BOOM!

Subarashii fell out of his seat as the ship suddenly rocked from the force of the impact.

"Howlett! Status report!"

"For the last time, it's Logan!" James Howlett, aka Logan, aka Wolverine yelled back.

"Whatever! What's going on? Are we still in one piece?"

"The impact knocked us off course, but the damage has been minimal!"

"Wilson!" Subarashii barked, turning to another member of his crew. "Get a visual up ASAP! I want to know what the hell just hit us!"

"Aye aye, mon capitane!" Wade Wilson, aka Deadpool shouted back.

"Brown!" Subarashii shouted, turning to another crewmate. "Get the shields up and running at maximum power! Whatever's decided to pick a fight with us, we can't take any chances!"

"Right, sir!" Doctor Emmitt Brown replied, quickly turning to his control panel.

"Kiddo!" Subarashii yelled, turning to yet another crewmember. "As soon as we figure out what's attacking us, I want you to start firing those cannons like our lives depended on it, got me?"

"Loud and clear!" Beatrix Kiddo shouted back.

"Winnfield!" Subarashii called, looking at another member. "I need battle strategies, and I need 'em now!"

"How can you expect me to come up with something when we don't even know what we're up against?" Jules Winnfield shouted back. "I ain't a motherfuckin' miracle worker here!"

"Well you're our resident holy man, so who else am I going to turn to for some goddamn miracles?"

"Maybe someone who's willing to tolerate you blaspheming every five minutes!"

"You're the one who says "motherfucker" like it's going out of style!"

"Captain!"

"WHAT?" Subarashii yelled, turning the source of the voice.

"Sheesh, so sorry for interrupting your oh-so-important talk, Cap." Deadpool responded, holding his hands up in front of him.

Subarashii sighed. "Visual, Wilson. What's going on?"

"Well…you're not going to like it."

Subarashii raised an eyebrow. "Do I ever like it?"

"Well, when you're in the mood to be all gung-ho and stuff-"

"OK, OK. What is it?"

Deadpool sighed, the rest of the crew hanging on his every word.

"It's the sharks, sir. They've made it to space."

The room grew deathly quiet as Deadpool's words hung in the air. Subarashii looked around at his crewmembers, each of them clearly afraid of what was coming for them.

"Alright, alright, nobody panic!" Subarashii ordered. "There has to be a misunderstanding, we know sharks can't breathe in space-"

"Um, actually, that's not all." Deadpool interrupted.

"…you mean to tell me there's more?"

"Well…the reason that they're breathing is that they're…kinda, sorta…undead."

Subarashii stared at Deadpool in disbelief. He placed his hands on his shoulders, looking directly at him.

"Wade…are you trying to tell me that we're fighting space-faring zombie sharks?"

"More or less."

"…show me."

Deadpool led Subarashii over to the computer panel, quickly pressing a few buttons. They and the rest of the crew looked up at the screen as their new enemies appeared.

Subarashii grimaced as he saw the sharks floating in the emptiness of space, acting as though they had never left the waters of Earth. What was truly disturbing was the decay. Bits and pieces of the sharks were floating around them, somehow still chained to their general areas despite being detached from their bodies. Some were missing fins, some of them had only a few teeth, others were missing huge chunks of skin. One of them clearly had an intestine dangling out underneath it, while another's ribs were visible.

One shark that was directly ahead of them seemed to be the leader of the pack, if only because it was slightly ahead of the rest of them. One of its eyes was missing, and the other was purely white. Chunks of its flesh were missing, but what remained was deathly pale, almost impossible for a normal shark. Its mouth opened and closed, almost in anticipation of hunting down the prey waiting inside of the ship.

But what was truly disturbing to Subarashii were the sheer numbers in front of them. Sharks seemed to be surrounding the entire ship, leaving few gaps for any chance to escape. And from what Subarashii could see, more sharks were on their way, trailing behind the main force by quite a bit.

"OK…" Subarashii began. "Everybody stay calm."

"We're actually pretty calm already, bub." Logan remarked.

"Well, not everyone here has magical healing powers like you and Wilson, so they have more reason to panic."

"Captain?" a voice called out.

Subarashii looked up to see a blue light shining down from the ceiling.

"What is it, Wheatley?"

"I've done some calculations regarding the odds of us making it through this in one piece, and going by the sheer number of enemies, multiplied by their inability to die outside of destruction of the brain, their intense desire to eat you all, and the possibility of them being able to turn you into zombies as well-"

"Dammit Wheatley, I keep telling you: English!"

"…your English or my English?"

"My English, motherfucker!"

"HEY!" Jules shouted.

"Shut up!" Subarashii replied.

Wheatley sighed. "Alright, in your English: We be royally fucked."

Subarashii looked up at Wheatley, clearly exasperated by everything that he heard today.

"…Wheatley, remind me again why I brought you into this crew?"

"…my charming personality and cute accent?"

"Sounds right to me." Beatrix commented.

Subarashii sighed. "Is this really the time, Kiddo?"

Beatrix simply shrugged in reply.

Subarashii turned around to face the crew, crossing his arms and showing a defeated look on his face.

"…alright folks. We all knew this day was going to come sooner or later. It was just a matter of time. …but I'm not going to lie to you and say that I expected it to be this bad. We're outnumbered, we're unprepared, and we're up against one of the most horrifying concepts ever conjured."

