Crouching behind the several food crates, Stelle, March 7th and Dan Heng hid, trying their best to catch their breath after their attack against the Antimatter Legion. "Hey Stelle, you said that you're 'new' friends would come and help you, right? From the, uh, whatchamacallit, ahah, the 'Multiversal Chat Room', right...?"
March crouched in front of the grey-haired scaredy-cat, eyes filled with doubt as she questioned the quivering newborn. "Are you sure you're not hallucinating or anything? Have you eaten some of Ms. Herta's Curios' or something? Or was everything you said a total lie- EEEPPP!"
Bang!
Suddenly, before their very eyes, the containers that were hiding them were ripped from their positions, hurtled towards the door. Standing before them were Voidrangers, ranging from Reavers, Distorters and Eliminators, all the way to the small balls of lightning, lovingly called Baryons and Anti-Baryons. As they aimed their weapons at the trio, each prayed for their lives (well, only Stelle - the rest had their weapons up). Just as they were about to be skewered, pulsating beams of laser penetrated through their chests, flopping onto the ground as their power sources were pierced through. As they lifted their heads to see who saved them, they were faced with the flying red and gold robot, staring at them.
"Is everyone alright?"
Hearing it speak, March couldn't help but exclaim in surprise at what she saw. "Wow, what a cool-looking Intellitron! Look at it, so badass, just like one of those old things that were called robots!"
Eyes twitching, the visor opened, exposing the face of the man piloting the device. "Young miss, my name is Tony Stark, and I certainly am not a robot..."
Jaw-dropping at the revelation, her brain went into overdrive as she couldn't believe what she saw. "Wait, you're a human! B-but a man of your intellect cannot be unknown, otherwise the Genius Society would have brought you in!? Tell me, you're not secretly an Intellitron wearing synthetic skin from the fabled land of Baranza Forge, and trying to pick up ladies!?"
Offended at the thought, Tony, otherwise known as [Love3000], couldn't help but quip back. "Well, thank you very much, missy, and as much as I'm flattered to be told I'm very handsome, you're not in my strike zone..."
As March gazed down at her modest bosom, Dan Heng, on the other hand, couldn't help but lift his spear at Tony, expression stern. "Intellitron or not, how and why did you come? I thought the space station was closed from the outside world due to the invasion from the Antimatter Legion. So tell me, how on space did you enter...?"
Just then, a hand lowered the spear he was holding, lowering its point to the floor. "Nice spear kid. What's it made out of? by my summary, seems to be a semi-thaumaturgical form of jade, with an EVE level of, oh, let me see, 26..."
Sweat began pouring out of Dan Heng as he finally realised what had happened to him. Materialising out of thin air, just like the so-called Iron Man before him, the teenager(?) before him effortlessly redirected the spear downwards, just as if like he was drinking water, or breathing air. "W-Who are y-you...?"
Standing in front of him, the man dressed as a researcher with a weird symbol on his back (he has never heard of an organisation that has three arrows pointing inwards on a circle) dusted his hands, before giving a small curtsy, introducing himself and his other companion, who seemed to be wearing a black doctor's outfit and silver skull mask (though only half, complete with a leather toolbag).
"My name is Shinji Makiri, O5-13, an Overseer of the SCP Foundation, and beside me are my companions, Tony Stark and Dr. Henry Killinger. Now tell me, Miss Grey-hair, are you by any chance [GalaxyCoon]?"