Opening Files-
WARNING!
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UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS DETECTED!
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ANTI-VIRUS AND ANTI-HACKING SOFTWARE DISABLED
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COMMUNICATIONS NETWORK COMPROMISED
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"Helllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?" The screen showed a man wearing a red mask, dressed in a teal body suit with purple body armor with a red circle and black X on the chest while wearing red gloves and boots staring at the screen. "It is I, X the Eliminator! BWAHAHAHAHAHA-"
The man stopped and coughed through his mask. "Sorry about that. Just really excited to be here now! You all obviously recognize me and you all must wonder why it took me so long to make an appearance. Simply put, I WAS TOO AWESOME TO JUST RANDOMLY APPEAR! They needed to set up the right time and place and because they thought about adding in that Deadpool guy instead of me which I can't entirely fault them for. Speaking of which I hacked in here to send a message to that guy and let him know."
X then holds up a piece of paper. "Dear Mr. Deadpool, I am X the Eliminator. I come from an alternate dimension and I am likely your counterpart, simply because we both like to wear red masks and we have power to see beyond the Fourth Wall as well as our potential for evil-do, the evil that we do-do. I have not always been like this.
"Once upon a time I was a deadly assassin, hired to steal the crest of a hero. But I thought they said crust at the time so I broke into the hero's lair and stole a bit of skin off the bottom of his foot. I presented it to them and they said 'Crest! Crest!' and I was like 'Ooh.' Made a lot more sense.
"Took me several decades to track him down and by that time he had become something much worse than a hero. He had become….A LAWYER! I kid you not, a laywer! What kind of hero decides to turn into a lawyer?!
"I am informing you now I am making my debut and if you get chosen to be brought here to my universe be sure to get in touch with me and we can have all sorts of fun. Fun like drinking, beating up a bad guys or good guys, whichever you prefer, try on many costumes and even try talking as if we don't have lips. I ab X the Eli-bi-nator…Fun isn't it?
"Feel free to reply back. Signed, X the Eliminator. MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!" X laughed as he lowered his note. "And now on with the show. Take it rom here, Tommy!"
End Call
Xxx
"You've gotta be kidding." TOM muttered once X signed off. "Where do we even get these guys?"
"No idea." SARA answered. "But we really need to work on updating the security software. Too many people are just barging into the systems."
"Tell me about it." TOM sighed, leaning on one arm while sitting in his chair. "Guess the introduction and wisdom will have to wait. We're falling behind schedule. So let's get on with the broadcast."
Xxx
"Well, those arcade games were a bust." Dexter O'Reilly grumbled as he returned to the Northwest Mansion. "I can't believe people like cheesy games. I haven't seen anything that bad since Master Computer. When is this going to be over?"
Dexter closed his eyes and fell asleep.
(Dreamscape)
Dexter looked around, seeing that he was in a classroom.
"HURRY, DEXTER. YOU HAVE ONLY 30 SECONDS TO COMPLETE THE TEST!" The teacher shouted.
Dexter looked down at a test paper labeled 'The Purpose of Meaning'. He looked like he was about to write but stopped, suddenly having no idea what to write.
"Having a little trouble, specs?"
Dexter looked up, watching as chalk lines were drawn on the board without anyone actually in front of it using any chalk. The lines were drawn in the shape of a triangle with an eye in the center, arms and legs and a bow-tie underneath the eye and a top hat at the top of the triangle. The triangle burst out of the chalkboard, turning yellow whiles its arms and legs turning black.
"Hey ya, Dexie. How's it going?" Bill Cipher asked joyfully as he floated in front of Dexter.
"You!" Dexter sat up. "What are you doing in my dream again? Why haven't you shown me this grand prize you promised?"
"Take it easy, Dex. Didn't being the grandson of a scientist teach you anything about waiting when it comes to big inventions?" Bill summoned a cane that he twirled in one hand. "You know some things take time, especially concerning dimensional science. Besides, didn't you like the idea I showed you?"
"I can't exactly make use of this idea in the backwater town you sent me to." Dexter retorted. "The Neurotomic Protocore could revolutionize the world and I can't invent it out here."
"Who said anything about needing to invent it?" Bill brought his hands together. "How about letting you in on a little family secret, Dex? In every family, there's something unique only to them. Your family produces geniuses but where did your genius Semblance come from?" Bill pulled his hands away, revealing…
"A jewel?" Dexter asked, seeing a glowing jewel that looked absolutely flawless. "What's that supposed to do?"
The jewel then was encased in a glowing sphere that resembled the Neurotomic Protocore.
"Your core idea is not exactly original. It's been considered before but your grandfather shelved the idea and locked it away." Bill explained as the core vanished. "But that's only the beginning. He found out a piece of your family's history and locked it away too. And I don't mean just a few missing years or possibly a long lost cousin, I mean a literal piece."
