Hey guys and welcome back to Dimensional Heroes! :-)
I'm glad to see how much you guys like the previous chapter however I want to alert everyone that I have been updating it due to grammatical errors that I found and I also have improved several sections some of the notable ones that if you go back and read the first chapter is Ben's transformation into Heatblast descriptive along with the introduction of both Weiss and Ruby
But enough about the boring stuff you're here for action, adventure. Very VERY dumb jokes Don't deny it if you like Ben 10 then you like dumb jokes
Sadly we will not be focusing on Ben in this chapter this chapter will be focusing more on the events that are happening underneath Beacon Academy with Amber along with Max and Cooper without further ado this is
Chapter 2 Grim Beginnings
Cinder gave a piercing glare at The newly dubbed Phantom 10, her anger simmering dangerously close to the Boiling point. Her gaze locked onto the bizarre yet sleek contours of the futuristic firearms they wielded. Each gun seemed to be an intricate fusion of a Glock 19 and a classic 1911, the top half taking on the familiar shape of her trusted Glock but with a more robust and imposing build. The grip, on the other hand, mirrored the elegant curves of 1911, adding an unexpected vintage flair to the otherwise modern design. The unsettling combination filled her with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, intensifying the tension in the air.
( think of the DC-17 from Star Wars Clone Wars I like the design of the pistol)
Finished admiring the man's choice in weapons she cleared her throat and spoke "I would greatly appreciate it if you would step aside unless you want to get hurt"
Undeterred in the slightest, Phantom 10 launched an offensive, firing green energy bolts that sliced through the air with a fierce intensity, aimed directly at Cinder. In response, Cinder quickly conjured curved, short swords from thin air, their shimmering edges reflecting the vibrant energy shots.
Phantom 10, displaying remarkable agility, holstered his left pistol with a swift motion. In a brilliant flash of green light, a small, crossbow-like weapon appeared in his right hand. This, however, was no standard armament. As soon as he pulled the trigger, a thick green energy rope shot forth, latching onto the back wall and yanking him forward at high speed towards Cinder. The sudden momentum caught her off-guard, allowing him to land a swift kick to her face.
Though briefly stunned, Cinder swiftly recovered, instinctively forming a bow from the air around her. She began firing a barrage of arrows at Phantom 10, each one glistening with potency as it flew toward the target. Yet, with impressive acrobatics, Phantom 10 dodged nearly every single arrow, performing multiple backflips, somersaults, and cartwheels with an ease that belied the danger of the situation.
As he maneuvered, he reached for his utility belt, extracting several shuriken with deft fingers. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled them at Cinder. She skillfully dodged two of the sharpened stars, but the third struck the ground near her. A smug grin spread across her face as she taunted him, "You missed." However, that triumphant look quickly vanished when she noticed him clutching a small detonator in his hand.
With a swift and decisive push of a button, the shuriken embedded into the floor erupted in an explosion, sending jagged shards of debris hurtling through the air. The sudden blast shattered the tense atmosphere of their fierce confrontation, scattering dust and fragments in all directions.
Amidst the chaos, Ozpin's heart raced as he witnessed the devastation inflicted upon Amber's stasis pond. Panic surged through him as he rushed to her side, his eyes darting over the intricate circuitry that had been damaged by the javelin. He quickly realized that the javelin had struck the central power core, the very heart that maintained Amber's delicate balance. Time was of the essence; he had to repair the damage as swiftly as possible.
Jaune, standing nearby and still grappling with the unfolding chaos, was filled with confusion and dread. "What just happened? Is she going to be all right?" he asked, his voice laced with concern
Ozpin released a deep sigh, a mix of frustration and urgency. "No," he replied gravely, his gaze fixed on the wreckage around them. "The javelin hit her central power core. She'll be… she'll be dead in ten minutes unless I can do something to fix this."
Overhearing the gravity of the situation, Phantom 10 sprang into action. His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. "Old man, take over! I'll save her. You distract the dominatrix mobster!" There was no time to waste; every second counted in their desperate bid to save Amber.
Ozpin, with his cane at the ready ominously, surged forward into the heart of the battlefield, where chaos reigned and smoke billowed around him. A shimmering sword pierced through the haze, aimed at him with deadly intent at Phantom. With swift reflexes, he intercepted his weapon, the blade clanging against his vambraces, absorbed The impact. In a deft maneuver, he wrested the sword from its wielder's grasp, driving it point-first into the ground with a decisive thud.
As the rogue Cinder stumbled, he seized the moment, sweeping her legs out from under her with a precise kick. In one fluid motion, Phantom executed a backflip, gaining distance and positioning himself near a nearby stasis pod. Ozpin Steeling himself for the next wave of conflict, Ozpin readied for the fight ahead, focused and resolute amid the turmoil.
