"Oh, what's this?" "We seem to have two new combatants. It was only a matter of time I suppose...with the increased quantum flux this sort of thing is commonplace. Well, I'm sure we can fit you in."
"I was already crazy before I started hearing the voices. I'm almost sure I create them in my head, but sometimes the deep emotional vents to the girl Serenity throws me off the edge even further the dark abyss of insanity. I didn't believe in space dementia before I decided to journey into the stars in a trillion dollar state-of-the art spacecraft , and I also did not think I'd be having an existential crisis while making lightspeed jumps through interstellar wormholes, but here I am. About to pirate another space port while hearing voices I've never heard before talking about things I can't seem to grasp. F*ck it. I'll just continue on pretending I'm in Star Trek and the voices are my crew. Captains Log 15973 , out. "
"Star Trek sucks." Serenity chuckled and the Infamous Wildcard's world began to spin and distort as he felt like he was about to die from alcohol poisoning.
The Enigmatic Enigma had been experiencing space dementia for sometime now , yet the voice that he heard before he engaged the Star Nautilus' hyperdrive was unfamiliar. It wasn't Serenity's voice , the female companion he fashioned after his 3rd grade crush and it wasn't the voice of Dreamthunder the Apache war chief who always showed up when things were about to go wrong. This was a totally new voice that was paired with a brilliant flash of lights that he had never seen in all of the thousands of hyperjumps he made. At first he chalked up the phenomenon to his deteriorating mental state and the ceaseless wonders of space travel , but he soon realized he wasn't in space anymore. What he though was his prized starcraft hurdling through a spacetime wormhole , was in fact his body merging images and the sensation of moving at a fast speed until he came to realize he was actually falling down "a slide?"
Clutch felt dumbfounded even though he was simultaneously experiencing the bliss of a profound epiphany as he slid down what seemed like a never ending rabbit hole. He got serious as the nanobots in his body started to function better, because he realized that the Homunculi weren't as effective in deep space but were now preforming at their apex. The Homunculi began to enhance his senses, immediately beganning to draw in information from the surroundings as he rapidly shot through the dark tube . The thick scent of plastic and sweaty feet paired with a myriad of colors to bombard Clutch as he shot from the end of the slide into a perfect roll that landed him in a crouched position with Risky's dual pistols drawn instinctively. He had the entire infrastructure mapped out in seconds as his cybernetic eyes blazed with red coded glyphs of data; his machine mind working in perfect unison with his body. He drew in a large breath of oxygen and felt his senses go wild as he commanded the Homunculi in his bloodstream to stimulate every nerve in his body to serve as the "pinch" that would wake him up if he was dreaming. He wasn't.
Like the infinitely experienced warrior he was he stood up slowly and used his skill and technology to give him as much information as possible. The technopathic powers of the Wildcard worked seamlessly with his cybernetic enhancements , while his strategic mind and sharpened senses analyzed and stored everything. Down to the number of molecules in the air and the heat signatures of some well placed explosives and a beating heart. A thin smirk came across Clutch as he quickly checked his gear by sifting rapidly through his infinite arsenal, and preparing his external symbiotic weapons system to appear at the speed of thought. Dressed in his infamous black uniform the Avatar of Death holstered his pistols, lit a cigarette , took a couple drags then flicked it to the ground before he called out to the person who was giving off a large thermal reading.
"Let's make this quick. I want to find out what happens to the main character next." his deep robotic voice and arrogant tone called out to whoever was there. He asked Dreamthunder if he was sure this wasn't just another psychedelic Jupiter Berry binge but got no answer.
The Ghost had done this before. Unknown enemy in unfamiliar territory while maybe on mind-altering substances. His many battles taught him many things , but one of the mantras he held close to his heart was "Shoot first. Ask questions later." He did just that as he clasped his hands together and activated the Deus Ex Machina to summon one of his favorite weapons. In a flash of pixilized data he was holding a black graphite compound bow which was fortified with black vibranium much like the arrows that were in the quiver which rested on his back suddenly. In seconds Clutch fired off three arrows with uncanny accuracy; blazing towards the heat signatures he was locked on to. The arrows whizzed through an impossible obstacle of nets and slides until they finally reached their destination. The Wildcard mentally gave himself a score of 10 after watching his own miraculous display of marksmanship. The sensory explosives that where revealed in Clutch's initial scan met with the explosives in the arrowhead's of his projectiles. The resulting explosion was massive, managing to shake the entire place while hurling debris and shrapnel.
The Mercenary was not immune to his own destruction as a wave of hot sharpened plastic from the explosion came crashing into his skin before he jumped into a deep ocean of colored spheres , and climbed a ladder that led him to a brief resting point. The ebon-clad mercenary's minor wounds had healed as he summoned a jet black M855A1 and he stretched into a prone position in the nest of net that hovered over the a sea of plastic balls 10 feet down. He stared through the scope of his death-spitting assault rifle while staying vigilant for any move made. He was losing his mind but he still knew he wanted to eat another soul.
"Don't worry , I'll help you." Serenity spoke but Clutch remained silent and kept his trigger finger ready.
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