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Also, completely random but earlier this week my mind was like "oh hey remember Transformers Prime" and I've been hyperfixating on that all his week.
"So," the Osmosian started. "Why we at this Rushmore place?"
"It's the main Plumbers base for Earth and the Peptos-Nona-Dualblade Section of the Galactic Enforcers want to use it as a secondary base," one of the humans explained, looking at the Osmosian.
"Still gonna say Nona-One is a dumb name for your system," the Osmosian commented. "Welp, let's hope that changing it to Oct-One passes."
"What I don't understand is why the Galactic Enforcers grouped our system and the Peptos System with the Dual Sunblade System when the Numen Tale System is closer," the other human replied.
"Phil, buddy, what you gotta understand is that due to the Numen Tale Accords, they can't touch that system until the honestly fantasy creatures there all agree that reaching out is best," the Osmosian replied.
"Devin," the first human warned.
"Am I not wrong?" the Osmosian questioned.
The two humans wore basically identical outfits, a pale blue spacesuit-like with black and silvery metal bits here and there. The symbol of their organization, a red dot on a curved and wrapped square, sat over their hearts. Their heads were covered by a helmet with a black full face visor and a pale blue hood.
The Osmosian, while having the same spacesuit-like on, wasn't wearing the helmet. His hair was pitch black and his skin was slightly pale. His brown eyes looked around and his four horns, two on his forehead and two behind them going into his hair, were the same color as his skin. The helmet, altered slightly for the horns, was held under his arm.
As they passed the main storage room, Devin whistled. "Man, this place is hardcore."
Phil cut in, saying, "Magister Tennyson, do we need to prepare anything?"
The first human answered, "We need to allow the Galactic Enforcers in, get them in, and get them into the Rushmore database. Is that clear, Agent Billings and Agent Levin?"
"Understood, Magister Tennyson," Phil nodded.
"Yea, yea, I got it," Devin scoffed.
-(…)-
"That was the last major mission I did for the Plumbers," Max mostly finished. "After doing a few days of mostly silence and paperwork, I decided to retire to be with my family. I'm pretty sure Phil Billings retired soon after. Not too sure what happened to Devin Levin, he was moved to a different team when after I retired."
"What bullshit that is," EightEight growled as Kevin looked away from the elder Tennyson.
"Mm, I don't think he understands Sotoraggian," Thornapple hummed from his place leaning against the wall. When he heard that a freaking Plumber was at Sparksville, he joined in if only to keep an eye on him. He knew that someone like Malice would be better for that purpose, but hey it gets him info to pass to Dragua.
"Did you already know about the Omnitrix and Predatrix?" Gwen asked.
"Not really, just rumors and scuttlebutt. I was just as surprised as you two when the watches turned up on your wrists," Max replied. "If a bit… confused." He glanced at Ben as he said that, but didn't keep his eyes on his grandson.
"Confused how?" Thornapple hummed.
Max raised a brow slightly. "You never wondered why the Predatrix never turned against the Omnitrix?"
"Not my job. Ask the creator, I guess," Thornapple answered, blue eye seemingly staring into Max's soul.
"How was not telling us… protecting us?" Ben asked. The room fell into a tense silence.
Max looked towards a wall. "I didn't want to lose anyone again," Max sighed.
Thornapple stood up and walked over to Max. The Spring Florauna looked over to EightEight and nodded. The Sotoraggian stood up and went over to the Wyrmlings, gurgling, "Follow me."
Thornapple blocked Max's view of the Sotoraggian and he said, "Us two need to talk." Thornapple then went towards one of the doors, Max stalling as he stood up. The Florauna stared at him and tilted his head towards the door. Max looked at Gwen and Ben, but the two were looking at EightEight. Max turned away just as EightEight started towards the other door. The Wyrmlings followed, splitting off from the other two.
"Get your masks on," EightEight stated. "We're going outside and it's better to be safe than sorry." She put her own ID mask on.
"Where are we going?" Kevin asked as they did so.
"You'll see when we get there," she replied. They left the building and started towards the edge of the town.
Once they got to the building, they entered and saw Peregrine perched on the counter.
