MC's POV
I arrived just as Luke Cage was on the verge of being defeated. Luckily, I managed to use my wind power in time to shield him. I ended up intervening, though I wasn't sure if he could have taken them all on by himself. Still, I decided to handle the two who wouldn't last much longer, leaving the main enemy for Luke to face.
I trapped one of them in a Magoi sphere, which, with the energy I put into it, should hold him for a few minutes. With my staff in hand, I approached the enemy, who was breathing heavily and eyeing me warily. Though I had used some energy, I was still quite relaxed.
Without hesitation, I closed in on him at high speed, targeting multiple weak points with my staff, each hit infused with internal energy. He tried to resist, but exhausted as he was, it didn't take long. A strong strike to his neck knocked him unconscious. Afterward, I threw a foam-like bomb at him that solidified quickly, trapping him.
Stowing my staff, I approached the remaining enemy, who was still trapped in the Magoi sphere. I could see fear and resentment in his eyes, but I ignored it. I was about to release the energy binding him but paused to glance at Luke's fight.
I saw the two of them trading punches and kicks. I'd sensed it before, but the intensity of their blows had increased. Each strike sent out waves of sound and raw physical force that affected the surroundings. Both of them were covered in bruises, cuts, and welts that looked as if they were trying to heal, though the intensity of the fight kept escalating. I could tell they were beginning to tire, but it seemed like this battle would still take some time.
Regardless, I flicked my right fingers, dissipating the energy that held my opponent, causing him to fall to the ground.
"Friend, I'm sorry, but I'll be extending our fight for a bit, since the other one seems like it'll take a while. I'll take the opportunity to test something out," I said with a smile. Before he could respond, I tapped the Omnitrix, navigating through the green display options and selecting one. A small part of the device popped up, and I pressed it.
Instantly, my physical form and DNA began to change. I became a plasmatic being, free of bones, organs, skin, or muscle. My body transformed into a green, gelatinous form with a small, silver, alien ship hovering above my head.
"Goop!" I announced with a dramatic, playful flair, moving fluidly through the air. Seeing my transformation, the Centipede soldier took a shocked step back.
"What are you? An alien? Some kind of weird mutant?"
I looked at him, smiling. "Just a slightly different human who enjoys a little fun," I replied, moving closer, guided by the alien drone above.
Startled, he still managed to focus and launched various attacks, but each blow simply passed through my gooey body, leaving only small gaps. I dodged his every move, wrapping my goopy form around him and hitting him in different spots, even restraining him. I couldn't resist teasing, wrapping around his right side and forcing his hand to punch himself.
"Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?" I taunted.
When I transform, a slight personality shift can happen—something I allowed this time. Given my powerful soul and strong mind, my essence isn't influenced by DNA changes, but I let this one play out to enjoy myself.
After toying with him for a few minutes, I threw him against the wall with force, using an adhesive goop to stick him there. Between the beatings and his drained energy, he was too weak to even try to escape. Even if he'd been fully charged, it would have been questionable whether he could break free of the goop created by this particular alien species. Once he was firmly trapped, I moved swiftly through the air and struck the center of his body with a high-pressure blow, knocking him out.
"Well, that was fun," I murmured in a slightly robotic, humorous tone. I tapped the Omnitrix to return to my human form, stretching a bit. Transforming is always a curious, entertaining experience, though sometimes it leaves a strange sensation.
"I should use the Omnitrix more often. Acquiring a few more aliens—and maybe some powerful ones—could be interesting. The only downside is that I can't access my internal energy, physical powers, or even use certain items while transformed. Only my mind and soul are less restricted," I mused, glancing at the Omnitrix, a device regarded as one of the strongest weapons across its universe and others.
Having subdued my enemies and secured both of them, I headed over to Luke's fight. I didn't plan to join in but figured I'd watch and observe his combat style—and maybe cheer him on?
The fight dragged on for several more minutes until finally, I saw the end. Luke Cage landed a powerful blow to Bushmaster's stomach, knocking him out at last. Naturally, Luke wasn't in the best shape by then. I teleported behind him and caught him.
"Good fight," I said calmly, moving him aside to a safe area. Luke was so exhausted he nearly passed out. Turning my attention to John, or Bushmaster, I saw one of his eyes half-open, staring at me with labored breathing, utterly worn out.
"You... your interference... that young Cage wouldn't have managed anything without it."
"Be quiet," I replied coldly, using my aura of dominance to silence him, suppressing his will to speak. "Thank you for the information," I added as I placed my hand on his head. My mental powers invaded his mind, searching through his memories for anything of interest. A psychic symbol resonated within my mind. After a few seconds, I withdrew my hand, satisfied I had extracted everything I needed.
"Sleep well." I struck his neck to ensure he was out for good. A slight smile crossed my face, but it quickly vanished.
Turning to my left, my eyes—enhanced with mental energy—picked up agents dressed in FBI, CIA, and even an eagle insignia I recognized, entering the area. Sensing their presence, I grabbed Luke and teleported us back to the base.
Once there, I placed him on a table and performed basic treatments, aided by droids and cleaning slimes with perfect sterilizing abilities. Together, we cleaned his body, his clothing, and any wounds, applying antiseptics as needed. With his breathing steady, dressed in fresh clothes, and hooked to monitoring machines, I assigned one of my droids to guard him and left to check a notification and review intel on The Hand.
*"You have received the Blaster (stunning and offensive effect) from the clones."*
Seeing the notification, I curiously retrieved it from my inventory. A black weapon materialized in my hand. I examined it briefly and fired a shot, sending a strong red energy burst forward. Then I adjusted its settings.
This time, it fired a blue circular shot meant to stun others. Pleased, I returned the weapon to my inventory.
I removed my disguise and settled into a meditative position. Jedi techniques and teachings filled my mind as I aligned my soul, mind, and very existence with the universe, channeling an energy made accessible by the Jedi, through the Force.
Two to three hours later, I heard the sound of a blaster shot. Fully dressed, I used Kai Kai to reappear in the room. My hand instantly went to Luke Cage's, as he was preparing to punch my small but useful combat droid.
"A bit rude, Mr. Cage," I noted. "D-1, resume your activities," I commanded.
"Understood, Master." With efficient movements, the droid stored its blaster and resumed its tasks around the room's computers and labs.
"Immortal, that…? Where are we? No—what happened to Bushmaster?"
Before replying, I used my Haki and senses to confirm that none of Luke's injuries were critical, and many were already showing signs of healing.
"He's been handled. By now, he's probably detained by some government agency. As for that—" I gestured to the droid, "he's one of my droids, and we're in our base, the Guardian Sword base."
I smiled, planning to give him a brief tour. Of course, he wouldn't know the exact location or have access to everything yet, as he hadn't fully committed to the group—but a little enticement never hurt.