Hello everyone, guess who's back with more content!

Stewart92, but me as well, I guess.

So, the Sufficient Velocity story version of this Quest is now officially up in its entirety, and by god, none of you knew what you were voting 'No' too, did you?

You were voting to KEEP THE QUEST POLLS SEPARATE PER SITE. As in, The SpaceBattles Version could vote for this one direction, but the Sufficent Velocity version could go for a different path depending on THEIR votes. Instead, we now have one massive pile of votes that come from The Battles, Velocity, and Fanfiction to decide each chapter. Congrats.

Still, you live with what ya vote for, so here's the winning vote, and boy howdy, am I happy about it.

Spoiler: Winning Vote

[X]Commence Swearing
-Sweet sucking sour stupid stifling slugballs! What in the actual, living embodiment of painful, psychotic psychadelic fucking fuckery would cause a soul to feel like it was doused in napalm!? Fuck me for being a fucking dumbass on the level of the collective whole of the assholes who thought reality tv was a good idea! How in the grand wide world of idiotic, nasty, shit-filled maggotpiles and rotten beaver carcasses did I not see this coming? Damn it all to the ninth level of whatever hells exist, if I ever fucking willingly get my soul janked with again I'll commit myself to the most putrid, sweaty, sicknasty pigsty of an asylum for the sheer, brain-cell killing, E.T. the game levels of moron generating, nightmare inducing, thoughtless dumbfuckery!
-[X] Commit Everything to Memory, you can't miss this Knowledge.
-[X]Feel free to drop entire sentences if the combination of pain and alliteration makes it hard to actually memorize this shit.

Though I will say this now. We're not gonna remember ANY of that, what with the excruciating pain that's coming from our brain and what feels like the pit of your Heart. Yeah.

That said, let's see what our words do!

The pain was literally unlike any you had endured or even heard of before.

When Kid had knocked you out of the air in Thailand, it felt like all the air in your body had been forced out of you, leaving you struggling to move your suddenly heavy limbs and spasming organs.

When Kimiko lit you on fire, it felt like, well, FIRE burning your skin to a crisp, nearly forced you to blackout from lack of oxygen to your lungs, and left you feeling stiff and wrong for a moment when the Showdown ended and you were suddenly fine.

This right now? This was SO MUCH WORSE.

It felt like you were the ground, and there were roots DIGGING THROUGH YOUR BRAIN ALL THE WAY DOWN TO YOUR HEART. It wasn't even just that though. While the piercing pain drove through your being from above, your feet and arms felt like they were just going to fall off, gravity weighing them down a million times more than before.

As this happened, you refused to give into the pain, REFUSED to let this be the end of you. So, you tried to distract yourself the only way you could at the time.

By swearing as hard as you could without biting your tongue.

"Sweet sucking sour stupid stifling slugballs! What in the actual, living embodiment of painful, psychotic psychadelic fucking fuckery would cause a soul to feel like it was doused in Napalm!?" It was kinda working, but you needed to do more, nearly cutting your own mouth in your vitriol.

"Fuck me for being a fucking DUMBASS on the level of the collective whole of the assholes who thought reality TV was a good idea! How in the grand wide world of idiotic, nasty, shit-filled maggot-infested and rotten beaver carcasses did I not see this coming? Damn it all to the ninth level of whatever Hells exist, if I ever fucking willingly get my soul janked with again I'll commit myself to the most putrid, sweaty, sick, nasty pigsty of an asylum for the sheer, brain-cell killing,E.T. the Game levels of moron generating, nightmare inducing, thoughtless Tom-Fuckery!" You finally finished howling through the pain, leaving your voice just as hoarse as the rest of you felt now.

As you fell bonelessly to the ground, letting the cool, damp air of the Jungle envelop your lungs with cool relief, you soon noticed Oro standing in the same place he was before, if perhaps with a smaller grin. You could NOT find it in yourself to care right now.

"I must say Cub, if your first response to pain is to swear at it creatively, then you and I may get along MUCH better than I thought. And for the record, there are 11 Hells, not 9." Oro finished matter of factly, now retreating to his previous seat, which was apparently a wooden elephant, which had risen to its 'feet' at some point during your episode.

You merely nodded your head, feeling so exhausted that you didn't even bother to question how Oro knew how many Hell's there were, or WHy he would know that.

As you felt consciousness leave you, the last thing you heard was 'Tell me' before the gentle embrace of Darkness enveloped you.

