Izuku the Reincarnated Chef By: (JoySeeker101)

by Copierpasta

Seen that nobody looks brave enough to help Izuku, may it be because he is Quirkless or because he wounded the frail EGo of an influential Chef, our Green-haired Hero is coming short of ideas, luckily helps does come from a bit farther than anticipated...WAY farther. THIS STORY IS NOT MINE

33. Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Space Troubles in Space Stations and Planets… IN SPACE! (Sci-fi Arc part 2)

Izuku and Momo's home dimension – Musutafu – Samui's penthouse -

The famous Chef was sitting on a recliner in the spacious patio of his outrageously expensive apartment, he was sitting in silence and looking at the city under him while idly spinning the amber liqueur inside the tumbler glass in his hand, just listening to the clinking ice and the faint sloshing sound of his drink.

Behind him, inside his apartment, every wall was filled in trophies, newspaper clippings and pictures detailing every success of Samui as a Chef ever since he left school; so much so that the place looked more similar to a museum fully dedicated to Samui than to an actual apartment where a human lived, there simply wasn't a single inch of the any surface not assaulting whoever looked around with praises for the man's talent, an obsessive reminder to himself and any possible Guest of the man's many successes.

Only Samui was in the pictures, only Samui's name was on the newspaper clippings and trophies, only Samui's face appeared everywhere, as if nothing else mattered, not even a trace was left of his many marriages and divorces… If there ever were traces of them to begin with…

"Samui… Isn't it about time you stop this war of yours?" The words of his father, from the recent phone-call, replayed again and again inside his head.

"I can't stop, not now." He had answered.

"You should have never started to begin with!" What Samui hated was that his father said that not in anger, but only out of fatherly worry.

"I can't let that boy do as he please! He represents-"

"I am aware of what the boy represents to you, Samui."

"I am not letting that boy ruin everything our family worked so hard for! I won't let him spit on the face of our sacrifices! Grandfather-"

"I never liked what my father did, Samui!" His father had snapped in answer.

"He did it for us, dad! If not for him, I wouldn't be where I am, and even you wouldn't have a quiet life! I am just paying you back for being always there for me, contrary to my mother!"

"Not like this, Samui… All this is wrong…" Samui's father's voice faded away on that last, sorrowful answer.

"I need to stop that boy, I can't let him ruin everything we worked so hard for, every sacrifices we made… He has to fail… I need to see him fail, or else all I did ever since I left cooking school will be for nothing..." Samui muttered, emptying his glass in a single gulp.

He had too much to lose, and watching Izuku flaunt his talent like that was, to Samui, a mockery of his hard work he could not let slide, no matter what he had to do to stop Izuku from cooking once and for all. Even killing the boy with his own hands.

At the same time in a different Dimension - Somewhere in a Galaxy pretty far away (Like, a lot, a lot far away) – Asteroid belt - Secret Lab hidden inside a giant asteroid -

The impossibly-advanced lab was bustling with activities under the orders of a tall man with half his head covered by robot parts, and the other half sporting wild white hair; he was looking at a series of giant screens filled in extremely complex equations with unblinking eyes.

"They called me insane! Evil even!" The man, the mad scientist Dr. Grogor, declared loudly, gnashing his teeth while typing on the giant keyboard.

"They just do not understand you, Leader!" The Mad Scientist's sycophants answered immediately.

"Silence! And keep fuelling the machine!"

"Yes, Leader!" The servants answered, and they started again to throw shovels full of living puppies inside the blast furnace the Mad Scientist had decided to use to power his tiny, cheap coffee machine he bought at a garage sale for cheap.

"I am not an insane Evil man! They just do not understand my genius!" Grogor said to himself, while finishing his sandwich made with albino baby seal's meat, an endangered species he had personally hunted down illegally and killed in cold blood with a baseball bat covered in barb wire.

"Leader! The bounty Hunters we sent to the Xuru Asteroid Belt returned empty-handed! In fact, most of them haven't returned at all." The leader of the Doctor's personal Army reported as soon as he entered the room.

"Why?! How!?" Grogor roared in fury and jumping to his feet to limp his way towards the guard, every robot part that he had substituted part of his body with was already heating-up and emitting smoke.

"I interrogated the survivors… Its seems like The Hunter got to the AI core before us." The man answered.

"…" At first Grogor's entire body just shook, then both his human body side and his robot body side turned red from his unbridled rage.

"YAMUS! YAAAAAAAMUUUUUUUS!" The Mad Scientist screamed at the top of his lungs.

"I am already amassing a new squad, made of more bounty hunters and our best soldiers, Leader!" the man answered, taking a cautious step back, just in case Grogor tried snapping his neck like he did with his predecessor.

"Do it faster! Add more people! I want them to bring me back the AI Core of my Bio-Obliterating-Ballista orbital death station and the head of that accursed Bounty Hunter Yamus! NOW!" The Mad Scientist yelled.

"It will be done, Leader!" The Captain answered, striking a military salute and hurrying out of the room to organize everything.

"The Galaxy will bow to me! No matter how many billions will have to die!" Grogor yelled.

"But I am not Evil! I am just misunderstood!" He muttered petulantly while pushing a very old lady on a wheelchair down a very long and very steep ramp of stairs.

"Of course, Leader!" The Mad Scientist's followers answered in chorus.

At the same time - Desert Planet 'Cloaca' -

The planet was a sandy shithole hell, there were only hot rocks and scorching hot sand everywhere; hot coarse and rough and irritating sand that got everywhere, in every crack of your body (Yes, even there); and many disgusting beasts, like four meters tall scorpions, and twenty meters long worms, and two-headed camels that had aim-bot skills in spitting that could catch you in every eye with their smelly viscous spit even from sixty meters away, the only water came from the rare and scarce twenty meters tall cactus plants that could shot their ten-inches thick barbs at high speed if you just sneezed too close to them.

Nobody sane of mind would live there, and even the not-sane of mind would prefer to live in Hell itself instead of there… Reason why on that planet there was a flourishing colony of people, each one of them real pieces of shit, that made a living in that sandy butt-hole of the Galaxy by disassembling industrial toilets they bought in bulk daily from Spaceship scrapyards to recover the components they would then sell on E-Buy at three times the actual price. And often not even shipping them to begin with so to sell the same component to three different people and maximize profit.

Everybody hated everybody there, stealing and scamming each other every five minutes, and often just for the fun of it, and gloating and insulting each other, especially when drunk on Giant Scorpion Vodka (filtered fermented rancid Scorpion pee) every 'Night' when two of the three suns the planet orbited around disappeared over the horizon in that hellhole planet's version of sunset.

Everybody was rude and hated everybody there, there were brawls constantly, wild, furious and violent fights even for no reason at all, they even cheated all the time, even when having simple 'who can piss the farthest' challenges, just to be a tiny more asshole-ish…

Luckily for the one human girl living there, the only human on the planet, her childhood spent using cheap screwdrivers to detach rusty and shit-crusted toilet seats from cheap toilets cubicles somehow taught her how to fight even aliens three times her sizes and with more arms and legs than her!

"Ah-ha! You have no chance! Give me the Space Dollar Credits Bit chips!" The soon to be 20 years old girl said in triumph after downing the last of the thirty massive aliens she was fighting with.

Nobody commented about how they all seemed to wait their turn to fight her, standing in line like at the post office, instead of jumping her all at once, or how SHE was the one to attack them and then act like the victim of an ambush when her victim and his friends started defending themselves from her.

"Yes! 5 SDCBs! (Space Dollar Credits Bit) With this I can buy a Space Soda and a Space Cheeseburger down at Blargugog's! Easily defeating these 35 people and crippling them forever and ruining their lives was definitely worth it!" The scrawny girl, Faye, declared happily after breaking the last alien's fingers to recover the shiny blue chip containing the money he was holding onto with his last sparks of strength.

Whistling happily to herself, the 5'4'' and 106lb (with wet clothes) girl left behind the many 7'06'' 276lb (all muscles) aliens she somehow defeated barehanded by herself and marched towards the dirty, rundown, tetanus-infected pub of the place for her cheeseburger and soda… Just don't ask where the owner found the meat to make them.

"You know, R2P2F4G8J5B6N4V5N1H2K0L3? One day I will leave this planet." Faye said with a longing tone.

"Beep-Boop-Beep-boop?" The small cubic robot on top of a thin big wheel beeped its question.

"I do have a ship instead!" Faye answered, smirking.

"Beep-Boop?"

"I have been secretly putting aside toilets seats for years instead of delivering them for money chips. With all of those I have built a spaceship that will take me out of here," Faye exclaimed.

"… Boop-Beep?"

"It will work! And with the warp drive I built out of the soap dispensers, I will fly fast towards civilization and finally discover my origins!"

"Beep-Boop-The fuck?!"

"I knew all those toilet seats, soap dispensers and automatic toilet paper re-rollers would have come in handy to help me escape!" Faye said, grinning.

"…" The tiny robot just rebooted for an instant, overwhelmed.

Around the same time – Space Station – With Izuku and Momo -

After the initial disappointment with the giant spaceship ice-cream truck, the young Chef and the Hero Student made their way deeper inside the Space Station, into the more lively part, to be precise.

Everything was built in shiny metal and glass, an awe-inspiring monument to science built with knowledge so far ahead compared to their home world and dimension it easily toed the Magical, the difference in progress was just too astronomical to even just comprehend!

Hundreds of different and colorful alien species came and went all around them, intermingled by few humans, in and out of stores and pubs, chatting in a multitude of different languages in a never-ending vortex of different cultures spanning for who knows how many galaxies, it truly showed how Earth was just a tiny dot in a vast universe full of incredible things yet to discover.

