I’m motivated now!
Yosh!
***
In Vought, Sasha sat behind her computer, calmly typing on the keyboard, greeting everyone who passed with a professional smile—a normal routine for her.
Until—
Ding!
Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up.
Jack had sent a message.
Curiously, she tapped on it.
Sasha read through the message and immediately struck her desk, creating a loud noise as she stood up, drawing the attention of the other workers.
“Sorry, sorry,” she apologized and sat back down, staring at Jack’s message—a twelve-word message: [I’m going out with my friends. I’ll be back in a week.]
***
Meanwhile, a day later, deep in the vacuum of space.
The Rust Bucket 3 slowly approached a massive red ship situated on top of an equally massive asteroid, surrounded by a translucent, electric blue circular barrier.
Inside the Rust Bucket 3, Kevin turned to the three, his expression grim.
“That’s the ship.” Superboy stared at the ship, his eyes piercing through the metallic walls to see a gladiator arena where two bloody aliens fought.
Sitting on a platform was the same Osmosian Kevin had displayed back on Earth, and there were eight more aliens beside him.
“There aren’t many guards…” Superboy said.
“Mhm,” Kevin nodded.
“Now we just wait.”
And just like that, 30 minutes passed with the Rust Bucket 3 hiding behind an asteroid, patiently waiting.
Ben, with folded arms and fingers tapping his arms, couldn’t take it any longer.
“Hey, can’t Superboy and I just break through that barrier?” he asked.
“Do you think a Tachyon shield can be broken easily, Ben? It’s an energy barrier running faster than light. Touch it out here and your molecules disintegrate,” Kevin said, staring at the green frequency waves.
“We can’t force our way in like that. Who knows if the barrier has an alarm?”
“Leave it to me. Chromastone’s got this!”
Swoosh!
He slammed his palm on his watch, and with a flash of green light, he changed into a deep purple humanoid alien with pink gems protruding from his body.
He smiled and gave a thumbs-up to the group.
“I’ll absorb the energy and create a small hole for you guys to pass through.”
“Hey, Ben, wait!” Gwen called out to him, but he had already run out of the cockpit, leaving the three behind.
A while later, the hatch opened, and Chromastone ‘swam’ through space, slowly approaching the barrier.
The instant he touched it, his gems lit up, and he slowly stretched his hand, creating a hole that grew wider by the second.
The hole soon became wide enough for the Rust Bucket 3 to pass through.
The Rust Bucket 3 dashed forward, crossing the hole, followed by Chromastone at the back.
Chromastone approached the front window of the slowly moving ship.
“Haha, how was that!
Impressive, right?!” “You did an amazing job, man,” Kevin said and slowly landed the ship.
But the moment the ship touched the asteroid, the ship’s lights flashed red.
“Shit!” Kevin cursed.
Chromastone hurriedly stood in front of the ship, warily eyeing the opened entrance.
Soon, aliens in armor and holding guns ran outside of the ship, lining up and pointing their weapons at the group.
“I should have broken it from the start,” the silent Superboy spoke with a sigh.
And before the duo—Kevin and Gwen—could react, a shockwave rippled through the cockpit.
Swoosh!
Superboy blitzed from the ship and appeared beside two of the aliens.
Gripping their necks, he violently tossed them towards the barrier.
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The two ‘projectiles’ broke the sound barrier, struck the barrier, and slid down weakly, their fate a mystery.
Swoosh!
Superboy moved into the midst of the aliens, grabbed one, threw them towards the barrier, grabbed another, and did the same thing.
In under 30 seconds, the thirty armed aliens were gone, leaving only Superboy levitating above the ground.
‘They should be dead…’ Superboy thought, his gaze phasing through the asteroid to the barrier’s bottom where the thirty aliens lay, each with severe injuries—a broken arm, a shattered spine, a twisted head, etc.
He exhaled and tore his gaze away.
The feeling of nausea was there, but not too much.
The excessive killing of the Flaxans had strengthened his resolve against killing—at least towards non-human beings.
Superboy turned to Ben’s team, gave them a nod, then flew inside the ship with a boom!
“Hey, we shouldn’t let him have all the fun! Let’s go!” Ben shouted as he ran towards the ship.
***
In a massive colosseum, a man clad in silver armor with a transparent, rotating device strapped to the armor’s chest stared at a massive screen—divided into a hundred mini-screens—depicting a red-blue blur that ravaged through the ship before a camera could register its figure well.
“Heh… colorful,” Morgoth muttered, his lips curling up.
“First, that savage, battle-seeking lion man—Battle Beast. Now some fresh-faced kid. A hundred years rotting in the absolute hell of the Null Void, and it seems the universe has finally started breeding real warriors again.”
He turned to the nine aliens standing beside him.
“Go take care of the other three kids. Don’t kill the one with the Omnitrix,” he grinned, cunning and jagged.
“Bring him to me alive but unconscious.”
“Yes, sir!” The nine aliens saluted and left through the back door.
Morgoth turned back to the screen, his lips still curled up in a grin.
“The Omnitrix and a perfect warrior. Ever since I escaped, it seems my luck has increased a thousandfold.” He bent forward slightly, watching as two Plumbers fought against each other.
“Battle Beast… my revenge, I’ll repay it a thousandfold.”
(A/N: Morgoth is an OC I created for a ‘what if’ scenario.)
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Though I might change my mind if we can reach rank 40 or 30.