"What are you talking about?" Dexter questioned as a word was drawn on his paper. "Mind?"
"You get a Semblance that increases brain power and another one powered by imagination and you have no idea how you can get powers like that? You really think that little glow of your essence is what makes all the difference?" Bill laughed. "Cute, kid. Very cut but way off. Mind, the little thing that makes your brain work or something else entirely. Have fun figuring it out."
Dexter suddenly woke up, sitting up on his bed and looked around warily. "…Mind?"
That talk with Bill really got him thinking and perhaps the first time he was wondering if his grandfather was hiding something from him.
Xxx
Joseph 'Dracon' Matthews had been through a lot during his career as a Hunter and a Gundam and he'd probably deal with a whole lot more if life on this world had taught him anything. Right now he had finished repairing as much of his body as he could down in the basement of the Bagge and immediately left with Eustace towards the small town in the middle of Nowhere Kansas. While Eustace was driving Dracon took the chance, while sitting in the back of the old looking pick-up truck to send a message.
To Phil Ken Sebben.
I checked out Nowhere like you asked and came across a strange creature that seemed to be a machine with strange powers. It was not a Fallen but it still gave me a hard fight before we were ambushed by Destroyer Class Beetle Grimm. Given that this kind of Grimm was created in the Black Pools of the Darklands I can surmise that Sammael is somehow connected with this creature. The creature disappeared in the fight but I am hoping Scotty Blake has responded to my message and has gathered up a team of Huntsmen to track down where it came from: the Horn Mountain.
I will have a full report ready soon.
Joseph Matthews.
Once the message was finished he sent it through the wireless network his Gundam was automatically connected to and simply waited. He remembered learning about the Fallen when he was injured and then learning about Sammael when he was fighting through the Darklands that happened to be Sammael's domain. The thought of attacking the Darklands had been considered and rejected a thousand times, mainly due to the fact that last time such an army had been gathered it was back during the time of the Emperor when he tried to rally Huntsmen and Huntresses from around the world to push the Grimm back to the wasteland they had been born. The result had been a massacre, even if the crate holding the largest Pool of Darkness in the world had been sealed.
However that was when the Fallen had appeared, having been in hiding and sprung a trap on the Emperor's army.
Nearly the entire army of the best Hunters during that era had perished and the Fallen had spread the Dark Substance from the pool across the world, forming new breading grounds for Grimm with the most famous being the Darklands in America. Since then no one has been able to amass an army like that time, since the fact that the Grimm had effectively spread across the world, forcing countries to spread out their forces and protect their borders. The people of Earth had been forced to play defense and they had been doing that for a long time now since the Grimm and the Fallen had worked to ensure no one had the strength to come forward and gather an army strong enough to possible end their threat once and for all.
Phil Ken Sebben had managed to ensure a system that would produce warriors to defend the people of Earth from the Grimm which led to the Silver Age of Huntsmen but a plan of attack was still being left to the future even with allies like Harvey Birdman, Major Glory and the Justice Friends and even unique Hunters like Joseph Matthews. The main problem to a plan like that was the fact that Sammael had created a secret organization composed of elite rogue Huntsmen and criminals with their own spy networks and double agents. A direct attack on the Darklands was out of the question as long the enemy had agents capable of hearing anything.
"We're here!" Dracon perked up at the sound of Eustace's voice as the farmer parked his truck.
The Gundam hopped off and looked at the building that was their destination. "This is it?"
"The only restaurant outside of town for miles." Eustace replied.
The place in question was a restaurant called 'Burgers Really Cheap!' It looked like a simple diner that looked like it could have been a large trailer. It had 2 large signs; one from the side of the road and a sign on top of the diner itself. The two entered and Dracon took the chance to look around. On the inside it too looked like a normal diner: there are stools at the head counter and a few booths near the doors' sides. But unlike a normal dinner it has a basement leading down to meat storage as Joseph would soon find out.
"Come this way!" A voice at the counter said.
Joseph saw the owner was a pig Mobian dressed like a cook and he gesturing to the door leading down to the basement. "Your friends are downstairs already. My wife is serving them lunch. Be quick and you'll get your share."
"Thanks, Jean." Eustace said with a smile as he walked over to the door with Joseph following him.
The two walked down to the basement and saw there was quite a gathering there.
"HA! You made it!" One of them barked and laughed.
"Scotty Blake." Dracon remarked happily, the sound of his voice indicating that he would smile if he could.
Joseph had met Scotty Blake during his time as a Hunter and respected the Scotsman for being one of the strongest Huntsmen in the world and he didn't even need the body of a Gundam to become what he was. A powerful warrior with a single sword and a gatling gun for a leg Scotty had slayed perhaps thousands of Grimm and in addition to his already considerable strength his Semblance: Kinetic Control allowed him to build up the kinetic energy in his physical attacks, enhancing the strikes to the point it was believed he had the strength of over a hundred Scotsmen.
