The Perfect Run

Aliens.

Of course it would be aliens! Everything made perfect sense now! Still, Ryan wondered if these visitors would look like tiny grey dwares, or humans with ridged foreheads. If the eight-meters tall monster in the snow was any indication though, they were probably cold-blooded.

Wait… Ryan glanced at the monstrous creature’s corpse, and came to a sudden realization.

“I knew it!” He shouted, pointing a finger at the colossal beast. “I knew it was the Reptilians!”

These scaled bastards had tried to infiltrate human governments to destroy democracy!

“It can’t be aliens,” Shroud said in denial. “Maybe the Alchemist… maybe she’s building a spaceship to leave the planet?”

“That piece of crap obviously crashed years ago,” Sarin pointed out. “If I listen well to our jackass-in-chief, a good four-fifths of it is buried in the ice. Who would build a ship like that?”

“We… we know Elixirs came from alien dimensions,” Len said, trying to scan the ship with her power armor. “It’s… it’s not impossible.”

Shroud still shook his head. “Can’t be aliens.”

He could accept the existence of a time-traveler, but not extraterrestrial visitors?

In any case, Ryan activated his time-stop as his group debated. Although he sensed an opposing force struggling back against his power, the icy wasteland turned violet to his relief. Since the strange purple lightning bolts in the alien skies kept moving in the frozen time, Ryan guessed they were made of Violet Flux.

Much like his experience in Monaco, his time-stop would work as long as the Resonators kept the portal open, allowing him to converge the Purple World with this pocket dimension.

But something else caught the courier’s attention. The Black Flux particles produced by his armor seemed to devour the space around them, creating tiny, almost invisible cracks in the fabric of reality itself.

“Huh?” Ryan said as time resumed. Though the black particles vanished, the damage they had caused remained.

“What is it, Riri?” Len asked, noticing his confusion.

“It seems my power has an anomalous effect on this thin place.” Come to think of it, Ryan remembered Black Flux consuming Alphonse ‘Fallout’ Manada’s radioactive Red Flux during their fight.

All hints so far indicated that the Black Ultimate One had given the courier the power to kill what couldn’t die. But how far could you push that definition? Could you kill energy? Items? Ideas?

Black powers were paradoxes, and didn’t follow the rules. Lightning Butt himself had become more like an animated statue than a man, and yet Ryan’s power could damage him. It could even kill a ghost.

Maybe it could kill Elixirs, or the alien energies they produced.

“That power gives me a headache,” Ryan said, deciding to prepare his team for battle. Sunshine and See-Through observed the dome cautiously, Sarin looked tense, Len and the didn’t hide their anxiety, and Mr. Wave barely restrained himself from going in guns-blazing. “Alright mooks listen up, who’s never explored a spooky alien spaceship among you? Raise your hand if this is your first time.”

Everyone raised their hand, except Ryan and Mr. Wave. “Mr. Wave caused the Fermi paradox,” the genome explained. “When alien civilizations see Mr. Wave, they go extinct.”

“Riri, why didn’t you raise your hand?” Len asked.

Sarin looked at Ryan with skepticism, which wounded the courier’s heart. “You saw aliens before, oh great and powerful leader?”

“Yes, but their ship was round and flatter.” Also, the passengers had kept trying to pay him in seashells for some reason. “In any case, rule number one for spaceships, and the most important one by far: don’t touch the eggs. A good egg is a boiled egg.”

The gasped. “But Sifu, eggs are cute and rounded!”

“Eggs are the enemy, soldier!” Ryan snarled with the passion of a drill sergeant, the adopting a military salute. “Any egg found in an alien ship is a potential W.M.D.! Boil them all!”

“Y-yes, Sifu!”

“Second rule, we don’t split up. Ever.”

“It wouldn’t change much,” Mr. Wave boasted. “Even if Mr. Wave faces an army alone, they will still be outnumbered.”

“I agree,” Ryan conceded, “but this is the principle of the thing.”

“I am usually more fond of dividing forces to cover a greater area, but in this case numbers might prove safer,” Leo agreed. “We have no idea what to expect within.”

“Which way do we use to move in?” Shroud asked, glancing at the blast doors.

“Mmm…” Ryan approached the gates to observe them. On a closer look, while the blast doors were mostly made of the same black metal as the rest of the ship, they showed hints of having been breached in the past. Someone plugged the cracks with a standard steel alloy. A cursory scan from his armor told the courier that the doors could probably survive extreme conditions such as atmospheric reentry. “Sunshine, we might need a solar eruption or two.”

“I see another perfectly good entrance up there,” Sarin said, pointing a finger at the hole in the ship’s metal dome. “If the lizard blasted his way out, then it means that path is clear, right?”

“Possibly,” Shroud conceded. “But we might find workers repairing the damaged area.”

“What bothers me is that nobody came to intercept us,” Hargraves said, his radiance dimming for an instant. “I expected more activity in the Alchemist’s base of operation, but the area looks deceptively empty.”

“Perhaps the thing killed everyone on its way out,” Sarin guessed.

