside.

>>3917246
>>Become a whirlwind of razor sharp leaves and knife-like thorns!

>>3917246
>Turn your hand into a high-powered rifle, and shoot explosive seeds at the robots.

Willing to combine with >>3917249
on my post of>>3917268
If it'll get the thread moving.

>>3917249
>>3917782
That'll work. Roll 1d100+10, bo3!

Rolled 52 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3917818

Rolled 47 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3917818

Rolled 93 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3917818
Time to Bloom!

>>3917825
>>3917854
>>3918020
Writing...

>103!

You unravel your body, allowing the plasma projectiles to pass through the gaps.

You then twirl your vines around at incredible speeds, creating a razor sharp propeller with the majority of your body, while your head rest on top of it.

Upon spinning the blades, you propel yourself into the air and fly directly towards the killer robots.

And without much effort on your part, your lead blade carves through their metal armor and internal circuitry. The Cowl provides backup by flanking the remainder of the robot forces, but you feel as if you can take them on all by yourself!

Amidst the carnage, a fairly large spider robot descends from the ceiling in an attempt to eliminate you.

However, your inhuman reflexes allow you to catch the robot in mid-air, and quickly disassemble it before it can touch the ground. You find that your flimsy hands and fingers are surprisingly nimble and swift.

-------

Once you’ve carved up every robot in the room, you notice that The Cowl has disappeared.

[The Cowl]: X! Over here.

You rotate your head to find that The Cowl has discovered another hidden entrance. He’s pretty good at that stuff. Guess they don’t call him “The world’s best bird-based detective” for nothing. But now that you think of it, there’s an odd amount of bird-themed heroes running around these days. You remember The Cowl saying something about an entire bird-themed team of superheroes a while back, but he was pretty vague when he mentioned it.

You reassemble your body to enter the hidden passageway, but the room is suddenly flooded with an army of robot reinforcements!

[Wade]: He’s got more free time than we thought!

[The Cowl]: Indeed…

The Cowl steps in front of you in an attempt to separate you from the threat that approaches you.

[The Cowl]: You go and get the Pill. I’ll hold them off.

[Wade]: But…

[The Cowl]: You only have about a minute and a half left on that thing, right?

[Wade]: How did you-?

[The Cowl]: I’ve been keeping track of time. And depending on how much energy you expend, your transformation time is reduced even further.

[Trixy]: He is...correct.

He noticed all of that?! Even you’re not able to precisely calculate your transformation times.

What do you do?

>Use what little remaining time you have left to fight the robot reinforcements with The Cowl.
>Volunteer to stay behind while The Cowl apprehends The Red Pill.
>Go ahead and try to apprehend Cooper before you time out.
>Time out early, exit your suit, and allow Trixy to fight alongside The Cowl.
>Write-in.

>>3918189
>>Go ahead and try to apprehend Cooper before you time out.
>"Make sure to prioritize your safety more than anything."

>>3918189
>Go ahead and try to apprehend Cooper before you time out.

>>3918189
>>Go ahead and try to apprehend Cooper before you time out.

>>3918236
>>3918582
>>3918745
Writing...

Since you don’t have time to stay and argue, you decide to go with his plan and apprehend Cooper.

[Wade]: Stay safe.

You sprint through the hidden passageway without looking back, praying that your friend heeds your advice.

As you head deeper into the underground base, the lights change from bright white, to a deep shade of red, similar to that of Cooper’s mask.

But what really throws you off is the lack of security in this area. It’s almost as if he was inviting you in.

Nevertheless, you will remain vigilant.

---------

With about 45 seconds left on the clock, you arrive at a room that looks similar to the one you saw on his public broadcast.

The room is comprised of segmented squares, with red bulbs installed in each one. That fusion reactor that you saw earlier must be powering them.

You see a chair, along with a wall mounted monitor, but you don’t see-

Wait...you sense something behind you!

You turn to see that two bullets have been fired in your direction. And with your lightning fast reflexes, you coil your vines around the small projectiles in order to halt their momentum.

Cooper fires a few more shots, but you effortlessly catch those as well.

[Cooper]: You shouldn’t have come here!

Before he can fire again, you extend both of your arms and snatch his pistols away from him, leaving him defenseless.

>”Forgetting to take your meds, Cooper?”
>”Oh man! Are these real bullets? Now that’s old school. Even the petty crooks are using plasma pistols these days.”
>”You kinda forced my hand after that huge light show. If it wasn’t me coming after you, it might’ve been someone that was willing to put you in the ground.”
>”Can’t you just do something less diabolical to make a living? Like stealing from bad guys or one-percenters?”
>”Just give yourself up, Cooper. If the authorities can’t get to you directly, then they’ll go after your family instead.”
>"You're messing with the wrong people here, Coop. Time-Out agents aren't like the Plumbers."
>Don’t say anything. Just focus on detaining him while you still have time.
>Write-in.

>>3918797
>>”You kinda forced my hand after that huge light show. If it wasn’t me coming after you, it might’ve been someone that was willing to put you in the ground.”
>”Can’t you just do something less diabolical to make a living? Like stealing from bad guys or one-percenters?”

>>3918797
>”You kinda forced my hand after that huge light show. If it wasn’t me coming after you, it might’ve been someone that was willing to put you in the ground.”
>"You're messing with the wrong people here, Coop. Time-Out agents aren't like the Plumbers."

>>3918830
>>3918926
Taking these to move things along a bit. Writing...

[Wade]: You kinda forced my hand after that huge light show. If it wasn’t me coming after you, then it would’ve been someone that was willing to put you in the ground.

Cooper has a hearty chuckle at your serious remark.

[Cooper]: That’s because they know I speak the truth. Others would wish to silence me, for fear that I would expose their sins, laying them bare for all to see.

Ugh! You hate when he gets like this! You can’t believe that you used to hang out with him when you were little.

[Wade]: You’re messing with the wrong people here, Coop. Time-Out agents aren’t like the Plumbers.

[Cooper]: I don’t care, Wade. It’s my responsibility to make sure the good guys are doing their jobs correctly, including you.

During one of your run-ins with “The Red Pill” he manipulated your armor in order to forcefully remove your mask. And with one look at your exposed face, he ran an instant ID check, and that was the end of your secret identity.

...Or so you thought. Surprisingly, Cooper had no interest in exposing or extorting you. During his many arrests, he’d never tried to take advantage of the knowledge he had gained on that fateful day.

Sometimes, you just have no idea what this guy is thinking.

[Wade]: Can’t you just do something less diabolical to make a living? Like stealing from bad guys or one-percenters?

You try to make a joke, but he doesn’t appear amused in the slightest.

[Cooper]: It’s not about making money. It’s about making a point.

There’s a long silence between the two of you, but it’s broken by the time-out notification of your Omnitrix.

[Wade]: I’m sorry.

You extend your arms towards Cooper and wrap them around his muscular frame in order to bind him in place.

[Cooper]: Don’t be, old friend. We’re all just playing our roles...and fighting for what we believe in. It’s all we can do…

Suddenly, Cooper’s body unravels into a mess of wires and complex mechanical parts. It’s a decoy!

You look around in order to locate the real Cooper, and you notice that the room around you is starting to expand and shift. Various pillars comprised of similar segmented shapes rise out of the ground and merge with the ceiling, as the walls, floor and ceiling expand exponentially.

And right as your Omnitrix times out in a bright, yellow flash, you find that you’re surrounded by a small army of mechanical clones. Each one is identical to Cooper.

[Cooper]: I’ve been preparing for this day for a very long time…

A voice projects itself from a loudspeaker that you’re unable to see.

[Cooper]: ...And I’m not about to let you ruin it.

(Cont.)

Just then, the robots march towards you in an imposing manner. You attempt to activate your wrist blasters, but your suit doesn’t appear to be responding to any of your commands.

[Trixy]: Wade...Outside...Interference detectedffzzt-

This must be Cooper’s doing. But you can’t say that you didn’t see this coming.

[Wade]: Kill the suit.

Trixy cuts the power to the suit, causing the armored plates to detach from your body and fall onto the floor. And right as they touch the floor, Iden’s failsafe automatically activates, causing the plates to melt from the miniaturized acid capsules installed in each one.

You’ll have to wait a little while for the belt to generate new armor plates. But for now, it looks like you’ll be using your last resort.

You reach down to a glowing sword icon on your belt and draw a pattern with your finger, causing it to respond with a resounding chirp. And in a bright, white flash, your sword materializes into your hand!

[Wade]: Thank God for the "Matter Storage Function"!

You ready your blade and try to remember the training you put yourself through in order to master the Water Stance.

>Raging Cyclone: Stand in the middle of the room, wait patiently and allow the enemy to throw themselves upon your blade during their assault.
>Rushing Rapid: Dive into the middle of enemy forces and wreak havoc with a series of consecutive strikes.
>Crashing Wave: Focus on making your movements seamless and efficient, and at the last moment, strike with all of your might in order to fell your enemies.
>Veiled Trench: Drop a smoke bomb and pick off the robots one-by-one amidst the confusion.
>Formless technique(Write-in.)

>>3920209
>>Crashing Wave: Focus on making your movements seamless and efficient, and at the last moment, strike with all of your might in order to fell your enemies.

>>3920209
>Rushing Rapid: Dive into the middle of enemy forces and wreak havoc with a series of consecutive strikes.

>>3920209
>Crashing Wave: Focus on making your movements seamless and efficient, and at the last moment, strike with all of your might in order to fell your enemies.

>>3920286
>>3922579
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>3922592

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>3922592

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>3922592

>>3922606
>>3922614
>>3922623
Back in the game! Writing...

>76

You feel a warm membrane overtaking your body, covering every inch of your flesh, and making you feel...safe.

You suspected that you’d have to ditch your suit, so you brought Iden’s pet parasite as a backup. He’s sort of like a symbiote, but he doesn’t make you crazy. Just a bit more tired than usual.

And the best part about this is it gives you the chance to revisit one of your retro costumes!

[Trixy]: Wade, focus.

The robots draw closer to you with their weapons drawn.

[Wade]: Right. Time to get serious.

One of the robots swings at you with a blade built into his arm, but you pull back at the last second in order to avoid it. From your opponent’s perspective, it would seem as if his weapon was passing right through your body. An effort as futile as striking at the ocean.

In the same motion that you used to pull away from his attack, you wind up a powerful swing, cleaving through the robot’s body in a single vertical slash. Wires and synthetic blood spill onto the floor, running through the cracks between the segmented squares in a white stream.

The other robots attempt to collapse on you with their sheer numbers, but you don’t panic. You can’t afford to. Just have to focus on keeping your breathing steady.

The next attack comes as a downward slash, and in order to avoid it, you must use yet another aspect of the Crashing Wave technique.

His heated blade glides along your back as you bring your sword low to the ground, causing the parasite to shiver and send a tingling sensation across the surface of your skin.

As the blade glides down and connects with the floor, you bring your sword back up, severing his torso diagonally as your blade exits from his left shoulder. If you’re unable to barely avoid an attack, then you must mold the motions of your own attack around your opponent’s. Just as water forms around a solid object.

The next attack is a diagonal slash, meant to target your head and chest. In order to avoid it, you dive towards your enemy, while slashing at his neck and severing his head.

This technique is centered around the concept of carefully reading your opponent’s movements and eliminating any of your own unnecessary movements. Every part of your body must flow seamlessly, like water. Including your sword. Doing so will allow you to attack and defend at the same time.

