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" Oh, no no. It hasn't been damanged, don't vorry. I vas simply curious vho or vhat vould have been able to punch meteroids like zhey are simple rocks~ "

Earth. He is from the earth? Is that perhaps why he looked so... so human?

" And of course I've seen zhose kind of lifeforms before. Zhey're just not a everyday sight! "

Well, perhaps they are an everyday sight when she looks into the mirror. Not that she is going to tell him that. Makes her now wonder though what else the guy could do.

Rex waited for Lilli to allow him aboard her starship. Despite all he could do, he still enjoyed the same creature comforts as any other sentient being. Food, rest, comfort and good company. Getting closer to Lilli gave the cosmic contender an odd feeling. But he was not aware yet to any abilities she possessed.

"-- Thanks. I've been out there on my own for longer than I'd have liked. Stopped for food and drink, bathroom breaks, but not so much to relax. I'll get off at the next spaceport and pay ya back somehow."

" Huh? Me? I am Lilli... And I am a shark! I don't know what an Atlantis is though... "

A place as far as she got from what he said. She never heard of that before though. Perhaps some place other mers lived? Her kind didn't neither swim nor live with each other. Lilli also titled her head at the word 'space'. She does know the word, but is not sure she knows what he means. Planet was unfamilar with her though.

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"Huh. Okay... uh. My name is Rex. When it gets dark, and you see those little shining jewels in the sky? Those are stars: huge and scorching, they're just very far away in an expanse called space, where there's no water or air. If the land, sea, and sky here make up a planet called Earth, then I can trace my heritage to a different land/sea/sky called Nypardia, deep into space. That's what makes me an alien."

He pointed up to the sky for emphasis.

"My people are not far off from baseline humans. But some of us figured out how to harness special powers. We become like the stars: floating freely, burning brightly. Enriched with energy."

Rex hoped his explanation helped convey a general idea of who and what he was. An outsider of sorts.

Mayor Lopes tilts his head back slightly, masking his confusion with another display of arrogance.

"More wolves." A simple statement of his angle. "No one has anything to fear when the thing that protects their peace is more dangerous than anything else. No one dares touch my city because they respect it."

The riot cops from before, the occasional patrol - all wolves. All turned by the mayor to build his own willing, loyal army to keep the sheep in their pens. So he could feel secure. It was a kinder way than his mother had run her own pack, but still one ruled with fear and consequences.

And yet.. seeing Rex again was bringing back all sorts of feelings he wasn't ready to confront. Memories of who he had been. Of Tetra. His expression softens for just a moment.

". . . ! ! Isaac, what have you done?"

It wasn't just those two from earlier-- the ranks of Mayor Lopes's law enforcement heavies were padded out largely with other werewolves? Rex had no doubt they were formidable, but something about this seemed wrong to the way were-type beastfolk were meant to live. On top of how the rest of Type City's inhabitants were now under the heel of that carefully tailored army.

"That's how you kept out any opposition-- whether rival elite or grassroots efforts. You made an order all your own."

And it had succeeded. In replacing one regime with another.

They could look all they damn well wanted. If they found them, Emily wasn't going to stop even if Rex told her to. He sure as Hell wouldn't be the one dying today. However, she doesn't go on rambling about all her upset and anger. Instead, she's quick to kneel down by him, checking where she can start grabbing to pick him up into her. All that rage and volcanic violence is forcibly, achingly shoved aside to make room for all the consideration Rex needed right now. She doesn't want him dying, either -   let alone here...   He doesn't deserve that.

Emily's not even going to pretend she knows or understands all the cosmic oddness going on with his eyes and wounds. All she does is what she knows to first;   He's carefully cradled in her arms, knelt down so her thighs can work as a cushion for now. At the very least she considered herself leagues more comfortable than brick and mortar. There's an uncertainty to her eyes that she tries to hide. It only ends up mixed in with all the rest of her worry and fear and the bloodlust she hasn't quite gotten rid of yet.