"Okay, the beginning was a bit off, but I am looking forward to this!" Momo said, trying to re-hyping herself up.

"Sorties are always eventful, you just need to get used to this." Izuku offered with a kind smile.

"Like you?" Momo said, smiling.

"Eeeh, I am not used to it yet either…"

Momo chuckled a bit at that, she had heard the stories of the other girls, both the good and the bad and the weird, but still, she was happy to see Izuku open to share this with her! They were in a different Dimension, on a different world and visiting a space station surrounded by giant planets and an infinite carpet of stars she couldn't have believed possible even in her wildest dreams; and the two of them were the only ones enjoying all that.

She took his hand in hers as they walked through the Space Station in that very strange Date, and with both her and him blushing shyly like they were, the thing suddenly became way more enjoyable.

"Aah, young love!" Shiro, pretending to be asleep while wrapped around Izuku's neck, thought in amusement.

All things considered, things were not that bad, Izuku and Momo knew they had to find somebody with a fast ship and gentle enough to help them visit a couple planets to capture the animals The System had marked as targets for the young Chef's current Mission, and once seen how massive the Space Station was, the two teens felt that they could hope it would be kind of easy.

And as Momo suggested, starting their search for a ship owner in the local bars sounded like a good idea.

"I can't do it, Master Frooda!" A young man said, desperate, and attracting their attention towards one of the many food stalls in the big plaza.

"Must Succeed you! Store this Future you on depends!" The short bright-yellow alien answered, with the order of words completely out of place.

"I… I…"

"The Sporke use must you!"

"Uuuungh!" The young man frowned hard, and only using the power of his mind to channel the mysterious power of the Universe, he flipped the forty purple hamburgers in front of him on the giant grill without touching them.

"Succeed did burgers flipping you the all in, see?" The Master said, proud.

"I believe now, Master Frooda!" The young man answered, tears in his eyes, while hugging his short Master.

"This is normal… This is normal…" Momo chanted like a mantra while walking fast away.

"Mission accomplished! Space Tacos for our Space Taco Tuesday have been recovered!" A man in a spacesuit hilariously reminding them of a pajama, said while holding a hand on the rocket-shaped insignia over his heart.

"Good job, Captain!" a voice answered from that pin like a radio.

"I know. Flash me, Snotty!"

"Yes, Captain!" And immediately a dick pick went projected in front of the man, making many people too close to the guy scream in horror.

"GAH!" The man shrieked while banishing the picture.

"I MEAN THE TELEPORT THING!" He yelled.

"Ah! Of course, Captain! I misunderstood!"

"Why do you even have a dick pick at ready like that?!" The Captain shrieked before disappearing in a shower of sparks of light.

"For the love of God…" Momo said with a groan.

"Let's sit and drink something, to help you relax." Izuku suggested while guiding her to a table.

"That guy needs to have that spot on his testicles checked by a good doctor, I think one acquaintance of mine died from something similar." Shiro said.

"Not now, Shiro-kun!" Izuku answered, helping Momo sit at a table and calling a waitress over.

"Yes?" The alien waitress, blowing a giant purple bubblegum that smelled acidic, asked.

"Something for humans… Chamomile?"

"We have some, 'kay." She answered with a thick nasal, and bored, tone.

"Thanks." He answered, watching her walk away with a rapid clacking of her six spider-like legs.

"OH NO, Steven!" A trio of friend at a table nearby yelled as the fourth member of their group started spasm and groaning in pain.

"I heard the stories! I don't want an alien to burst out from my chest! I heard a guy had it happen to him twice!" The guy in pain yelled, afraid.

"Make room, I am a doctor!" An alien with acid-green skin yelled, and immediately checked the man with his many tentacles.

"So?" one of his friends asked.

"Relax gentlemen, the good news is that it won't burst out of his chest." The Alien said.

"Thank God! And the bad news?"

"… It will come out from his butt if we do not take him to the hospital immediately. And it will be girthy."

"NOOOOOOO!" The guy screamed in horror while his friends and few medics hurriedly took him away.

"…" Izuku simply buried his face in his hands and exhaled loudly, already tired of this particular Sortie.

"I… I need the toilet." Momo said, sighing and rubbing her temples.

"Sure, take your time." Izuku answered, understanding that his girlfriend needed a moment to recover from the usual headaches Sorties always brought along.

"…"

"… WHY THERE ARE ONLY THREE SEASHELLS INSTEAD OF TOILET PAPER IN EVERY STALL?!" Momo shrieked in anger barely two minutes later.

Sigh! "This is going to be one of the very bad sorties." Izuku muttered, sighing in defeat.

"Hard day, hn?" A very short alien with pale skin, a shiny dome of a bald head with fuzzy grey hair only around the lower half of his head and four beady eyes and stumpy limbs said while sitting next to him at his table. Overall, he looked kind of similar to a Kappa Demon, only with a very human and extremely friendly-looking face.

"Very." Izuku admitted.

"Same…" The guy drawled a bit.

"… Yes?" Giving the man a side glance, Izuku asked.

"I couldn't help overhear you and your girl talking about needing a ship." The alien said, smirking.

"Uh-hu?" Not trusting the guy a single bit, Izuku just nodded.

"As luck would have it, my little baby, 'The Lewd Mantis', is a damn fine ship… If I can say so myself."

"Shouldn't it be praying mantis?" Izuku asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Hahahaha! The day I start praying that's when people will have to worry!" The short guy answered, laughing.

"And let's hear… What would you ideally want in exchange for us boarding your ship?" Izuku asked.

"Hehehehe! Good boy, already knowing that free stuff means trouble! Nothing too extreme, I got an old friend that sent me a short SOS from a planet they are not supposed to be on, but since you and your girl are human, I can justify my being there by saying you needed a lift there… That's human territory so those guys in fancy suits won't ask too many questions if I am just accompanying a couple of humans back home!" He answered.

"Why they are not supposed to be on that planet?" Izuku asked.

"Eeeh! Do you want my help or not? Help me land there long enough for my friend to secretly board my ship and pretend to be a couple of newly-weds needing a hand should they stop us for a routine check. Do that and after I have dropped my friend in one of their hideouts I will take you where you want… Within reason!"

"…"

"They are not mass-murderers, okay? Or at least they weren't last time I checked."

"… Fine." Izuku answered.

"Thanks, boy! You won't regret it!"

"I hope so…"

"Name's Jorik."

"Izuku."

"Nice to meet you, Izuku! Trust me, with my ship, the galaxy will look smaller with how fast we will go!" Jorik said, proud.

"I hope so…" He answered, sighing.

"Cheer up! You are doing nothing too illegal! You don't even know my friend, plausible deniability and all that jargon! Come at the docking bay in ten minutes and look for Dock 16. I'll be waiting you two there. Bye!" Jorik answered, laughing and walking away while whistling off-key some strange melody.

"Whitey… Strip him and his friend extra hard if they try anything…" Izuku asked with a tired sigh.

"Yes, Host." The Chubby robot answered while scratching his round bald head.

"Thanks." He answered, patting the robot's soft belly.

Later – Space Station docks – Hangar Bay 4 -

The giant hangar housed over two hundred different spaceships, each completely different than the other, with a few even seemingly made out of rock, or even pulsating neon-purple flesh; every ship was a miniaturized mess of movement as the crew went through their own procedures before departing.

There were even small tents where four or five people kept trying to recruit people to join their respective armies, thus causing the formation of long lines of hopeful youngsters already with bags on their backs and waiting to sign-up.

"Okay, he said to look for dock 16, that should be here somewhere…" Momo said, looking at the many spaceships around them.

"The signs are in at least one thousand languages, other than human… Whitey pointed this way when he read it…" Izuku answered, unsure.

"G'day, mate! Ya need help? Lookin' for a space ship for a romantic date for this arvo? I may know a guy open to help ya!" A short guy with bright red skin and wild white hair neared them once seen their troubled expressions.

"Thank you, but we already found somebody for that. We found a guy open to bring us to a tour of few planets… But…" Momo started answering.

"We can't find his ship." Izuku finished saying with a sheepish expression.

"Ay, first time space cruisin', hn? Where's your friend?" The alien asked.

"Dock 16." Izuku answered.

"Do you know where it is?" Momo added.

"Not that far, actually! You two are lucky! We are now at space dock 10, so just count 24 space ships after this one and ya should be there."

"Thank you! You have no idea for how long we have been looking for that ship! This place is huge." Momo said in relief.

"Hahahaha! I know the feeling, mate! First time here I too felt like a damn space fish outta the space water!" The short guy said, shouldering again his big bag.

"Are you going on a trip yourself?" Izuku asked.

"Nope! I just joined a Private Army! They pay well and I will use all those space money to pay my niece's space university tuition! She wants to be a Space Doctor, ya know?" He answered with a giant smile.

"That's very nice of you! I wish you all the luck should we not meet again, then. Just be careful out there, okay?" Izuku asked while shaking the guy's hand.

"Yes, Army Life is no joke!" Momo added, she too shaking the guy's hand.

"Don't I know that, Mate! Hahahaha! Too bad I am about to join the 'F. Army', I would have loved to show you our Space Opera House in Space-Sydney! It's the pride and joy of us Space-Australians!"

"Space-Australian? So your planet… It's basically Australia… In space?" Izuku asked, unsure.

"And as an entire planet?" Momo added.

"Yes, but it's not so bad! Our amazing Space Broncos recently won another Space Cup too! Ah-ha! They really showed who's best to those Space New Zealand losers!" The red-skinned guy answered, proud.

"Okay… We will come visit one of these days, then." Izuku answered, smiling stiff.