"A walking tin can? This is who we are waiting for?"
Dracon looked over, seeing a pair of young women looking at him and he could easily tell they were twins. "The Hurricane Sisters. I've heard of you two."
The Hurricane Sisters were a pair of very powerful Huntresses with one of them having a Semblance to form their own personal mini-storm that could be enhanced with the power of Dust while the other was a demolitions expert.
"Oh? All good we hope." The black haired twin remarked with a grin. "So you got a face under all that armor? Is it cute?"
"Nancy, this isn't the time." The red haired twin, Ashley scolded.
Nancy simply rolled her eyes while Dracon decided to just move on and see who else was present.
"That's a lot of toys you got on you, boy. Do you know how to use them?" A male voice spoke with a next and when Dracon saw who the speaker was his reactor nearly stopped in pure shock.
The person in question was a horse Mobian with white fur and a black mane and tail while wearing a red cowboy hat with a blue cowboy scarf and a red belt and holster with a single pistol.
Dracon could only stutter the Mobian's name. "Q-Q-Quickdraw…McGraw. The world's greatest gun slinging Huntsman."
The legendary Mobian known as Quickdraw McGraw was famous for his unparalleled skills with a single pistol and yet was said to have slayed over thirty Deathstalkers with the same single pistol, all by himself. A Class V Huntsman, his skills and reputation place him as one of the best Hunters in the world alongside Scotty Blake.
"Heard of me huh?" Quickdraw gave the Gundam a small smirk and tilted his hat in a greeting manner. "I've heard of you, too. Joseph 'Dracon' Matthews, formerly human before you turned into this. Said to have gone up against Grimm, the Mobian serial killer named Katz and even the military disgraced officer Skarr."
Joseph was silent, taking the fact in that he had gained a reputation that had garnered the attention of a legendary Hunter. "I heard of you as well. Quickdraw McGraw, leader of a militia that deals with Grimm, bandits and warlords in the Wildlands known as the Guardsmen. I heard you guys have amassed a large army that has been working to establish some form of order in the Wildlands and you've even gained access to an old airship that you've managed to keep running."
"Not everyone has a place like GrimmFall and Denver to call on for help." Quickdraw replied stoically.
"Why are you here in Nowhere?" Joseph couldn't help but ask.
"Same as you are. I was called by Phil Ken Sebben and offered an award for taking part in a mission of upmost importance." Quickdraw answered simply.
"Sebben called you?" Joseph tilted his head slightly. "I knew the man had connections but able to contact the leader of the Guardsmen."
"Sebben and I came to an agreement long ago, kid. He provides my crew with resources we work on cleaning up the Wildlands as best can be done, considering the Wildlands borders close to GrimmFall and the Darklands." Quickdraw explained. "Now there is someone else who needs introduction."
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Is it my turn?"
The last person was…Odd to say the least.
He wore-
"Hey, let's skip the description. We all know what I look like." The man said, breaking the fourth wall as he faced Dracon and struck an action pose. "It is I, X the Eliminator."
"…Who?"
X staggered forward. "Seriously, you know Scotty and Horsey but you don't know me?!"
"Should I know you?" Dracon shrugged.
"I'm-"
"A lunatic." Quickdraw spoke up.
"No! I'm a-"
"Loony?" Scotty offered.
"NO! I'm-"
"Insane?" Nancy guessed.
"NO! I-"
"Escape mental patient?" Ashely offered her two cents with a smile.
"NO!" X stomped his food on the ground like a child. "Didn't anyone pay attention to the introduction of the chapter?"
"What the Glob are you talking about?" Eustace asked, scowling.
"Meet X the Eliminator, rogue Huntsmen and mercenary and perhaps Glob's favorite idiot." Quickdraw introduced X in a dull tone. "Or mental patient."
"I told you before, horsey, I am not insane. I only act insane so I don't actually go insane." X retorted.
"Could have fooled me."
"Oh yeah well guess what? I was going to invite you to my birthday but now I changed my mind so you can stick it!" X crossed his arms and pouted like a child, even though his face was covered by a mask.
"O-kay." Dracon said once X turned away.
"Don't mind him, kid." Ashely spoke. "As Quickdraw said, X is a rogue huntsmen and mercenary and happens to be one of the best for some crazy reason. He may 'act' insane but he's very skilled."
"Aw! You're making me blush!" X gushed. "I knew you liked me, Stormy! Oh wait, Stormy's that other hot chick."
Ashely's eye twitched and a dark cloud appeared above X and unleashed a blast of lightning at his rear.
"AH!" X let out a high pitched scream as the cloud chased him around the room. "Not in the good cheek!"
"As I was saying, X is skilled mercenary who has almost never failed any mission he's accepted. So Sebben tracked him down and offered him a job, working with other Huntsmen on important mission and in exchange he wouldn't be thrown into the ice box for trying to kill Harvey Birdman." Ashley continued.
