The small alien ship used its body to navigate the area, manipulating its form like slime. Pausing briefly in front of a door, it slowly dropped to the floor, then reassembled itself mid-air. Green eyes appeared within the slime, and a green and black device was visible on one part of its green body. I extended a portion of the slime to tap the device's center, immediately shifting my DNA and body back to my normal form. My bones and arms lengthened, and I took a deep breath.
My eyes began to glow with a cold light as I activated my Vision Haki, scanning the area for any nearby presences. Thankfully, no one seemed to be approaching, though I could detect that Iceman and Blink had entered the facility and were freeing mutants on this floor. Staying alert, I soon sensed two individuals approaching. I activated Air Door, hiding in another dimension, and watched them pass by. They were carrying what appeared to be some sort of energy-based weapons, which intrigued me; they seemed less advanced than Iron Man's armor but were still curious. I speculated they might have been inspired by a mutant's power.
Once they passed, I exited the dimension, moving swiftly and silently, cloaked by divine power and Zetsu. With a sharp blow to their necks, I knocked them unconscious instantly. I dragged their bodies to a hidden corner, touched the wall, and activated my power. A doorway opened in the metal wall, and I secured them inside, binding them with ropes and blindfolds before sealing the area. I also stored their energy weapons in my inventory—they might prove useful in defending the base or for future recruits. Plus, using tech independent of the system is always appealing to me.
The Omnitrix chimed with a message. "Sir Immortal, most mutants have been teleported directly to the mansion. Only one location with a few mutants remains, along with the special individual below the base," Hank reported, adding a request, "Please proceed to liberate the individual at the base's lower level. But be cautious."
"Understood, I'm on my way," I replied, disconnecting the call. Yet, just as I did, an alarm blared throughout the base, announcing, "INTRUDERS DETECTED. ACTIVATING CONTAINMENT AND LOCKDOWN MEASURES." I frowned as Hank's voice crackled through my communicator again, this time addressing the team.
"It seems we've been identified, and…" His voice was interrupted by the sounds of destruction. "Regardless, as most mutants are safe, Blink, transport the remaining prisoners to the ship and conserve energy for emergencies. Immortal, continue with the plan. Everyone, stay vigilant."
"To assist, we'll use the X-Ship's weaponry combined with Storm's and Professor's powers. Angel is already implementing one of our escape strategies."
"Understood," we all replied in unison. Focused on my task, I knelt down at the corridor's entrance, both hands extended. "Ice Make: Rose Garden Bloom," I whispered, forming a large, crystalline blue magic circle with pink tracings. Dense, frozen roses filled the hallway, blocking anyone from approaching; even those energy weapons would struggle to cut through them.
Satisfied with my barrier, I checked the Omnitrix and transformed into the ghostly form, allowing me to phase effortlessly through walls toward the theoretical location of the prisoner.
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3rd POV
In a secluded area, various armed forces advanced, some wielding firearms, others carrying compact tanks. It appeared to be a reasonably well-equipped military force, though some wielded unique energy weapons. Among them was a large vehicle sporting a multi-level cannon, seemingly a work-in-progress but unusual.
The force moved in swift silence, searching for something. Within their ranks, two men carried special gas bomb launchers. One of the commanding officers' voices came over the radio, "We've detected unusual energy readings here, likely a ship with advanced infiltration technology."
They proceeded with confidence, unaware that their supposedly stealthy approach was being monitored. High in the trees, a man with massive angelic wings observed them, listening to the radio transmission. A bound, unconscious man lay beside him, tied securely to a tree. Hearing the communication, the winged man frowned and activated another transmitter.
"Professor, Mr. Hank, a large force is approaching. They seem aware of your location. Prepare defensive and retreat measures," he warned.
"Understood," came an immediate reply. Then silence ensued until the troops neared the hidden cave and unleashed their firepower. Explosions and gunfire filled the air, but a pulse of energy from within neutralized the attack.
A large black-and-gray ship emerged from the cave, soaring skyward. The military didn't hesitate, aiming their weaponry at the vessel. As the craft dodged energy attacks, some shots found their mark.
"Target the rockets. Priority is capture; if that fails, destroy it completely," ordered the military leader.
He gave the orders, and the ship continued to endure attacks, yet it defended itself as well, using its own blue energy shots and a few other rounds. The ship didn't seem to be trying to retreat or open a path to escape from the energy source, which confused the military leader, prompting him to send an order to the base.