"You totally should, mate! Space ducks migration will happen soon too, and that as well is worth watching!"

"We'll keep that in mind. Now I must apologize, but we are already super late. Best of luck!" Izuku, once seen the time, hurriedly answered while walking away with Momo.

"To you too, mate! Just don't let the Space Dingos eat your Space babies! If you visit us, just tell me a couple days before you arrive, I'll tell my sister to let you stay in our guest room, so remember to give me a call if you pass by Space-Brisbane!" The guy yelled to be heard by the two power-walking Teens.

"Sure!" Momo answered, with her most forced smile ever.

"Have a nice Space Travel then! Byeee!" The guy yelled and waved at them goodbye before boarding a giant spaceship.

"..."

"… Did he have to put 'Space' in every word?" Izuku asked.

"I have no clue, but besides that verbal quirk, he didn't look like to be a bad guy just… Awkward…" Momo admitted.

"Hopefully he remains a nice guy even after joining the army." Izuku hoped, sighing.

"HEEEEEY! Over here!" It was a short walk later that they saw Jorik stand on top of a big crate and wave his arms wildly to be seen.

"Here is our ship!" Izuku said in relief.

"I hope it is just rust-colored… Not actually rusty." Momo muttered, unsure.

"I really hope so."

"There you are! Sure your two took your sweet time!"

"Sorry, Mister Jorik. So? Is this your ship?" Izuku answered.

"Hell yeah she is! This ship is my pride and joy! My babe here will take us to Planet Morasca in just few parsec!… No, wait, hours. Parsec is for measuring distance." Jorik declared proudly, before correcting himself and patting the small, fish-shaped spaceship with fondness.

"May the Makers help us…" A tall and lanky robot with disproportionately long arms, enough to have two sets of elbows, muttered while looking at the sky with its beady luminescent eyes.

"Don't be the usual stick in the mud, Pat!" Jorik said, slapping the tall robot's shin, arguably the highest part of the robot's legs the short alien could reach.

"Izuku Midoriya, nice to meet you." Izuku said.

"Momo Yaoyorozu… Soon to be Midoriya, if I have any say on the matter." Momo added, smirking.

"Patreclus Ne'Habir Lan-Sharook-Me Sharafarafarafaraghast-Noytra-Urulu Mestef Mario Rossi-Negeverh-ta. Pleasure is mine." Pat answered.

"…"

"Just call me Pat, like everybody else. I am aware that my name is a nightmare, but by the Customs of my planet and race, Garata, I have to tell you my whole name at least ONCE when we first meet." The Robot explained, sighing.

"Is it racist if I ask why your name is that peculiar?" Izuku asked, unsure.

"Not racist at all. But it's simple. My race, as you can see, is made of robots that evolved into consciousness and gained a human-like soul…. But we still choose the name of our kids in the same way the first members of our race used to do it: The father sticks a finger in a power outlet and the mother notes-down whatever garbled nonsense the father says while screaming and convulsing." Pat answered, shrugging.

"… Ah." Both Izuku and Momo muttered, at loss of words.

"Back in the days they were convinced Electricity itself was guiding the choice of the name, so going along with it was done in the belief that it would bring good luck to the baby. It's still better than many names of people I know," Pat commented, chuckling, a sound similar to a box of nails falling down a ramp of stairs.

"And he is lucky! Just one hundred years ago they also used to add every 'Holy Shit!', 'It hurts', and 'Fuuuuuck!' to the names too! Nowadays they remove them, Hahahaha!" Jorik said, laughing.

"Sometimes I wonder why I am still your second in command…"

"You got caught making sexual advances to the motherboard of the last ship you worked on, you even were about to enter her USB Port with your jack! I am the only guy still open to offer you a job." Jorik answered, smirking.

"Again! It was consensual! And she was clearly into it! And as a ship with over two hundred flights and sixty ultraexabytes of memory, she was of legal RAM too!" Pat yelled in answer, shrieking in outrage.

"Barely." The short alien added with a knowing smile.

"Eh?"

"Basically: 'She was not underage'." The System supplied to both Izuku and Momo.

"Ooh!"

"Useless crap aside, ready to go? We are finalizing the last details and we will be ready to go." Jorik said.

"We are ready to go as soon as you are." Momo answered, Izuku behind her nodded as well.

"Good! I hate wasting time after all!"

"I still can't believe you accepted helping him. Morasca is just a mining outpost, even the excuse of you going of a trip holds no oil!" Pat said, rubbing his temples.

"We are not exactly from around here, so making deals like this is the only way we got to visit other planets." Izuku admitted.

"Hn?!" Both Alien and Robot said.

"We have no documents… Like… At all." Momo answered with a sheepish smile.

"Fucking amazing…" Pat groaned, face-palming.

"Shit, I asked for help to the only two illegals out of the forty million people here…" Jorik added, groaning.

"Sorry!" Both Teens said.

"Gods, I am going to help a Bounty Hunter escape capture by ferrying around two Illegals… Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit drinking!" Jorik muttered, uncorking a shiny metal flask and taking a giant mouthful of strong liquor from it.

"Me too!" Pat added, he too drinking acidic-smelling oil from his own flask.

"We are just as in trouble as you are if we are discovered, please keep that in mind!" Momo said.

"Share the pain, I guess. Fine. Get on board, I don't know how you two avoided checks from the guards, but I won't stand here just to see for how long your Luck lasts!" Jorik said, pushing both teens towards his ship.

"MAKE ROOM!"

"Guards!" Pat yelled in hysterics.

"Shit!"

"Make room! Medical Emergency!" The same guards screamed again, luckily just running past them to open a path to four doctors pushing a stretcher with a man lying on it with a bright laser sword stuck in his chest.

"OH, GOD! Dad I am so sorry! I didn't know the Lightsword's trigger was that sensible!" The guy's son apologized profusely while accompanying his father.

Curiously, a very dramatic music followed the group as if played by an invisible orchestra.

"Just… Shut up…" The stabbed guy groaned in pain.

"Graroraroraro!" The very tall and furry alien with them gurgled out something.

"Oh, shut up, Munchbacca! Accidents happen once, not four times in two days!" He hissed.

"You stabbed him four times?!" One of the doctors asked, horrified.

"My father has a rare condition: Chest-Stabbitis, It's extremely easy to stab him in the chest. Even with spoons and other non-sharp objects." The guy's son explained.

"There is no such an illness!" One of the nurses answered, then her plastic identification badge detached from her uniform and stabbed the guy deep in the chest right next to the lightsword, and the dramatic music restarted again.

"… Okay, The patient is named San Holo, mark Chest-stabbitis as his illness." The Doctor said with an unsure tone.

"Yes doctor… But shouldn't we at least remove the sword-"

"SHUT-UP, NURSE! I am a doctor! Of course I know what's best! I'll show you! And I'll show daddy too that I have what it takes to be a doctor and…"

The mad procession of medics, guards and patients disappeared behind a corner, making the rest of what they were saying impossible do hear.

"…" Izuku just watched the group leave, with unblinking eyes.

"Here." Jorik offered him a brand new flask similar to his own.

"Thanks." The young Chef answered, taking a big swing from the thing, and already overwhelmed by everything.

"This place is a madhouse." Momo commented, she too took a mouthful from Izuku's flask, and almost thanking the extremely-potent alcohol in it for numbing the agony she felt.

"Jokes on you, this place is actually one of the quietest Space Stations in a sixty light-years radius." Pat answered, chuckling amused and boarding the ship.

"Oh, splendid…" Momo commented, she and Izuku shook their heads and boarded the ship.

"Hahahaha! Don't be like that! The Galaxy is fun exactly7 because it's mad!" Jorik answered, laughing.

The short alien hurried to sit at the main control panel and dropped on his seat with a flair, immediately flipping switches and pressing buttons with practised ease that made the whole cockpit light-up in lively light from the hundreds of dials, screens and buttons covering almost everywhere.

"You soon learn to roll with it." Pat added, sitting in the co-pilot seat and joined in the rapid-pace concert of buttons.

"I am starting to hope so…" Izuku admitted.

With a silent humming sound, the sleek and thin ship detached from the docking station, unfolded two stubby wings and rapidly and silently left the giant cube of smooth metal containing the enormous space station.

"Whooaaaa! So many stars!" Momo said in wonder, as soon as they had left the cold grey walls of the station, an endless carpet of stars and far-away colorful planets and nebulae surrounded them.

"Hehehe! Yeah, it never gets old." Jorik said, chuckling.

"Amazing!" Izuku echoed.

"Yes, from outside the Galaxy is damn pretty, but then you meet the people living in it and… Meh." Pat answered.

"Always the robotic ray of sunshine," Jorik commented, rolling his eyes.

"I am curious of meeting different races, I am just worried about being unable to speak with them," Izuku admitted.

"Just speak English, every single race in the Galaxy speaks it. Even the most barbaric and primitive races." Pat answered.

"… How? I guessed that you spoke that because you get in contact with humans a lot… but why would primitive races speak that Language?" Momo asked, confused.

"…" Both Pat and Jorik just shrugged in answer.

"Ugh!" Poor Momo just rubbed her temples and groaned in dismay.

Meanwhile – At the opposite side of the Galaxy -

A wreck of a ship, massive is size and built with lots of toilet seats and other assorted parts recovered from broken toilets, and ludicrous amounts of space duct tape, and so smelly you could smell the ship's arrival from miles away even in the void of space, was silently drifting forward without a clear destination in mind.

Sitting at the literal helm of the giant turd ship was Faye, standing tall and spinning that wheel with a wide smile on her face.