With a swift landing, Phantom 10 found himself next to Jaune, quickly rising to his feet. Extended both arms, creating finger guns with his hands, his ring fingers flexing as if pulling the trigger. Two small, sleek devices descended gracefully onto the surface of the stasis pod, where a body lay suspended in time. Without missing a beat, he repeated the motion, sending another device to the shrouded figure within the pod.
Moments later, the devices emitted a vibrant green glow, illuminating the surroundings. Phantom 10 reached into the pod, his hand moving with precision as he grasped Amber, gently pulling her out and laying her carefully on the ground. He then lifted his right wrist, revealing a futuristic green and white wristwatch that hummed with technology. With a command marked by urgency and focus, he instructed, "Omnitrix, scan for genetic damage."
Within two seconds, a mechanical yet soothing digital voice responded, "Genetic damage found in the human female. Would you like me to initiate repairs?"
"Yes" Phantom stood resolute as the faceplate of the Omnitrix slid open, revealing a glowing core within. A brilliant green beam of energy swept over Amber, casting an otherworldly light in the dim surroundings. Jaune and Pyrrha watched in awe, their expressions a mix of fascination and concern, as the beam enveloped Amber and then dissipated, allowing the faceplate to return to its normal position. A soft groan escaped Amber's lips as her eyes fluttered open for the first time in what felt like ages.
Before she could fully regain her senses, Phantom swiftly scooped her up, securing her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He charged towards the elevator, fully aware of her significance and the urgency of their predicament. "Students, go with him!" Ozpin commanded, as he deflecting one of Cinder relentless attacks with precision, his voice steady despite the chaos around them.
"But professor—" Pyrrha started to protest, but her words were abruptly cut off as Phantom yanked her arm, pulling her roughly toward the elevator. He turned to her, his voice carrying a digitized Edge, "This is Not a fight you're going to win. Let the old man handle it. We should get her out of here. Besides, I need answers."
Jaune followed closely, entering just before the elevator doors slid shut, sealing them in as an elevator began to ascend. Amber, still confused and embarrassed about being carried like a sack of potatoes, cleared her throat and spoke up, "Can you please put me down?" nodding Phantom slowly put her down she stood up on shaky legs as she was still recovering from her time in stasis
"Now to ask my earlier question, what's going on here? And just skim through it we don't got time for details" Phantom asked with a hint of annoyance that no one answered his earlier question
Before any of the remnant natives could speak up, a voice rang out through that elevator. It was a female: "We are in the world of Remnant on the continent of Sanus in the city of Vail. It seems a group of terrorists called the White Fang attacked a national holiday that was being hosted here." The female voice replied
"What on earth is that?" Jaune exclaimed, his eyes darting around the confined space of the elevator, searching for the origin of the unexpected voice. In response, Phantom 10 lifted His hands, and suddenly, a small holographic figure flickered into existence. The hologram displayed a woman with cascading hair that seemed to shimmer like digital light, her attire a mesmerizing tapestry of binary code that flowed like a living garment. She offered a cheerful wave, her voice ringing clear as She introduced herself, "Hello! I am Decca, Phantom 10's personal AI assistant."
Phantom 10 stood stoically not showing any reaction to the AI's outburst. Amber however, was still grappling with her confusion, managed a hesitant wave back, not wanting to seem impolite amid the bewildering scene. Meanwhile, Pyrrha remained quiet, her mind racing with questions—thoughts swirling and colliding as they continued their Ascent in the elevator. Jaune turned his attention back to Decca, fascinated yet still slightly bewildered.
"And, of course, you've already met my caveman," Decca teased, playfully nudging her thumb toward Phantom. He let out a semi-annoyed grunt. Jaune and Amber shared a lighthearted giggle at the exchange, their laughter echoing in the small space. As the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, the four of them stepped out, a sense of anticipation hanging in the air around them.
"Decca, is there any mode of transport nearby?" Phantom 10 inquired, a hint of urgency in his voice as he glanced at his companion. "It's just on your way. You can call it a classic of ours," Decca responded reassuringly, mostly to the remnant natives.
The three Remnant natives perked up, their senses tingling at the thunderous roar of an unfamiliar engine approaching from the distance, a sound that vibrated through the very air around them. Just as they opened their mouths to ask questions, a sudden burst of movement drew their attention. Phantom 10, with an agility that defied belief, launched his energy grapple towards a massive, fallen pillar. The grapple snagged the structure, and with a powerful thrust, he was propelled downward in a graceful arc, descending like a feather on the wind. He landed effortlessly about ten feet away, his presence commanding the space around him.
In a moment that felt as if time had slowed, he leapt into the air, a figure of excitement and anticipation. Below him, a striking black and green Mercedes-Benz GTS drifted into view, sleek and poised, gliding beneath his outstretched legs. As he bent his knees and flung his arms back, the scene unfolded in breathtaking slow motion. With an ethereal elegance, he phased straight through the roof of the car, landing seamlessly in the driver's seat, the engine's roar resonating like a heartbeat of the machine.
