"So, what did you want to show me?" Two Plumbers spoke to one another as they descended into a deep, underground lab, far away from the others and far from the more populated areas. This Plumber base was not as large or as complex, and only housed about fifty workers on it, not counting non-combatants such as janitors and vendors. Being placed on a station bound nearby Piscciss, not a lot really happened as few enemies tried to attack an artificial water world; there was no point and even then…few want to piss off the Piscciss Volanns.

Either way, the two Plumbers were in deep contrast to one another; the first one was a Lepidoterran, clad in a white and green jumpsuit and with the Plumber emblem on his face, almost in homage to the fabled Omnitrix wielder's scheme. In his three fingered hands, he held a tablet that he eagerly tapped away at, conversing with his companion and informing him of something as they descended deeper into the orbital base. However, his companion was entirely different.

The Orishan wore gold and red armor on his body, covering his chest, forearms, shins and feet, and underneath it was clear his own exoskeleton was a lighter white color. His black pants had a few white bandings along them and his hood remained the same pale color, as all four eyes were focused on the dragon-fly alien. With his arms crossed and his posture showing nobility, it was clear he was one of the higher ups in the Plumber chain of command.

"None the less," His water-logged voiced resonated. "What's the purpose for calling me out here, Guido? It's not easy for me to venture this far."

"I-It's important, captain Aquas! This thing was recovered in one of their bases! You have to see it!"

"Uh huh, and who is their anyhow? Considering I have very little information on what to go on you can't expect me to draw a conclusion here."

"Oh, s-sorry. Anyhow, we found him out near Pyros…in an unknown station; it seemed Incursean but the surreal emblem we just couldn't nail down." That caught Aquas' attention.

"That makes no sense…who's out there?"

"We're unsure; when the Plumbers ventured into the station with standard protocol but, we couldn't find anything."

"Well shit, that's not good…how populated was the facility?"

"Oddly, it was unpopulated…abandoned, even. The ones in control of it seemed to abandon it some time ago, and leave a handful of things inside that we used to trace back to them. One of these was…well it'll be better if you see it for yourself." They stood in front of a red energy barrier; a cell, no doubt. As for what it contained, that much was impossible to see as the small room was blanketed in darkness.

"See what—" The Orishan didn't finish; a hand banged on the barrier, one that made him wince and reach for his E-Handgun upon impulse. The creature that was within gradually made itself known, and it was…haunting to look at.

Standing a whole head taller than him, the beast was large and imposing; barrel chested and thin waisted, it stood on a pair of pale white digitigrade legs with four crimson red talons ending on it, the first talon being a lengthy sickle toe claw like that of a Dromeosaur, as a girthy, spike covered tail swished behind it, ending with a grey colored pincer, the entire limb being a shade of orange with stripes and lavender along the underside of it. Its shoulders were broad yet its arms weren't all that muscled, appearing rather slim and ending in four crimson talons as well, even with a pair of smaller arms below it, originating from the sides of its torso as opposed to shoulders, though the smaller arms had white flecks along them and lighter claws. Its hands were four fingered as well, with the last one being a clawed thumb, and with each digit ending with the same ruby red claw and a slim palm, complete with a fleshy, black hole in it for something to be launched from. Interestingly, Aquas could make out black, rocky hide along its forearms and back, and the flesh there was more along the lines of chitin, segmented and obsidian in coloration while its underbelly was a greyer color. Byzantium purple feathers rested around its tail, forearms, and the back of the head, giving it plumage that seemed to make it even more imposing. But its head was the most haunting, even as it was supported on a long, grey colored neck; long and wide and adorned with gill-like slits, with a crimson horn present on the front and a gaping maw, with sunken in black eyes with nearly glowing red irises, and even with a pair of lengthy azure antenna on his head, twitching and moving as he moved about the cell…it was no secret what sort of head the creature had.

"The Tyrannopede…?"

"Not just that, captain," The Lepidoterran began, as the creature moved back into the darkness, giving the Orishan the view of the beast clad in a pair of baggy green pants running down to his ankles, no doubt provided by the Plumbers to give a sense of decency. "All of the features on the beast should look known to you…look closer." Pressing his hand to the field, Aquas could indeed see what the bug meant.

Every feature and body part on that monster were from a Nemetrix based alien: the head of a Tyrannopede, the tail of a Slamworm, the legs of a Buglizard, the rocky hide of a Crabdozer and no doubt the fire cancelation quirk, the feathers of an Omnivoracious, the lower claws of a Terroranchula, and lastly the eyes and antenna of the Psycholepterran; the Hypnotick. The other Nemetrix aliens had no presence there but it was very clear that they were in there somewhere.

"…who did this?" The Orishan asked, turning to look at the bug now, four eyes narrowed into firm slits. "Who made such a creature happen?"

"It had to have been the Incurseans who were there, or whoever was in control of that place…we found him inside of a cell, trapped and alone. Whatever made them abandon that facility, it wasn't him, or if it was, it was for reasons we can't fathom." Testing something, Aquas tapped the field a bit, getting the deformed hybrid's attention and making him lift his head and look his way.

…just the sight of the creature sent shivers down the mollusk's spine; many predators in one form.

"Can you understand me?" When the hybrid nodded, he got even more intrigued, putting his full focus on the beast. "Do you have a name?"

"…Saur…on…" The voice was gaunt and low, but it was still audible.