"Okay! A Warp Drive for faster than light travel needs more than soap dispensers' parts to work as intended, but everything else works like a charm!" She said happily, humming to herself happily while looking for another inhabited planet for her to visit.

"Beep-Boop!"

"I saw plenty of them drives while disassembling toilets, I even opened one to see the parts once! But clearly they need a reactor or something to work. It's not really my field of expertise." She answered.

"Beep-Boop?"

"I borrowed this engine from that strange machine Grokolxypztz built last year! I am sure he won't mind!" She answered.

Back on Cloaca -

"NOOOOOOOO! MOMMMYYYYYYYYY!" A tall muscular alien screamed in horror as the giant machine he himself had created to keep his beloved mother alive during her dialysis, and that also kept at bay her diabetes and lung cancer, had been torn apart for components, leaving the alien woman defenceless against lethal cascading total organ failures.

With Faye – Adrift in space -

"Let's see… The maps I borrowed-"

"Beep-Boop!"

"Borrowed, not stolen!" She insisted, making the small robot shake its head.

"The maps say that a big lush planet should be around here somewhere, there we will get a proper ship and start looking for my parents!" Faye said.

"Beep?"

"I want to discover my roots! My origins! My parents must have had a very bad time if they were forced to abandon me on that desert planet! And I want to discover why and who they were!"

"Boop?"

"I am sure I will find them! My instincts will guide me to them! I don't have a clue about what they looked like, but I am sure I will figure something out!"

Puff!

With a whimper, the cobbled-up engine that was only supposed to keep a person alive, and not power a multi-tonnes spaceship, died and left the ship adrift in space weightless and without control.

"Oh! Well, this is not ideal!" Faye admitted.

"Beep!"

"Stop cursing, we'll be fine!" She said, smiling.

It was then that a proper spaceship parked next to Faye's, and a long corridor of metal unfolded to connect the two ships.

"Well, this is a surprise! A custom model, hn? You look in dire need of help! Do you wanna?" A voice said from behind the wall where by norm there should be the connector to latch the other end of the retractable corridor.

"Oh yes, thank you!" Faye said.

"Beep?"

"Of course he is a good guy! I can tell and I am always right! Everybody is always friendly with me!" Faye said.

BANG!

With a bang a hole was blasted on the wall and several tall and burly aliens with very unfriendly faces entered her ship.

"Greetings! We are the Grotox! Slavers extraordinaire! We are happy to inform you you have just been chosen to be our next slave! You will spend the rest of your life in the lovely mines of planet Scrauso 5! Congratulations!" The Leader of the group said with a jovial tone that clashed horribly with his words.

"Except them!" She said, still smiling, and her small robot companion once again wished to have the right appendages to strangle her.

"Color me impressed! This is literally a shit-made ship! But it doesn't matter, we will-"

Blast! Blast! Blast!

A series of shots in blinding red light interrupted the slavers as each laser bullet tore a hole in a slaver's forehead to kill them instantly.

"Got the drop on you, finally!" A dashing human man wearing a leather jacket said with a happy smile.

"Hello!" Faye said, waving at him.

"Oh! Good morning is this… Dung-no. Ship… Is this ship Yours?" The dashing man asked, unsure.

"Yes, but I am stranded, can you give me a lift?" She asked.

"Uuuh…" The man looked at the girl and at the many, many brown spots on her clothes and felt like he didn't know how to answer.

"My ship as well is not really collaborating." He tried saying, lying through his teeth with utmost ease just to avoid this strange girl.

"Oh! Don't worry! I have worked on ships for all my life! My name is Faye, by the way." Faye answered while unceremoniously boarding his ship once squeezed past him through the airlock.

"I-You-Wait!… Splendid… People call me Pando..." The Dashing Man said, sighing and joining her to his own ship he had attached to the slavers' own.

"Let me see if it starts again." He said, sitting at the driving seat of his ship with another defeated sigh.

"I know what to do, don't worry!" Faye took a random screwdriver, opened a panel and gave a tiny turn to a screw, barely a fourth of a turn.

"Done! I redirected the driver's undulating flux, bypassed the compressor, fixed the coffee machine and strengthened the capacitors' flurbaburbing tethers!" Faye declared with a wide smile.

"Flurba… That's not even a real word or term…" The guy's muttered in annoyance.

"Beep! (Just drop it.)." The small robot just shook its head and settled next to him.

"You have the patience of a saint, little thing." The Dashing Man said, sighing and starting the ship.

"See?! Ten years disassembling toilets teach you how to repair every ship that exist in the galaxy! Even Custom-made ones! I knew it and I am always right!" Faye declared proudly, and sitting on the seat behind him.

"You only barely turned a screw, lady…" He muttered, sighing again and just pointing his ship towards his original destination before his small detour for killing the slavers and collecting their bounties.

"Can I ask you to help me find my parents?" Faye asked.

Sigh! "Okay, I guess…" He answered, rolling his eyes.

"Their names?" He asked.

"Dunno." Faye answered, still smiling.

"A picture?"

"I don't have one."

"A description?"

"Nope!"

"Rumors?"

"Neither!"

"Then how the hell am I supposed to help you?!" Pando asked, really annoyed, while looking behind himself to glare at her.

"Just stop mansplayining and drive, I'll figure something out. Just trust me implicitly." Faye answered, waving his concern off.

"… What the Hell did I get myself into…" He groaned.

"I'll use your bathroom! I need a shower and to cut my hair to signify my character development!" Faye said, walking away.

"… Can I drop her inside the closest black hole?" He asked the robot.

"Beeeeeeeep! (Yeeeeees, Pleeeeeease!)" The small droid answered with a long, suffering beep.

Two hours later, Faye returned, now sporting an uneven haircut: shaved super short on the right and left long on the left, unfortunately by the looks of it she wasn't good at all at cutting her hair, if one looked at the very poor quality of her work.

Or she somehow expected a proper hair saloon haircut as a result even if she used her own almost-dull knife to saw-off her hair.

"Done! Now I am ready to take the Galaxy on!" She said, wearing the clothes she 'borrowed' from the guy.

"… The proper cut is the one with the shaved side on the left, not on the right side like you did." He commented, shaking his head and returning to pilot.

Faye immediately looked back at herself in the bathroom's mirror and noticed her mistake.

"Fuck."

Meanwhile – With Izuku and Momo – Orbit of the Mining planet -

Out of nowhere, the small fish-shaped spaceship appeared in a blink as soon as they exited Warp Speed, and started nearing the planet relatively slowly, with a faint downward spiral movement.

"Here we are." Jorik said, tense.

"The main mining planet of the Burino solar system… Activating cloaking… Putting every energy output at minimum… Okay, we should be next to invisible to the Planet's security system." Pat said.

"So that was Faster than Light Travel? That felt incredible!" Momo said in awe.

"First time? Yeah, the first time you do this without being in cryogenic sleep is always a monumental feeling." Jorik said, chuckling.

"Then it becomes the norm and the magic dies." Pat added.

"Killjoy."

"I am not!"

"You kind of are," Izuku admitted, making Momo chuckle.

"Hush! We are breaching atmosphere! Just remember to be on high alert the whole time, this is not tourist attraction, so the local guards won't be nice with unwanted visitors like us! Those blasted guards will first kill us, then spend an evening drinking and wondering why we were there before forgetting we even existed once drunk enough." Pat instructed, lowering the ship's speed some more.

"Okay," Both Izuku and Momo said.

"I don't really like helping a criminal escape." She muttered.

"Me neither, but we don't have much of a choice." The young Chef muttered back in answer.

"Breaching the clouds! Ladies and gentlemen and Robots… Here you can see the lovely sight of a fully industrialized mining planet! Holes and smoke everywhere and heavy mining machines as far as eyes can see!" Jorik said, jokingly imitating a tour guide as soon as the full view of the planet-wide excavation came into view, each enormous drill or spinning blade cutting the planet's surface so big it defied imagination.

"Almost beautiful, in a twisted way." Izuku admitted.

"Yes, somehow it has a charm to it, even if in a negative sense." Momo echoed.

"To be fair, this planet was already a mess before the mining society got their corporate hands on it, at least they had the decency to remove the swamps of radioactive uranium-made sludge that used to cover 90% of the planet, now the planet is clean and won't give you cancer just by looking at it from too close." Pat answered.

"Dead rock clean." Izuku said.

"Semantics." The robot answered.

"That looks like a good place to land! It's isolated, relatively safe and close enough to my friend's SOS we won't have to walk for long!" Jorik declared, swerving the whip hard to the left and then rapidly landing under a natural arch of stone.

The spaceship landed with just a soft bump, with its retractable legs' pistons dutifully coiling to absorb the impact almost completely; and after a new round of fast buttons-smashing from the two aliens, the outside of the ship mimicked almost perfectly the rocks around it in color and texture and a long ramp was unfolded.

"This spacesuit is very nice." Momo admitted while studying the skin-tight red space suit she and Izuku were wearing, it felt light like cotton and could give them full range of movement.

"If they weren't once use only, I would tell you to keep it, too bad once removed the seals won't hold again." Jorik answered, shrugging.

He, Pat, Whitey and Shiro were instead walking outside without a suit, not needing one to walk on the planet.

"Are you okay, Shiro-kun?" Izuku asked.

"Just because the atmosphere has more ammonia than oxygen doesn't mean this Esteemed Taotie will have trouble breathing, Partner! I am above such trivial issues." Shiro answered smugly and rubbing his cheek against the glass panel in front of Izuku's face.

"Okay, just be careful and tell me if it gets uncomfortable, okay?" He answered.

"Of course, my friend."

"Your friend is a curious little thing," Jorik said, scanning the area with a small cube on metal in his hand.