       ❝ Wha'd'you need? ❞   She says it more like a demand and she doesn't care if he can tell it's because she's desperate.   ❝ I can warm up my palms, try to  cauterize  somethin'...   - Got first aid at home... ❞   Home being an uncomfortable amount of miles away, though. Emily hates how she can't keep calm. A different sort of pacing tiger.   ❝ You're not dyin'.   - Not lettin' it happen. ❞

Anything but being alone. Although the iridescent plasma jettisoned out, it would eventually give way. The fragmentation process would slow and he could begin to heal. Including his wrist: his hand was technically separated from it, the stump showing bone, and his signature cosmic energy nestled within his musculature. If he'd fought again before he'd recovered enough he'd be shredded down to quarks. Reduced to stardust subatomica. A consciousness waning as his driving-force energy was redirected in service to celestial mechanisms that made the universe's various functions run.

Only a gentler end could perhaps allow him to retain something of himself into the final dimension.

"Just talk to me. Tell me anything you want. Please..."

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“O-Oh!… thanks!” Quickly holstering her laser pistol, she accepts the cap from his hands.

She stared down holding her cap for a moment, her hair still undulating in the breeze. Those gauntlets of hers gripped the cap tightly, her face felt warm.

“Ohhhh, I hope you’re right!” she cringed.

She doesn't hesitate taking his hand and went out into the dark by his side. She didn’t don her cap, not yet. She's once again taken pause with her eyes sloped looking at her cap and what putting it back on would mean: a return to battle, it would seem. Being pulled away from that small, but eternal moment before seemed like pain before a laughing cosmic comedy. Her eyes drifted to her hand, hidden under her gauntlet. Wouldn't it be nice? To at least feel the air? But they had a job to do.

Twisting her hair up, she hastily put her cap on, like a swimmer before a heat in a swim meet. A single twinkle of something metallic on the back of her head was quickly hidden in that one motion. If only she was more brave… The small strand of hair spilled out of her cap made whatever hair framing her face asymmetrical. It always happened, a hair out of place. Always.

These were folk of many stripes. All of whom, were peoples defeated.

Rex gestured that it was alright. Someone snapped at him with a jolt of electricity that earned a yelp. But the cosmic contender did not hold it against them, even with a singe-mark on the back of his hand that was still smoking a little.

"This area. You've all been hiding here?"

Someone nodded. "It's the only part of the maze we haven't run into death traps. They drop food and toiletries in for us. But they won't let us out. We get extra if we test their new additions, but..."

"--These two will take all we have! They'll realize they can't get out either and try to speed up our deaths, so they can be the new top lab rats--"

"We won't! C'mon, Pokie. Let's keep going."

"There's no way out. We've all tried!"

Rex felt sympathy because this place and its owners built it to sap the will of any who were caught here. But he grit his teeth and cast a glare. He still had it in himself to try to smash through these oppressive walls and death traps first.

"Anybody who wants to give it another go, come with us. Maybe we can pull it off, this time. My friend has a giant robot here somewhere, then we could all work together and take the fight back to those military goons!"

The other 'inmates' murmured weakly. They could only share some of their rations. Too indecisive, too scared to continue. Someone saw the stain of the gummy creature on Rex's shoe and looked crestfallen, while the Earthborn Alien tried to use his aura to clean it away.

【🐦‍⬛ . 】 Corbeau can’t help but bark out a laugh—whether it was for show or not, now that’s hard to tell (but there’s a crinkle of an eye crease alongside an all too wicked grin).

“Why, you offerin’ to be my test dummy? Sure. I’d pay for that. More than whatever that research institute pays you, I bet.”

Hey, how’d he know about that—?

"Not offering. Not when I don't know a thing about the work. Or why you've been shadowing me enough to know where I work."

The cosmic contender wondered if Corbeau was here alone. At the very least he had to have had people around town he could summon.

"Last I checked I still had a pulse." He doesn't get closer. He wants to. He wants to grab Rex and force him to stay. To force him to listen! But.. He knew, deep down, he couldn't. To do so would breed more resentment where he was so desperately seeking approval.

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"...I thought we had more between us. And yet you're standing here, calling me names like some teenaged rebel raised on comic books." His gaze briefly darts to the various exits Rex could take. He could block them off with ice if necessary — he would stop him from running away again so soon.

"I grew up. They chose to keep living in the delusion that we were changing anything for the better." The fights... The way his young apprentice had given him the same disgusted look Rex was giving him now...

"Th-That's it-- play it like you matured and the rest of us didn't. We're all just a big embarrassment to your ~good name~ now! Judgement cuts both ways, Mr. Mayor."

Rex was angling to make a hard right. Emphasis on 'hard' with how hot emotions were running. It was in a state like this that Mayor Lopes could catch him off-guard.