The Remnant natives, their eyes wide with astonishment, inched closer, drawn by the mesmerizing spectacle. As they approached, the intricate details of the car's stunning design came into sharper focus. Its body, painted a deep, glossy black, seemed to absorb the very light around it, creating an alluring contrast against the vibrant green racing stripes that boldly ran down the hood, across the roof, and along the trunk. The back bumper, too, was adorned with this striking green detailing, catching the eye with its sharp lines.
Intricate green lines danced along the side doors, weaving a tapestry of artistry that spoke of speed and precision. Prominently emblazoned in striking white against the sleek surface was the number "10," a symbol of identity and prowess. At the car's front, the distinctive green hourglass symbol gleamed, an emblem that hinted at the exhilarating blend of velocity and finesse that characterized both the vehicle and its enigmatic driver. The scene was a mesmerizing tableau, captivating all those who dared to witness it.
As the car rolled to a halt, the window slid down with a soft whir, revealing Phantom 10 peering at the group with an intense gaze. "Get in," he commanded firmly.
Amber hesitated for a moment, then walked around the vehicle, slipping into the front passenger seat. Jaune, unsure of the situation, began to head toward the back of the car. However, he was abruptly halted by Pyrrha, who stepped in front of him with a determined look.
"Could you give us a moment?" she asked Phantom, her tone amiable yet insistent.
Phantom shook his head. "No, we don't have time for this. Get in the car," he insisted, his voice tinged with urgency.
Pyrrha, however, remained undeterred. "I promise this will only take a moment. We just need a little more time—"
"isn't a luxury we have," Phantom interjected, his voice rising slightly as a warning. "Look, that old man isn't going to win that fight. Just look at him. He hasn't seen combat in ages. The chances of him coming out victorious are slim. That's why he sent you all away; he knew he was walking into a losing battle."
Phantom glanced over at Amber, who was sitting nervously in the front seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "What was your name again?" he asked her, softening just for a moment.
"Amber," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she nodded, apprehension evident in her eyes.
Turning back to Pyrrha, Phantom continued, "That woman wants Amber for some reason. The more distance we put between her and Amber, the better. Look, I'm not trying to come off as rude, but I'm trying to save not just her live but our lives as well. So, here's the deal: you can either stay here and have your conversation while Amber and I make our escape, or you can come with us for a chance at survival. What's it going to be?"
His words hung heavily in the air, the gravity of their situation pressing down on them all as they faced an uncertain future.
Pyrrha inhaled deeply, trying to steady her racing heart and calm her nerves for the moment that had finally arrived. The weight of her decision weighed heavily on her, but she knew what she had to do. With a firm but tremulous voice, she finally spoke, "Go, Will. Stay behind."
Jaune, filled with concern and confusion, reacted immediately. "Pyrrha, what's gotten into you—!" He was cut off as a wave of urgency surged within her. "PLEASE, JUST LISTEN!" she interrupted, her voice rising with a mix of fear and desperation. "WE NEED TO TALK, AND WE'RE TALKING NOW!"
Turning to Jaune, she felt the intensity of his protest drape over her like a heavy cloak, but she steeled herself against it. Her eyes, however, glistened with the weight of sadness and determination as she focused on Phantom. "Phantom, go."
With a silent nod, Phantom accepted her resolve. He swiftly rolled up the window, cutting off the chaotic noise from outside. The engine roared to life, and he accelerated, the vehicle swiftly gliding away into the distance as Pyrrha watched, a mixture of relief and worry flooding through her. Jaune turned to Pyrrha, frustration etched on his face. "What's going on? I've been silent for long enough; I want answers." His voice trembled with barely contained rage, his confusion threatening to spiral into desperation.
"Jaune, I need you to go back to Veil and gather as much help as possible. We need to save the professor." Pyrrhus's tone was urgent, her expression a mix 'of concern and determination. But uncertainty churned in Jaune's gut.
"What do you mean, Pyrrha? It sounds like you're about to do something reckless…" His words hung in the air, a desperate plea as the realization of her intentions hit him like a punch to the gut.
Before he could voice his protests, both their scrolls buzzed violently, shaking their hands. Jaune, with trembling fingers, pulled his scroll from his pocket. A wave of dread washed over him as the screen flickered to life, revealing a live news broadcast. His heart sank as he saw Cinder lounging in Professor Ozpin's office, a wicked smirk playing on her lips, her eyes glinting with malice. The sight sent chills down Jaune's spine, igniting a surge of panic within him. "Hello people The city of Vail I'm Cinder Fall The mastermind behind this attack and I'm here to simply ask that Miss Amber is returned to me" A picture of Amber was shown the screen for everyone to see then Cinder spoke up again as a picture disappeared revealing her once again. "You have two hours to return Miss Amber to me, or you can say goodbye to your professor Ozpin." Summoning a sword in her hand, she placed it underneath the professor's chin, using just enough pressure to cut the surface of his skin, letting blood trickle down the blade "remember 2 hours, don't be late."