"I am aware of my greatness, but thank you for noticing!" The Ancestral Taotie answered, smug.

"Got an attitude too. So? Have you found our friend?" Pat asked.

"Should be around here… The Signal is under encryption so it's not easy to locate it even while knowing the frequency." Jorik answered, walking forward.

"Why is your friend here?" Momo asked.

"There are only three jobs that pay well in the Galaxy: The Pirate, The Politician or the Bounty Hunter. Our friend has chosen the latter."

"And what about thieves?" Pat asked.

"Meh! Politicians, Thieves… Those are synonyms!" Jorik answered, smirking.

"OOOOOOH!" Both Him and Pat echoed in chorus and exchanged a fist-bump at their shared joke.

"…" Izuku and Momo just sighed and shook their heads.

They walked forward through the pats left behind by the giant tires of the trucks transporting their cargo from the excavation site to the production and shipment buildings; they air itself was thick and gravity slightly stronger than Earth's own, although Momo was surprised to feel Enbu actually helping her body adapt to it just like Izuku taught her.

And even if many things she had seen until that moment were filling every degree between Strange and Absurd, she was still walking on another planet, talking with aliens and exploring the cosmos, she not an astronaut from NASA or any other Organization back home, but it was a Yaoyorozu to achieve actual first contact with alien races… It kind of felt nice to her, proven by her adorable smile.

"They sky is a bit too Orange and having two suns instead of one looks weird, but still, this looks kind of awesome." She admitted, looking far in the distance to wards the gargantuan machines moving non-stop, dozens of pitch-black silhouettes bigger than skyscrapers standing tall against the orange sky , two big suns and the yellowish clouds, even the thick clouds of smoke released by the breaking rocks added to the picture.

"Bit too much Industrial for my tastes, but I do admit it has some strange charm." Izuku admitted.

"Kind of Brutalist too." Both him and Momo said at the same time, then they noticed they spoke in chorus and chuckled.

"Arneosians build their mining caves and excavating machines in Brutalist Style. This is fully industrial. Those machines belong to the Cafone Industries from the planet Cafone 34." Pat explained.

"Oh!"

"While you discuss architecture, I am the only one working here… Ah-HA! Found it!" Jorik said, whooping in happiness once located the SOS signal.

"Where?" Pat asked.

"Over there, follow me!" Jorik answered, hurrying down a smaller side path branching from the main one they were in.

"Coming!" Izuku and Momo said, following them.

"So we are helping a Bounty Hunter?"

"Pretty much. I never really asked why choosing this lifestyle, but I understand that sometimes doing things the 'Good Guy Way' doesn't help you make a living, especially when you apparently need A LOT of money. My friend Yamus was left with no other option but walking the path of the Bounty Hunter… Thank Gods they are good at it!" Jorik answered.

"Not just good… I am the best…" A metallic voice said.

"There you are!"

All Izuku and Momo saw was a humanoid bulky red armor leaning with its left arm (completely covered from the elbow down by a big rotary cannon with six barrels) against a wall, the right hand was holding the side in pain and the wearer was clearly wounded and in pain, and holding onto consciousness by sheer force of Will since they were swaying heaving even while just standing still.

"You are wounded!" Pat yelled and hurrying to help them stand and walk.

"Just a bit! Hehehe! I underestimated Grogor's defenses when paying him a visit and paid the price. A stray blaster bullet got me… Eh! Sheer dumb luck on that guard's side!" Yamus answered, their helmet turning their voice into a cracking mess of statics.

"Grogor?!" Jorik shrieked.

"Your Helmet is damaged too, I hope the filters are working! Ammonia is not good for your race!"

"Not really, Pat! My mouth tastes funny…" They answered, slurring.

"Shit! Take them to the ship!" Jorik yelled.

"I'll help you!" Momo said, helping Pat dragging the barely-conscious bounty hunter.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

To their shock three tall pods landed no too far away from where they were, and from each of those pods four soldiers armed to the teeth hurried out.

"Fan out! Find that bastard Yamus!" The Captain of the small squad ordered.

"Oh, fuck! Grogor's personal Army!" Jorik yelled, pulling out a duo of gaudy-looking golden blasters overstuffed in attachments, like three laser pointers, two scopes, four torches and two enlarged clips so long they almost touched the ground.

"You and your overcompensating guns!" Pat added, pulling out of his left leg's compartment a plain-looking rifle with a muzzle crackling in red energy.

"Whitey!" Izuku ordered.

"Understood! Troublemakers shall be stripped as an example to others!" The Robot answered, switching to red eyes mode.

"But-"

"They can breath this atmosphere, Host! Disciplinary Stripping won't cause their death!"

"Oh… Okay then."

"I FOUND THEM!" One of the soldiers yelled, and immediately all of them started shooting towards them.

"Take cover!"

Pew! Pew! Pew!

"..."

"… God they have bad aim…" Shiro admitted after a short pause.

While everybody else took cover, Izuku was standing still in the open, and yet all the shots were missing him by a wide margin.

"Your doing, System?" Izuku asked in bewilderment while a red blaster shot missed his head of at least forty inches.

"No." The Entity answered.

"Take cover, you fool! Those are the best shooters in the Galaxy!" Jorik yelled while peeking out of cover to shoot those guys.

"… Really?" The young Chef asked, turning around to look at Jorik while asking him that, and the blaster shoots still missed him.

"Damn! The green-haired one is slippery!" One of the soldiers yelled in dismay.

"Of course… Things have been too normal for more than ten minutes after all…" Momo muttered with a groan.

"I'll… Take care of them…" Yamus said weakly, and once pointed their chain gun arm at the hanging giant blade standing immobile above them, they actually shot and broke the huge blade off with barely few shots.

Clang!

With a loud thundering sound the blade detached and slammed down on the ground and started rolling towards the soldiers, making them scatter away in fear so to not be crushed… Except one.

"JENSEN! NOOOO!" The Captain yelled in horror at seeing his soldier, and best friend, run away chased by the giant blade.

"WHY! OH WHY I WAS NOT TOLD HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS!?" The guy screamed in fear while running in a straight line.

Flashback – Prometheus Academy -

Class was in session, and a very old woman was going through a very fundamental lesson when her eyes fell on a student blatantly ignoring her.

"Focus, Jensen! One day you will need to know how to act if a giant object is rolling behind you and you need to escape from it!" The old woman said, slapping her desk with a long wooden ruler.

"Suuuure, Miss Dawson!" The young kid answered, rolling his eyes and returning to ignore her completely while drawing himself as a big and strong heroic soldier in a corner of his school book.

"Stupid lesson, who needs to learn how to run away from things?" He muttered in derision of his silly teacher.

End of the flashback -

"… GODDAMNIT!" Jensen yelled in dismay, soon disappearing from view while chased by the giant rolling blade.

"Jensen! Jensen! Just jump to the side! Jump to the side, damnit!" One of the soldiers yelled.

"Wait! Where did those guys and Yamus go?!" The leader of the group yelled in anger once noticed the disappearance of Izuku and the others.

ZOOOOM!

To their dismay they could only see where they were once noticed the small fish-shaped space ship rapidly breaching atmosphere to leave the planet.

"Fuck! They left! Alert Doctor Grogor immediately! We must find that ship and recapture Yamus!" The man ordered.

"Yessir!"

Meanwhile – With Izuku and Momo – Space -

As soon as they left the planet, Jorik gave the space ship's equivalent of "Pedal to the metal" And hurriedly initiated Warp Speed and made his ship blink out of reality to travel faster than light towards a new destination.

"Okay! We are safe! We are safe!" Pat said, emptying his oil flask in just few gulps to calm down.

"We almost got gunned down by a bunch of armed psychos at the orders of an insane Megalomaniac! Fuck! Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit smoking!" Jorik said, lighting-up a massive cigar to take several giant lungfuls and then release everything in a giant purple cloud of smoke.

"Who were those people?" Momo asked.

"The Private army of a Mad Scientist called Doctor Grogor. The guy is known as the greatest scientist alive, and also so damn insane and Evil they say he blows-up planets for fun." Pat explained.

"And for some reason he wants you dead, Yamus! Why?!" Jorik asked.

"Listen… The Resistance paid me to destroy a giant cargo of weapons and locate an AI Core. And I did that. Mostly." Yamus answered, they were still wrapping a long string of bandages around their waist to cover the bright green medical paste Pat helped them use on their wounds.

"Mostly?" Izuku asked.

"Destroyed the weapons, but I could not find that AI Core. And I looked everywhere." The Bounty Hunter answered.

"Why they wanted you to steal that thing?" Momo asked.

"Grogor has always been a very sought-after name in the black market when it comes to illegal weapons of mass destruction, so the Resistance wanted to stop him from selling even more weapons to Pirates and unscrupulous Dictators. One of which the current 'Emperor' that manipulates the Senate from the shadows." Yamus answered, resetting their left shoulder with a crack! Sound and a grunt of pain.

"And the AI Core?" Pat asked.

"That they didn't tell me much. Just that it is instead a fundamental part of Grogor's own plans. So they wanted me to steal it to study it… And probably use it for their own battles. Not that I really care." They answered.

"But you didn't find it."

"I really tried, Pat! It was supposed to be sealed inside a giant glass tube six feet tall, but I only found the support base, so I guess they had just moved it before I arrived." Yamus grunted in answer and slapped their leg with the big rotary gun they had for arm.

"What now?"

"I'll keep looking, of course! Just take me to one of my secret hideouts, I'll grab my spare space ship and resume the hunt."

"Wait! Wait! So you destroyed a convoy of weapons of that mad scientist Grogor? That's why those guys are hunting you down?" Jorik asked with wide eyes.

