[GalaxyCoon: Help! Help me! I'm being attacked by very sharp, pointy men who want to steal mah baaaaaatttttyyyyyy!]
[DragonMomma: Okay, who's gonna translate for me?]
[MahouSisCon: Iyyyaaah! Tell big sis what's wrong~]
[PapaSmurf: What do they look like? How many are there? Tell us everything that's going on...?]
[CutePire: Wait, didn't ya all hear what the system is saying right now? Maybe this has something to do with this so-called 'mission' right now...]
[Overseer13: Anyways, stay calm for now. If the mission has a direct correlation with you, I'll personally come. If not, we'll see which one has the greater danger level...]
[DrKiller: Ah, old friend. It's good to have you here. With your power and strategic insights, we'll be able to weather this situation with ease. Now, let us see what the mission is all about...]
And they didn't have to wait long at all...
[Ding! Content of the mission is as follows:
Help member [GalaxyCoon] survive the assault launched upon them by the Antimatter Legion. The Herta Space Station is currently being attacked by the Aeon Nanook, and the situation has reached a breaking point. Rewards will be based upon the contribution of the members participating in the assault.
Personnel requirement: 3 people
First come, first served~]
[GachaOfChaos: Well what'd ya know, lo and behold, your prayer's been answered!]
[DrKiller: So, who's gonna go?]
[Love3000: Well, by the looks of it, it seems to me that the location of it happens to be in outer space, and since I happen to be the smartest man in my universe...]
[Overseer13: Stay in a safe space until we get there, you got me?]
[GalaxyCoon: Help! Help! AGDGWDFGS-]
[LovelessNeko- Uh, is she gonna be alright?]
[GachaOfChaos: Umu! I sense that she and I are kindred in spirit, so she'll be a-okay!]
Looking at how the one named [GachaOfChaos] seemed to be acting, Shinji had a bad feeling about this, not to mention the fact that she radiated the exact same energy as the old coot. I hope I'm not overthinking it...
Entering his room, he let out a deep breath, before opening the subspace where he kept his old equipment. He took out his old white coat, filled with scars and burn marks, before turning it around to the back, where the SCP logo, three arrows in a circle, pointing to the centre, stood. Reminiscing about his time at the Foundation, Shinji let out a sigh of nostalgia before donning it on his back.
As the coat settled in, his clothes began changing...
Gone were the comfortable jeans and shirt, replaced with a shirt meshed together from Anti-EVE fibres, all stitched together with a string they snagged from the Church of the Broken God (Bumaro fumed in rage every time they met, much to his pleasure). Pants made from Tzarkyvos nano-fibre fitted right into his nether regions, warming them just right. And don't forget the depleted Uranium-tipped steel shoes, ready to unleash a fission reaction whenever he felt like it (kept most mortal enemies away from him as well, much to their chagrin).
But his most prized possession was an archaic spear, etched with words long forgotten, their language faded long ago
Though simple in nature, with only an iron tip and a wooden handle, it instilled great fear on whomever looked at it, for it was none other than the Spear of the Non-believer, the very first weapon forged by man, used none other than the first king of man...
Adam El Asem
Though he had long fallen, and the spear broken into many fragments, Shinji had nevertheless reforged it into one again, through several centuries' worth of journeying, from the hellish pits of Alagadda, to the forlorn forests of the fair, no, fallen folk, he had done it.
And with that, he defended the world of the common for decades in the prime plane, millennia more in untold dimensions
Though he had hung it up once he had taken station in Site 234, now is the time where it is needed once more...
To those who challenge the sanctity of mortal men, he has come wielding judgment