As the final momEnts of the new stream faded away, and Jaune's eyes searched for his partner. He spotted Pyrrha, her back turned as she began to walk away, determination etched into her features. Unable to bear the thought of losing her, he lunged forward and grasped her arm. "You can't do this! Are you crazy? If she can beat the headmaster, what chance do you have against her? You could—"
Before he could voice any further protest, Pyrrha turned, her green eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his heart race. In an unexpected surge of tenderness, she pulled him close and captured his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. For a brief moment, all of Jaune's worries melted away, but reality crashed back when she gently pushed him away, her hands lingering on his shoulders just long enough to convey her resolve.
With a swift movement, she activated her semblance, an invisible force propelling Jaune backward into one of the lockers with a loud thud. The door clanged shut, trapping him inside. Panic surged through him as he began banging on the metal door, shouting her name desperately. "PYRRHA, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! STOP!" His voice echoed, raw with emotion, but his cries seemed to vanish into the emptiness surrounding them.
Pyrrha turned away, her heart heavy, and with a pained expression, she managed to whisper, "I'm sorry." The words hung in the air as Jaune felt himself being propelled upward, the vibrant city of Vale stretching out beneath him, a stark reminder of the distance now between them. She witnessed the locker hurtle through the air, its metal frame glinting under the light before it vanished from view. With a heavy heart, she turned, her gaze settling on the remnants of the once magnificent Beacon Tower, now reduced to ruins. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled the bittersweet memories that lingered in the air, and with a sense of resolve, Pyrrha began her assent up the crumbling structure, fully embracing the fate that awaited her.
(City of Vail normal POV)
General Ironwood was grappling with the chaos engulfing him, struggling to comprehend the rapid turn of events. An army of Legion Knights surged around him, their menacing presence raising a flood of questions in his mind. Why were they attacking innocent people? What had caused his once-loyal fleet to turn against him and the citizens of Vail? These unanswered questions swirled relentlessly as he fought alongside Glenda Goodwitch, both of them caught in the relentless tide of combat, battling wave after wave of armored adversaries.
Glenda was a whirlwind of determination, her semblance illuminating the battlefield as she summoned sharp spikes from the debris scattered about. With a fierce focus, she propelled them toward a clustered group of knights, the projectiles slicing through the air with lethal precision. Just when it seemed she had the upper hand, one of the knights slipped past her defenses, a dark figure looming ominously behind her. In a split second, she was saved as Ironwood's revolver barked sharply, the echo of gunfire piercing the din of battle. The knight crumpled to the ground, the smoldering barrel of Ironwood's weapon still smoking. He furiously continued to unleash a barrage of fire, each shot filled with desperation as he wondered how this day could spiral any further into turmoil.
As the tension escalated between Ironwood and Glenda, a sudden burst of bright white light erupted, momentarily halting the impending conflict. As the blinding radiance faded and the dust settled, an old motorhome emerged, seemingly from nowhere, parked haphazardly in front of the two bewildered figures.
Their confusion deepened as the heavy door of the weathered motorhome creaked open, releasing a wave of musty air and revealing a truly bizarre sight. An elderly man emerged slowly, his frail silhouette contrasting sharply with the tense ambiance that surrounded him. He donned a vibrant Hawaiian shirt, splashed with bold flowers in hues of crimson, azure, and sunshine yellow, which clung loosely to his round frame. His faded jeans, frayed at the hems and worn at the knees, and sturdy brown boots that spoke of countless adventures underscored his relaxed demeanor, even as the atmosphere crackled with unease. Clutched tightly in his right hand was an unconventional weapon—a curious blend of age-old craftsmanship and modern flair, its form unfamiliar and unexpected, suggesting that this was no ordinary man and no ordinary moment.
Next to him stood a young teenage boy who cut a stark contrast to the old man. With long, flowing blonde hair that cascaded down past his shoulders, he donned a suit of black and white armor that gleamed ominously, accented by vibrant green and red highlights that hinted at the advanced technology embedded in his gear. In his grip, she held an identical blaster to the one wielded by the elderly man, his posture radiating both confidence and readiness for whatever might come next. The unexpected duo stood Before Ironwood and Glenda, leaving them utterly perplexed by this unforeseen turn of events.
