Garreon
Paldean Top Champion
- Location
- Mesagoza, Paldea
Oh shit, you are right. No one from BB went to Canberra in canon, fuck this is a disaster in the making
- Location
- Painting, Peach's Castle
My friends; Phazon is SO MUCH WORSE than Endbringer.
It is a Super-spreading, semi-sentient PLAGUE on the entire universe! It is EASILY the most widespread, and fastest spreading, threat Samus has ever faced.
Dauntless may be completely and utterly FUCKED, along with the rest of the Planet, if Samus doesn't decide to nip this in the bud.
It is a Super-spreading, semi-sentient PLAGUE on the entire universe! It is EASILY the most widespread, and fastest spreading, threat Samus has ever faced.
Dauntless may be completely and utterly FUCKED, along with the rest of the Planet, if Samus doesn't decide to nip this in the bud.
Zap Rowsdower
Ex-cultist vagrant
- Location
- Bright lights, big city
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Well, hopefully she recognized the Phazon Beam as being distinct from her other endgame superbeams, so she SHOULD be aware something hinky is going on
JadeKaiser
Uninspired Custom Title
- Location
- Under Your Bed
Yeah, it's basically liquid tiberium with a mind of its own. Just because we're not focusing every iota of the post-chapter discussion on it doesn't mean we don't understand that.
- Location
- Texas
That's one demented Power Ranger.
- Location
- Painting, Peach's Castle
The Simurgh is in Australia and decided to open a free Bioweapon giveaway.
- Location
- The deathworld-in-miniature that is Australia
- Pronouns
- They/Them
I haven't played the entire Prime trilogy, just all of 1 and part of 2. I know Phazon is capital-b Bad, but is it really faster spreading than the X had the potential to be? Because Fusion was terrifying in its implications, how close the galaxy came to being one giant mass of X, if it weren't for Samus.
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
It's at least as bad as X. It can transform other matter into phazon, up to and including entire planets, mutates any life that comes into contact with it, and unlike the X, it has a directing intelligence.
- Location
- The deathworld-in-miniature that is Australia
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Ah okay, fair enough. I still have Prime 2 and 3 sitting gathering dust on my shelf. Might try and get my Wii fixed or, failing that, a new one, and finish them finally.
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
It's not until Prime 3 that it becomes truly clear that Phazon is actively malicious as opposed to just an incredibly dangerous material. Before that it's just weird space rocks for the most part.
X parasites and Phazon and Space Pirates oh my.
At least Samus here already knows what Phazon is, what it'll do, and what it would mean for Earth if it wasn't disposed of completely and immediately. Which of course means there'll be some scrap of it secreted away by a dumbass or two, it'll corrupt them, and then shit hits the fan properly.
Either that or it's a red herring and we'll be introduced to phazon-mutated x-parasites.
At least Samus here already knows what Phazon is, what it'll do, and what it would mean for Earth if it wasn't disposed of completely and immediately. Which of course means there'll be some scrap of it secreted away by a dumbass or two, it'll corrupt them, and then shit hits the fan properly.
Either that or it's a red herring and we'll be introduced to phazon-mutated x-parasites.
Comeback 2.j (Jerry)
Ellf
Apprentice Wizard
- Location
- Virginia
Comeback 2.j (Jerry)
"Come to Australia, he says," Blowout said as he slammed a fist into another one of those damned alien things the Simurgh brought. The creature's head crumpled under his blow, and he elbowed it in what had to be its sternum, cracking it. Then he snagged its rifle, threw the "Space Pirate" to the ground, and stomped on its head. "It'll be fun, he said. Come on, Pretender, what's fun about a fucking Endbringer fight?"
Pretender wasn't even around, not even in Canberra, he'd bet. Blowout had no clue where his teammate had ended up, after that missed bus stop, but he knew that he hadn't seen anyone here that probably was Pretender. He'd been fooled before by his teammate, but he was pretty sure that he wasn't here right now. Not in this Endbringer fight. Sure, he'd probably claim that he was. Pretender always liked to do that. Due to his power, Blowout never really knew whether the man was actually around all the time. He made a good team leader, but Blowout was at least partially certain that the man actively avoided certain fights, if only because he couldn't take over corpses.