"I destroyed the entire base, actually! Before leaving I even made sure the entire asteroid had left orbit and crashed into the sun… But it was necessary, they paid me a lot of money to stop that latest delivery of weapons of mass destruction. And you know me, if the pay is good enough, no job is impossible for me!" Yamus answered, laughing weakly because of their wounds.

"That guy is completely insane, and yet you went and destroyed one of his bases?" Pat asked, horrified.

"Eh! What can I say, the pay was damn good!" The Bounty Hunter answered, smirking.

"And now the guy will very likely want you dead… And just to be sure, he will also kill whoever helps you. And that is us!" The short alien said, groaning.

"Whoopsie, Jorik! But to be fair, at the time a full-frontal assault looked like a good plan! And even then, it was a lot of fun!" Yamus answered, chuckling.

"Fuck, you just made us all a target of that psycho just for a fistful of SDCBs…Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit amphetamines!" Jorik said, shuddering and downing several small pills like they were mints.

"Come on! Where is your sense of adventure?"

"I left it in my other pants, sorry." he answered with a sarcastic tone.

"This thing sounds like a mess." Momo said, groaning.

"A mess we may be dragged into." Izuku added, face-palming.

"I still haven't thanked you! You two… Ehm… Are?"

"Izuku."

"Momo."

"Well, Izuku and Momo, I owe you my life! So if I can return the facor and help you one day, just remember to call!" Yamus said, chuckling.

"Thanks… But I am just interested in hunting down three creatures." Izuku answered, sighing.

"Uhm?"

"I was asked by my sponsor to hunt and capture three animals: a Terrorix, an Allotriomorph and a Geopollux." Izuku explained.

"… Never heard of that shit." Jorik admitted.

"Names ring no bells." Pat echoed.

"I haven't met any either. BUT! I know a guy that may know!" Yamus said as well, but added the last part as soon as he saw Izuku's face starting to turn sad.

"Who? Any help would be invaluable to us!" momo begged.

"Doctor Amelia Greens. The Xenobiologist, if SHE doesn't know about a race, it's because it never existed!" Yamus explained, proudly.

"NOOOO! We are not going to Planet Cazzaro! I won't put my ship at risk in that forest shithole!" Jorik said in petulant denial.

"What, Jorik? Did you turn into a globorb?" Yamus said with a static-filled teasing tone.

"Uh?"

"Their way to call somebody a chicken." The System explained to both Izuku and Momo.

"I AM NOT A GLOBORB!" Jorik shrieked.

"BLOBLOBLOBLOB!" Yamus gurgled, probably imitating that animal.

"I am not!"

"Just take them there… We did promise we would have helped them in exchange of acting as our scapegoats while recovering Yamus…" Pat said, sighing.

"But that planet is just an entire giant forest full of giant animals, huge mosquitoes, toxic plants, and a plethora of other annoying stuff!" Jorik said, whining.

"Yeah, but we promised." Pat answered.

"… Fine… Take your seats… We are going to a forest planet with 70000% Humidity and hot as fuck…" The short alien said.

"Thank you, Mister Jorik!" Momo and Izuku said in chorus with a wide smile.

"Yes, thank you, Jorik!" Yamus echoed, obviously smirking under their helmet.

"Fuck, why I always get dragged in other people's messes… Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue…" Jorik muttered, opening a small compartment next to his driving seat to recover a tube of glue.

A "Short" Jump through Hyper space later – Planet Cazzaro's orbit -

When the fish-shaped space ship reappeared from its jaunt through hyperspace, the occupants could see a massive planet appear in front of them, completely covered by green forests and very "small" and sparse slices of sea, two moons orbiting it and a lot of space stations hovering above the forest planet.

"Uh! As always, three fourths of the nerds of the Galaxy are here to study everything on that green hell." Jorik said, humming.

"Recently discovered, can't expect scientists to not get excited at a brand new planet to explore and study." Pat answered.

"So your scientist friend is in there?" Izuku asked.

"That planet's forests are immense." Momo added, looking worriedly at the giant planet far bigger than earth.

"That is why we will first visit her office in the Space Station where she is employed as animal expert! There their colleagues will tell us how to find her." Yamus answered.

"Hopefully it will be that easy. Do you know which one it is?" Pat asked.

"… I don't remember the name…" Yamus admitted after a long pause.

"Try to remember, in the meantime we will pass by them slowly, so to have time to dock." Jorik answered, sighing.

"I am re-reading our old messages! Gimme a minute!" The Bounty Hunter answered, frantic.

"Do the researchers here know each other?" Momo asked.

"Technically, yes. Unless they are part of rival companies, they sometimes do share notes." Pat answered.

"So we could make a stop in that space station and ask if they know in which Space Station Miss Greens works as a researcher?" Momo said, pointing at the big complex structure floating alone in the void of space, separated from the other structures, it looked pretty unremarkable and was only decorated by a giant 13 written in bold blocky letters on all sides.

"… Maybe we shouldn't stop in that specific one to ask…" Izuku countered, watching the strange guy dressed like a full-fledged clown, red nose and big squeaky shoes comprised, wave at him with an oversized power-drill spinning at high speed from one of the Space Station's big windows.

Behind the guy there was utter chaos: naked people running around with their mouth open in a perpetual scream, guys in power-armor fighting imaginary monsters while drooling as if drugged up to their eyeballs and then there was a single janitor with an unfazed expression and wearing giant earphones to ignore the chaos around him while mopping-up all the blood drenching walls and floor that somebody used to write curses and racist slurs everywhere.

"… Yes, maybe we should dock in the next one…" Momo answered as an entire side of the space station labelled 13 exploded because a guy in only his boxers threw a giant grenade to his equally-naked friend that batted it back baseball-style with a big unstable-looking power-cell cracking in electricity.

"Space station 13… I wonder why they keep using that place, if you ask me, that place is cursed." Pat commented, shaking his head.

"FOUND IT! The Space Station of the Yeyland-Wutani Corporation. The spherical one!" Yamus said in relief and pointing at a truly giant space station a bit ahead of them.

"Good! I'll ask permission for landing and… And ask where we will need to land to find Dr. Greens." Jorik said, sighing in defeat.

"Come on, maybe it will been fun?" Pat tried saying.

"… Fuck… Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit licking space frogs…" The short alien muttered, grabbing a big purple Space Frog to give a long lick to its back.

"Drama Queen." Pat answered, rolling his eyes.

Some time later – Planet Cazzaro – Research Camp Beta 22 -

The forest was so thick light barely passed through the dense foliage, flowers of every possible colors where adorning the sides of the paths created by the many vehicles connecting the various research camps to the launch platform from where space ships came and went almost non-stop to bring on planet the researchers or to recover them.

Many different melodious calls of birds and other animals echoed everywhere, especially after the ending of the recent rain season, even the local predators were frolicking about to prepare for the incoming mating season.

Whistling a merry tune, a young woman with red hair and freckles, and dressed in full explorer gear, was merrily collecting samples of plants and terrain to bring back to her temporary laboratory on the planet.

Unknown to her, a mysterious figure cloaked in an invisibility field was following her every move in great interest.

"Want… Some… Candy?" A distorted voice echoed all around her.

"What? What was that? Anybody there?" Dr. Greens asked, confused.

"Want… Some… Cand-QWACK!" The Same voice was saying before releasing a chocked squeal similar to a frightened pig.

What followed were noises of somebody getting stripped naked against their will and then getting beaten into a pulp.

"Howdy Greens! How are you?" Yamus said with a cheerful tone, she was acting as the guide for Izuku's group.

"Yamus! It's been so long! How are you?" The Researcher answered, hugging the Bounty Hunter as hard as she could.

"Doing fine, as always! What about you? Having fun analysing everything here?"

"You joking? This planet is amazing! There is so much to study here! I like it here," Greens answered, and swatting dead a mosquito the size of a golden retriever dog without battling an eye.

"Troublemaker dealt with." Whitey said, rejoining the group as soon as the noises of the one-sided beat-down stopped.

"Uh?" Greens asked.

"Whitey said that a creep was about to hurt you, we asked him to deal with the guy." Izuku answered.

"Oh! Thank you then! One can never be safe in this part of the Galaxy! But to what do I owe your visit?" The Researcher asked.

"My little friends here are looking for three strange animals, and since I never heard of them, I thought that you could help! You are the only expert in strange animals I know!" Yamus answered, chuckling.

"Strange animals? Uhm! You know I don't really like when you simplify my job like that, but please, tell me more while we walk back to my tent!" She answered, humming.

At the same time – Yeyland-Wutani HQ -

There was blood everywhere, covering almost every inch of the corridors and ceiling, dead guards and scientists had been torn apart and thrown left and right in a truly nightmarish sight.

The CEO of the Company was looking at the horrifying spectacle of death and violence without a reaction.

"So our Prototype escaped? He asked to the men behind him with a sneer, he looked in disgust at the blood dirtying his design shoes and actually cleaned them on a corpse nearby.

"We underestimated the strength of an Allotriomorph, sir!" The Head of the Company's RD Department answered, holding a handkerchief on his mouth to not puke.

"Total of the damages?" The CEO asked.

"Two thousand victims betw-"

"I asked for the damages, not how many of those idiots failed to keep my investment escape." He interrupted the scientist.

"Se-Several Millions in machines, but we are still cataloguing everything that got damaged."

"I want a detailed list. And the responsible for these waste of money. And send somebody to clean! This place smells!" The CEO ordered, marching away.

"What about the victims' families, sir?"