"I knew Vilgax was up To something. If only those youngsters on the plumber council, listen to me. Why can't people respect their elders nowadays?" Came the voice of the man wearing the Hawaiian shirt as he aimed his gun at the knights and began to open fire. A blue energy bolt shot from the barrel as he mailed every single shot with pinpoint accuracy. The blonde haired boy began to open fire as well shooting 2 Beowulf's.
General Ironwood and Glenda moved closer to the new arrivals hoping to get a few ways as to what was going on.
A sudden, piercing scream shattered the tense silence of the air, sending a cold shiver down the spines of those nearby. Spinning around with a mix of fear and urgency, they caught The sight of a young girl scrambling frantically away from the looming figure of a Deathstalker. She was adorned in a striking ensemble that combined a sleek black, shimmering silver, and bold crimson vest, contrasting sharply with the soft pink of her skirt. Her gloves hugged her hands tightly, while her white and pink boots barely touched the ground as she moved, her chest rising and falling dramatically with each labored breath. Her aqua-blue eyes shimmered with unrestrained terror, reflecting the danger encroaching upon her.
In that harrowing moment, the situation escalated as a blonde-haired boy, his resolve ignited, burst forward like a bolt of lightning. A knight, standing in an attempt to block his path, lunged in effortlessly beneath boy was quick and agile, sliding effortlessly beneath the knight's outstretched arm. With an impressive precision born of instinct and training, he fired a shot with unerring accuracy, striking directly into the knight's head even as he glided beneath.
Momentum carried him forward and with a graceful somersault to close the distance, he landed squarely between the terrified girl and the massive, shadowy form of the monstrous Grimm. Drawing on the blue energy flowing from his weapon, he unleashed a barrage of bolts that shimmered like electric wildfire. With each shot,
The massive deathstalker turned into dust, the power of the Techadorian multi-blaster carrying through its skin; however, before the blonde-haired boy could do an anything, a cry was heard: "Cooper, look out!" Newly dubbed Cooper spun around, his heart racing as he drew his blaster, his eyes widening at the sight of the towering Beowulf looming above him. The creature's massive form blocked out much of the dim light, dark and menacing, yet before he could squeeze the trigger, a streak of vibrant green dashed past him, a blur that seemed to slice through the very air. In a flash, the creature's neck was slashed open, its immense body collapsing into a cloud of dust fading away
"Nora!" shouted the newcomer, urgency lacing his voice as he sprinted toward the girl. Cooper caught a clear glimpse of him: he was dressed in an intricately designed green Chinese-styled Outfit, which contrasted sharply with his long, flowing black hair adorned with a striking pink streak. Without hesitation, Ren picked up Nora he then turned and raced back toward the decrepit vehicle they affectionately called the 'rust bucket,' the metal frame gleaming dully in the dim light. Cooper followed closely behind, focusing intently on providing cover fire, ensuring that their path remained clear from any potential threats that lurked nearby.
Safely reaching the rust bucket, the boy, who appeared Chinese, placed the newly named Nora onto one of the beds inside the RV. "Thank you for watching my back. I'm Ren, by the way," he said, introducing himself with a smile. "I'm Cooper," said Cooper, shaking Ren's hand.
Outside, Glenda and Max took a moment to breathe after dealing with the recent wave of Grimm and knights. "Let me see if I understand this correctly," Glenda GoodWitch began. "You, the blonde-haired young man, your two grandchildren, and your granddaughter's boyfriend are all from a different universe where you work for an interstellar police force, and you Call yourselves the Plumbers?"
"That sums it up," Max stated, his voice steady but laced with curiosity. Just then, he caught a glimpse of General Ironwood in the periphery of his vision, his expression shifting to one of disbelief as he fiddled with his scroll. "Something wrong, General?" Max asked, his brow furrowing in concern.
Cooper, emerging from the rust bucket, joined him alongside Ren. Instead of responding to Max, Ironwood played a video on his device, and The air grew thick with tension. On the screen was Cinder, her menacing presence stark against the backdrop of Her deal. Glenda's eyes widened in shock, veering between surprise and confusion as the implications sank in. Max, Cooper, and Ren exchanged strained glances, each of them grappling with the barrage of unanswered questions swirling in their minds.
Before any of them could voice their thoughts, they were startled by the distant, thunderous roar of an engine.
(With Phantom 10 and Amber Streets of Vail Earlier that day)
Amber gazed out the window, her heart heavy as SHe watched the remnants of once-vibRant buildings streak past. The car sped along the ravaged streets of VaIl, debris littering the ground like forgotten memories. A profound silence enveloped them, stretching betweenEn the two like a thick fog, and it gnawed at her insides. Finally breaking the tension, she turned her head slightly, her brown eyes glinting with curiosity as she asked, "So, Phantom, right?" Her voice carried a mix of trepidation and intrigue, searching for a connection in the aftermath of chaos.