As Blowout cracked the skull of another alien thing, he wondered whether Pretender would be able to take over the bodies of people who his power went at too strongly. Blowout's power, of course. He threw the Space Pirate into another one of its cohorts and shifted out of the way of a hastily fired weapon.
A lucky shot glanced off of the shifting panels of Blowout's costume armor, blowing shards of metal off of him. Underneath his costume, he had a layer of padding, and judging from the warm air he felt at his side, the shot exposed it. Damn. Now he had a weak point to protec.t
"Why aren't you dead already?" Blowout snarled. "You stupid fucking aliens!"
He ran at a blue one. What was with the different colors anyway? Did they choose to wear the colors out of some sentai sort of thing like in Japan? Did the colors indicate rank? Couldn't they just speak English? Blowout twitched out of the way of its gun, which, per usual with his power, was being aimed slowly, as if the creature forgot how to use it. Good to know his power worked on aliens as well as people. He snapped the gun away from the alien, taking its giant lobster claw off with it. Greenish guts started pouring out the stub where the claw had been.
Blowout followed up with a headbutt, snapping the creature's mandible-like jaws, and he gave another two punches. He kept pushing his power as far as it could go against these things.
Two yellows approached him from behind. He was able to spin around to get one with a kick. The second, however held some sort of long prodding thing. Oh hell no. He'd seen enough movies to know where this was going. He was not going to get his butt probed by whatever the hell these things wanted. No matter how much the screams and voices in his head might insist it was a good idea. That was probably the stupid angel Endbringer, anyway. She screamed in your head, right? Blowout was pretty sure that was how things worked.
Besides. These weren't like the aliens he'd seen in movies. They weren't sexy. They weren't even super scary other than looking like giant lobsters with mismatched heads. That might scare some people but not Blowout. He was smart enough to realize something. The aliens in those movies were just acting. They were actors. These weren't. These aliens actually wanted to hurt him. He doubted he'd enjoy the probing of the yellow ones.
As he was about to get grabbed by the prober, a blue chain wrapped around the alien's neck, and it was pulled backward, off its feet. Attached to the other end of the chain was a cape in purple, green and blue power armor with a glowing green visor on their helmet. Blowout learned from the last time to not decide what gender someone was based upon what they looked like in armor. How was he supposed to know that the beard meant that someone was a man under the armor? He'd met some bearded ladies!
"Thank you," Blowout said, nodding to the cape. He didn't know who they were though.
The cape threw the probing alien to the side, and then the gun arm started glowing and a three-tiered green energy shot came out of the cape's gun arm, slamming into the alien they threw. The alien practically disappeared when the energy struck it, vaporizing in an instant, and Blowout had to admit that he was impressed.
The cape gave him a thumbs up. Then they pointed at the more aliens. Blowout nodded, and the two of them leapt forward toward them. The one in power armor shot missiles out of the arm cannon at some of them, and all he was able to do was punch. However, they let him throw the enemies up in the air for them to shoot. The power armor cape then made a motion for a boost, and Blowout nodded, cupping his hands.
When the cape put their foot in his hands and pushed off, he helped by throwing them into the air with all of his might. The cape then spun around in the air, shooting missile after missile, interspersed with energy bolts, firing at every alien around them. Soon, the aliens were down, and mid-air, the cape gave Blowout a salute with their gun arm. Then they somehow jumped again, mid-air, and they started forward flipping, continuing onward, presumably to go help out another group.
Blowout took a breath, looking around him. The screaming in the back of his mind hurt, and he knew that he only had so much time before he would have to get away. His armband's consistent beeping let him know. Honestly, it reminded him of a lot. Mostly, that time in Vegas…
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Jerry ran an ungloved hand through his hair. He'd trained for this. The title fight, and if he won? He'd be in the running for the next major Heavyweight fight. So much of his career rode on this, so much time training. If he failed here, if there were any wavering, he might never fight again. His job, his livelihood all rode on the outcome of this fight.
His manager, Marty, came into the locker room, and he looked Jerry over. Compared to the blue striped boxing shorts and blue gloves that Jerry wore, Marty wore a nice suit. Marty reminded Jerry of the guy that they got to play Gomez Addams in that last incarnation of the movie, but somehow he was always a little on the slimier side.