The room grew quiet again, each member realizing the severity of the situation. After a short while, Deadpool spoke.

"Um, isn't this the part where you talk about how we're still going to beat them because we're friggin' awesome?"

"When I can think of an appropriate speech that doesn't feel like me just placating everyone, I'll be happy to share."

Subarashii then turned to Emmitt Brown. "Doc, get those shields up at full power pronto. Maybe we can make it through if we keep our defenses strong."

Doc nodded, turning to his control panel. Subarashii then looked at Jules.

"Winnfield…now would be a really good time for you to ask God for a favour."

Jules crossed his arms. "Frankly, I don't think he's on speaking terms with you."

"Tell him I'll build a church or something if he saves our asses."

"Captain!" Doc Brown suddenly called out. "We're getting a transmission!"

Subarashii turned to look at Doc. "From who?"

"…Great Scott, it's Williams!"

Subarashii ran over to him. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely!"

A grin came over Subarashii's face, before he looked back at Jules.

"Winnfield, tell God I said thanks, and then get over to Kiddo's position at the cannons! Clear a pathway for Williams to get through!"

Jules nodded, running over to another panel.

"Kiddo, get below deck and get the others into battleships! Wipe out as many sharks as you can so Williams can get over here!"

Beatrix nodded and started heading out of the room.

"Wait!" Subarashii called, suddenly remembering something.

Beatrix stopped. "What?"

"Whatever you do, do not let Oliver pilot! We can't afford to lose any more ships!"

Beatrix sighed. "Shouldn't you be a bit more respectful to a former Power Ranger?"

"I don't care if he was five different Rangers, the man has a habit of blowing up machines! I'm not about to have him go on a suicide run when we have a chance of getting through this!"

Beatrix shook her head, but ran out of the room regardless.

"Everyone else, maintain your positions! We've got a fighting chance and we can't waste it!"

Subarashii sat back in his seat, eyes on the screen in front of him.

The battle was hectic, both sides losing members. A number of times the ship was rocked by another attack, the sharks somehow being able to pass through the shields. Before long, though, another ship could be seen in the distance.

"There he is!" Subarashii called out. "Clear a pathway for him! I want him on this ship now!"

Subarashii watched as lazers lanced out into space, vaporizing a number of sharks that were directly in the ship's way. The ship raced toward Subarashii's own, soon making contact with it.

Subarashii leapt out of his seat and tore out of the room, heading down to the docking station. He skidded to a halt just in time for a bright flash of light to illuminate the area.

The light soon faded, and a smile came over Subarashii's face as he saw the figure standing in its place.

"Mr. Williams, you have no idea how happy I am to see you."

"I'm gonna go on a limb and guess that you're pretty fucking ecstatic." Ashley J. Williams responded.

Subarashii grinned, walking over to Ash. "This is perfect. There's absolutely no chance for us to lose to these freaks with you here-"

"Whoa, hang on a sec, kid." Ash interrupted, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "There's something I've got to tell you."

Subarashii blinked in surprise. "What?"

"Everyone on this ship is going to die."

Subarashii stared at Ash in disbelief, not understanding why he would suddenly say that.

"…what the hell are you talking about? We've got you! We've got two immortal Canadian mutants! We've got two former assassins, one of them with a sword made by Hattori Hanzo! We've got a scientist that perfected time travel, a Personality Core, and a former Power Ranger, among others! And we've got you! The most badass demon hunter who ever lived! How could we lose?"

Ash looked away from Subarashii, only putting him even more on edge.

"…easy."

When Ash looked back at Subarashii, his eyes widened. Ash's face had changed to one that Subarashii had seen before. One that he knew all too well.

One that he could never forget.

"It's because you aren't good enough."

/

Subarashii let out a gasp, sitting up in his bed. His breathing came out in short, ragged breaths, the last images of his dream still vibrantly clear in his mind.

He looked around his darkened room, slowly awakening fully. There were no sharks, no fellow crewmembers, no real threat. Everything was back to the way it normally was.

He was alone again.

It's because you aren't good enough.

Subarashii snarled as the words resurfaced in his mind. Without a word, he got off of his bed and started to get dressed.

You aren't good enough. He pulled on his pants, doing up the belt shortly afterwards.

You haven't ever been good enough. He slipped on his boots, doing up the straps.

What makes you think you ever will be good enough? He pulled his white shirt on.

What makes you think you can match these expectations? He slipped into his long white coat, adjusting the collar slightly.

He stopped, looking at his mirror that hung on the wall beside his bed. His trusty hat sat on the dresser beside it, close to him so that no one else could touch it without him knowing.

He stared at his reflection, looking at his weary eyes and tired expression. He thought about how many of his dreams ended in such a fashion. That one face telling him what he felt to be true.

It's because you aren't good enough.

Subarashii growled, reaching beside him and grabbing his hat, placing it atop his head.

I'm not good enough, huh? he thought.

He turned away, marching for the door to leave his room.

He had been told time and again that he wasn't good enough. Not good enough to call himself the greatest of anything, much less the entire universe.

So he chose to prove them wrong.

/

Yeah, this was just a little idea that I had.

Review should be coming soon.