The rest of the robots decide to attack all at once, but you remain calm, as if you were the eye of a raging tempest. Their swings may appear to be close together, but when you pay close enough attention, you’re able to pick out the gaps between them. And that is where your body and blade will travel.

Just like the stream of synthetic blood that continues to travel along the cracks of the floor, your attacks will flow between the cracks of your enemy’s defenses.

You focus on one thing at a time, try not to make any mistakes, and follow through.

(Cont.)

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After a few minutes, you exhale sharply and sheathe your sword. Judging from the carnage, it would seem that you’ve managed to eliminate your opponents without taking a serious injury.

[Wade]: Now...where’s Cooper?

[Trixy]: I have detected a signal similar to the one that was commanding the drones we encountered before.

[Wade]: Then we follow that.

It could be a trap, but you can’t afford to let him do as he pleases. You don’t particularly have any strong allegiances to Time-Out, but you do know it’s not a good idea to piss them off. And if there’s anything Cooper’s definitely good at, it’s pissing people off!

You race through Cooper’s crimson maze, desperately tracking Trixy’s signal all the while.

Eventually, you catch a glimpse of his shiny red helmet as you ascend upon a spiral staircase.

He’s headed for the roof! There must be some sort of satellite up there that he’s trying to make use of. Or, he might just be making a break for it.

Once you reach the top, you attempt to follow him outside, but you’re forced to take cover upon receiving a couple of warning shots from Cooper.

[Wade]: You’ve got backup guns. It’s always good to be prepared.

Cooper starts cackling maniacally all of a sudden. That can’t be good…

[Cooper]: Oh, I have much more than that…

He stretches his arms wide, and a cluster of mechanical parts come flying from his warehouse to attach themselves to his body. After several seconds, he forms the cluster of mechanical parts into a powerful mechanized suit.

[Cooper]: Now, let’s end this!

God dammit, Cooper!

>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)
>Use a Water Style technique.(Raging Cyclone, Rushing Rapid, Crashing Wave, Veiled Trench, etc.)
>Create a new Water Style technique.(Write-in.)
>Attempt to learn a new sword style on the fly.
>Use a formless technique.(Write-in.)
>Use the parasite to cover the mech’s sensors and blind it for a bit.
>Write-in.

Quicklist:
>Big Chill
>Diamondhead
>Zipmunk
>Bloodrush
>XLR8
>Fourcast
>Thriller Whale
>Knuckle Duster
>Hack N’ Slash
>Snapdragon

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

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

>>3922748
>>Diamondhead

>>3922748
>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)
Spin Cycle
It's been too long since we last used him

>>3922748
>Transform into an alien.(Grey Matter)
Get inside his mech-suit, cause malfunctions, and attempt dismantling while he fixes it, sometimes punching or prodding him from random angles for comedic affect.

>>3925967
>>3922977
>>3922748
Ok I’ll admit Grey matter probably doesn’t have the stopping power needed here, so I’ll change to SpinCycle.

>>3926246
It could work if grey matter was a little more stronger. To bad we don't have Jury Rigg yet.

>>3922977
>>3926246
Writing...

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You open up your Omnitrix’s faceplate, browse through your list of aliens, before finally settling on Spin Cycle. You haven’t used him in a while, and you feel as if you should give him some love.

After making the selection, you slam your hand down onto the Omnitrix’s core, causing your body to be enveloped in a bright flash of violet light.

In an instant, your bones restructure themselves, your muscle mass greatly increases, and your brain enlarges to accommodate for the eyeballs that grow all over your body.

>You’ve become Spin Cycle!

[Cooper]: According to your fan site, that alien is one of your weaker ones. You’d better not be underestimating me.

[Wade]: All of my aliens are good if you know how to use ‘em!

Cooper fires a salvo of missiles in your direction as your unusually wide grin grows even wider.

>Grab your sword, and become a bladed whirlwind of death!
>Tear off huge chunks of Cooper’s mech as you spin around him in a circle.
>Knock him around by bumping into him in order to make him disoriented.
>Grab his leg, spin him around and toss him off of the roof. That thing doesn’t look like it was built to fly.
>Grab the missiles out of the air and toss them back at him during your spinning motion.
>Barrel through the mech’s chest by using your body as a living drill, and pull Cooper from it’s chest.
>Write-in.

>>3926905
>Barrel through the mech’s chest by using your body as a living drill, and pull Cooper from it’s chest.

>>3926905
>>Barrel through the mech’s chest by using your body as a living drill, and pull Cooper from it’s chest.

>>3926905
>>Barrel through the mech’s chest by using your body as a living drill, and pull Cooper from it’s chest.

>>3926975
>>3927011
>>3927045
Roll 1d100+10, bo3!

Rolled 41 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3927051

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>3927051

Rolled 82 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3927051
Drill time!

>>3927145
>>3927224
>>3927233
Noice! Writing...

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>92

You begin spinning at incredible speeds, allowing your bladed arms to knock a few missiles away.

You dodge the remainder of the salvo by dashing around the rooftop with great vigor and dexterity. And once you see an opening, you build up as much momentum as you possibly can, jump towards Cooper's mech and cross your arms above your head, turning your body into a giant drill!

Once your bladed arms make contact with the mech's armor, you shred through the reinforced metal with ease!

Cooper struggles to escape from your clutches, but your grab him by the face and pull him out of his pilot's seat.

[Wade]: Cozy in here.

You toss him into the cold hard floor and hop out of the disabled mech.

[Wade]: Ready to give up yet?

Cooper clambers to his feet and takes a defiant stance, but before you can utter another one-liner, one of your many eyes picks up a glint in the distance. Is that...?

OH SHIT!

[Wade]: Get down!

You tackle Cooper to the ground, just in time for a plasma bolt to fly over his head and graze his crimson mask.

Despite having his favorite headpiece badly singed and having the entirety of Spin Cycle's weight on his chest, Cooper seems more perturbed by the attempt that was made on his life. And you can't blame him!

If you had been using any other alien, you don't know if you would've been able to catch that in time.

Just then, the rooftop is swarmed by heavily armed men, wearing black and yellow riot gear. They begin to surround you as several helicopters descend from above and shine searchlights onto you and Cooper.

It would appear that the Time-Out agents have arrived, along with their Xenophobic meathead of a leader, Lieutenant Steel.

The blonde, G.I. Joe slowly approaches you with a sentry gun pointed at your face. And you have a strong feeling that it isn't filled with punch rounds(Non-lethal ammunition).

[Steel]: Well well well. What do we have here? A freak helping out another freak. Now don't ya'll look cute together.

You look past the smug soldier to see The Cowl camping on a nearby rooftop, ready to assist you.

How do you want to play this?

>Grab Cooper and run!
>Team up with Cooper and The Cowl to take down these agents.
>"You won't do anything to us. Not while Cooper's live streaming this whole thing to the internet." Wink at Cooper with one of your eyes.
>"Are you crazy?! You just shot at him without asking questions or attempting to detain him!"
>"If you do anything to him, then you’ll have to answer to the Plumbers and Providence.”
>Write-in.

>>3927326
>>"You won't do anything to us. Not while Cooper's live streaming this whole thing to the internet." Wink at Cooper with one of your eyes.
I love to bullshit my way out of things

>>3927326
>>"You won't do anything to us. Not while Cooper's live streaming this whole thing to the internet." Wink at Cooper with one of your eyes.
>"You do know that the fact you shot first without issuing any warning is completely against Police code."
>"If you do anything to him, then you’ll have to answer to the Plumbers and Providence.”
>>3927459
Bullshit backed by facts is amazing>>3927326
>>"You won't do anything to us. Not while Cooper's live streaming this whole thing to the internet." Wink at Cooper with one of your eyes.
>"You do know that the fact you shot first without issuing any warning is completely against Police code."
>"If you do anything to him, then you’ll have to answer to the Plumbers and Providence.”
>>3927459
Bullshit backed by facts is amazing

>>3927520
indeed it is!

>>3927459
>>3927520
Writing...

[Wade]: You won;t do anything to us. Not while “The Red Pill” is live streaming this to the internet.

Steel appears befuddled, and so does Cooper. But he seems to catch on once you wink at him with one of your many eyes.

[Cooper]: T-that’s right! The entire world is watching you right now!

You can hear murmuring amongst the Time-Out agents.

[Wade]: Then I guess it would be a shame if they knew that Steel and his boys shot at you without issuing any warning. That’d be against the Police code, you know?

A bead of sweat rolls off of Steel’s forehead as he considers the implications of your completely accurate accusations.

[Wade]: And let’s not forget to mention that you’d be directly opposing The Plumbers and Providence.

[Cooper]: And I think I spot a representative of the Hero Association over there. You’d be opposing him too.

Cooper points at The Cowl, who crawls out of hiding and waves at Steel.

Steel grinds his teeth together while his index finger caresses the trigger of his rifle. But before he has the chance to do something stupid, he raises his hand to call off his men.

[Steel]: We’re pulling out! Show’s over, boys.

He totally stole that line from you.

The helicopters that had previously surrounded you are now whisking the Time-Out agents into the sky and towards their facility across the bay. But before Steel leaves, he looks back at you and gives you one last snarling grunt.

The three of you remain motionless for a few minutes as you watch their helicopters disappear into the night sky.

[Cowl]: Well, that was...eventful.

The Cowl helps both of you to your feet, before hand-cuffing Cooper with a pair of bird-themed restraints. As your old friend grunts in discomfort, The Cowl looks over to examine your new suit.

[Cowl]: ...When did you have time to change?

[Wade]: Nevermind that. Let’s just get out of here before-

You suddenly freeze up and stop talking as a sudden realization dawns upon you. The Cowl cocks his head to the side at an awkward angle as he stares on in confusion.

[Cowl]: What’s the matter?

[Wade]: I forgot that I was supposed to make dinner tonight!

K8-E’s gonna kill you and hide the body in under a minute!

[Cowl]: If you need to leave, then I would be happy to process The Red Pill and conduct the interrogation.

You consider his offer for a moment, and you feel him place his gloved hand on your shoulder.

[Cowl]: You’ve done enough tonight.

>”Thanks! You’re the best, partner!”
>”...Nah, I think I’ll just call ahead and apologize. It wouldn't sit well with me to take off in the middle of this case.”
>”I promise I’ll pay you back. I can cover one of your patrols or something.”
>”What if I made dinner and raced back for the interrogation? I promise I’ll be back super quick!”
>"If you want to place him in lockup for the night, then we can both tackle the interrogation in the morning."
>Write-in.

>>3929569
>>”I promise I’ll pay you back. I can cover one of your patrols or something.”

>>3929569
>>”I promise I’ll pay you back. I can cover one of your patrols or something.”

>>3929569
>>”I promise I’ll pay you back. I can cover one of your patrols or something.”

quick question, is there any reason we didn't roll this time? I'm not complaining or anything, just curious.

>>3929587
>>3929623
>>3929773
Tbh, I would've made you guys roll, but I feel like rolling too often slows up the process a bit sometimes. We had a good amount of situations that called for rolls, so I felt like I could let this one slide. Given that Cooper would've just died had you not been using an alien that was suited to intercepting the attack, I thought it would've been okay to just let that one go.

Writing...

[Wade]: I promise I’ll pay you back. I can cover one of your patrols or something.

You race down the streets whilst spinning rapidly, as The Cowl watches you round a corner and disappear.