"There you are, Jer! Title fight tonight, you nervous bud?" Marty asked.
"A little," Jerry admitted. He'd followed his opponent's career. The kid was a powerhouse, and while Jerry wasn't a slouch, it might be no contest. Yes, Jerry had technique, but if he got hit, he was probably going to go down. Too many more hits at this rate could end very poorly for Jerry. "Jed's good, but I think I can win."
"Yeah," Marty said, his voice a little downtrodden. He looked Jerry over. "We've had a good run, haven't we, Jer?"
"What do you mean?" Jerry asked. "We'll have even more too."
Marty shook his head. "I wish that were true."
"What's going on?" Jerry asked. "You don't think I can win?"
"It's not about that," Marty said. Jerry was a little confused. He had no clue what his manager could be getting at. "I know you've got your parents to worry about and everything, Jer, but… I've got my own shit."
"What's going on, Marty?" Jerry asked.
"The Elite," Marty said. "They're… they want you to take a dive. It doesn't matter which round you do it in. The longer you wait to do it, the more upset they'll be, but as long as you actually take that dive…"
"Why do they want me to lose?"
"Fuck if I know, Jer," Marty said with a sigh. He shook his head. "Fuck if I know. They've got me by the balls, bud. Even if you could beat Jed, you can't. Look. I'll put the bet down against you and give you the winnings even. Take the dive, but make sure it looks good."
Jerry slammed his fist down on the locker room bench. "I'm a boxer, Marty. If I lose here… if I take the dive here, and it comes out…"
Marty shrugged. "You'd be helping me out a lot, Jerry. Take it. Get the payout too, and you'll be taken care of. Your parents will too. The Elite will make sure of it."
"Fuck." Jerry frowned. He couldn't believe that he would be asked to do this. Then the announcement came over the intercom for him to get ready. He stood, putting his gloves on and putting in his mouthguard.
"Remember, bud. Take it," Marty said, and Jerry ignored him as he made his way into the arena.
The cheering of the crowd as he entered warmed him to the bone, and he played up a bit, waving to them. As he climbed into the ring, he stood up on his stool, enjoying the adoration of his fans. This really was the best part of everything. It wasn't just about the money. Marty didn't really understand that. This? This was what it was about. The adoring fans. The people. He boxed for them. Not for his parents. Not for himself. For them. And if he took the dive, he'd lose them too.
Jed climbed into the ring next, greeted by the roar of the crowd. He sneered a bit as he looked at Jerry, but that was to be expected. They were opponents after all. Jerry wanted him to have his fun, but he wanted to make sure that smug sneer left his face.
He and Jed went to the center of the ring, and before the referee came over, Jed said, "The title's mine. Do yourself a favor and go down easy. I'd hate to have to make you even stupider."
"Fuck off," Jerry said.
A look of determination came over Jed's face as the ref came over to call the start of the match. He waved, and the bell rang.
Immediately, Jed had Jerry on the back foot. The slightly smaller opponent with his sandy hair and shiny red shorts and gloves rained blow after blow on Jerry's raised arms. Jerry was only able to block a little over half of them, but he bided his time. He just needed to wait for him to tire himself out a little before he started his counterattack.
Jerry winced with every hit that made it through, but finally, they started to slow down. An opening in Jed's defenses showed, and he took advantage of it with a double jab. Unfortunately, it looked like Jed was feinting.
Jed connected with an uppercut that had Jerry seeing stars. The crowd gasped as Jerry fell to the ground.
"Stay down," Jed said. "I don't want to have to fuck you up more."
Jerry snarled, and he looked around, his eyes catching Marty. Marty was making the hand motions, indicating a dive. He wanted Jerry to stay down too. The crowd… the crowd was hushed for a second, but they cheered more for Jed with each starting of the count.
"One."
He couldn't lose the crowd. He'd lose his career. He just needed to beat this prick, and he'd have them back.
"Two."
There really wasn't anything, any other options. Sure, he'd get a payout if he lost here, but who knew how long that would last?
"Three."