She looked at them and said, "Hey, what's up?" EightEight walked over and pointed to the flower on the desk. It was white and it's petals seemed stiff and curved like blades. Peregrine blinked before saying, "Oh, that thing! Yea, I already got Nezu to look at it, the little Galvan said that the Dark Eagle was good to go."
"… what," Kevin squawked. Ben stared at EightEight as Gwen(.exe) 'crashed'.
"You didn't tell them?" Allie asked. EightEight shrugged. The disguised Planchakule looked at them and added, "It's what Afri-mask called her ship. Though, right now it's disguised as an RV, so ney."
"How common is it for spaceships to have names outside of Earth?" Ben asked, being the first to break out of his shock.
"I can't remember the exact data, but from what I remember, one out of maybe nearly two thousand ships don't have a personalized name," Allie replied. "Although, most that don't have a personalized name are typically small, battle designed ships." Ben nodded. Allie looked at EightEight and said, "Have fun." EightEight nodded and began walking back with the Wyrmlings following.
-()-
"Alright, hindsight is 20 20 and all that, but what do you think you would've done differently to prevent them from wandering off?" Thornapple asked, staring down at Maxwell.
Maxwell was quiet before muttering, "When I recognized the Vladat, I-"
"I'm sorry, Vladat?" Thornapple cut, blinking.
"From what I overheard from them discussing names for their forms, he called it Dracula," Max replied.
"Vladats are myths and if they aren't, they're dead. There's no way except through banned tech or magic there's any still around," Thornapple growled. "I can dismiss the Predatrix having a Omnivarious form due to it being known that said bird's DNA lives through hell and back. Vladat's have no such prove."
There was a silence before Max said, "When I saw Dracula and thought he was a Vladat, I could've reacted differently. I think that is what made them suspicious of me."
"Because I will not be surprised if you reacted poorly," Thornapple replied.
"More… surprise, than anything," Max muttered. The elder Tennyson looked at him. "Do you know a way I can earn back their trust?"
"Mm, good luck with that," Thornapple replied, looking towards the window. Max followed his gaze, but it just landed on a flower bed of white flowers whose petals curved like blades.
After a few odd seconds of silence, Max muttered, "Thorn-apples… I remember Sheelane saying it was one of her favorite flowers." The Florauna hummed.
"Now," Thornapple started, snapping Max's attention back to him. "This is what we- well, mostly you, really- are going to do."
-()-
EightEight stopped near a vehicle that appeared as an oddly shaped RV painted a dark navy blue. On the side of the vehicle were eight colored 'stars', each a different color. From largest to smallest, the colors were orange, purple, red, magenta, sky blue, teal, yellow, and pink. She took out some sort of key-like device and held it up to a door. Something clicked and EightEight pushed the door open. She motioned for the Wyrmlings to follow before going in, which the trio did.
The inside was a pristine silver color with highlights of silvery orange. On the left was the driver seat and a passenger seat, looking out a somewhat black tinted window. Behind the passenger seat was a table with two restaurant-like seats on either side of it. Above the tables were cabinets that had a sleek design. Opposite of the table, behind the driver seat, was a couch that seemed divided into two sections, one facing the table and the other facing an extremely alien TV attached to the wall. On the other side of the TV was what seemed like a fridge with the door they entered from mirroring it. The other half of the interior seemed to be reserved for beds and extra storage. Strangely, on the table sat a red cube, but EightEight snatched it up and put it in a cabinet.
"Um… why are we here, Sister EightEight?" Gwen asked.
"I asked Thornapple to ask Dragua about letting us move around so you three could have different places to train. I guess the Ectonurite happening and the whole Plumber thing convinced him, but not complaining," EightEight replied. "Before I forget, because we mostly won't be staying near any Dragoon bases, you can either ditch the mask while we're not training or use your ID mask to make a human disguise."
"But we are human," Ben replied.
"A human that isn't you, then," EightEight gurgled. She took off her ID mask before adding, "While we're in public, refer to me as Dealla. If anyone asks for a last name, it's Stella." She did something with it before putting it back on. When the disguise finished forming, she appeared as a tall, colored woman with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and wearing a purple t-shirt, black shorts, and simple black shoes.