The gash that slew it came from a claw. “I am tempted,” Ryan said. “On one hand, blowing our own hole would be good and proper. But using the other path would

actions until we can figure

way I’m not roughing up that bitch of a mad scientist

Shroud declared. “While we might need her knowledge, there’s no way I’m leaving the person responsible for Last Easter unmolested.

scorn,” Sunshine conceded. “But we clearly only know a small piece of the full truth, and an open conflict will lead us nowhere. Let us

settled on exploring the

then. If it looks

followed by Shroud, Mr. Wave, and Leo the Living Sun. Shortie used streams of

sphere with a diameter slightly more than two hundred meters wide. One end of a five-meters wide bridge extended out to a central platform equipped with strange biomechanical devices, while the other part led to smashed blast doors. The debris of the dome’s ceiling glittered at the bottom of the sphere, and huge, colored holographic projections hovered in the air all

own holographic orbital monitoring systems, albeit far more advanced and damaged. The projections flickered, and all the platforms’ devices were deactivated. Whatever juice the ship used, it was starting to

secure the dome’s other entrance. Meanwhile,

holograms, each using different arrays of colors; each

feeble and immaculate as a dream, but sometimes colored splashes gave it variety. A red star here, a green bird there. These phantom images only existed for an instant before returning

burnt at its center, the first and greatest sun illuminating the universe; and when Ryan squinted at it, he realized that this star had the shape of an eye. One

Other stickers contained substances he had never seen,

cubic angels, many-legged demons, cohorts of ghosts, and 2D picture-like worlds. It was the strangest of them all, a patchwork of chaotic ideas made real. Nothing unified the creatures and places of this realm, except that they only ever existed in human

seas of green slime, teeth mountains, and forests of blood vessels. The atmosphere itself buzzed like trillions of microscopic flies, and

and numbers; a compendium holding all knowledge and information that ever was, is, and would ever be. The azure glow

closed this alien panorama, all overseen by an eerie, inverted

colored worlds,” Ryan said, recognizing the Purple World from his brief contact with it. “With one

asked, causing Ryan’s head to snap in his

who had decided to float amidst the holograms, swiftly pointed a

was made of a substance that the courier had already seen before. One that looked very

you of

The ivory sticker’s location was unusual as well. The substances that surrounded it were all metals, from iron to bronze and gold. It was at the very center of it all, the core of

body,” Leo Hargraves whispered, astonished. “It’s the same color, the same texture… I would

metal. It was the only explanation for why Frank the Mad’s ability to absorb these alloys had seemed

it suddenly made more

a metal from the Orange World, the source of all inorganic material. A world

not exist in the

A world without time.

“Adamantine…” Ryan whispered.

down on him from his

material from Greek mythology, said to be harder than anything? Did nobody read the classics?” Ryan shrugged.

align, creating an anomaly

sway. From its location in the cube, it might even be the ur-metal, the ultimate substance

behaved in such

Augustus might be an Orange,” Sunshine whispered to himself.

“Julie Costa?” Ryan asked.

life with a touch,” Mr. Wave answered, his voice more somber than usual. “Create new

“but it may be that Julie’s power simply didn’t register

tumor then?” Shroud asked, having clearly done his research. “We know he doesn’t eat or breathe. If he is made of metal, how can he

degrades and iron rusts,” Sunshine pointed out. “And if he had a latent cancer before he

metal,” Ryan theorized. “Lightning Butt may not eat or breathe, but I know for a fact that he sleeps, creepily so. There

reacted negatively to the laws of physics themselves, causing a slow, almost imperceptible degradation. It could resist atomic explosions,

perfect defense either. Frank could affect Augustus, as did Livia’s time-skipping. Other conceptual

person capable of harming Augustus,” Shroud said, “or whatever ability

Len shouted from the other end of the bridge, interrupting the

allies, making their way into the

of swirling liquid. Alien orange crystal growths had started taking over the ceiling like an infection, while piles of Wonderboxes lined up the southern wall. A large hole led into a dark corridor

immediately moved to

a wonderbox, revealing seven bottles inside; one for each Elixir color except Black. “It’s a full war

of Elixir, one for each of the seven standard colors. Computers, human computers, were linked to the devices by nerve-like

devices with biomechanical technology. All of them joined up in a central computer, equipped with large control panels and a comfy chair. Though energy still flowed into the machine, the screens

access the database?” Sunshine asked Shroud, as they immediately moved

spot to write numbers and letters had appeared on the

the glass man, gently moved him aside, and took the seat for his own. How the chair managed not to crumble beneath a seven hundred kilos bear of mass destruction, Ryan would never understand, but it survived. The typed three passwords in a row on the computer,

in shock, as Len joined the to examine the computer’s

profile of the Alchemist based on compiled second-hand information, tried to figure out the likely passwords, and

was the password?” Ryan asked lazily as he approached the vats, observing the Blue Elixir through the membrane separating it from

guess. “Six is a perfect numerical number and a better bet than seven, the exclamation point reinforces security, and since the

Sarin replied, unimpressed. She kept searching through the Wonderboxes like a child through Christmas

I can figure

to my suit’s computer?” Len asked the manbear. “This… this may contain all the information

at Mr. Wave. The laser genome had moved in front of the demolished door leading into the next part of the complex.

peeked through the blasted hole in the walls. The corridor beyond had no lamp to light it, leaving only an

place is too precious to be left undefended, and yet nobody