"Send a letter or something, make it sound heartfelt or something. I don't care. Find a way to blame the Rebels or another similar group of morons." He answered, uncaring.

"Find my Allotriomorph! We still need that thing to breed us an army of weapons to sell to the best bidder!"

"At once, sir!"

Meanwhile – Desert planet -

Another CEO, this one luckily with an actual set of morals, was watching with sad eyes a room full of wounded people being taken care by a giant squad of doctors working at all times to take care of every patient.

"Another attack?" He asked to his assistant.

"Yes, sir. This time in sector 3. Drills 4 and 5 have been damaged heavily and the Teams working there… Well… You can see for yourself." The young woman answered, she too looking saddened.

"Drills can be replaced, components can be fixed, but people have only one life… Any idea what is that monstrosity?" He asked.

"Nothing in the database. But listening to the local tribes, they call it a Geopollux. But even they are surprised one still exists, since they are supposed to have gone extinct when the planet became mostly desert many thousands of years ago." The assistant answered.

"And Extinct animal popping-up to defend its territory?" The CEO asked, confused.

"Probably our recent excavations in the area awakened it from some kind of Hibernation, we did find few sparse ice caves deep underground… We are excavating where there was supposed to be the planet's south pole, after all."

"And that thing's scales are too thick even for lasers to pierce...Kinetic weapons are outrageously expensive…" The poor man groaned.

"We are also awfully behind schedule, sir." The assistant added, looking distraught.

"But I don't want to put my workers' life at risk."

"Then I guess we will need to stretch our budget a bit and hire some external help."

"No other choice, hn?" The CEO asked, sighing.

"I fear that with how little time we have to fix this issue, no other options are available, unless we move the entire excavation site elsewhere… And the cost for that will be-"

"Astronomical. I know." The man said, sighing.

"…"

"Sir?"

"Put out the notice, but be sure to make it clear that it's a mission for experts, not for fools. I won't feed innocents to that monster." He asked.

"I'll take care of that, Sir, don't worry." She answered with a reassuring smile.

"Thank you."

Several Light Years away – Ice Planet -

At the polar opposite of that planet, many and many light years away, there was a world completely covered in ice and near-perpetual snow storms, a world isolated by most of the battle between Corporations, Evil Empires and Evil Scientist; in fact, it was inhabited by various tribes and very small settlements.

And in one of them, a young girl with chalk-white skin and big round orange eyes with pitch-black irises was crying her eyes out.

"Baba, the Chief has decided, if Theo does not step-down, he will be banished." The Girl's mother said while comforting the distraught girl.

"But, Mama! I don't love Jubho!" She cried-out.

"I know, my little snowflake! I know! But Jubho's father is our best hunter, and he is the Leader of the Hunter Pack, without them our tribe will not be able to survive the long winter…" The old woman answered, she too started weeping for her poor daughter.

" , Mama! Jubho… The way he looks at me… He makes me feel like a prey!" Baba whimpered.

"I know… I too saw his dark eyes, and I saw only darkness in them." Her mother admitted, shivering in revulsion.

"What should I do then?" Baba asked.

"Jubho has already showed being an even better hunter than his father, and is supposed to take over the Hunter Pack in the future… People will push for you to accept his proposal of marriage even just to stay on his good side."

"But I don't love him! Looking at him makes me feel sick! Dirty!" Baba yelled.

"Unfortunately there is no solution to this!" He Mother answered, helplessness turning into burning rage.

"There is a solution instead!" It was then that a young, tall man, of the same alien race of the two, barged into the ice-made igloo.

"THEO!" Baba yelled, throwing herself in his open arms to hug him and cry on his shoulder.

"You don't plan to run away with my daughter, do you?!"

"No. I plan to Challenge Jubho! I will bring here a prey even he can't hunt or match!" He said with burning determination.

"A Prey… NO! YOU CAN'T!" Baba yelled in horror.

"You fool! You want to hunt the Ice Demon?!" Her mother screamed with wide eyes.

"Yes! Terrorix! I will bring it here! And prove my superiority to Jubho. That should be enough to save Baba and marry her!" Theo answered, unwavering.

"Then you will die!"

"With Baba's life and happiness on the line, I am ready to risk my life for her!" Theo answered.

"Nobody will help you! That monster rules over the Ancient Mountains unopposed!"

"No, Theo… Please!" Baba begged.

"I am doing this for you, my Beloved Baba. If Jubho is so obtuse to be ready to force you marry him, then I will drop to his level and beat him where his Pride and Ego feeds: Hunting." The young alien said.

"… You are insane."

"No, I love your daughter." He answered.

Sigh! "… Take my husband spear, he used to say it used to bring him good luck when hunting…"

"No! MAMA!"

"When everything is lost, Baba, Hope is all that remains… And Theo may be the last ray of Hope we have left to save you from Jubho's greed." She answered.

It truly was a hopeless situation, and to add more salt to their bleeding hearts, the wild winds outside carried inside the igloo the far-away high-pitched cries of a giant, cruel creature that had made its home at the frigid tops of the insanely-tall mountains casting their immense shadow over the small settlement, as if to mock them with the sheer immensity of the obstacle standing between Baba and Theo.

End of the Chapter -

Omake: Inter-Dimensional Ingredient Hunting.

It was, like, totally awesome! A dessert that, like, blows your mind!

Beverly Hills – Mall

Three young girls were happily humming and laughing while carrying many, many bags in their arms, all spoils of their hunts for sales, and yet they were not satisfied yet!

"I say that another round at Terry's will do the trick!" The blond girl said.

"I saw we should visit Harnold's instead! I am sure those shoes will fit me!" The red-haired one insisted.

"I am sure of that! But next, I want to try that new Cinnamon and apple smoothie!" The Black haired one answered.

"Heck yeah!" The other two chorused…

It was then that a wall slid opened to show the giant mouth of a metallic tunnel that sucked them in like a giant vacuum cleaner.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAH!" The three girls screamed in fear once captured by the contraption that then slid back inside the wall.

"Glad you could make it, girls." An old man said with a playful smirk, he was also enjoying the same smoothie the girls had been planning to get.

"Ough!" The blond one, at the bottom of the pile, groaned in pain from the impact of her friends on her poor back.

"Sorry, Clover!" The other two said in chorus while helping her to stand.

"Not a very graceful landing." The big round sphere attached to the ceiling said.

"We didn't expect to be called so suddenly, Gladys." Red haired one answered.

"I am aware that you were occupied by your bi-monthly sale hunt, but unfortunately this Mission could not wait."

"What do you mean, Jerry?" Clover asked.

"Gladys, if you would…" Jerry answered, and the AI promptly answered.

"In the last two weeks over forty Chefs have been kidnapped. All of them took part to a cooking show hosted by a retired Chef called Jean Claude." Gladys answered, showing the picture of a man with half his face covered in scars and wearing an eye-patch. Looking at him, nobody would actually think he was a Chef to begin with.

"Ugh! What happened to him?" Sam asked, grimaced.

"At the very peak of his career, he tried creating the world biggest souffle, unfortunately one of his helpers mistakenly caused it to deflate and the boiling hot thing collapsed on top of him." Jerry answered, and the screen behind him showed the footage of of that strange and yet terrible incidents, showing a younger Jean Claude being submerged in what looked like being several tonnes of boiling hot deflating souffle.

"Oh, poor dear." Alex grimaced in sympathy.

"Unfortunately the media was not as gentle as you are, girls. He was actually mocked and ridiculed for it… Reason why we believe he is actually the one kidnapping those young Chefs. Our physiologists at WOOHP analysed his mannerism and all seems to point at his jealousy for young talent being recognized while his was mocked as the catalyst for his madness." Jerry explained.

"Okay, but what does he do with the kidnapped Chefs?" Clover asked.

"That is what I want you to discover, girls. You will infiltrate the Finals of the show as journalists of our fake Cooking Blog, and as soon as the Winner is selected, follow Jean Claude closely. He may have been able to cover his traces and always have an alibi that cleared him from any accusation." Jerry answered.

"But you are not convinced?" Alex asked.

"He always, always, buys giant quantities of chocolate after each winner is selected, Gladys confirmed that the quantity bought always matches the body weight and mass of the winners." Jerry answered with narrowed eyes.

"And with all the weirdos we have already faced, that is too strange a coincidence." Clover answered.

"Exactly, so! As usual, me and Gladys will introduce you your gadgets for this Mission and send you on the field, you ready?" He asked.

"Yes, Jerry!" The three girls answered in chorus.

The next Day – Paris – TV Studio -

Everything was going fairly normal during the show, with the scarred Chef Jean Claude limping heavily whenever he walked but still presenting the image of a jovial, happy-go-lucky TV Host interviewing and judging the various contestant fairly and professionally.

Behind the scenes, mixing with the other journalists, the three young spies stood in wait, Alex the interviewer, Clover the photographer and Sam the camera woman.

"It's time to meet the new Champion!" They all heard Jean Claude say with a wide smile.

"Ready, girls!" Sam said with narrowed eyes.

"… Steven!" Jean Claude declared after a long pause to raise the Hype, and then a shower of confetti rained over the guy the jury choose as the Winner.

"Wonderful job, Steven! As part of your prize, you will receive 10 thousand dollars and a chance to become a student of La Rue, the most prestigious cooking school of Paris!" Jean Claude declared while giving the winner a one armed hug to appear next to him on camera.

"Okay, now we need to not miss a single move of that creep." Clover muttered.

Later that night – Secret lab in Jean Claude's Villa's basement -

Right under the giant, ultra-luxurious villa built in the colonial style there was n ample basement tastefully decorated and furnished… And right behind a fake wall, a new ramp of stairs leading to a secret laboratory full of futuristic and incredibly advanced machinery.

