The elevator door opened, and immediately, Chitins charged out. They were wearing some thin, light, greenish-bluish armor, but it may as well have been paper when my bullet ripped through its chest, with the dark red entrails and enormous orange sacks that was essentially for storage in their body. My bullet didn’t stop there though, crunching through the thick spine-like structure that formed most of their back, before denting the armor of the one behind it, which a second bullet from me finished off. The entire parade of around roughly 30 of them were finished off then. However, the next parade came, which we cut down too. More came through a hallway to my left, and in response to that, I decided to go deal with them myself. The rest dealt with the other groups coming, which in total must have numbered in the hundreds by now. I killed four, before pistol whipping another so hard it’s tough exoskeleton was punched in about a foot deep, killing the creature instantly. I fired a few more shots to try and stop this ever flowing river, before running out of ammo. Without time to reload, I fired off my shoulder mounted railgun, taking out at least 20 before following that up with a tad bit of wind blades, turning four runners into eight halves.

“Eat that fucker!” Punching another through the chest, followed by snapping the neck of a Chitin with a slap when it got too close. I then promptly turned and kicked another. They then started firing on me, finally having a clear shot. I put up an air shield, blocking all of those deady freezing beams. I launched a small EMP, knocking out their weapons for around 30 seconds, in which I slaughtered them. Popping a head like a pimple by clapping it, with all this sticky juice blasting all over my armor. I turned a chest into a chest that’s melty in a nasty little pile on the ground with some neat-o lightning. And to top that bit off, I turned a runner into a ball of blood, organs, and bones with telekinesis.

And yet, more came. I reloaded my guns, and blasted away, with the deaths of this group far less… interesting. I threw a grenade that using some POWERFUL explosives, collapsed the hallway. I turned back to help my friends, just to see them having nearly dealt with their issues. I reloaded, and helped out Hio, who was having the most trouble. The Xiz’tooh was using her already amazing biology and unique neural network that made the Xiz’tooh special, slicing them with blades made of his hands, and launched powerful quills that penetrated through the nasties. I fired off into the crowd of undesirables, ripping through enemies with just a shot or two. I stayed and fired, allowing her to reload her guns and other projectiles. Then after I ran out of ammo, I reloaded. Beams began to flash past and at us, With shields blocking the ones that would hit. They accidentally began to friendly-fire as well, for risking that was the only way for them to pull off a shot. I saw the horrific effects from one hitting. One of the troops got hit in the chest, and the entire chest became a orange crystal, impaling other parts of it, and little bloody ice crystals poked out of it’s skin in many areas. The worst part was that it was alive still after the beam hit him, only for about three seconds, but it’s horrific screams made up for that, startling nearby comrades, and us.

A few dozen shots later, and the hallway was clear. We needed at least most hallways open for our techs to move through, but with me drifting around, I could help hold the line. In no time at all, the hallways were clear. Many of us had gotten at least somewhat frosty, so we sent them to the temporary hospital for treating frost wounds that was in the base. The Alliance had noticed we were here, but with Oort fighters on patrol, armies were getting cut down. They didn’t employ aircraft frequently, but when they did, our anti-fighter torpedos cut ‘em down quick. We held air superiority, and with the base on top of a mountain, and air support at the ready, it was going to be real tough to get up and take the base. We held the floor, clearing halls, even clearing the debris that had cut off earlier hallways. One of our eight groups had been taken out, one had been mostly hospitalized, but otherwise, lots of success. We’d found a storage compartment where the internal area was a vacuum, with about a gram or two of antimatter inside. The amount of energy used to make that must’ve been... expensive.

“I think it’s fair to assume that this was previously considered impossible.” I said to the tech. We had been exploring the labs when we came across this little nugget of supposed impossibility. A computer was open. Records and text flashed past my eyes, but one in particular caught my eye. They called it a ‘beholder molecule’. They managed to keep it active for about 10 seconds, before they had to collapse it. It was a antimatter atom and a regular atom held together by a shield and some high gravity, about 200g. It exerted intense amounts of energy, enough to propel a car way, WAY faster than light. About 80 times faster as a matter of fact.

“I think Einstein is going to hate these guys. Yeah, this was impossible, and as far as I’m concerned it still is. There is no fucking way it isn’t impossible.”

“Might wanna check your facts again, or even check it with your own eyes, since says here how to make it.”