[Cowl]: Or something, yes.

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Once you get close to home, you time out in an alleyway, unequip your suit and race home with some ingredients you bought in Undertown real quick.

You fiddle with your key to unlock the front door, bracing yourself for the stern lecture that you’re about to endure. But surprisingly, K8-E and her kids are already making dinner with smiles on their faces. And once they notice you, they race over and start running circles around you.

[ML-E, N-8, & E-N]: Wade’s here!

[Wade]: Guys, what’d I say about running in the house? I just bought these floorboards.

K8-E giggles and produces a sharp whistle, alerting the kids to her presence once more. The young Kinecelerans immediately stop running and salute her as if she were a high ranking military official, before running back to their rooms, leaving you and K8-E alone in the living room.

[Wade]: Thanks, I uh-

Your lover quickly runs up to you and places a claw to your lips.

[K8-E]: Shhh…it’s alright. I’m not mad.

[Wade]: ...You’re not?

[K8-E]: No, of course not. I saw you on the news, so I figured you’d be a bit tied up.

Oh, right.

[Wade]: So you got the kids to help? How’d you get them to focus on a single thing for more than 5 minutes?

[K8-E]: How does any other parent get their children to work hard? Through sheer discipline…

K8-E proudly puffs her chest out, but you remain skeptical.

[K8-E]: ...And a bit of bribery.

She chuckles mischievously and you can’t help but laugh with her.

[Wade]: I guess our cultures aren’t so different after all.

You plant a kiss on her soft, black lips and stroke her dark blue cheeks. But your tender moment is interrupted by Slate jumping on your leg.

You’re really glad that you filed his nails down recently. After what he did to your couch, you and others try to pay close attention to his grooming.

[K8-E]: But I can’t take all of the credit. Our nanny has been absolutely wonderful with the kids.

You look over to see your favorite blue genie in a bottle, Olumar! She’s a bit taller than you at the moment, but just as smug as she was when you had first met her.

[Olumar]: I know. Under my direction, those little terrors you call children have been cleaning this house spotless in under 5 minutes…but they usually mess it all up again in under a minute. It’s a work in progress.

>”Let me know if you ever feel like stretching your legs a bit. I could always use some backup out in the field.”
>”Well their wheels aren’t marking up the floor and they haven’t broken anything in a few days, so I’d consider this a success.”
>”You’re free to join us for dinner if you want. Do you...eat anything?”
>”If you can teach me how to put them to sleep, then I’ll take you on a shopping spree in Undertown."
>Write-in.

>>3929940
>”Well their wheels aren’t marking up the floor and they haven’t broken anything in a few days, so I’d consider this a success.”

>>3929940
>>”Well their wheels aren’t marking up the floor and they haven’t broken anything in a few days, so I’d consider this a success.”
>”If you can teach me how to put them to sleep, then I’ll take you on a shopping spree in Undertown."
>”You’re free to join us for dinner if you want. Do you...eat anything?”

>>3929940
>”Well their wheels aren’t marking up the floor and they haven’t broken anything in a few days, so I’d consider this a success.”
>”You’re free to join us for dinner if you want. Do you...eat anything?”

[Wade]: Well, their wheels aren’t marking up the floor anymore, so I’d consider this a success.

Olumar performs a small bow and begins to retreat into her lamp.

[Wade]: You’re welcome to join us for dinner, you know. Do you...eat anything?

She stops right before her head dissolves into mist, and shoots a slightly annoyed glance in your direction.

[Olumar]: How rude! Of course I eat.

She places a hand on her chin and turns her eyes towards the ceiling.

[Olumar]: But...goodness, it’s been so long since I’ve eaten anything, that I might’ve forgotten how to do it.

You and K8-E smile at one another with sympathetic expressions, as the two of your grab her lamp and bring it over to the dining table.

[K8-E]: Do not worry.

[Wade]: We’ll walk you through it.

After placing Olumar’s lamp onto an empty chair, you call the kids and place the food that they’d prepared beforehand.

Like usual, the kids finish eating much faster than you do, and run off to play in their rooms. But K8-E likes to slow down and wait for you. She enjoys the time it gives you to talk.

You tell her about the adventure you had earlier tonight, as well as the physical check-up you had with Azmuth. Turns out, getting pushed through that time portal allowed you to start aging at a normal rate once more. And Verdona even agreed to give you more time before your "18th birthday".

You have no idea how this happened, and neither does Azmuth, but you’re just grateful that your body is back to normal.

Well...as normal as it’s gonna get, anyways.

Once you’ve finished eating dinner, clearing the table and washing the dishes, the two of you head straight to bed. After all, there’s nothing better than cuddling your alien girlfriend after a long, hard day of punching bad guys!

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

At some point during the night, your belt beeps rapidly and aggressively vibrates against your spine, causing you a great deal of discomfort.

[Trixy]: Wade, wake up.

You groan and pull yourself out of bed without disturbing K8-E’s sleep.

[Wade]: ...Trixy? What time is it?

[Trixy]: It is currently 3:35 A.M.

You swear, this better not be another crime alert. These punks are gonna make you break your “No-Kill” policy.

[Wade]: Of course it is.

Without being asked to, you rise from your bed, walk over the capsule that you use to store the parasite, and release it from its prison.

The fleshy creature crawls along your bare skin, before merging with your body and forming the outer layer of your costume.

[Wade]: So, where am I going?

[Trixy]: It is not a crime alert, Wade.

After a bit of stretching and a glass of cold water, you check the app that the Hero Association provided to you, but you don't see anything out of the ordinary.

Trixy’s right. It’s unusually quiet tonight.

[Wade]: Then what is it?

[Trixy]: My sensors picked up an eminent temporal distortion nearby.

[Wade]: Oof. That doesn’t sound good. How close is it?

[Trixy]: It is in your backyard.

[Wade]: ....What?

(Cont.)

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You sneak out the back door to see a temporal rift forming in your backyard. And seeing as it’s late and you’re still half asleep, you pull up a chair and wait until the rift is finished forming.

You sure do feel bad for the sorry bastard that’s about to pop out of that portal.

[Trixy]: Lifeform detected emerging from the rift. It is...human?

Just then, the portal tears itself open and you watch carefully as a young, red-headed girl emerges from it. She wears a blue shirt with a cat print, white pants and...an Omnitrix on her wrist?! The color is almost the same as your own.

Although yours is Purple and hers is Magenta, but still! It's uncanny!

She narrows her eyes and scans the area, but it doesn’t take long for her to notice you sitting in front of her. Your strange appearance seems to slightly unsettle her.

[Gwen]: Uh...hi. I’m looking for a guy with a watch that looks just like this one.

She enthusiastically points to her wrist, but you remain silent out of shock.

[Gwen]: Maybe you’ve seen him...around…?

Her eyes finally rest on your shiny belt, and a look of confusion spreads across her face. She's probably wondering why you're wearing a watch around your waist.

[Gwen]: How did you-?

She vigorously shakes her head from side to side.

[Gwen]: Nevermind that! I need you to come with me.

She motions you towards the portal with a sense of urgency. Whatever this is about, it must be important. Or at least it better be for her to interrupt your sleep.

>”...Okay, I'll bite.” Enter the portal with the strange girl.
>”Can I at least get an explanation before I jump into another portal? Paradox always gives me these long-winded ones.”
>”Are you...from another dimension? If so, how'd you get your watch?”
>”Is it at all possible for you to come get me in the morning? I kinda had a rough night.”
>”Is this gonna be a whole thing? Because I just wanna know before I commit to anything.”
>Write-in.

>>3930348
>>”Can I at least get an explanation before I jump into another portal? Paradox always gives me these long-winded ones.”

>>3930348
>>”Can I at least get an explanation before I jump into another portal? Paradox always gives me these long-winded ones.”
>”...Okay, I'll bite.” Enter the portal with the strange girl.
>”Are you...from another dimension? If so, how'd you get your watch?”

>>3930348
>>”Is this gonna be a whole thing? Because I just wanna know before I commit to anything.”
"especially something that's gonna keep me away from home and the kids."
Muttering under breath\
"And sleep."

>>3930348
>”First, to answer your question of how, I asked nicely, and the why is because it looks cool!”
>”Can I at least get an explanation before I jump into another portal? Paradox always gives me these long-winded ones.”
> “How’d you get your watch?”

>>3930421
>>3930485
>>3930524
>>3930546
Writing...

>>3930882
Ooww! If she got her watch from a meteor crash, too, can we fist bump her and declare us “Meteor Buddies”?

[Wade]: Can I at least get an explanation before I jump into another portal? Paradox always gives me these long-winded ones.

Her eyes widen at the mention of Paradox’s name.

[Gwen]: So you know him too, huh? He recommended that I recruit you for a team that me and a few other people were putting together.

You finally get up from your chair and walk a bit closer to the young girl.

[Wade]: Team? What kind of team?

[Gwen]: A team of people like you: Omnitrix wielders.

She raises her hand up to her face in order to display the watch.

[Wade]: So you’re like...from another dimension or something? How’d you get your watch?

She shrugs her shoulders in a nonchalant manner.

[Gwen]: Same way everyone else gets it. It falls out of the sky and nearly kills you in the process.

Ain't that the truth.

[Gwen]: How’d you get yours? And, why is it on your waist?

[Wade]: Same way you did. Except a crazy Anodite threw it at me.

A confused expression spreads across her face for a moment.

[Gwen]: A what?

[Wade]: You’ll figure it out eventually. And to answer your previous question, I made it a belt because it looks cooler that way.

She rolls her eyes as she pretends to be more mature than you.

[Gwen]: How’d you even move it?

[Wade]: By asking nicely.

[Trixy]: Indeed.

Gwen jumps backwards in surprise upon hearing Trixy’s voice.

[Gwen]: And...it talks. That’s a new one.

You should really get this conversation back on track.

[Wade]: So tell me more about this team of yours.

[Gwen]: Huh? Oh, right!

She clears her throat and composes herself once more.

[Gwen]: We’re putting together a team of competent individuals from across the Multiverse in order to combat the threats that plague its countless. Your heroic actions have been closely monitored and your skills have been deemed useful to the Council of 10. Further instruction will be provided once you arrive at the designated location.

So someone’s been watching you? That feels a bit creepy, but also cool at the same time!

Her speech sounds really rehearsed, but genuine nonetheless. It wouldn’t hurt just to check out this “Council of 10”.

[Wade]: Is this gonna be a whole thing? Just wanna know before I commit to anything. Especially something that might take me away from my family…

Gwen carefully considers your words for a moment.

[Wade]: And interrupt my sleep…

You mutter under your breath, but she doesn’t seem to notice.

[Gwen]: This won’t take too long, I promise.

She doesn’t seem like a bad person, but neither did Zennith.

[Wade]: ...Okay, I’ll bite. Take me to your leader.

She turns around, pulls her fist back and whispers “Yes!”, before turning around again and clearing her throat.

[Gwen]: Shall we?

(Cont.)

You enter the portal with her, and a strange thought crosses your sleep deprived mind.

[Wade]: Hey, since we both got hit by meteors, does that make us “meteor buddies”?

She gives you a strange look and returns her gaze towards the portal.

[Gwen]: Oh boy. You really do need sleep.

You raise your fist and hold it there for a moment.

[Wade]: Meteor buddies!

She rolls her eyes and leaves you hanging as the two of you continue walking through the portal.