"Yes," he replied, his gaze fixed intently on the road ahead as his hands expertly maneuvered the steering wheel, ensuring that they safely navigated the winding path. "So, how did you end up here on Remnant?" she inquired, a flicker of curiosity lighting up her eyes as she leaned comfortably against the cool glass of the car window, watching the landscape whiz by.
"It's clear you're not from Remnant," she continued her tone a mix of intrigue and observation. "For starters, your clothes seem out of place. They look like they're made of fabric at first glance, but I can tell They're something else entirely. The way the light catches on them—I don't know what it is, but it's like some sort of metal, gleaming subtly in the sunlight."
As she spoke, she studied him closely, wondering what stories lay beneath the surface of his enigmatic appearance and demeanor. "On my world, Earth, I was battling a being named Eon. He exists outside of space and time. Eon sought something called the Arms of Armageddon. During our fight, he mentioned that he had been banished from a different timeline by a young brat. I managed to destroy the Arms of Armageddon, which must have pushed me out of my reality and into this one."
Nodding in understanding, Amber turned her gaze back to the window, searching for a new angle to spark a conversation. Her mind raced for an intriguing icebreaker. After clearing her throat, she ventured, "I noticed you had guns on your hips when you were carrying me. Could you tell me a bit about them?"
Keeping his eyes trained on the winding road ahead, Phantom reached for one of the weapons and handed it to her. As Amber accepted it, her fingertips glided over the elegant design etched into the metal. The gun felt cool and weighty in her hands, and she couldn't help but admire its craftsmanship. "This is a DC-17," he explained. "Originally part of a show in my world called Star Wars: Clone Wars. A friend of mine custom-built them for short to mid-range combat. They fire compact energy bolts capable of incapacitating most targets without causing permanent harm. They're non-lethal."
Amber stared at him, her brow furrowing in disbelief. In her experience on Remnant, nearly all weapons were designed for lethal force, so the notion of a non-lethal weapon wielded by someone as formidable as a huntsman was perplexing. "So you're against killing?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Without a moment's hesitation, Phantom replied, "It's a necessary evil. I do have lethal weapons at my disposal, but that's not my preferred or first option."
Amber nodded again, but her gaze instinctively drifted around the interior of the car. The cabin was predominantly a sleek black, accentuated with polished brown wood that added an air of sophistication. A high-tech touchscreen dominated the center console, acting as a divider between the front driver and passenger seats, creating an impression of modern elegance. The car itself was surprisingly spacious, offering enough room for five passengers to sit with a degree of comfort, though it was evident that the designers had prioritized style over absolute luxury.
The seats, adorned In supple black leather, were meticulously crafted, providing a blend of durability and refinement. Amber couldn't take in much more of the surroundings, however, as an electrifying shiver ran through the air when Decca materialized in her holographic form within the center console. Her presence Was both startling and urgent. "Phantom, we have a problem," Decca's voice was serious, cutting through the tension. She continued, revealing the dire situation at hand. "The woman we encountered earlier, Cinder Fall—she has taken the old man, as you so bluntly put it, hostage. She demands you, Amber, in exchange for him." The weight of the situation settled heavily in the enclosed space, and Amber felt her heart race as she tried to process the implications. "How long do we have?" Phantom asked "2 hours" Decca replied grimly Giving out a grunt of annoyance Phantom 10 gave a new command to his AI companion "Scan the immediate area I want to know the safest place to drop off Amber a police station a military force a militia anything" Amber was about to protest however she was immediately caught off by Phantom "I already know you are going to say you want to fight but I need you to think some things through You're not fully healed after being in stasis for so long if you were to fight now I guarantee you that you would not be able to handle it The fact that you're walking around somewhat well in a miracle" as soon as Phantom finished his sentence Decca spoke up "Phantom I'm picking up two signals their plumber badges" Amber confused asked "how are two guys who know how to unclog toilets help us?"
"Plumbers in our universe is an interstellar peacekeeping police force; however, Phantom or something you should know, I was able to ID who owns the badges. One of them is Max Tennyson," Decca responded, answering her question. Phantom 10 immediately became stiff at the mention of the Magister however he immediately reacts and asked "where are they?"
"2 miles from here take the upcoming left and go straight for about half a mile then turn right after that keep going straight and you'll make it" Not wasting any time Phantom put the pedal to the metal pushing the car to go faster as time was of the essence.
(City of Vail with Max Cooper and authors present time)
Ren, Cooper, Max, Ironwood, Glenda, and Nora gathered around the dusty window of the rust bucket, peering out as a sleek green and black Mercedes-Benz GTS roared to a stop right in front of them. The engine's purr faded, and as the doors swung open, two figures emerged—familiar yet strangely altered.
Immediately, Ironwood, the general, and Glenda, the headmistress, recognized one of the newcomers: Amber. She appeared to struggle momentarily as she climbed out of the luxurious vehicle, her movements betraying a sense of urgency.