"How… did you do that?" Kevin asked.
"I can show you," EightEight- Dealla, same same- replied. Kevin nodded as Gwen and Ben took off their masks and looked around again.
-()-
The not-Osmosians talked to each other about something as she glared at them through her mask and the bars of the cage. They were smarter than her last few attempts, putting her in a cage with the lock on the top. She came up to the side she remembered the lid closed towards as the not-Osmosians began to yell. She looked, then promptly stared at the one not-Osmosian staring at her.
The not-Osmosian staring at her said something, briefly looking towards the other not-Osmosians before looking back. The others fell silent and looked at her. She growled, "What are you, scared?"
The not-Osmosian who first stared at her- it was the only one to have glasses, she realized- said something towards the others. As she looked at them, she started making semi-names for them based on their helmet piece. Mid-Sotoricity, the one with the horned helmet, replied something while Mouthguard, the one with their eyes exposed, just looked at Mid-Sotoricity. When the horned one finished, Glasses rambled something. She frowned. The rest looked so freaking generic with the same helmet and everything.
She growled again. "Let me out!" she roared, suddenly kicking the bars. The bar bent and snapped in half, causing the not-Osmosians to back away with a flinch. She dashed out before they got react, ripping the sword-like weapon from Mid-Sotoricity's belt. She slammed into the door, she growling as it didn't move, before turning on the laser sword- praise Celestialsapiens, she was right. She stared them down as she started to shake the sword.
Mid-Sotoricity barked something, while Glasses darted away, Mouthguard took out his sword, the generics followed suit. Man, if they didn't take her talon away after the third attempt, this would have been so extremely fun. She turned towards some of the generics, yelled, "For perished!" then released a wave of red energy from the sword towards them.
The wave crashed into them, causing them to scream as she jumped up. A smirk formed under her mask as she perched on the weird door ledge thing and shook the sword again. When the leftover generics stalled, Mouthguard yelled something.
She let out a laugh that definitely put off the not-Osmosians. Oh, this was so much fun, even without her talon! She would have to find it before she escaped the castle, she wouldn't allow her older brother's gift to be lost like this. She threw another wave at them. The generics hit screamed and fell to the ground like the rest, but Mouthguard managed to dodge it.
The door opened and she quickly stabbed the top of it with the sword. She forced it open more, ignoring the not-Osmosians' yells, then jumped down on the other side of the door while ripping out the sword. She dashed down the hall, racing away from the room and keeping an eye out.
She came to a flight of stairs before looking up. The curve of the stairwell and some sort of fake flower bed looking thing sitting on the door ledge thing. She jumped up, quickly grabbing the ledge and pulling herself into the flower bed thing. She froze when she landed in it. Bones.
She picked up a broken skull and placed down the sword. Looking at the skull closely, it seemed to belong to a wave-based species, but she wasn't too sure which. She looked at the other bones and, assuming they all belonged to the same thing, she guessed the species the bones belonged to were either Piscciss Volann or Thalassian.
She perched up at footsteps before dropping the skull and pressing herself against the floor of the bin. Celestialsapiens help her.
-()-
Max looked around the town, biting his tongue. The Florauna said they weren't in the Undertown, but he didn't have any luck so far. He turned the corner which he knew led to the Rustbucket, but stopped when he saw a weirdly short human dressed like a Peregrine Falcon looking at it.
It seemed to notice him before turning to face him and saying, "We have a parking garage for a reason, park it in there or not within reasonable towing distance!"
"I'm sorry," Max replied, walking up to them. The creature lowered itself, but kept its face towards him with a raised brow. A Planchakule probably, they have that kind of behavior when curiosity strikes them. "I'm just looking for my grandchildren and I'm unable to find them."
It raised the brow more before saying, "Afri-mask and the Wyrmlings left a while ago if that's what you're asking. Now please move your vehicle." He paused before nodding. The creature seemed to smile before walking away from him.
How the hell was he going to find them now?
Ushi: 1- As of typing this, Verdona isn't plan to be in anything ignoring cameos. 2- Since she has the Omnitrix, no mana from her. 3- I think I already said that proper magic shenanigans start towards the end of the OV flashbacks so...