...Oliie wouldn’t leave me hanging.

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Once you exit the portal, you enter a massive throne room filled with people that all look the same! Even Gwen has the same face as them!

[Wade]: Is this a clone convention?!

[Gwen]: No, you dweeb. These are all Ben’s that we’ve gathered from the Multiverse. Aren’t you one?

Oh god...are you the only non-Ben here?

[Wade]: Uhh…

Before she can grill you anymore, she’s suddenly summoned by someone that appears to be an older “Ben”.

[Gwen]: I’m sorry, I’ll be right back.

Once she leaves, you’re left alone with a group of identical people that are giving you funny looks. Are they that jealous of your costume?

Maybe you should talk to someone to kill time.

>A white-haired Ben wearing a lab-coat and a scowl. It looks like he’s being ostracized amongst his peers.
>Charmcaster wearing an Omnitrix?! She’s even wearing the same clothes that all these other Ben’s are wearing.
>A shy looking blonde kid in the corner of the room. Something about him looks awfully familiar.
>Max Tennyson wearing an Omnitrix?
>Write-in.

>>3931023
>A shy looking blonde kid in the corner of the room. Something about him looks awfully familiar.
If it is who i think it is, this will be fun

>>3931023
>>Charmcaster wearing an Omnitrix?! She’s even wearing the same clothes that all these other Ben’s are wearing.
or
>A white-haired Ben wearing a lab-coat and a scowl. It looks like he’s being ostracized amongst his peers.

>>3931023
>>Write-in.
Look for a place that has coffee, we need some wake juice.

>>3931023
>wonder if we entered, a “dogfight” or a “dinner for shmucks” situation.
> get coffee!

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You notice a couple of black sheep amongst the horde of look-alikes, but you just can’t muster up the energy to throw yourself into a conversation right now. First things first, you’re getting yourself some coffee.

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After a few minutes of wandering aimlessly through the facility, you manage to find a lounge of some sort. Inside, there’s a large fridge, a holographic television, a huge couch that could easily fit about 20 people on it at once, and a coffee maker!

You shuffle past some of the other teens that are occupying the lounge, but you can’t help but notice the weird looks that you’ve been getting since you got here. You even catch a couple of them whispering about you. But you decide to ignore them and focus on pouring this cup of freshly brewed Joe.

You mentally command the symbiote to open your mask’s mouthpiece, allowing you to take a nice long sip of your coffee. As the warm “wake-up juice” permeates your body, you feel a jolt of energy coursing through your veins! This is that good shit! Your mind and body is now ready for whatever nonsense the Multiverse wants to throw at you. At least temporarily…

You notice that the manipulation of your sentient costume has drawn even more attention than before. What is it with these people?!

But before you can blow up at these rude multiversal clones, a hand presses down hard on your shoulder, followed by the warm smile of the middle-aged man that the hand belongs to. He sort of looks like Kirby, if he regularly exercised and groomed himself a bit better.

[Ben 10k]: Don’t worry about them. They’re just jealous of the suit.

He says that last part loud enough for the entire room to hear. However, the majority of them agree with his statement.

You knew the were jealous!

[Ben 10k]: I saw the message on the info board, and I just want you to know you can come to me if you ever need anything. I know what it’s like being the new kid.

He casually takes a sip of his coffee, causing his “Dad vibes” to exude from his every word and gesture.

[Wade]: Info board? I don’t understand.

[Ben 10k]: Oh...you don’t know?

He grows silent as he fishes around in his pocket, before brandishing a small Holo-gen.

The tiny, disk-like device displays a holographic message board, containing notifications that get sent to every member of this “Council of 10”.

[Ben 10k]: As soon as Gwen went to go get you, we got a notification saying that you came from a doomed timeline.

What?! Everybody knows? Is that why you’ve been getting weird looks?

>”Isn’t that like a breach of multiversal privacy?”
>”What, are they scared of me or something? Just tell everyone that I won’t bite.”
>”Why should that matter? We’re all heroes here.”
>”Is it that rare for a timeline to be doomed?”
>”Since I was asked to be here, I thought that everyone else would be a bit more welcoming. And I still have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing on this team.”
>Write-in.

>>3931698
>“Doomed? Fuck that! Not if I can help it!”
>“So, what’s the deal here? Multiversal baddies? Or is this just an “ugly date” contest?”

>>3931698
Supporting >>3931707

>>3931698
>>”Is it that rare for a timeline to be doomed?”
>"From what I've heard of Paradox I'm pretty much the biggest hope for my Timeline being doomed."
>”Since I was asked to be here, I thought that everyone else would be a bit more welcoming. And I still have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing on this team.”

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[Wade]: Doomed? Fuck that! Not if I can help it!

You take a swig of your liquid courage as your sense of diplomacy and tact fly out the window.

[Ben 10k]: Oh, I’m sure you can handle yourself just fine.

You brush off his reassuring gesture and continue to grill him for info.

[Wade]: So, what’s the deal here? Multiversal baddies? Or is this just an “ugly date” contest? Like something out of Dogfight or Dinner for Schmucks.

Ben’s eyes widen for a moment, before he and everyone else in the room break into a laughing fit.

[Ben 10k]: Oh man, nobody told me that you’d be this funny...

He wipes a tear from his eye and swishes the coffee around in his cup. It would seem that you’ve brightened up the room a bit with your outburst.

[Ben 10k]: We didn’t bring you here to judge or humiliate you. We’re all here to protect each other.

[Wade]: From what?

[Ben 10k]: We don’t know yet. Millions of multiversal Ben’s have been disappearing left and right, lately. So Paradox thought it’d be a good idea to create a buddy system.

[Wade]: Buddy system? You mean we’re not here to fight Multiversal bad guys?

[Ben 10k]: Well, yes and no. If someone in your group gets in trouble, then you have to visit their dimension to provide backup.

Oh? That actually sounds kinda cool!

[Ben 10k]: And whenever we find out who’s been taking out our guys, we can converge on them with the full might of the Council of 10!

He strikes a heroic pose and spills a bit of his coffee on the floor.

[Wade]: Sounds simple enough. Thanks for explaining.

Just then, Ben 10k’s Holo-gen beeps rapidly, and soon after, so does everyone else’s.

[Ben 10k]: Looks like the meeting’s about to start. See you inside.

You follow the identical heroes towards the meeting place, and a concerning thought begins to weigh on your mind.

These guys weren’t afraid of you, and they weren’t making fun of you. They were just afraid of being paired in a group with you. After all, who would want to be held responsible for the fate of a doomed timeline?

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Once you make it the the main atrium, you’re absolutely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of Bens that are present. You catch a glimpse of Gwen waving at you from the main stage, so you wave back to her while trying to avoid contact with the people next to you.

Standing next to her is a younger Ben, somewhere around her age, wearing pretentious clothing and having a well groomed hairstyle. He reminds you of a young celebrity.

Next to him is an average looking Ben wearing a white and green hoodie. He doesn’t look very different from everyone else, but the confidence that exudes from his every action and gesture is somewhat impressive. And despite being a teenager, he’s being treated with the utmost respect by his peers.

And finally, Professor Paradox enters the stage from a temporal rift, signaling the start of the meeting that you’d been gathered for.

(Cont.)

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[Paradox]: Ben’s, Gwen’s and the rest of you unorthodox heroes…

Ouch.

[Paradox]: I would like to welcome you to the first official meeting of the Council of 10.

The crowd erupts into a thunderous applause as they pat themselves on the back and cheer for their time traveling benefactor.

Paradox waits for them to settle down a bit before he continues.

[Paradox]: Now I know a few of you newer members are a bit confused, so I would like to explain what we are trying to do here.

Paradox spends the next few minutes explaining the concept of the buddy system, which Ben 10k kindly summarized for you a few minutes ago.

[Paradox]: Now, to announce the groups that will be paired together.

You can sense everyone holding their breath as they list the members of each group. The tension in the air is absolutely unwarranted. It’s not like your timeline is poisonous or something.

[Paradox]: And group 11’s members will be: Gwen Tennyson from Earth-11, Ben Tennyson from Earth 63, Clyde Fyfe from Earth-52...and Wade Wakeman from Earth-303!

Everyone breathes a sigh of relief once they hear that you’ve been assigned to another group. Their attitude is starting to piss you off a bit.

The rest of the meeting goes off without a hitch, until the Ben that’s wearing the white hoodie steps forward.

[Paradox]: And now, a closing statement from the one and only Ben Prime!

Paradox takes a step back as the crowd cheers for the one known as Ben Prime. Apparently, he comes from the Prime timeline that jump-started the entire Multiverse.

The teenage boy scans the crowd with his eyes, before loudly slurping a smoothie near the microphone.

[Ben Prime]: Hey guys, Ben Tennyson here. After spending most of the afternoon talking to different versions of myself, I realised that I like to talk about myself. Like...alot. Way more than I should!

His joke manages to ease the tension from before, even if it’s at his own expense.

[Ben Prime]: But this isn’t about me. Not at all. No, this is about you guys. You’ve all been doing an amazing job defending your respective Universes. And with this new buddy system, we’re gonna make sure that none of you guys get abandoned or forgotten amidst the chaos.

The crowd goes wild when they hear the riveting speech that their hero just gave. And to be honest, you’re kind of impressed yourself. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but he really seems...wait…

You strain your eyes to see a bunch of scribbles on the side of his smoothie cup. Did he just...write his entire speech on a smoothie cup?! And it looks like he did it recently too!

[Ben Prime]: Thank you guys. You’re too kind. Don't forget that you’re the real heroes here!

He takes a moment to bathe in the shower of praise, before being pulled off the stage by paradox and the others. And with that, the meeting is adjourned.

(Cont.)

Soon afterward, Gwen finds you and the other members of your group, providing you with devices that will allow you to traverse the Multivers and communicate with the rest of your group, via group chat.

Now that you’ve got a method of traveling to and from this hub, you can leave anytime you want. Or, you can stay and talk with the members of your group.

>Go home and sleep. Your wake-up juice is wearing off.
>Stay and chat with the members of your team. You should get to know them a bit better.
>Confront the white-haired Ben that’s been glaring at you from the corner of the room.
>Look for anyone that might look like you. You might not be the only Wade that was invited!
>Write-in.

>>3932595
>Stay and chat with the members of your team. You should get to know them a bit better.

>>3932595
>>Stay and chat with the members of your team. You should get to know them a bit better.
>Confront the white-haired Ben that’s been glaring at you from the corner of the room.

>>3932649
Supporting

>>3932595
>Stay and chat with the members of your team. You should get to know them a bit better.
>Confront the white-haired Ben that’s been glaring at you from the corner of the room.
I wanted to pick the option to search for other wade's too, but we can do that one another time

>>3932595
>Stay and chat with the members of your team. You should get to know them a bit better.
>Confront the white-haired Ben that’s been glaring at you from the corner of the room.

>>3932619
>>3932649
>>3932722
>>3932760
>>3932779
Writing...

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You decide that it wouldn’t hurt to stay around a bit and chat with your teammates. And you’ll definitely have to go meet the guy that’s been giving you stink eye for the past couple of minutes.

Using your Holo-gen, you locate the members of your group standing in the corner of the atrium. There, you spot Charmcaster, a blonde kid named Clyde and the young Gwen that recruited you.

[Wade]: Hey guys, how’s it going?

They turn their attention to you, with varying expressions on each of their faces.