It wasn't… he needed the crowd. He wanted the crowd. He needed to be strong enough to beat Jed. To take on all comers. He needed it, and he was about to lose it all.
"Four."
A sharpness hit in his mind. He could feel the crowd. Feel their desires, feel how much his fans wanted him to win. He needed to get up.
"Fi—"
Jerry climbed to his feet, and the crowd started cheering. He basked in their adoration for a few seconds. It felt amazing, like a balm over the pain, over the worries he'd been having. If he could just continue to hold it forever, it would be amazing. They were his fans. His audience.
"What are you doing?" Jed asked.
"Winning," Jerry said, and he punched Jed in the jaw, full-strength.
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Of course, then he'd lost that job and joined the Protectorate not long after. As Blowout he had his own variety of fans, but… he'd hoped none were here, hearing that bitch in their minds. Maybe he'd develop new ones. His new career as a cape was better than being a boxer anyway. He still got to fight, and now he even got to help his fans directly. The rest of his team helped, of course, and while sometimes they treated him like he was stupid, he was still a valuable member of the team.
Thanks to that armored cape, he was able to do a sweep around the area. He had already helped some people out of the rubble, sending them running away from the fight area. Ziz's influence was nothing to sneeze at, and if they could get free without dying, better for them.
Movement caught his eye for a second, and he cracked his knuckles, ready for another fight. He went to where he saw the flash of movement, near a piece of a collapsed wall. Idly, he saw a canister split in half, and he frowned. It was sizable, but whatever had been in there wasn't there anymore. Empty. Maybe it had been empty to begin with.
He heard some scratching from behind the rubble, and he made his way over. Two pointed fuzzily feathered white ears perked themselves over the side of some of the rubble, and then slowly it lifted, revealing a pair of solid red eyes, similar to those of a mouse. Australia had some of the weirdest wildlife, and he didn't want to have anything like this near something the Simurgh would leave.
"Hey, it's okay," Blowout said, holding his hands out toward whatever it was. "I won't hurt you."
The thing perked up curiously, and it stepped out around the rubble, revealing the full mouse-like head atop a body that had two birdlike legs and a tufted feathered tail. Australia had some weird animals. The animal came up to him, and it seemed to sniff him with the little bit above its mouth line, and it let out a small chirp.
"Yeah, I won't harm you," Blowout said. He glanced up toward the Simurgh, and he shook his head. He carefully reached out to lightly touch the creature.
It shrank away at first, and then it leaned into his hand, rubbing against it like a cat. At that moment, Blowout made his decision. He wasn't going to let this thing stay here in the area, where the Simurgh could do something to it.
"You like that? I can give you more pets and food if you come with me," Blowout said.
The thing chirped.
Blowout grinned under his mask. The sole eye on the mask locked onto the creature, and he carefully picked it up. Oddly, it didn't even struggle, but instead it nestled into his arms carefully. He was going to keep it safe. "You need a name if you're coming with me."
The little thing chirped again, as if to agree, and then there was something over the armband.
"Timpani down, B-8. Timpani deceased, B-8. Zoomer down, B-8. Zoomer deceased, B-8."
The thing chirped again, glaring at the armband.
"Yeah, it's an Endbringer fight. People die," Blowout said. "But I won't let that happen to you, Morris."
He started walking away from the center of the fight. There didn't seem to be many Space Pirates around, and he wanted to make sure that he could get away quickly before his bomb blew up. He had another twelve minutes or so according to the clock.
There was another override call about beams on the armband from someone calling himself "Dauntless" and then he looked up at the sky was lit up by a rainbow-colored beam, a bright blue beam, and a dark red beam. More beams joined the three, and they all struck the Simurgh. The scream in his head got louder, and he felt Morris cowering in his hands before the scream abruptly stopped.
The Simurgh, missing most of her wings and part of her body, ascended out of the area at a rapid pace, quickly getting so small that Blowout couldn't even see her in the sky anymore.
The armband beeped again.
"Confirmed Simurgh retreat, attack is over." Dragon's voice came over the radio. Then there was an explosion from not far away, with more blue light, similar to the beam striking into the air.
