"Eustace, take the medical supplies to the left. More people are heavily wounded there. Emergency medicines and bandages should be handed over to those who are borderline dying. And where are Peppy and Arlan!?"
Despite being heavily bandaged, Asta barked orders constantly, making sure that the station did not fall into more chaos after the disastrous attack. Leaning on her staff, she gained an even more loyal following amongst the staff (much to Arlan's chagrin – No one touches Ms. Asta; she's mine!)
Standing to the sides were Tony Stark and Shinji, watching as the station slowly got back into order. "Despite the shitstorm, I haven't seen the station master – heard she's a bombshell and a half! Man wouldn't I wanna have one night of 'intense conversation' with her, if you know what I mean..."
Without changing a beat, Tony revealed his inner desires. Strangling the urge to kill the billionaire Playboy, Shinji merely gave him a 'light' slash on his back, which hurled him into one of the walls. Barely surviving due to his armour, Tony lit up his plasma arms, ready to blow the so-called 'Strongest Man Alive' into smithereens. Just as he was about to blast him, a gloved hand stopped him.
Turning his head, he was met with the ever-stoic glance of Dr. Killinger. "Trust me when I say this: I do not want to scrape of the remains of my fellow member off a wall. The last time someone dared to do this, he ended up destroying their entire civilisation...
And that was before he reached his peak
Now wonder what he can do to you..."
At his ominous words, Tony gulped audibly, lowering his arms. Dusting his coat, Tony clasped his hands, just like a waiter in a restaurant. Grunting, Shinji turned his attention towards Killinger, curious about the status of the rescued researchers. "How many are dead? And how many can continue manning this station?"
Wiping his hands, Killinger calmly turned his face to Shinji, giving him the grim revelation. Around 20% of the staff have been declared dead or MIA. We need at least 60% to maintain basic operation of the station, but another 30% are in comatose states; hardly worthwhile to wake them up. If the owner does not come up to many be station, we can expect mass evacuations to preserve the lives of everyone on board. Now–"
"Old chum, what's gotten you in a pickle?"
Hobbling on his cane, Welt Yang approached the brainstorming leader. He knew better than anyone here (aside from the group members, of course) of how much of a powerhouse he is, not to mention his many deeds of fighting and killing Outer Gods who beset humanity. If anyone can figure out how to do it, it would be him...
And his predictions were answered all in due time
"We don't need to worry, the 'creator' of the space station has arrived..."
Toot toorotoroot tooorot!
Walking from the large door, around 20 little dolls could be seen marching in a band, each playing various instruments. At the front was a banner, from where a marcher was seen twirling her baton (and in good fashion as well). Etched in the banner were the words 'Please welcome the greatest and most fantastically being, the great lady who stopped ageing after 25, the one, the only...
Madame Herta!"
And from the large firework, an eternal 26-year-old woman wearing gaudy witch-like clothes flew from the inside, riding atop her very large broom– I mean, key.
Flipping her purple-tipped grey hair, she gazed at the surroundings, her icy stare forcing the majority to look at the ground.
"Now could someone please explain to me what on earth has happened here...?"