Gwen is proudly puffing her chest out with a bright smile, while the others seem a little distracted.

[Gwen]: I’m surprised you stayed. Glad to have you on board.

Looks like she’s gonna be in charge of this team. That’s an awful lot of pressure to put on an 11 year old kid.

The tomboyish Charmcaster has a bored expression, while examining your suit and eating a candy bar.

Clyde on the other hand, is in absolute awe of the countless Ben’s that are currently occupying the atrium. He isn't paying you the slightest bit of attention.

[Clyde]: I can’t believe they personally asked for me! ME! This is the best day of my life!

Clyde is a tall, lanky blonde boy with buck teeth and rather casual clothing. But his Omnitrix seems rather strange. The shape and design are unlike anything you’ve ever seen. And why does it have a “5” on it. Does he only have five aliens?! That seems rather inconvenient.

[Charmcaster(?)]: Nice suit. Looks kinda tight, though.

The tomboyish girl clearly has superior taste. Though the way she’s eyeing you up is making you a bit uncomfortable.

[Wade]: I think the term you’re looking for is “form-fitting”.

You look around the room to find the Ben that’s supposed to be a part of your team, but you can’t seem to find one near you.

[Wade]: I thought we had a Ben on this team. Where’s he at?

Charmcaster unenthusiastically raises her hand.

[Charm/Ben]: Right here, buddy.

Wait...what?!

[Gwen]: In her universe, a witch called Charmcaster switched bodies with her, when she was still a 10 year old boy.

[Charm/Ben]: And it worked, until she died in a freak accident...in my body.

[Wade]: So...you’re stuck like that?

She shrugs her shoulders and tosses her candy bar wrapper.

[Charm/Ben]: Looks like it. Had the most awkward Summer vacation of my life back then.

Gwen suddenly umps in front of Charm/Ben while pointing at her face.

[Gwen]: She’s awesome with makeup, too! Taught me how to do mine.

Charm/Ben pushes Gwen’s head down and delivers a light noogie to her sensitive head.

[Charm/Ben]: Shhh. He doesn’t need to know that…!

>”So...are your aliens female, too?”
>”Going from age 10 to age 20 must have been pretty weird for you. What’d you do about school?”
>”How’d you break the news to your parents?”
>”I thought the Omnitrix only recognized people that shared Max’s DNA. How’d you manage to put it back on?”
>"Ever think about changing your name from Ben?"
>Write-in.

>>3932889
>>”I thought the Omnitrix only recognized people that shared Max’s DNA. How’d you manage to put it back on?”
>”How’d you break the news to your parents?”

>>3932889
>”I thought the Omnitrix only recognized people that shared Max’s DNA. How’d you manage to put it back on?”

>>3932889
>>”I thought the Omnitrix only recognized people that shared Max’s DNA. How’d you manage to put it back on?”

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[Wade]: I thought the Omnitrix only recognized people that shared Max’s DNA. How’d you manage to put it back on?

She scratches her head before placing her hands in her jacket pockets.

[Charm/Ben]: Oh, that? The old watch didn’t work for me anymore, so I gave it to Gwen after a while. And in exchange, she gave me her spell books so I could learn more about magic. But then she busted the watch after fighting Vilgax and Albedo, so Azmuth just made a new one for me. Crazy, right?

You feel like there’s a ton of details that she glazed over there. But it seems like she has a pretty decent relationship with her cousin. Alot of the guys here just can’t seem to get along with their family for some unknown reason.

[Wade]: So, about this buddy system. What do I do if you guys need help?

[Gwen]: The bracelet we provided will slingshot you into a neighboring dimension, effectively establishing a two-way connection between yours and theirs.

She shows you how to operate the device, which doesn’t take long at all. Once you say your goodbyes, you depart from the group while feeling very conflicted.

You thought being asked to join a team of multiversal superheroes would feel more epic and fulfilling. But instead, it just feels like you’re back at Summer Camp, separated from all your friends and family.

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Before you leave, you decide to approach the mysterious man with white hair. You really wanna find out what his deal is.

His eyes widen a bit as you approach him, and you see the corner of his lips curl into a small grin.

[Wade]: Hey, you’ve been glaring at me for a while now. Is there something you wanna say to me?

He removes himself from the pillar that he’d been leaning against and begins circling you like a shark.

[Albedo]: Yes. I’ve been watching you.

His tone is clipped and proper, and his accent is clearly different from the various Ben’s that you’ve encountered thus far.

[Wade]: Yes...I know. That’s why I came over here.

His eyes carefully scan your body, almost as if they were searching for something.

[Albedo]: No. Before then. I’ve seen your triumphs, your failures, and everything in between. One of the many benefits of having a Multi-dimensional observatory.

Kinda creepy, but okay.

[Albedo]: And I must say...you have quite the impressive track record, despite only owning the Omnitrix for a little over a year.

He takes a moment to scan the room before continuing.

[Albedo]: You’re courageous, physically capable, and quite intelligent. For a hairless ape, that is…

He's either very intelligent, or he thinks alot of himself.

[Wade]: Uhhh...thanks?

[Albedo]: Yes, you’re quite welcome. But, I’m not here to sing your praises. I’m here to make you an offer.

[Wade]: What kind of offer?

[Albedo]: An offer to lend your skills to a cause greater than this. I do not believe these people are prepared to fight what may be coming for them. This coalition is surely doomed to fail.

His gaze returns to those around him once more.

(Cont.)

[Wade]: So, what? You’re making your own team? Why not just fight with everyone else and use the resources their providing?

He sighs in disappointment.

[Albedo]: Very well then. Where is the war room in which we will devise our grand strategies? Where is the armory in which we will resupply when the enemy attempts to rival our firepower with their own? And where are the laboratories in which we will pool our resources and develop new technologies that will give us an edge in combat?

[Wade]: Maybe it’s still a work in progress.

A look of genuine disgust stretches across his face upon bearing witness to your positivity.

[Albedo]: Ugh. Don’t be so naive. What we need is a well-trained strike force, not a youth group...

[Wade]: With our combined strength, do you really think we’ll have a problem beating whoever’s been picking us off?

[Albedo]: Our enemy is smart. They won’t just throw themselves at us. We’re being tested...even now.

He gives an untrusting glare to everyone near him.

[Albedo]: So you and I must be smarter.

[Wade]: Why me?

[Albedo]: Because you’re different. I look around this room, and all I see are simpletons that were made from the same flawed mold. We do not need a room full of like-minded individuals.

He gets much closer to you, while pressing a finger into your chest.

[Albedo]: But, what we do need is a room full of brilliant minds with innovative ideas. A “Think Tank”, so to speak. What do you say?

>”...Are you coming onto me?”
>”I think I’ll need some more time to think about this.”
>”We’ll be much stronger if we all stick together. You were scouted because these guys knew they needed you.”
>”I’ll need to hear a little more about this before I agree to anything, but I’m definitely interested in ending this whole thing as soon as possible.”
>”Whoever these guys are, I’m sure they won’t be able to fight 4 of us at once. And we all have Omnitrices!”
>”Why don’t you go talk to someone about these complaints you have? I don’t see a reason why they wouldn’t listen to you just because your hair color is a little different.”
>"How much do you know about the enemy so far?"
>"Why don't you just join my team? That way we can work together without drawing suspicion."
>Write-in.

>>3933322
>”Why don’t you go talk to someone about these complaints you have? I don’t see a reason why they wouldn’t listen to you just because your hair color is a little different.”
>"If we can get a official strategy department going on within here we'll have this think tank going on and all the resources available right now

>>3933531
Was me mobile posting, just gonna add on to this by saying
>"Maybe we can have some dedicated non-combatant staff within this organization to fill out those departments you're thinking of. And when worse comes to worse maybe we could have some of the surplus Bens to go into their Galvan form for when we need to crunch for time. And this non-combative staff I'm talking about doesn't necessarily have to be a Ben.

>>3933322
>”Why don’t you go talk to someone about these complaints you have? I don’t see a reason why they wouldn’t listen to you just because your hair color is a little different.”
>"How much do you know about the enemy so far?"

>>3933322
Well, he does make a good argument. And it doesn't seems malicious so i think we can give him a shot.
>”Why don’t you go talk to someone about these complaints you have? I don’t see a reason why they wouldn’t listen to you just because your hair color is a little different.”
I mean, it's not like ben10k is the only adult here, so at least some will consider his point of view.
We can couch for the idea if the others are unwilling to trust Albedo due to his reputation

>>3933531
>>3933575
Also, I like the strategy room idea, so i will support

[Wade]: Why don't you go talk to someone about these complaints you have? I don't see a reason why they wouldn't listen to you just because your hair color is a little different.

He averts his gaze to the floor and exhales deeply.

[Albedo]: My reputation amongst this group is...less than ideal.

[Wade]: I don't see why. Sure, you're a bit abrasive and pretentious…

Man, your inhibitions have just flown out the airlock today.

[Wade]: But you seem like a decent guy. I'm sure that in some weird way, you care about the safety of everyone here.

His expression is one of confusion, but it doesn't seem to be directed at you. Your instincts tell you that he's confused by the possibility of you being correct. It's almost as if he'd been experiencing human emotions for the first time in his life.

[Wade]: Maybe we can get your war room up and running soon. Like some sort of strategy department. That way, you can get your "Think Tank" going, along with the resources that Paradox promised.

[Albedo]: I suppose that could be possible. But the department would need a competent staff to man the helm.

[Wade]: Maybe we can get some dedicated non-combatant staff to work in the department. That way, we wouldn't lose out on manpower in either fronts. And if we ever need some help in the labs, we can get some Ben's to change into their Galvan forms so that they can help out every now and again.

Albedo is clearly shocked by your eloquent and educated response.

[Wade]: And they don't even have to be Ben's. You can talk to them about recruiting more people like us.

[Albedo]: Like us?

[Wade]: Yeah...you know. "Different".

He places his hand to his chin and looks to the side for a moment.

[Albedo]: You make a valid argument. Perhaps my suspicions were unwarranted. Thank you for your valuable insight. What should I refer to you as?

[Wade]: Call me Wade.

You extend your hand towards him, and he firmly grasps it with his own. This might be the only time you've seen this guy smile genuinely.

[Albedo]: Albedo. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Perhaps you might have potential after all.

He lets go of your hand and walks past you, leaving you with a sense of confusion.

[Wade]: Potential for what?

He turns around to face you, with a devious grin spread across his face.

[Albedo]: The potential to become "Superior", of course.

He walks away from you while waving goodbye, but you aren't sure that you understand what he meant by that last part. Then again, your brain can barely keep up with casual conversations right now.

It's time to head home.

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You set the bracelet to slingshot you back to your native dimension, and allow Trixy to fully interface with the device for ease of access.

About an hour and a half has passed since you left with Gwen. Luckily you haven't woken up your neighbors or your kids, so you decide to creep back inside to get as much sleep as you possibly can.

(Cont.)

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You wake up sometime around 3pm. Looks like K8-E let you sleep in and took care of breakfast for the kids. You're gonna have to pay her back one of these days.

After getting dressed and leaving your room, you notice that your suit is about halfway reassembled. You're lucky that this thing can repair itself.

The exposed wiring and cracked, metal plates currently make it unusable. But your symbiote suit should be a fine substitute until it's finished.

Considering that The Cowl only comes out at night, you need something to keep yourself busy until then.

What do you want to do with your day?