"Commander Dwight. Deploy fighter jets to attack immediately, and order a swift inspection of the base. Whatever their reason for being here, they don't seem to plan on retreating…"
Just as he finished giving his orders, the sky began to darken. Storm clouds rolled in, lightning flashing rapidly. The stormy weather created an intense downpour, obscuring everyone's view of the ship.
When the military jets arrived, they struggled to locate the enemy due to the severe storm, which included periodic lightning, frost, and heavy rain striking the soldiers. On the ground, some enemies appeared suspiciously unconscious, as if they'd been attacked by a bird-like creature, while others seemed to collapse from some type of headache or began moving erratically, as if disoriented.
The intense storm also disrupted the base's electromagnetic systems, creating interference that scrambled their communication and surveillance systems.
Inside a certain fugitive ship, a woman sat in a chair, her hair floating and her eyes glowing white. She seemed to be channeling and manipulating the natural world's energy effortlessly, bending it to her will.
A man in a wheelchair wearing a metal helmet—a power amplifier—sat with his eyes closed, deeply focused. To those sensitive to psychic energy, faint traces of psychic manipulation could be seen, influencing minds throughout the island.
Meanwhile, a large blue man typed rapidly on a computer, also piloting the ship to avoid detection by any surveillance systems. The trio seemed to be waiting for someone or something to guide their next move. When the ship reached a certain level of stability, purple portals filled with spatial energy appeared, through which individuals were transported.
This continued for some time...
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Yuriko Oyama POV
My sharp adamantium claws scraped against the walls, a testament to my frustration. Following my father's plan, I allied with the military forces here and their general. The experiments on mutants proved effective, and even the adamantium enhancement studies showed progress, albeit complicated by the rarity and scarcity of the metal. At least some interesting weapons and equipment were created.
I quickened my pace. The general claimed to have everything under control, but from my perspective, his information system had been breached. Many of his men sent to the mutant holding cells had either vanished or lost communication, and a recent photo showed parts of the corridors blocked by frost-covered roses or large ice blocks, strangely resistant and tough to break, while other sections of ice seemed lethal yet less solid.
Elsewhere, sticky, acidic slime covered sections of the floor, slowing anyone attempting to advance.
With this in mind, I entered the special elevator, pressing the button for the sealed area where my most successful subject—a rather exceptional mutant and my father's greatest experiment—was held. Beside me was a large man, another success of our project. Not a mutant, but his muscles and bones had traces of adamantium, greatly enhancing his strength and resilience, though he sometimes suffered stiffness.
"Let's go, Dwight."
"Yes, young lady," he replied as the elevator descended to the final floor.
In the lowest level, only one entry and exit existed, surrounded by various weapons ready to fire upon any intruder. At the room's center stood a highly secure cell, crafted from advanced, ultra-durable alloys.
Inside, a man's wrists and ankles were bound by energy shackles and metal cuffs, immobilizing him entirely. I walked calmly to the front of his cell.
"Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock."
Finally, I reached the cell door, looking in to see him.
"Well, my favorite prisoner and most important experimental subject, how's your day going?" I asked with a calm voice and a smile.
The man didn't respond, but I didn't care and pressed a button beside me. Soon, the sound of lightning and weapons echoed, accompanied by faint cries of pain from inside the cell.
"Ackkk!! Ack!!"
"Ackkk!"
"Ackkk!! Ack!!"
Then, I stopped the electric attack and looked at him.
"Ready to talk now?"
Just as I was about to press the button again, he seemed to change his mind and spoke.
"Tsk, what do you want, woman? Do you think I'm actually afraid of your lightning?"
I smiled and replied, "Nothing. I'm just here to spend the rest of the day with you."
I said this in a soft tone.
"Tsk," he clicked his tongue, but I ignored it and sat in a chair beside the cell. I wasn't sure if anyone else would come here, but I wasn't about to let anyone slip in or out unnoticed.
Without me realizing, the man gave a sly smile, his eyes taking on a slightly wild look as curious and intriguing thoughts crossed his mind. And unbeknownst to anyone, a fantastic creature had already entered the cell, calmly observing the conversation.
As soon as they noticed the guards outside were distracted, it positioned itself on one side and pressed its own chest.