"HEEEELP!" And a young man, the winner of the contest, was trapped inside a glass cylinder where his body was slowly being covered by chocolate in a twisted turture.

"Soon you will become yet another chocolate staute! Just like all the others!" Jean Claude declared with crazed eyes.

"P-Please let me go!" Steven begged while chocolate started covering his chest.

"NO! If I was denied the fame and respect as a Chef I deserve, nobody can get it!" Jean Claude spat in anger and hatred.

"Instead of helping me, instead of pitying me, they laughed! LAUGHED! After that incompetent ruined my giant souffle, my life fell to ruin! I was laughed out of every kitchen! But I showed them! I showed them all!" The madman ranted, his spit flying everywhere.

"First I disappeared for a few years to study chemistry, and then, with the knowledge I gained, I planned my revenge! Encasing whoever dared to get the recognition I never could get in an eternal slumber of chocolate! Giant statues commemorating my divine punishment towards whoever dares to think they are better than me!" Jean Claude said, his only eye wide with a tiny pupil and a wide, insane smile.

"You… You are crazy!" Steven said, horrified and with chocolate already reaching his shoulders.

"No! I am just enacting the sweetest justice! But don't worry, my chocolate is special, it is laced with a compound of my creation that will hybernate you, you will remain safe and sound inside my chocolate until I have decided you have been punished enough!… Maybe in a couple hundred years I will even let you go! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The Insane Chef laughed maniacally.

"NOOOOO!" The guy yelled in horror, and stopping only when the chocolate completely encased him, turning him in a life-like statue of white chocolate.

"Hehehehe! Almost ready for the fridge!" Jean Claude said in insane glee.

Crash!

"This is were we stop you, Jean Claude!" Sam yelled as she and her friends forced their way in, after recording Jean Claude's ramblings as a further proof of his bad deeds.

"You can't stop me! I deserve justice for their laughing at me! For ruining my life!" Jean Claude yelled in answer, and grabbed what looked like being a giant bulky water-gun.

"Eh?" The girls muttered, confused by the strange weapon.

"You are lucky! I will let you taste my newest creation! "crème a l'acide"! Hahahahaha!" He yelled, and with a new round of mad laughter, he squirted white cream from his gun that managed to melt everything it touched on impact.

"GAH! SCATTER!" Clover yelled, and the girl split just in time to get a massive shower of corrosive cream.

"Come on! Don't run! You can't say you don't like it until you do not taste it at least once!" Jean Claude yelled with a mocking tone, and at each press of his trigger, a new volley of corrosive cream went shot, creating a new hole in the walls or melting the equipment.

"There is too little space here!" Sam shrieked.

"We need to take him outside!" Sam answered.

"Stop running! I want to stuff you! Gyahahahahaha!" Jean Claude yelled.

"You'll have to catch you first!" Clover answered.

The girls were using both agility and clever tactics to drive their fight to the upper floor, until a stray splurt of corrosive cream landed on a wall separating the living room to the kitchen…

And they saw a young man with green hair giving the finishing touches to what could only be described as a piece of culinary Art made by God himself.

"Daaaamn! What's the name of this dish?" Nejire asked, amazed.

"Foie Gras Flambe au Cognac. The recipe was incomplete, so it took me a bit to fill the blanks and perfect it. But I am pleased wioth the results." Izuku answered, plating the thing.

"Who are you?" Sam asked.

"You… You completed my secret recipe?!" Jean Claude instead asked with a shriek.

"Hn? Ah, you must be the Villain Chef! Good Evening! Yes, Icchan was tasked with recovering and completing the recipe, and considering we saw you were about to get arrested for your crimes… I permitted to Izuku to just borrow your recipe as the actual Pro Hero present on the scene." Nejire answered.

"Also, I freed the guys you captured and stored inside that freezing room of your for your personal Horro Museum." Izuku added.

"You feed them?" Jean Claude asked, dumbfounded.

"Ah-hem!" Several voices cleared their throats from behind Mad Chefs and spies, and when they turned around, they saw every victim of Jean Claude free from their chocolate hibernation and Furious.

"NO! Who the heck are you?!" Jean Claude asked.

"Besides a damn cute guy!" Clover quipped, making her friends groan at her bad timing.

"Nice to meet you, I am Izuku Midoriya, Chef." Izuku answered, bowing.

"You dare think to come into my home, free my prisoners from the fate I bestowed on them and believe you can just complete my Magnus Opus recipe?! The recipe that will win me the Love of the entire world?!" He shrieked.

"The System was right… He is completely insane." Nejire commented, surprised by how bad the man's mental health was.

"DIEEEEEE!" Jean Claude Yelled, emptying an entire canister of corrosive cream all at once to shoot izku.

"NO!" The Spies yelled in horror.

Swiiiing!

Under the disbelieving look of everybody present, izuku's dragon knife and Myriad Manifestation Mallet appeared in his hands, and once the mallet turned into a thin knife itself, the young Chef twirled both blades so fast their blades disappeared in an invisible blur of distorted air; Izuku then caught the flying corrosive cream mid-air and used his spinning knives to mount that cream into a thick peak he then delicately deposited on a nearby table to melt a hole in the floor by itself without hurting anybody. All happening in barely a second.

"How did you do that?!" Jean Claude demanded in shock, then he made the mistake of blinking.

"Vajra Filleting!" When Jean Claude opened his eyes again izuku was already past him and the water gun in his hand had turned into thin stripes, cut by the young man's knife effortlessly no matter the super-alloys the guy had used to build the cream gun.

"YOU DEVIL!"

"Spiral Gun!" Nejire frowned at the guy's attempt at strangling her boyfriend, and while pointing a single finger at Jean Claude, she blasted him with a spiral of energy the sixe of his torso that slammed him heavily against the wall hard enough he left an imprint.

"No attacking my boyfriend, thank you!" She asked with narrowed eyes.

"I will have my revenge!" The madman stumbled forward, only for a big metallic hand to clamp on his shoulder to stop him.

"Troublemakers will be stripped as an example top others!" Whitey declared with red eyes.

"...Oh, no…" The Villain whimpered.

Strip! Slap! CRASH!

Stripped naked, bitch-slapped several times and finally punched into a crater; that was the undignified end of Jean Claude the Mad Chef Villain.

"Well, I am glad we had some help, at least." Sam said, sighing.

"Didn't plan to get in the way to be honest!" izuku admitted with a sheepish smile.

"Hey, it's totally okay, don't worry." Clover answered, winking.

"AT least these people are safe! Now we need to tell Jerry to send somebody to help that last guy down there and these people here." Alex said.

"And to arrest Jean Claude too!" Sam added.

"That too."

"Do you need my testimony?" Izuku asked.

"Or mine?" Nejire added.

"Just a couple questions."

"Sure!" Both answered.

Two long hours of interrogation later Izuku and Nejire were permitted to leave by Jerry himself… Only to find Sam, Alex and Clover waiting for them.

"Soooo…" Alex said.

"We kind of tasted that thing you made." Clover added, twirling few hair around a finger.

"Uh-hu?" Both Izuku and Nejire's muscles tensed, ready to bolt.

"And it was heavenly! I never knew Foie Gras tasted that amazing or felt that smooth and tender!" Alex exclaimed in awe,

"Glad you liked it…" Izuku answered, tense like a violin cord.

"So we were wondering if you could come cooking something else at our place… As a form of celebration for arresting Jean Claude." Sam said.

"Alone." Clover added.

"And maybe stay the night?" All three asked.

"…"

The three girls smiled wide… But Nejire wasn't smiling wide, she was actually growling.

"SPIRAL CANNON!" A giant explosion generated by both her hands lifted an immense cloud of dust, and when Alex dispersed the cloud with one of their gadgets, Nejire was already flying away with Izuku tightly (and kind of possessively) trapped in her hug

"WAAAAAAAAAAIT!" The three spies yelled, immediately giving chase.

And the System… The System fumed…

But the System planned.

They were getting closer.

End of Omake.

If we want to be calling it canon: the actor John Hurt played a character suffering an Alien Chestbuster in Alien AND the spoof movie Spaceballs, making him technically a guy that got "Chestbusted" TWICE.

He died in 2017, but I still wanted to remember the amazing guy that took part to two of my favourite movies,

may he rest in peace.

Small Extra…

"Villain Support, This is John, how can I help you?"

"Unintelligible groaning."

"It's you?! What happened?!"

"Pitiful groaning."

"Stripped naked and beaten green? Who the heck have you tried to hunt now?"

"Sobbing and whining."

"Green Hair and Green eyes… I got nobody in the database matching that!"

"Unsure mumbling."

"The Female called one of them Izuku?… Aren't you in a forest planet 30000 light years away from planet earth, in the year 8000? How the heck did you walk on Izuku Midoriya?!"

"unsure grumbling."

"Accompanied by a robot and a tall dark haired female? He has not a robot!"

"Petulant hissing."

Sigh! "Gimme a moment."

"Hey, Levi! Can you check something for me?"

"...What do you want, John?"

"Since when Izuku Midoriya has a robot?"

"A robot?"

"A white one with a round belly… And a furry strange animal around his neck."

"Strange stuff."

"Just check, I got a Predator on the line and he is sobbing."

"Fine, Fine… Izuku Midoriya, plus white robot, plus furry… DROP THE CALL! DROP THE CALL!"

"I am not dropping the call, Levi!"

"He is a variant! One chosen by The System!"

"I am dropping the call! Sorry, man, you are on your own! We are not dealing with That! Good Luck!"

"Scared begging for help."

Click!

"...Poor bastard,"

End of the Extra.