A different voice came from the Armband. "This is Eidolon. All combatants and civilians evacuate from the combat zone within the next four minutes. Anyone within a half mile of City Hill after that time will not be able to leave."
"Come on, Morris," Blowout said, and he started running. He was joined by many other capes and civilians who had heard things. Luckily, four minutes was more than enough time to get a half mile away at his top speed, but if he hadn't been holding Morris, Morris wouldn't have gotten away too.
Morris chirped as they finally made it out of range, making it about a thousand feet beyond the limits. He stopped, looking backward. Eidolon was in the sky, holding his hand out, and a wave of energy went out from his hands, enclosing the area in a dome of… what looked like some sort of metal. Blowout was never all that good in school, identifying things like that. The metallic dome shimmered for a second before turning slightly transparent so inside could be seen.
Tendrils of blue energy spread within the dome, and he watched as some of the people caught inside started to fall over. He turned away just as the local military started driving up. The Endbringer fight was over, but Ziz had left something for them. She always did.
At least he was able to save something. Whatever Morris was, he didn't deserve to get stuck in that. No matter how curiously Morris was looking at the dome.
"Come on, Morris. I'll bet you're hungry. I am too," Blowout said. "And then we can get back home, away from all of this."
Morris chirped, looking eagerly up at the mention of food. Clearly he understood. Maybe Morris had been someone's pet before.
"Maybe I can find out who that cape was that helped me too. They were pretty cool," Blowout said. "I'll ask Satyrical and Pretender. They should know."
Morris looked blanky at him, but Blowout knew that both of them would feel better after eating. The Endbringer fight was over, thankfully. And they'd only lost some capes, not even any that he knew.
Maybe he needed to place a bet when he got back to Vegas. Morris might be a good luck charm, after all.
- Location
- Maryland
Yeah, that's about right.
Pre-emptive RIP for Blowout, he doesn't deserve what's going to happen to him.
Pre-emptive RIP for Blowout, he doesn't deserve what's going to happen to him.
Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
- Location
- A Valid Location
- Pronouns
- He/Him
That musing at the beginning of the chapter, about Pretender taking over people too heavily impacted by Blowout's power? That's a reference to Weaver's theory that his power is why so many people in Las Vegas that knew too much wound up with crippling brain damage.
- Location
- Maryland
Dude took home Baby Ridley.
It'd take a lot more atrocities on his part for him to deserve getting Ridley'd.
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Garreon
Paldean Top Champion
- Location
- Mesagoza, Paldea
OH FOR FUCKS SAKE OF FUCKING COURSE THE FUZZBALL APPEARS!
Sir, that thing already has a name, and you don't want it near you.
No he deserves to be "Killed with Fire"
Shit, I'm sorry dude. You really seem like a nice guy, a genuine hero....but you just adopted FUCKING RIDLEY!!
Zap Rowsdower
Ex-cultist vagrant
- Location
- Bright lights, big city
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Would the Simurgh have pulled over clone with genetic memory of a nicer specimen?
Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
- Location
- A Valid Location
- Pronouns
- He/Him
He's either a serial killer doing cover-ups for Cauldron, or on a team with a Case 70 from the founding members of the Slaughterhouse Nine doing the same. (My theory for how they did it.)
TheDanishLord
Viking Warlord
- Location
- Denmark
Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
That seems like a reasonable assumption. So Morris looks like this? Little Birdie
- Location
- California
Taymus: "Can I get you to drop 'Morris' off in Ellisburg?"
"Why?"
Taymus: "He needs to be glassed with extreme prejudice, just like everything there. Make it more economical in a two for one deal."
"But he's a cute little birdie thingy!"
Taymus: "That's how it starts…and then the screaming starts…and then I have to destroy a planet or research station. I kind of want to avoid that last step, so will you please give me the fuzzball?"
"Why?"
Taymus: "He needs to be glassed with extreme prejudice, just like everything there. Make it more economical in a two for one deal."
"But he's a cute little birdie thingy!"
Taymus: "That's how it starts…and then the screaming starts…and then I have to destroy a planet or research station. I kind of want to avoid that last step, so will you please give me the fuzzball?"
- Location
- United States
Morris the Ridley. ... ... ... RIP Blowout. You will be missed.