Gwen POV:
As silently our watches were taken away with the same silence they clicked back in place. It was upgraded and we were released. " Follow us." Said Mr. Long who was draped in a brown trench coat with a black suit. Left eye white with a scar. Face stern and disciplined.
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" Dad, too rigid." Says Jake from behind. Instantly was gone Mr. Long's rigid face which was now like your average dad figure. " Old habits when meeting PEs, Jakearoo." Says Mr. Long with a laugh. " Let me guess, PE stands for Potential enemies?" Asks Spider Noir. " Ding ding, negative film." Replied Mr. Long as he punched codes into a circular machine which lights up with a blue glow.
We enter through the portal and we are hit with a dry wind and the muffled cries of agony in the distance. What was in front of us was breath taking. Biomes of insane size simulating environments both foreign and alien. Machines of impossible size devoured the Earth and in the sky spaceships of unfathomable size were being built in berths.
" Welcome to the Scorpio Base." Said Mr. Long curtly. We were amazed, awestruck and terrified. But it was time to feel those feelings again when we saw that behemoth. " I.C.S.S Antares. This will be the first maiden voyage of my personal flagship." Said Mr. Long beaming with pride. " Sure, not the largest ship in all of creation but it has all the bells and whistles. Singularity generators, tachyon beams, temporal collision cannons, planet crackers, space time twisters and good ol' projectile launchers. Runs by harvesting the background energy of the multiverse." Introduced Mr. Long as if he was introducing a toy train set instead of a galactic annihilation machine.
I was fascinated while scared out of my mind. Rows upon rows of mechs, soldiers and war machines were being loaded into the ship. " Relax, I'm just taking this baby for a test drive and they will practice law and order implementation upon that world on which your Miles Morales is stuck in. What do you call it again? Ah yes, Earth-42. Funny isn't it? Just how fragile some societies can be without their friendly neighborhood spider creature." Says Mr. Long while we are enveloped in a white teleporter light.
It was a massive yet functional bridge. " Welcome, President Jonathan Keyes Long. How may I assist you?" Says a neutral voice. " Earth-42 Marvel multiverse." Says Mr. Long briskly. " Acknowledged. Preparing for OMNIVERSAL jump in 19, 18, 17..." We quickly took a seat in one of the many stations and then we felt nothing just eerily nothing. For a brief moment we were nothing and then boom!!! The usual feeling of everything we know.
" The ship has inertial dampeners by the way." Chimed Mr. Long. One thing is certain, behind his jovial dad jokes lies a mind that accepts the omniverse as expandable if its survival collides with his interests. The ship was parked above the darkness of New York like a colossus of judgement. " Miles 1610 is here. Jake and Rose go have some fun with Morales 42. I need that shit stain of disappointment alive and thinking.
Nigel and Brad, go get David Jefferson and Rio Morales from 1610. As for the rest of you? This is a deep cleansing operation. Kill any drug dealer, criminal, junkies and anything that you can find. Also, the Terrasentries will carry out potential threat removal operations. Nuke the Wakandan fools and Talokan fish people. I don't need mutations here." Orders Mr. Long which Jake and Rose go to carry out.
" No!!! You can't kill all these people man!!!" Yells Hobie but his mouth just shuts up and then what Mr. Long said chilled us all. " I see everything. There are moments where I see my other variants die all because Jake's best wasn't enough. Rose accidentally kills him or the world just dies. I feel the fear, hope, dream, cruelty and all things that exist in all of real and unreal creation.
That is grating. Perhaps today millions will die but billions will survive. It is cruel but cruelty is a necessity and if it means saving the ones I cherish. I will gladly be cruel. Your dad's praying for you and the Peter you lost is trying to sell his soul to me thinking I would harm you Gwendolyn. So do the uncle Bens that linger around you. How can I harm you?" Said Mr. Long.
Our eyes go wide at what we heard. " Enjoy the show and not a single significant one dies." We realised we really have no choice for life isn't a video game where you defeat a god using a toothpick and what's worse this isn't a god, it's the very thesis and antithesis of all real and unreal creation.