>Visit Animo in rehab. He's been making real progress these days.
>Go on patrol. You might get into an awesome random encounter.
>Check on Cooper without The Cowl. You're curious about how that interrogation went.
>Visit Plumber HQ to check on Grandpa Phil and his Lenopan training session.
>Have lunch with Olivia, Kevin and your parents. You haven't seen them in a while.
>Write-in

>>3934562
>>Visit Animo in rehab. He's been making real progress these days.

>>3934562
>Have lunch with Olivia, Kevin and your parents. You haven't seen them in a while.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3934562
>Visit Animo in rehab. He's been making real progress these days.
>Have lunch with Olivia, Kevin and your parents. You haven't seen them in a while.
I can't decide between these two, so i will live it to the dice.
1. Animo
2. Olivia, Kevin and parents

>>3934718
Friends and family it is then!

>>3934573
>>3934718
Writing...

It’s been a while since you spent time with your friends and family. You should invite them all to lunch!

After sending out a mass invite, Olivia, Kevin and your parents quickly agree to meet you at a nice restaurant in Midtown. But it can’t be too fancy, or else Kevin will get extremely uncomfortable.

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You take your car down to Midtown, and to be honest, it feels like it’s been forever since you’ve actually driven anything other than your motorcycle. Most of the time, you rely on your aliens to get around. But this afternoon is gonna be dedicated to reintroducing some form of normalcy into your life.

Once you spot your cousin and your friend Kevin, they quickly wave you over. Ollie pulls you into a tight hug almost immediately.

[Olivia]: Hey cuz! How’ve you been?

[Wade]: The last couple of days have been absolutely insane, but I’ll tell you all about that over lunch. Sup, Kev.

[Kevin]: Wassup, Wakeman.

You and Kevin casually bump fists, but neither of you can deny how happy you are to see each other. It’s been so long since you guys spent any time together outside of a world-threatening crisis.

Soon afterward, you meet up with your parents and lead everyone to the seats that you reserved. Despite the tension that was created from you moving out, they still sounded pretty excited that you invited them out.

They both pull you into a tight hug, but your Mother doesn’t seem to want to let go. It takes the combined effort of you and your Dad to pry her off of you.

As usual, your Mom is overly dressed and most likely spent an hour in front of the mirror before leaving the house, whereas your Father most likely just threw on whatever clothes he had lying around the bottom of his closet.

[Mom]: Wade, you look good. Are you eating enough, or getting enough sleep? Remember, you can always come home if things don’t work out.

Olivia and Kevin give their most discreet “yikes” expression.

[Wade]: Yes, no and no again. I’m fine, Mom. But I appreciate your concern.

The five of you sit down and take a sip of your water, before picking up the menu.

[Dad]: Thanks for inviting us, champ. What’s the occasion? You and your alien girlfriend finally tying the knot?

This poorly phrased joke causes your Mother spit her water out from shock, causing the table to go silent.

[Wade]: Ha...no, we’re not moving that fast yet. Maybe sometime in the future, though...

Kevin is the first to break the awkward silence.

[Kevin]: Boy, this place sure is fancy…

He looks around like a nervous little kid in an adult social setting.

[Wade]: It’s not that fancy, dude. Look, they’ve got chicken nuggets on the menu.

He excitedly flips over the page that you point out, despite it being part of the kid’s menu.

[Kevin]: Sweet!

Ollie giggles and tries to change the subject a bit.

[Olivia]: So Wade, about those beans you promised to spill…

You think back on everything that’s happened to you over the past week. Which story will you tell?

(Cont.)

>”I got scouted for a Multiversal group of Omnitrix wielders.”
>”I arrested Cooper last night with the help of The Cowl. Ran into Time-Out in the process.”
>”I fought with Zombozo a few days back. Did you know that he strapped a chainsaw to his hand?!”
>”I got a bunch of new aliens! And did I ever tell you about my Viral Forms?”
>”Let’s leave work out of this discussion. Instead, let’s talk about what you guys have been up to.”
>Write-in.

>>3935429
>>”I got scouted for a Multiversal group of Omnitrix wielders.”
>Write-in.
"Apparently, me being "Wade" is an inconsistency seeing as all the other wielders are "Bens."

>>3935429
>>”I got scouted for a Multiversal group of Omnitrix wielders.”
>”I got a bunch of new aliens! And did I ever tell you about my Viral Forms?”

>>3935429
>”I got scouted for a Multiversal group of Omnitrix wielders.”
>”Let’s leave work out of this discussion. Instead, let’s talk about what you guys have been up to.”

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Just gonna drop this bomb real quick. It's a bit late, but here's the commission that I promised!

Credit goes to----> Check out Michelle • • (@koiloverart): https://twitter.com/koiloverart?s=09

She's an amazing artist, so be sure to check her out!

I'll post the update after I get home from work, since it's a bit busy today.

>>3935918
CUTE!

[Wade]: I got scouted for a Multiversal group of Omnitrix wielders.

Olivia drops her biscuit out of shock, but a familiar purple paw reaches out of her purse to snatch it up before it hits the ground.

[Olivia]: Oh my God! So you finally hit the big leagues?! I knew this day would come.

She reaches into her purse and pulls out a notepad.

[Olivia]: Alright, spill! How many missions have you gone on? How do your alternate counterparts act? Did you see an alternate Olivia there?!

Before you can respond to your cousin's barrage of badgering questions, your Father taps you on the shoulder.

[Dad]: So these people are just like you? Well that's great! You've found some friends you can relate to.

Olivia and Kevin give him a strange look.

[Dad]: Oh, uh, I mean...other than your two best friends in the whole wide Multiverse.

[Wade]: Actually, I'm not sure how much I fit in with those guys. I was the only "Wade" there. Everyone else was somebody named Ben.

Aside from your teammates and Albedo, that is.

[Mom]: Aw honey, that just means that they knew you were special.

Your Mom tries to console you, but you can't help but feel like something about you having the Omnitrix is somehow "wrong". You never considered the possibility before now, but what if the only reason your timeline was doomed was because "Ben" never got the watch?

Would your universe somehow be better off without you in it? It's honestly a chilling thought.

But you shove it deep down into your heart and bury it so that you and everyone else can enjoy this afternoon.

[Wade]: Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks guys.

The five of you place your orders when the waitress arrives, and you continue to cheerfully converse amongst yourselves.

[Wade]: Did I ever tell you guys about my new aliens and my Viral Forms?

Kevin rolls his eyes and shoves another biscuit in his mouth.

[Kevin]: Yeah, about a thousand times. Still haven't seen 'em all, though.

[Wade]: What can I say? They take alot out of me.

[Olivia]: C'mon Kev, don't hate on his Viral Forms. They're super cool!

Your Mom loudly clears her throat in order to gain your attention. She probably felt as if she was being left out of the conversation for too long. Your Dad on the other hand enjoys listening while other people speak.

[Mom]: So, what have the rest of you been up to?

[Olivia]: Well I've been studying fashion on my free-time, but my Mom still wants me to go study abroad.

Olivia casts her gaze downwards and her smile begins to seem a bit brittle. You hope that you aren't negatively influencing your cousin's decision to pursue an education.

[Mom]: Oh yes, she's been giving me quite an earful ever since you decided to take the semester off.

Your Mother snaps her fingers as her eyes grow wider.

[Mom]: Oh, I know! Why don't you just study alien fashion? That sounds alot more cool than studying on this stuffy old planet, right?

Olivia looks a bit sad as she considers your mother's words.

(Cont.)

[Olivia]: But then I'd have to leave Earth for a while. Maybe even a few years. Where would I ever got the opportunity to-

She pauses for a moment, and her frown slowly turns into a wide grin as she grabs your shoulders and shakes you violently.

[Olivia]: Wade! The space road trip! That's my chance! I can study alien fashion as we tour the Galaxy! Your Mom's a genius!

She pulls you close and performs all manner of embarrassing expressions in the midst of her excitement. You're happy for her, but you wish you weren't sitting right next to her at this very moment.

Your Dad takes this opportunity to get to know Kevin a bit.

[Dad]: So Kevin, how's that job search going?

[Kevin]: Not too great. Hasn't been ever since "someone" blew up my ride.

You quickly avert your gaze in order to avoid Kevin's harsh glare.

[Dad]: Well why don't you come work for me down at my buddy's shop? I heard you know alot about cars, and he could really use the muscle down there.

His eyes go wide with excitement as he struggles to swallow a dry cheddar biscuit.

[Kevin]: Seriously?! Yeah, man. Sign me up!

And just when the mood between everyone starts to get good, a crime alert goes off on your phone.

Looks like someone named "Miss Army Man" is causing trouble in Midtown. Several casualties have already been reported. This might get bad.

You look up to realize that everyone is staring at you.

[Mom]: Is it work again?

>"I'm sure someone else can handle it. Let's enjoy our evening."
>"I'm really sorry. I promise I'll be back before dessert is served."
>"Looks like it. Maybe 'Team Wakeman' wouldn't mind helping me out this time?"
>"Don't let me ruin your evening. I'll take care of this."
>"I'll send someone to help out over there." Who will you request? (Birdie, Wilderbee, The Roach, Skipp and Hopper, Blindside)
>Look the villain up on the criminal database.
>Write-in.

>>3936226
>>"Don't let me ruin your evening. I'll take care of this."

>>3936226
>"I'm really sorry. I promise I'll be back before dessert is served."

>>3936226
>>Look the villain up on the criminal database.
before we even get up out of our chair

You run the name of the criminal through the HA database, allowing you to pull up their records and the notes relating to their origin.

Says here that 'Miss Army Man' was previously known as Vivian Wagner, an elite soldier for the U.S. Military. She was fatally wounded during combat, and required immediate surgery for her life to be saved. It was only through several extensive surgeries and 8 organ transplants(The donors being her fallen comrades) that she had managed to survive.

However once she regained consciousness, she had complained about hearing voices. Namely, those of her unfortunate donors. She claimed that they were haunting her, blaming her for their untimely demise. The doctors assumed that this was a symptom of stress or grief, but soon enough the patient began to display even more unusual symptoms.

She had seemingly gained the collective strength, talents and skills of her comrades. Vivian was now, by all definitions, a Superhuman and a well-trained killing machine. But this had taken a hefty toll on her mental health.

She had developed multiple personalities and became increasingly violent. Soon enough, she took up mercenary work, and her condition only worsened from there.

---------

Yeah…you don't think you can afford to leave this one alone.

[Wade]: I'm sorry, I have to take this. Don't let me ruin your evening, though.

You get up from your chair, reach into your pocket and drop a few Taydens on the table. That should cover just about everything.

[Olivia]: Do you need our help? We can-

[Wade]: It's fine. I'll just take care of this real quick so I can come back in time for dessert. You guys enjoy yourselves.

You race out of the restaurant and summon your motorcycle to your current location. Considering that you're about 15 minutes away from home(by car), it shouldn't take long for it to arrive.

You kinda feel like an ass for running out like that, but being a superhero is kind of a full time job with mandatory overtime. And the worst part about it is that everyone's basically your boss.

After finding a quiet alley, you mentally command the symbiote to envelop your body and take the form of your suit. You're so glad that this creature is so comfortable to wear. You hardly noticed that he was under your clothes this entire time.

After a few minutes, your motorcycle arrives at your location and disengages the auto-pilot.

[Trixy]: Setting a course for the source of the disturbance.

[Wade]: Thanks, Trix.

