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Sakaar orbit. Edge of the Devil's Anus wormhole cluster.
The essential passage between dimensions had become a war zone. Silent explosions bloomed across the void — no sound in vacuum, just expanding spheres of light and debris.
Vilgax's flagship — the Devil's Hammer, a red-and-black mountain of a warship — hovered at the center. Hundreds of drone fighters swarmed around it like lethal hornets, converging on a single green target.
Hulk.
Gladiator armor. No oxygen mask. No thrusters. No regard for the laws of physics that said human biology couldn't survive in vacuum. Hulk survived on rage, and rage didn't need to breathe.
He kicked off a destroyed frigate, using the reaction force to launch himself like a green cannonball into the next ship. His fist punched through reinforced cockpit glass. He dragged out the bio-android pilot, tore the ship in half like paper, and used both halves as clubs to swat the next two drones out of existence.
Three days of this. Alone. Blocking an entire splinter fleet because someone had knocked over his bath.
The War Song. Breaking atmosphere.
Thor pressed his face against the viewport, watching the distant silent fireworks.
"My god... he can fight in space? Doesn't he need to breathe?"
"Hulk's adaptability scales with his anger." Jake studied the radar — the flagship's main cannon was charging. "As long as he's mad enough, vacuum can't kill him."
"That's Vilgax's personal ship. He's here in person. His fleet has blockaded the wormhole — if we want to reach Asgard, we blast through."
"Then we blast through." Valkyrie slammed the throttle, battle-light in her eyes. "Gwen — hold the course! I'm giving these alien filth a Valkyrie greeting!"
"Copy! Steve, six drones flanking Hulk on the right — take them!"
Steve sat at the fire control station. Alien ship, alien weapons — but the principles of marksmanship were universal. He tracked, predicted, fired.
RAT-TAT-TAT!
Energy bolts from the War Song's secondary cannons shattered the flanking drones.
"I'm going to give the big guy a hand."
Jake walked to the airlock.
"Going out?" Thor stared. "There's only one spacesuit—"
Jake smiled, hit the release, and let the vacuum take him.
WHOOSH—!
Cold. Silence. Stars in every direction. The Omnitrix activated life-support — a pale green energy film sealed around his body, maintaining pressure, temperature, and oxygen.
Jake floated in the void, looking at Vilgax's flagship — ten times the size of an aircraft carrier — and raised his wrist.
"Let these raiders see what real size suppression looks like."
BOOOOM!!!
Red-and-white light erupted in space, outshining the distant stars. Inside the light, a figure was growing.
Thirty feet. A hundred. Two hundred. Three hundred and thirty.
When the light cleared — Way Big. One hundred meters of red-and-white cosmic armor, streamlined crest piercing the void, arm fins catching starlight. The frigates that had seemed massive moments ago were Lego bricks beside him.
"HEY! Big guy!"
No sound in vacuum — but Way Big's To'kustar biology included directional telepathic broadcast. His voice appeared directly in Hulk's mind.
Hulk — mid-dismantlement of a destroyer — paused. Turned. His green eyes went round.
He was looking at a giant a hundred times his own size.
"Little Red Man?" Hulk recognized the aura. A look of genuine, childlike surprise crossed his face. "You got big too! FUN!"
"Yeah. Fun."
Way Big reached out and caught a frigate trying to ambush Hulk — pinched it between two fingers like a man catching a mosquito.
Crunch.
Scrap metal.
"See that biggest ship?" Way Big pointed at the Devil's Hammer. "That's our target. Want to see who takes it apart faster?"
"HULK WIN!!"
Hulk roared through the telepathic link and launched himself — a green meteor aimed at the flagship's engine array.
"Then let's begin."
Way Big brought his arms together. The classic pose. Energy built at the crossing point — blue-white, stellar, carrying the concentrated power of a species born from cosmic storms.
"COSMIC RAY!"
ZZZ — BOOOOM!!!
A high-energy particle beam kilometers wide lanced across the void and struck the Devil's Hammer's shields.
The entire sector lit up.
The flagship's shields — rated to withstand planetary bombardment — overloaded instantly. Blue ripples cascaded across the barrier's surface, cracked, and shattered like glass.
"Shields are DOWN!" Valkyrie screamed over comms. "These two monsters are a whole FLEET by themselves!"
Devil's Hammer. Bridge.
Red lights. Screaming alarms. A throne at the center.
The figure seated upon it was massive — octopoid head, tentacles framing a face that radiated cold intelligence, dark-red bio-armor grafted with cybernetic enhancements. Every line of his body communicated one thing: conqueror.
Vilgax.
Destroyer of Ten Worlds.
He watched Way Big rampage across the main screen, and there was no fear on that hideous face. Only greedy fascination.
"To'kustar..." His voice was deep, resonant with contained violence. "This is the power of the Omnitrix. The key that opened the dimensional rift."
"Master! Shield generator critical! The green creature is tearing apart the port engine!" A robotic adjutant reported.
"Ignore the beast."
Vilgax stood. His frame filled the bridge with suffocating pressure. He pressed the wide-band communicator.
"Ben Tennyson from another dimension... no. You are called Jake Rivers, correct?"
"I am Vilgax. I have crossed the ocean between dimensions for one purpose."
"Surrender the Omnitrix. I will spare the insects of this universe. Refuse — and I add your planet to my collection."
Space.
Way Big heard the broadcast.
He casually grabbed a derelict warship and threw it like a baseball. It hit the flagship's port turret array and obliterated it.
"Too much talking."
Way Big's telepathic broadcast dripped with contempt.
"You want my watch? You're not the first. Won't be the last."
"If you're really that tough — stop hiding in your ship like a scared octopus."
One massive finger beckoned toward the flagship.
"Come out and fight me. One on one, Takoyaki."
"As you wish."
The flagship's dorsal hatch opened.
A red figure launched into the void — not in a mecha, not in a fighter. Vilgax flew under his own power, bio-engineered thrusters in his armor propelling him through space with the casual authority of a being who'd done this a thousand times.
In his hand — an energy greatsword. Dozens of meters long. Shimmering with a light that was wrong — not the clean blue of stellar energy, but a deep, unsettling red.
The Ruby Ray of Ulo.
Forged from the red-sun core of Planet Ulo. An artifact designed for one specific purpose: destabilizing To'kustar cosmic energy at the genetic level. An anti-Way-Big weapon.
The moment it was drawn, Jake felt it — a stinging sensation that went deeper than his skin, deeper than his muscles, all the way into the alien DNA the Omnitrix was using to maintain his form. Counter-frequency resonance. This sword was built to kill things like him.
"Perhaps you don't know," Vilgax said, his voice carrying across the void, "how many giants like you I have hunted in my own universe."
He pressed the growth device on his belt.
ZZZ-ZZZ-ZZZ!
Vilgax's body expanded — ten meters, twenty, thirty, fifty. A bio-engineered giant, half Way Big's height but twice as dense, the Ruby Ray sword blazing with heat that could carve through cosmic armor.
"Now — let us see who is the true overlord."
[Plane Boss encountered: VILGAX (Original)!]
[Enemy possesses anti-To'kustar weapon — Ruby Ray of Ulo!]
[Hulk is dismantling the port engine — assist in progress!]
[Mission: Defeat Vilgax in space. Defend the Omnitrix.]
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