"He tried to kill Birdman?" Dracon stared in surprise as the masked idiot kept on running from Ashley's storm cloud. "Why?"
"For the crrrrrrrrrrrrrrest on Birdman's helmet!" X said, taking extra-long to say the word 'crest' and kept on running as Ashely's storm cloud fired another bolt at him. "Got to get the crest on Birdman's helmet!"
"…What?" Dracon looked at everyone else who just shrugged.
It's not like anyone here was expected to understand X's insanity.
"Can we please get to the point on why we are?" Eustace cut in, getting impatient.
"Yes, please." Quickdraw agreed as the storm cloud chasing X finally vanished.
"Oh finally!" X cried out relief as he rubbed his rear. "I'm not going to be able to sit down for a week. My poor handsome butt."
"X, will you stop thinking about your butt and focus!?" Scotty barked.
X sniffed. "I try but it's very hard."
"All right, let's just get on with this." Eustace said, earning everyone's attention. "All right, we're here because of some trouble going on in the Horn Mountain. Right?"
"Right." Dracon nodded, glad to get down to business. "I came here because there was rumor of strange activity here in Nowhere and I encountered some form of spirit."
"Little green guy that shouts he's the Greatest Hunter in the Ghost Zone?" Nancy asked.
Dracon looked at the sisters. "Yeah to the last part. He was a big robot looking guy. How'd you know?"
"We caught him trying to take over Nowhere Village. He put up a fight but we took him out. Turns out he was a little creep hiding in a machine suit he built." Nancy explained.
"Where is he?"
"In our cage." Ashely answered as Nancy picked up the cage and showed it to everyone.
"Uh…Where's the spirit?" Quickdraw asked.
The cage was completely empty with no sign of anything being put in it.
"He was right there the last time I checked!" Nancy exclaimed, holding the cage up to her face. "I swear we put him in there."
"He must have phased out." Dracon surmised, activating a beam tonfa.
"Phased?" The sisters repeated.
"Yeah, he could turn intangible and phase through anything physical." Dracon explained.
"Oh great." Quickdraw pulled out his pistol whole everyone else quickly looked around, trying to find the small spirit…
None of them noticing as the spirit phased out of the ground and into Dracon's body. The Gundam stiffened and fell over, his speaker system emitting static noises while his lenses flashed red. "Wh-Wha-What is-"
"Dracon!" Scotty barked, moving towards the Gundam. "You all right, laddy?"
The Gundam stood up, his lenses now glowing red and his voice was high pitched. "Yes! I have turned the tables on you and possessed this machine body!"
"It's that freak!" Nancy pulled out her rocket launcher/club.
Skulker, possessing Dracon's body, laughed as he pulled out a beam sword in one hand and Dracon's Magnum in the other. "Now you shall pay for humiliating me!"
X, who had simply been sitting back simply looked on and applauded. "Oooooh! Unexpected twist! DUN-DUN-DA! My compliments to the writers and can I have a moment to text this to Deadpool?"
"SHUT UP X!"
"Party-poopers."
Xxx
Dimension X-73
"Dear…Almighty Stan." In another world entirely, the same paper which X the Eliminator had read from was in the hands of a man clad in a black and red full body suit who was seated on the edge of an overpass. "X the Eliminator?! Second coolest name ever!"
"Who is…this X?" Standing behind the red clad man, on the right side of the barrier lining the road, was a large man with metal skin who scratched at his head in puzzlement.
"Oh, another me, in theory." Deadpool held the letter up. "His arch enemy is a lawyer!"
Standing a few feet off to one side was a young girl more fixated on her phone. "Ballin'." She drawled without taking her eyes off the screen.
"I've got to meet this guy!" Deadpool gushed. "Quick, someone get me in touch with the writers and make it happen!"
"Uh…what?" Colossus blinked once.
"Not talking to you, big guy!" Deadpool then looked at the Fourth Wall. "I'm talking to them! Seriously, talking like I don't have lips…why did nobody ever think of this?!"
"Probably lack of interest." Negasonic Teenage Warhead commented.
"That tears it: I'm tracking Maxxy down to have a chat." Deadpool dusted his gloved hands off on one another and took one step forward before plummeting off the side of the overpass. "Maximum effort, bitches!"
Colossus peered over the ledge and then looked over his shoulder to the sizable pileup of armored vehicles and dismembered bodies.
"Back to the drawing board?" Negasonic asked.
Colossus sighed. "So it would seem."
"You know maybe one day we should try bringing someone with us. Try our luck at getting Douchepool with more than just the two of us if that budget goes up." Negasonic pointed out as they made their way back towards the X-Jet, parked just beyond the edge of the carnage. "X the Eliminator…there's no original ideas anymore."