POV Shift: Oro?

[] YES

[] NO

TIME SKIP: ? Hours

You felt your eyes scrunch together at the feeling of moisture hitting your face. You turned yourself over to escape the pesky drip, but again it landed in the same place. Annoyed by this, you raised a hand to both wipe your face and block any further water from breaking your pleasant dreams. As you did so however, your hand came into contact before coming to your face.

Whatever it was, it was big, it was furry, and it made a little sound when you touched it.

You cautiously opened one eye, already beginning to fear what the strange source of the liquid was.

And sure enough, there above your sleeping form was a massive panther. Sleek body practically bursting with muscle, orange eyes reflecting your own growing panic in them, and lets not forget the open mouth of which was releasing apparently drool on you.

Spoiler: Nice Kitty?

While able to stop yourself from screaming, or rather shrieking, in panic, you still let out a rather shrill squeal for a moment, before stopping yourself and wondering if this is how you would die. To one of the cats your Sister loved so much.

Surprisingly, it looked like Death would NOT be making a visit today, as the panther merely rolled its expressive eyes as he drew back his tongue and moved away form his position over top of your unconscious form, and more towards what you now noticed to be a doorway without the threat of death literally looming over you.

Now back into a proper frame of mind, you slowly rose from your now formed sitting position, and made your way way over to the large cat, wondering if this was still a dream.

Granted, if it was, it would certainly explain how you were feeling right about now.

Every breath felt fuller, your arms and legs had never felt lighter, hell, you could barely tell you were wearing your Combat Jet on your back, which was conveniently located in the corner of the room you had found yourself in, along with the rest of your clothes.

In short, you felt like a literal biotic man, minus the need to get every limb and organ replaced by machinery (That way lied stupidity and EMP-fearing)

Still though, even as you cautiously followed the panther, who had now started to walk ahead of you, seeing you up and clothed, you tried to take in as much of your surroundings as you could as you walked.

And boy, was there a lot.

Everywhere you looked, there was some kind of mask or weapon, with seemingly no order or reason to be put next to each other. Stereotypical tribalist masks hung next to katanas and throwing stars, tomahawks and shotguns held in an umbrella rack shaped like a three toed leg, it was such a random hodge-podge of culture you're mind could barely comprehend it.

This wasn't even like your grandparents trophies, where there was evidence of use or even breaking in some cases, these just looked like random (albeit deadly) pieces of junk that just cluttered next to each other as they were strewn about.

So as you pondered the possible reasons to WHY in the hallways, you soon reached the first set of doors you had seen since beginning to walk, with two bar like handles on either side, temple-style. Before you could even reach for one of them, the panther acted first, balancing on two legs and pulling them both open what a motion you were SURE should not be possible for an animal with four legs to do.

But, sure enough, apparently you needed to touch up with biology, cause the doors swung open with a light breeze. Inside...was what looked to be a fairly average dining nook, if one made entirely of wood, just like the rest of the place you'd seen.

What made it unique however, was the sight of both Oro and Wuya, who had seemed to be having a conversation before the door opened, drawing both their attentions to your form.

As you're eyes met theirs, you began to say...

[] Okay, where'd I wake up THIS time?

[] I think I found your cat? Or he found me, I guess...

[] Why do I feel like walking on Sunshine right now?

[] THE FUCK.

[] Write-In

CHOOSE ONE

END OF CHAPTER

And there we have it. Hope you all enjoyed this, cause I sure did. ALSO, because it's been a bit since this happened, I feel it necessary, especially due to some of our reactions.

GAIN!

Minor Flaw/Perk! -Mouth Of The Sailor!-: With this ability, when in either great pain, mental duress, or just reaching the end of your rope, you can use your intimate grasp on Swearing to show whoever brought you to that point just how much! This will make you extra easy to talk too for the rough and tumble kind of MOTHOFUKAS, but be careful! Too much of a good thing can set off the more 'polite' kind of people, who wouldn't be afraid to reply with a good ol' Can of Whoop-Ass, if ya catch my drift!

Well, That's all for now folks! Make sure to leave your votes, and lots of discussion. Or, alternatively, if you write an omake for this Story, I'll answer any one question you give me! BUT, the story MUST be equal to at LEAST 750 to 1,000 words! NOW, I wish you all, a GOOD NIGHT!

*SMOKEBOMB!*