Chapter 20: Live 11 (3/4)
" " - Talking
' ' - Thoughts
[ ] - Skill/Images/Stat Increase
∆ - Typed Chat
(" ") - Mind Speak
★★★★ - Holographic Screen
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This chapter has been brought to you by me. I squeezed out another one!
The next chapter will be the "finale." Sorry!!
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:Marvel Universe:
"Booting up....5%....10%...30%..."
Within the confines of a pitch-black chamber, a disembodied robotic voice reverberated, cutting through the silence with an eerie resonance.
"35%...50%....65%..."
Soon, lights started to flicker to life, illuminating the surroundings, revealing a singular pod in the center of the room.
"70%....79%....85%..."
The room remained a mystery, its walls adorned with intricate symbols and unknown technology.
It was a scientific marvel that even the most brilliant minds couldn't comprehend.
"90%....95%....100%....Complete."
As the robotic voice ceased, the previously darkened pod suddenly bathed in a mesmerizing blue glow. Within its illuminated interior, a figure emerged, captivating in appearance.
A woman with vibrant green hair cascading around her face, adorned with a striking green beauty mark on her left cheek, came into view.
Her presence exuded an air of intrigue and mystique, leaving anyone captivated by her enigmatic allure.
Seconds later, the capsule opened, expelling the blue liquid inside, allowing the woman to move.
"Mmm~" After stepping out of the pod, she would stretch, exposing her exquisite naked figure before pressing a button on a nearby console.
*Boop*
After the button was pressed, hundreds of robotic arms extended from the chamber walls, carrying various clothing and weapons.
With precision and efficiency, the arms presented rows of garments, allowing the woman to choose her desired attire.
She gracefully selected a suitable outfit, quickly draping it over her form before the robotic arms retracted back into the walls.
"Computer...I don't sense the captain onboard." The woman said with a sultry voice.
*Beep! Beep!*
Following the woman's statement, a series of beeping noises filled the chamber, signaling a response from the supposed computer.
"By our scanners, I detected attackers are outside pursuing the captain." The familiar robotic voice echoed through the room.
Soon after responding, a holographic screen appeared in front of the woman's face, showing a black vehicle being chased by several other vehicles.
The green-haired woman frowned at this, "I will make contact with the captain and save him, put the medical droids on standby." She said before dashing toward the exit of the room.
"Understood."
(A/N: Believe it or not, she is not an OC.)
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:Marvel Universe:
"How could you summon such a thing without having a way to get on it?!" Gwen shouted.
Her words were laced with a mix of annoyance and disappointment which was evident in the way she palmed her face.
"I wasn't quite thinking. I'm sorry, I've never been in this type of situation before!" Emil shouted back with a frown.
Things were getting quite dire.
The Qi barrier could only last 3 minutes, and the cool-down...
[Qi Barrier: 20-minute cooldown]
It was too long for his current situation, and he only had less than a minute left.
(A/N: I just updated that, I thought I had a cool down.)
However, he did notice something.
Besides the rocket launcher attempt, the attackers only tried to pop his tires.
Perhaps it would be better to surrender?
Emil's frown deepened as he contemplated the potential consequences of their situation.
'What if it's the government?' He pondered.
'What if they start asking questions I can't answer? Will they lock me up in a cell?' The weight of uncertainty and fear hung in the air as Emil grappled with the possibility of facing the repercussions of his actions.
'What should I do?'
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:Marvel Universe:
-Several minutes earlier-
"You got to be kidding me..."
A complaint came out of the mouth of a brown-haired man. His name was Clint Barton, otherwise known by his alias Hawkeye.
As a top agent in S.H.I.E.L.D., he is sent on various missions ranging from covert, protection, and even assassination.
He was good at his job, especially with his near-superhuman vision and expertise with the bow.
During the invasion on the base, he was commanded to take out the man who was attacking. However, Phil stopped him and told him to wait as he wanted to see if the man could lift the hammer.
It was a disappointment.
But as the man was wallowing in his grief, something else happened.
A Jetta appeared!
A fucking Jetta!
Clint has seen his fair share of strange things but never like this. This situation takes the cake.
With his intuition, he knew they would need to check the Jetta, so he opted to move from his current high position.
This turned out to be the wrong decision as the car suddenly surged forward with an incredible burst of speed, recklessly knocking down obstacles.
Hopefully, the car wasn't rented.
Attempts were made to stop the vehicle, but all turned out to be useless as it seemed to be protected by an invisible barrier.
Seeing this, he knew that his arrows wouldn't do much better, but giving up wasn't in his dictionary.
After hearing Phil's command, he raced towards the closest Humvee and effortlessly leaped into the back, seamlessly transitioning as another agent assumed the driver's role.
*VRooom!*
Moments later, the Humvee took off, following closely behind a few other agents in their chosen vehicle.
They bombarded the Jetta with hundreds of bullets, but nothing seemed to be working.
But soon, one of their own did the unthinkable.
They pulled out an RPG.
"Hey! Noo—"
Clint desperately tried to prevent them from pulling the trigger. However, his efforts were in vain as they had already unleashed the rocket, propelling it forward until it mercilessly struck its intended destination.
*BOOM!!*
Furious and filled with disbelief, his voice thundered through the radio, "What the hell! You were instructed to restrain them, not end their lives!"
After the mission was over, he promised himself he would report the one responsible for their poor decision, vowing to hold them accountable for their actions.
*Vrroooom!!*
But the unbelievable happened.
The black Jetta was intact and still moving!
"What the hell is that thing made of?" Clint wondered aloud, his mind racing to comprehend what he had just seen.
But before he could fully process the situation, something even more unimaginable occurred, leaving him utterly stunned.
A colossal ship appeared out of nowhere.
It was enormous, bigger than even the ship that is supposed to beat the current record holder at an impressive 365 meters long and 80 meters tall.
(A/N: 1,200 ft length, 265 feet tall. Not sure how big the ship will be, but it's bigger than that as it has its own city inside.)
"I don't think I have an arrow for that," Clint couldn't help but say with a wry smile.
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:Marvel Universe:
-Current Time-
'Fuck, it timed out...'
While thinking of a solution to get on the ship, the Qi Barrier that was protecting the Jetta had run out.
They were now defenseless.
Before long, their tires will be shot out, and then they will be subjected to whatever happens next.
Perhaps he could fight his way out, but only the weapon he had was a sword he couldn't even lift yet.
'Damn it...' Emil felt utterly useless
He hated that feeling...more than anything.
In the past, he always felt that way, but now that he's on the road to change, it feels ten times worse.
It was like he took a step backward.
With a weary sigh, Emil spoke, his exhaustion evident in his voice. "I think...it's best that we gave up,"
"Whimper..." Seeing his master in such a mood, Lambert started to whine. He wishes he could do something.
"Are you sure?" Gwen asked.
Despite her initial anger towards Emil, as she observed his downcast demeanor, a sense of empathy began to well up within her, causing her to feel a twinge of sympathy for him.
"I...I'm sure." He nodded, affirming his decision.
There was a moment of silence, but eventually, Gwen replied with a soft, "Ok."
In response to her agreement, Emil gradually released his foot from the gas pedal, causing the vehicle to decelerate and slow down.
Taking note of this, the pursuers mirrored their actions, cautiously reducing their speed while remaining vigilant.
As soon as they came to a halt, the pursuers strategically positioned their vehicles to block any possible escape routes, bracing themselves for the impending events.
Being the highest-ranking agent on the scene, Clint took the lead. "Come out with your hands up! Don't make any sudden moves, and no harm will come against you!"
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