"Was that your birth name or your given name? How did you come to be?"

"I can't remember," This made Aquas' interest turn to…a bit of concern now. "All I remember is waking up in that cell, and what they told me, the strange aliens in the armors and suits…the voices…they rave and rage…they torment me…more than anything…" That made sense; he had the components of many of the Omnitrix Aliens' deadliest predators in there. It'd be only natural that his mind would share their mentality, or at the very worst, meld together with it.

Still, he couldn't tell them anything; his memory was gone in heavy chunks. Who knows what he could have been told.

"…who are you?" Now it was his turn to ask the questions, and Aquas felt it was right to give him an answer.

"Someone you can trust. You're safe now, Sauron, so rest easy…you're with the good guys."

"Good guys…? I remember so little…except for what they taught me, how they trained me…what these voices tell me…I don't want to hurt anyone…I don't want to be a gun." Turning away from Sauron, Aquas tapped the bug alien next to him, motioning to the cell.

"Did you run a scan on him? Figure out what he's made of?"

"Yep, and like you see there he's composed of essentially all the alien megafauna that was inside of the Nemetrix, and with it, he also seems to have many of their abilities as well, even extremely adhesive slime from his palms and heavy resistance to electrical attacks like the Cerbocrustacean predator. However, there is a sadder aspect to him than just his lack of memory."

"And what's that?"

"He was originally human." That…made Aquas fall silent. "He was born human; the homo sapien DNA is much more prevalent when compared to the primal Aliens, so it's safe to say they used something to force these genes into him and change him into this, or perhaps just outright exposed him to the Nemetrix itself and saw if he could use it. His mind must be how it is because of the flushed memories, remaining intact despite the Nemetrix basically atomizing a sentient mind upon usage…the Plumbers said the only major memories he knew were basic motor functions and what things were, but who he is in general is lost to him."

"Can the process be reversed?"

"We're not sure; like with the infamous Rooter known as Phil Billings, he was experimented on with the Nemetrix at some point, and because of that, it's possible that he could one day shift back into his original form. We should consider it a miracle at all he has not succumbed to his new primal, overpowering instincts and completely gone mad."

"That, or he just can't figure out which set of instincts to obey and listen to. The minds of those predators melded and fused with his own…it's probably devastating and ruining what little psyche remains. Who knows; they could be warring in there, fighting amongst his mind for control over it. Tyrannopedes are territorial predators whereas the Buglizards are pack hunters…and don't even get me started on Slamworms and their hunting habits, or the habits of the Mucilator. Any ideas for what to do with him?"

"That's why I called you here, captain. The Plumbers here really have no clear idea what we should do with him, and we're not sure if he can be trusted around his…prey, so to speak, considering many of the typical prey animals for him are Plumbers."

"Has he tried to snap at you?"

"Well no, but—"

"Then he's either gotten those impulses under control, or he's just smart enough not to bite the hand that feeds. Still, it's clear he can understand us…I want to test something." Before the Lepidoterran could say another word, Aquas mashed his hand against a panel, and stood firm.

Why?

Because moments later, the field slowly fell, and he stepped inside. Instead of being greeted with animosity and raw danger, the hybrid instead retreated away from Aquas, pushing himself as far into the corner as his large frame could fit.

"Go away…I…don't want to hurt you."

"You won't; I'm not stupid," He knelt in front of him, making sure to maintain eye-contact and show no ounce of fear, even though he knew that at any time Sauron could accidentally hypnotize him and try to attack him. "Do you know who I am?"

"I can't remember anything…so…no."

"Captain Aquas; two years ago, someone a lot like you helped me realize who I am, and pushed me to become something better than I am now. Two years ago, when the Incurseans attacked Earth and many other worlds, we fought to defend it against their wrath and I lost that friend. He struggled to contain and suppress his urges as well; his primal instinct that demanded him to attack and devour anyone and anything that got in his way. Sometimes, those urges got the better of him, but he always did it to protect my friends and I, and in the end, that sort of courage and valor helped him save not only Earth, but the entire universe."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I'm seeing the same potential in you that he saw in me. Those urges of yours, don't suppress them…use them. Bend them to your will and allow them to help guide you to find out who did this to you, and who took the one thing no one should ever lose; their memories. Sauron, I want to help you find out who did this, and I want to make sure you return to how you were before, and become yourself once more." The Orishan reached his hand out, holding it aloft for the hybridized beast, and he waited…he knew this was the hard part; motivating him enough to come to his side…to theirs.

His speech was ended, by a simple question…one that he was asked at one point in time, by a Petrosapien like no other.

"Will you become a Plumber, and fight to uncover your past?"

Sudden weight in his hand made his maw smirk behind its chitin, as he watched the irises of Sauron nearly glimmer with untamed furor and confidence, the Nemetrix hybrid standing very slowly, and crossing one of his smaller arms over his chest.

"Gladly."


(Second Chance got a sequel; you knew it was going to happen, and now, we're tackling a new hero with his own personal campaign, and this story's gonna be weird since it's set after the events of Omniverse, and Ben and many of his companions are gone off exploring the new universe molded following the defeat of the corrupted Chronosapien. It'll be weird to work with, but if you enjoyed that story, this one could also hit some points and do well with the new writing styles I've picked up. Stay tuned for more of this story, as I'll hopefully update when I can.)