Max and Cooper exchanged glances, their attention drawn to a distinctive symbol emblazoned on the mask of the second figure. Its design resonated with them, and they deemed Him non-hostile—for the time being. The atmosphere was thick with tension and curiosity as the group continued to watch the unfolding scene.
Ironwood, holding his gun firmly in hand, narrowed his eyes at the masked figure before him. In a commanding voice, he demanded, "Who are you?" The tension in the air was palpable, yet the masked hero remained unfazed. Clearing his throat, the figure responded, his deep, digitized voice resonating and sending shivers down the spines of the younger members of the small crowd that had gathered.
"I'm Phantom 10," he declared, the weight of his presence unmistakable. "I'm also the reason why Amber is walking around fine and the reason why she's not dead at the moment."
Max, who had been observing quietly from the sidelines, stepped forward to stand beside Ironwood. With calm assurance, he placed a hand on Ironwood's shoulder, a gesture intended to diffuse the tension. "It's okay," he said, his voice steady. "I'm pretty sure we can trust him. Besides, I don't think anyone would use the interstellar peace symbol as a logo andess they were some sort of peacekeeper himself." He gestured towards the hourglass emblem emblazoned on Phantom 10's chest plI Ate Its intricate design symbolizes hope amidst the chaos.
Slowly, Ironwood loweREd his weapon, though he kept a cautious grip on it, clearly still wary of this unexpected newcomer. As he processed Max's words, he offered a grateful nod to the masked hero, acknowledging the unorthodox alliance formed in this critical moment.
"Thank you, Magister Tennyson," Phantom 10 replied, the gratitUde in his The voice was evident as he sensed the shift in the atmosphere. Moments like these could change everything, and he was ready to fight alongside them.
"So My reputation proceeds me, I see," Max said with a chuckle as Phantom nodded. "Yes, you were among one of the greatest plumbers to ever exist." However, Cooper quickly caught nothing. Phantom said, "Why did you say you were as in the past tense?" Phantom 10's body stiffened as he took a deep breath and calmed himself down relaxing once again before responding "In my world, Max died."
As the revelation sank in, a palpable wave of surprise washed over the assembled group. It was Glenda who broke the stunned silence, her voice steady yet filled with urgency. "I'm sorry, but he's alive!" Her declaration hung in the air, thick with disbelief as she continued, "What do you mean he's dead? He's standing right in front of you!"
Turning his head slowly, Phantom focused on Glenda, his curiosity piqued. "Multiverse," he explained, his tone edged with a mix of intrigue and frustration. "Essentially, when one timeline is created, another is birthed alongside it. Think of it like an alternate ending in a video game. Yes, there's typically a canonical ending that everyone knows, but there are also many other possibilities. In one universe, Max is indeed alive, but in another, like mine, he's dead." After processing his own words, he leaned closer, his interest shifting. "But who exactly are you?"
Glenda stood taller, her posture firm as she gathered her thoughts. She cleared her throat and introduced herself with unwavering confidence. "I am Glenda Goodwitch, the combat professor and disciplinarian of Beacon Academy."
At the mention of her name, Phantom's reaction was immediate and intense. He took two cautious steps back, breathing in and out more rapidly, a mixture of surprise and wariness etched across his features. He instinctively leaned back slightly, crouching as if the weight of her identity had dropped like a heavy stone on his doorstep.
The expressions of the others shifted from confusion to silent concern as they observed Phantom's reaction, their eyes darting between him and Glenda. Phantom's astonished gaze held Glenda's, his expression a blend of reverence and disbelief, as he struggled to reconcile this unexpected encounter with the gravity of their situation.
Eventually, Max placed a hand on Phantom 10's shoulder, snapping him out of his momentary shock. Before Max could utter a word, the ominous sound of metal clanging against concrete echoed through the corridor. They turned to see multiple Atlesian Knights emerging from around the corner, their mechanical forms glinting under the harsh lights. Phantom 10 quickly assessed the situation and began issuing orders with urgency.
"Cooper, stay with Amber! Do not let those Knights get anywhere near her! Decca, see if you can disable these machines; if not, try to turn them to our side!" Phantom 10 commanded, his voice steady amidst the chaos. With that, he sprang into action, leaping forward to engage the looming threat.
As the Knights opened fire, bullets rained down like a violent storm, but to them, Phantom 10 was like an indomitable wall. The rounds ricocheted off his armor, which began to emanate a vibrant green glow wherever the bullets made contact. With his heart racing, he launched himself into the fray, targeting the battalion of Knights with incredible agility.
With a powerful leap, Phantom 10 soared into the air, landing with a ground-shaking impact that unleashed a massive green shockwave. The force sent several Knights sprawling, causing many of them to drop their weapons and stagger back in confusion. Yet, the relentless machines were unfazed, quickly reforming and raising their massive fists, ready to charge at him.