You climb into the bike and rev up the engine.

[Trixy]: Would you also like me to send personalized apologetic text messages to your friends and family?

[Wade]: Nah…I'll handle that later.

Without a second thought, you race down the streets, weaving through traffic and towards the source of the disturbance.

(Cont.)

-------

Even without the GPS, you don't have much trouble locating Miss Army Man. All you had to do was follow the screams.

Once you arrive at the scene, you see a woman firing a rather large minigun down the street. She's in good shape, but her frame is much too small to be carrying a weapon of that size.

She has dark hair tied in a ponytail, while her bangs hang over the left side of her face, dyed with the pattern of the American flag.

She wears combat boots, camo pants, and a plethora of dog tags around her neck, along with a sturdy, yet lightweight type of body armor that protects her chest.

Miss Army Man laughs wickedly whilst unleashing a hail of gunfire down upon the local police. You need to do something!

>Transform into an alien. (Which one?)
>Hit her with your motorcycle.
>Use a Non-lethal water style attack on her while driving past.
>Try to destroy her mini-gun with your sword.
>Talk her down. You might be able to appeal to one of her personalities without the need for violence. (Write-in.)
>Write-in.

Quicklist:

>Big Chill
>Diamondhead
>Zipmunk
>Bloodrush
>XLR8
>Fourcast
>Thriller Whale
>Knuckle Duster
>Hack N’ Slash
>Snapdragon

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

>>3937780
>Transform into an alien. (Which one?)
>XLR8
We did promise we would finish this quickly, afyer all.

>>3937780
>>XLR8

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>3937791
>>3937826
Rolling for Malfunction!

Also writing...

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>20!

You quickly select XLR8 from your quicklist, and slam your hand down upon the belt’s core. And in a flash of violet light...something feels different…

Your muscles expand and grow in density, your teeth are sharpened into fine points, and you can feel gills growing out of your neck, along with a pointed fin on top of your head.

Due to the sudden increase of your weight, you fall off your bike and slide along the pavement with your slippery feet.

The commotion attracts the attention of Miss Army Man, who now turns her large plasma weapon on you.

As you panic and attempt to stop sliding, you feel some sort of large device pop out of your back, and upon closer inspection, it seems to be...a jetpack?

Suddenly, two streams of pressurized water shoot out of your jetpack’s thrusters, propelling you forward at an incredible speed! You’re actually surfing on dry land!

[Wade]: Whoa!

With a slight turn of your thrusters, you slip and slide across the street, whilst efficiently avoiding the hail of bullet-fire. This guys is something like a mix between Blastoise and the F.L.U.D.D. backpack from Super Mario Sunshine.

You think you’ll call him Splash Damage!

>Hit her with a close range blast from your pressure cannon.
>Flip over her, grab her gun and smack her with it.
>Fire a pressurized bubble of water at her in order to deflect the projectiles and bounce her into a wall.
>Push a car into her with your pressure cannon.
>Slide into her whilst spinning rapidly with the aid of your cannons.
>Write-in.

>>3938193
>>Hit her with a close range blast from your pressure cannon.

>>3938193
>Hit her with a close range blast from your pressure cannon.

>>3938193
>Hit her with a close range blast from your pressure cannon.

>>3938203
>>3938242
>>3938243
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>3938252

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>3938252
Time to slip and slide!

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>3938252

>>3938258
>>3938263
>>3938273
Writing...

>70

You slide from side to side as you weave through gunfire, but you doubt that this gun could cause too much damage to you. After all, you felt a few of the plasma bolts bounce off of your tough skin without feeling so much as a tickle.

Once you get close enough, you rotate your thrusters to face the villain, and blast her into a wall with your pressurized cannon. The sheer force of it cracks the concrete and probably a few of her bones.

She falls to the ground whilst coughing violently, and you kick her gun away while you have the opportunity.

[M.A.M.]: Fucking alien freak!

Her enraged expression immediately changes to one of sorrow and regret.

[M.A.M.]: I’m so sorry. Please stop them…

[Wade]: Yup, that’s why I’m here.

You reach down to restrain her, but your action is interrupted by M.A.M. grabbing your arm and twisting it. Next thing you know, she’s flipping onto your shoulders, and wrapping her muscular legs around your neck, as well as some sort of dangerous looking plasma-garrote.

[M.A.M.]: Too late, you chum-sucking pig!

Boy, she sure does have a colorful vocabulary...

Her superhuman strength allows her to stick to you, and her body armor prevents her from being hurt by your rough skin.

What do you do?

>Slam her into a wall.
>Sink your teeth into her leg. Not too deep, but just enough to spook her.
>Launch yourself high into the air, and dive towards the ground until she lets go.
>Create a large bubble of water above your head, and submerge M.A.M. inside of it. She’ll need to come up for air eventually.
>Bounce a pressurized water shot off of several surfaces in order to land a trick shot on your assailant.
>Write-in.

>>3938458
>Create a large bubble of water above your head, and submerge M.A.M. inside of it. She’ll need to come up for air eventually.

>>3938458
>>Create a large bubble of water above your head, and submerge M.A.M. inside of it. She’ll need to come up for air eventually.

>>3938554
>>3938750
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>3938772

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>3938772

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>3938772

>>3938819
>>3938838
>>3938856
Writing...

>90

You point your thrusters upwards and use them to create a dense bubble of water above your head. The bubble completely envelops her body as it rapidly engorges itself with liquid.

Vivian struggles to breathe inside of the mass of water, but her grip remains strong around your neck. And despite the cold water that trickles down her arms, you have no trouble keeping a firm grip on them as you hold them in place.

Eventually, her body goes limp, and she passes out due to a lack of oxygen. You allow the bubble to pop as she falls into your arms, unconscious.

[Wade]: Well that got wrapped up pretty quickly. Now I just need to-

You try to hand Vivian over to the police, only to find that they’ve all been injured amidst the chaos. None of them are in any shape to arrest or detain this woman. You’re gonna have to wait for the ambulance to get here, as well as backup.

[Wade]: Oh boy…

-----

After backup and a group of paramedics arrive, you assist the officers in detaining Vivian and transporting her to the local precinct. Hopefully, Providence or The Plumbers can pick her up before she wakes up. If not, then that would mean that you performed CPR on the crazy lady for no reason.

By the time you’re finished, a few hours have passed. You doubt that your family and friends are still waiting for you at the restaurant.

You need to get better at balancing your social life with your nightlife.

-------

Once you’re finished processing the criminal, you make your way down to the police station where The Cowl dropped off Cooper. Now you just need to wait until-

Just then, a massive explosion erupts from the police station that you were heading to!

You hop off of your bike and begin running towards the front doors, but you’re suddenly distracted by another series of explosions in the distance.

[Cowl]: X? Do you read me?

The Cowl’s voice pulls you back to reality, and you slowly reach for your radio without entering the police station. Despite the commotion in the streets, he is as calm and level-headed as he always is.

[Wade]: Cowl, are you seeing this? What’s going on?

[Cowl]: I haven’t the foggiest. I’m headed to the station to-

Before he can finish his sentence, you hear the sound of screeching tires, pained grunts and a sickening crash. After that, all you hear is static.

He must have been driving towards the police station in his fancy, high-tech car, but it sounds like he ran into some trouble along the way. Should you go to check on him, or should you prioritize Cooper's safety?

>Search for Cooper. His safety is your top priority.
>Focus on evacuating the building and providing aid to the injured.
>Track the Cowl’s last known location so you can provide some backup.
>Search for the cause of the explosion. You have to secure the area to make sure that no one else gets hurt.
>Tip someone off about The Cowl's accident. They should be able to help him out.
>Transform into an alien. (Write-in.)

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

>>3939055
>>Transform into an alien. (Write-in.)
XLR8 for real this time. XLR8 is great for searching/evacuating

>>3939055
>Search for Cooper. His safety is your top priority.

>>3939060
Supporting

>>3939060
This, we can search for our buddies even faster.

>>3939060
>>3939581
>>3939700
Writing...

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[Wade]: This looks like a job for XLR8.

You browse through your Quicklist and select the Kineceleran, but you pause before slapping your hand onto the Omnitrix core.

[Wade]: And I mean for real this time!

[Trixy]: ...Very well.

Now that you’re on the same page, you slam your hand onto your belt, and close your eyes as a bright flash of violet light envelops your body.

>You’ve become XLR8!

You race through the front doors of the police station, grabbing anyone you can and carrying them outside. Cops, criminals and anyone who happened to be visiting at the time.

Due to the sheer size of the building, it takes you a little while to clear everyone out. And after you’ve decided on a safe escape route, you allow the authorities to do their job while you go to look for Cooper.

------

You race towards the interrogation room, ignoring the debris that pelts your flesh and the dust that obscures your vision. But the main danger here is the fire that continues to devastate the infrastructure, as well as increasing the risk of smoke inhalation. And considering that Cooper doesn’t have his goofy helmet on, he’s in a pretty precarious position.

Once you locate the room that he was being held in, you see masked figure pushing him through some sort of portal. And judging from his costume, he appears to be a villain.

His wears a green and black, leather jumpsuit with red lenses covering his eyes. The mouthpiece of his mask is fashioned after a gas-mask, which only makes it appear even more terrifying.

[Wade]: Cooper!

You break the door down and tackle the man before he can finish putting Cooper through the portal. You hear a strained grunt from the villain as you slam him against a wall, but you’re attention is drawn to the collapsed form of your friend.

And that’s when you hear muffled laughter from the man that stands before you.

[???]: You must be X. I think I saw your face on a T-shirt on the way up here.

His voice is being synthesized by his mask to sound sinister and snarky, but you’re too pissed to be scared of this punk.

[Blast Shadow]: They call me Blast Shadow. Nice to meet ya.

Before you can react, a pair of glowing hands emerge from the wall in a puff of smoke and ash. You attempt to avoid whatever’s coming towards you, but not even your superhuman reflexes can help you to avoid a pair of point-blank plasma beams.

The golden rays burn your flesh and send you flying across the room. This guy’s definitely a Metahuman.

[Blast Shadow]: I was gonna split after grabbing the runt, but I think I’ll stay around to play for a bit.

He leans back into the wall, and his body dissipates as it becomes a man-shaped stain on the flat surface.

[Blast Shadow]: After all, I’ve got some time to kill…

(Cont.)

His wicked laughter fills the room as it echoes from every angle. You stand ready to anticipate his attack, but you can’t help but be worried about Cooper. He appears to be alive, but you don't know if he’ll stay that way for much longer.

Suddenly, a scorching hot burst of plasma hits you in the back, followed by another that hits you from above. This guy has an annoying ability!

What do you do?

>Bait him into attacking, and drag him out of the walls when he exposes his hands.
>Grab Cooper and escape. You have no reason to stay here.
>Take a couple of hits and try to play dead so that he’ll expose himself.
>Break a few of his fingers the next time he tries to blast you.
>Run away and trick him into cornering himself in an enclosed space.
>Cover the walls with flame retardant from a nearby fire extinguisher.
>Write-in.

>>3940204
>Grab Cooper and escape. You have no reason to stay here.

>>3940204
>>Grab Cooper and escape. You have no reason to stay here.

>>3940204
you pause before slapping your hand onto the Omnitrix core.

[Wade]: And I mean for real this time!

[Trixy]: ...Very well.

This made me burst out laughing!

>Break a few of his fingers the next time he tries to blast you.

>>3940209
>>3940242
Roll 1d100+10, bo3!

>>3940350
I aim to please.

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>3940358

Rolled 87 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3940358

Rolled 30 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3940358

>>3940367
>>3940374
>>3940508
Writing...

>97

You quickly grab Cooper’s limp boy and dash out of the room, narrowly the super-heated beams of light that Blast Shadow has been littering the hallway with. He attempts to grab your leg as his other hand fires a few stray shots, but he’s having trouble keeping up with you as you race down the stairs.

Eventually, you manage to make it out of the building, and you see no sign of Blast Shadow anywhere. Just the panicking civilians and rattled cops that you rescued.

And you’re sure that you’ll be seeing that guy again someday. Now, you just need to figure out what you’re going to do with Cooper. You’d love to drop him off somewhere and race to the Cowl’s aid, but you feel like it’d be a bit irresponsible to leave him by himself after that harrowing encounter.

You can drop him off at your place, but you’d rather not bring this case anywhere near your personal life. And there’s also the option of bringing him back to his place, but you don’t think he’ll stay safe for very long in an undefended location like that.

If you put him in a high tech prison, then he’ll just get out again. And if you put him in a low-tech holding cell, then you’re pretty sure that Blast Shadow will be paying him another visit. Although you aren’t even sure what he wants Cooper for.

Whatever decision you choose to make, you better do it before the Omnitrix times out. With XLR8’s speed, you can probably outrun whoever might try to track you down.

What do you do?

>Bring Cooper to your place for now.
>Bring Cooper to your parent’s house.
>Bring Cooper to his Mom’s place.
>Bring Cooper to Olivia’s dorm.
>Call Phil for a favor. He might be able to look after him while you deal with this bomb situation.
>Hide Cooper in a remote location and go to check on your partner.
>Use Cooper as bait to draw Blast Shadow out into the open. You need to get rid of this guy before he blows up anymore buildings.
>Write-in.

>>3940575
>>Call Phil for a favor. He might be able to look after him while you deal with this bomb situation.

>>3940575
I like the idea of putting him in a high tech prison. I don't expect him to actually stay, but it would give him a relatively safe place to recover from the attack and I imagine he would appreciate the symbolism of putting him in a high tech prison.

>>3940575

> Bring cooper home for vidya games.

>>3940575
>>Call Phil for a favor. He might be able to look after him while you deal with this bomb situation.

>>3940579
>>3941535
Writing...

After seeing how many people are gunning for Cooper, you think he’ll be much safer if you sent him off-planet for a while. And you know just the guy to take care of him.

[Wade]: Trixy, can you call my grandpa? I need to ask him a favor.

[Trixy]: Will do.

You race down the street with your incapacitated friend in your arms, eager to see your Grandpa for the first time in several months.

-------

You time out early and wait at a remote location underneath a bridge. If Blast Shadow or anyone else shows up to cause trouble, you’ll be ready for them.

Just then, you witness a Plumber-authorized space shuttle descending from the clouds and landing right in front of you. And the person that walks out of it is none other than your Grandpa Phil!

He scans the perimeter with a harsh glare and a bit of a scowl, but as soon as he sees you, a wide grin spreads across his face

[Phil]: Hey there, kiddo!

He runs up to you and pulls you into a tight bear hug. And since you aren’t wearing you armor tonight, there’s nothing to protect your ribs from his inhuman strength.

Once he realizes that you can’t breathe, he lets you go and rubs your back.

[Wade]: Good to see you too, Grandpa…

You remove your mask so that he can get a good look at your face. It’s been a while since you’ve seen each other, but the circumstances are a little less than ideal.

[Phil]: You’ve gotten a bit older! And your hair’s growing again.

[Wade]: So did yours. Don’t the Plumbers have a barber up at HQ?

[Phil]: You think I’m letting that guy near this majestic mane?! You must be crazy.

He proudly flaunts and flips his shoulder length hair, allowing it to flow in the wind.

His gaze eventually drifts down to Cooper’s collapsed frame, and he grimaces at the bruises and burns that cover his body. His expression is tinged with a hint of disappointment and grief, and you can’t blame him. After all, Grandpa was there whenever Cooper came to hang out. You just wish you knew how he got so screwed up.

[Phil]: That him?

[Wade]: Yeah. Do you think you can take him away from here for a little while? Just until we get this villain situation sorted.

He sighs deeply and kneels down to pick up Cooper and sling him over his shoulder.

[Phil]: You know this is a terrible idea, right? They’d never agree to keeping a Technopath up at HQ.

You know he’s telling the truth, but you also know that Grandpa intends to help you in whatever way he can. If he didn’t, then he never would have picked up Cooper.

[Wade]: Well...what about a remote planet? It’s a low-tech solution and he won’t be able to slip away.

[Phil]: Unless he takes control of my ship.

You remain silent. Mostly because you can’t refute his argument. Neither of you can predict how Cooper will react when he wakes up.

(Cont.)

Phil rolls his eyes and stops your friend from sliding off of his shoulder.

[Phil]: I’ll see what I can do.

[Wade]: Thanks, Grandpa! You’re the best.

He reaches over to affectionately tussle your hair, and you can’t help but feel nostalgic from the simple action.

[Phil]: Yeah yeah, I know. Just be sure to take care of yourself out there. And if you ever need my help, just give me a call.

[Wade]: Will do.

He hauls Cooper onto his ship, and you watch as he ascends above the cloudline and disappears from sight.

Now that that’s done, you need to-

[Trixy]: Wade, we are getting an alert from one of your squad-mates. They are requesting assistance.

[Wade]: They want to slingshot me to another dimension? I don’t know if now’s the right time…

You need to get back out there and protect your city, but this could also be an emergency.

What do you do?

>Accept the Slingshot request. Someone might need your help, and you’re a bit curious to see a dimension other than your own.
>Deny the Slingshot request. Someone else on your team can help him. Right now your city needs you.
>Try to contact your team through the group chat. You should get an idea of what’s going on first.
>Check your news feed and the H.A. notifications. They might have some idea as to what's happening to Bellwood.
>Write-in.

>>3941634
>>Try to contact your team through the group chat. You should get an idea of what’s going on first.
>Accept the Slingshot request. Someone might need your help, and you’re a bit curious to see a dimension other than your own.

>>3941634
>Try to contact your team through the group chat. You should get an idea of what’s going on first.
>Accept the Slingshot request. Someone might need your help, and you’re a bit curious to see a dimension other than your own.

>>3941634
>Try to contact your team through the group chat. You should get an idea of what’s going on first.

You decide to contact the rest of your team in the group chat before making any decisions.

[Wade]: Hey guys, did anyone else get that Slingshot request?

[Charm/Ben]: Yeah I got it too. Won't be able to follow up on it tho. Shutting down an alien smuggling ring atm.

[Gwen]: Then how are you even responding to these messages?

[Charm/Ben]: It's called multitasking, squirt. Maybe you should try it sometime? Any reason you can't accept the Slingshot?

[Gwen]: I'm behind enemy lines at the moment. Recon mission to investigate some alien Invaders. A slingshot would reveal my location.

[Charm/Ben]: tHeN hOw ArE yOu EvEn ReSpOnDiNg To ThEsE mEsSaGe?!

[Gwen]: Oh shut up, you dweeb! Stakeouts are kinda boring, okay? And there's no way you wrote all that while fighting bad guys.

[Charm/Ben]: I can send pics.

[Wade]: So if both of you didn't send it, then that just leaves Clyde.

[Gwen]: Think you'll be able to handle it on your own?

[Wade]: I'll be fine. You guys focus on your missions. I'll report back what I find.

Before you close the chat client, you catch a glimpse of a selfie that Charm/Ben took. It's a picture of her posing with an alien that she beat black and blue.

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Once you accept the Slingshot request, you witness a portal opening up before you. Its bluish white glow illuminates the surrounding area on this warm Summer night.

You take a deep breath, and jump right into the wormhole, allowing yourself to be flung about through the Multiverse. The feeling is similar to the time Aku tossed you into that temporal rift.

After tumbling through space for about half a minute, you emerge from the portal and the first thing you see is...absolute carnage.

You land on top of charred and blood-soaked soil, and the smell of charcoal fills your nose. The area around you appears to be a farm of some sort. At least, that's what it was before it became obliterated by whatever Clyde was struggling against.

The corpses of an insectoid species are littered around the farm, missing limbs and bearing fatal injuries that were most likely caused by plasma weapons.

[Wade]: Clyde! You okay, buddy?

You shout for your friend, but you hear no response. And so, you decide to search for him amongst this ashen heap.

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Your eyes scour every inch of this grim homestead, but you see no sign of Clyde. Just mangled mounds of molten metal, most likely belonging to humanoid mechs.

At the edge of the horizon, you see a sea of insectoid creatures clambering along a massive force field that protects the entire farm. A few of them must have slipped through and attacked Clyde's family.

Just then, you spot a human figure buried under rubble, bearing a resemblance to Clyde.

[Wade]: Clyde!

You run over to his collapsed frame and push the mound of rubble off of his body. He still appears to be breathing, but he's in really bad shape. You wonder who did this to him?

[???]: Yet another bug to crush?

(Cont.)

You turn around to see a woman wearing high tech armor, a mask with a tinted purple visor, and flowing robes. And in her hand, she twirls a polearm with plasma blades on each end.

But once she gets a good look at your mask, she pauses dead in her tracks.

[Galatea]: You!

She readies her polearm and dashes towards you.

What do you do?

>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)
>Draw your sword and clash weapons with her.
>Grab her weapon and knee her in the face.
>Write-in.

Quicklist:

>Big Chill
>Diamondhead
>Zipmunk
>Bloodrush
>XLR8
>Fourcast
>Thriller Whale
>Knuckle Duster
>Hack N’ Slash
>Snapdragon

Aliens Unlocked:

https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2t

I will be running sessions on Tuesday and Wednesday at 4pm EDT. I hope you guys can make it!

>>3941887
>>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)
>Snotrocket

>>3941903
support

>>3941887
>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)
Snotrocket

>>3941887
>>Grab her weapon and knee her in the face.

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You quickly open up your belt’s faceplate, before sifting through your aliens and deciding on one that will prevent you from getting cut in half!

You slam your hand down onto the Omnitrix core, engulfing you and your enemy in a flash of violet light. And once it dissipates, you see that you’ve become Snotrocket!

The woman pulls on her weapon desperately, as she realizes that it’s become stuck inside of your gelatinous nose. But despite her initial confusion, she kicks you away, freeing her weapon and causing you to tumble backwards.

You regain your balance, but you quickly notice that your enemy is no longer on the ground. She’s attempting a leaping strike!

What do you do?

>Form your nose into a large boxing glove and hit her once she gets close enough.
>Glue her hands to that polearm in order to limit her manual dexterity.
>Snag her with a snot-rocket and slam her down to the ground over and over again.
>Anticipate where she’s going to land, and cover the ground in adhesive slime.
>Allow her to swing at you, so that you may snag her weapon with your nose and disarm her.
>Go Viral and disintegrate that polearm!
>Write-in.

>>3942321
>>Anticipate where she’s going to land, and cover the ground in adhesive slime.

>>3942321
>Anticipate where she’s going to land, and cover the ground in adhesive slime.

>>3942328
>>3942487
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>3942523

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>3942523

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>3942523

>>3942530
>>3942541
>>3942551
Writing...