One of the Knights attempted a vicious left hook aimed at Phantom 10's head, but he was quick to counter. With a brutal open palm strike, he smashed his hand into the machine's head, staggering it. Seizing the opportunity, he grasped the outstretched arm of the disoriented Knight and flung it over his body. The metallic figure crashed into another Knight in a heap of gears and servos.
Before he could catch his breath, another Knight rushed in from behind to tackle him. Reacting instinctively, Phantom 10 vaulted over the charging machine, grabbing its head as he sailed through the air. He drove it forcefully into the ground upon landing, creating a loud metallic thud. He continued his assault by sweeping the legs out from under yet another Knight, sending it crashing down.
Amidst the chaos, a machine lunged at him, but Phantom 10 was already prepared. He jumped onto a nearby car, launching himself into a powerful spinning kick that connected squarely with the Knight's face, sending it sprawling. During this acrobatic maneuver, his sweater accidentally clipped the head of a different Knight that was in mid-attack.
With uncanny speed, Phantom 10 closed the distance to the nearest Knight, delivering a flurry of brutal punches. Each strike came faster than the last, a blur of motion that left the machine reeling. Finally, with a deft grasp of the Knight's arm, he pulled it in for a devastating knee strike to its torso. The impact caused the machine to stagger backwards, struggling to regain its balance. Seizing the moment, Phantom 10 utilized the Knight's knee as a makeshift springboard to propel himself into the air, delivering a powerful kick to its head in the process.
As he soared above, he clapped his hands together, fingers interlocking to deliver a brutal double hammer fist into the machine's head, shutting it down completely. Glenda watched from the sidelines, her eyes wide with astonishment at the brutal efficacy of Phantom 10's hand-to-hand combat style. He clearly possessed a remarkable proficiency, effortlessly dismantling each foe.
However, amidst the chaos, Glenda failed to notice one of the Knights sneaking up behind her, preparing to strike. Just as the machine lunged, Phantom 10 intercepted its charge in the blink of an eye, "stop analyzing me and focus" he said jumping back into battle.
Glenda not wanting to be outshined used her semblance to lift several cars and debris as she tossed them all at night destroying several of them as the last few bots began to prepare for the battle they suddenly stopped survivors that once glowed with an ominous evil red return back to their original blue as they picked up their weapons and began to engage the grim once more "what happened?" asked a dumbfounded Good witch however the answer came when Phantom 10 opened his palm it's a small holographic woman appeared "that would be me I'm Decca the holographic AI assistant to the caveman she points up at Phantom 10" Phantom turns his head and looked at his partner and said "you already use that joke" however Decca turned around and responded "true however only one person in this group was there for that, therefore it's still somewhat new material" she said in a teasing tone.
"How interesting" Glenda said not sure how to react to the joyful and teasing AI however general Ironwood locked up to Phantom 10 looking down at Decca before giving her a polite smile "I must thank you for turning the tide of battle back in her favor especially returning the nights back to our control" smiling back at the general daca gave him a mocking two-fitted salute "no problem general just doing my part to help the war effort" she said in the most deep and gruff patriotic tone that she could muster
Before anyone could do anything allowed war was heard in the distance as all of them look up to see a site that they would never forget in a million years.
AN
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In the latest chapter, the suspense builds as the story unfolds, revealing more about Phantom 10 and his unique fighting style. The return of Amber brings new dynamics, while Max and Cooper are confirmed safe, keeping the Ben 10 cast in a moment of security. The author aims for future chapters to exceed 8,000 words, though this chapter is just shy at 7,200, reflecting the challenge of extending the narrative. Cooper shines as a hero, saving Nora, who is portrayed as frightened due to her exhausted Aura.
A siA significant moment In this chapter is the recreation of the kiss scene from RWBY, which resonated deeply with the author, especially since Pyrrha is a beloved character. Despite her tumultuous fate in the original series, the author assures readers that Pyrrha will not meet a tragic end in their storyline.
Hints about Phantom 10's universe abound, but details Remain elusive, intentionally sparking curiosity among readers. The next chapter promises exciting developments, with Ben and the Alien Force trio set to engage with the inhabitants of Remnant while continuing their journey. Meanwhile, Pyrrha and Sender face off in a crucial battle, leaving readers eager to discover whether she can emerge victorious or will need assistance, from the intriguing newcomer. The stage is set for an exhilarating continuation in chapter three, aptly titled "The End of the Beginning."
PS I just remembered that I wanted to mention that I'm going to try to post somewhat weekly on Wednesday however due to my constantly changing work schedule it might not happen every Wednesday not to mention the fact that with me helping my grandmother watch over my grandfather due to his unfortunate hip injury I can't focus a lot of my free time on writing I hope you all understand and have a great day.