Chapter 182: A truly Alien World -3

Just as it seems certain the defenders are doomed, a new faction bursts onto the scene. From an alleyway below, a group of masked and armoured individuals charge into the chaos, their sudden arrival flipping the dynamics of the battle.

"HAAAAAH!!!"

Their collective war cry reverberates through the ruins as they launch a ferocious assault on the militia's ground troops. Some of the newcomers hurl explosive devices at the airships, their impacts sending fiery shockwaves through the battlefield. While the airships hold firm, many smaller drones are obliterated in the onslaught.

"CHARGEEE!" a commanding female voice bellows, cutting through the cacophony of combat. Leading the charge is a masked figure whose every move is a calculated strike. With precise, devastating blows, she carves through the green-skinned aliens, each attack further breaking their ranks.

WHOOM!

BAAAOOOMMM!!

Two airships pivot in unison, their weapons trained on the masked woman. Energy beams converge on her position, and my instincts kick in. Without hesitation, I raise a hand, ready to will a forcefield into existence to protect her.

But before I can act, she vanishes. One moment she is there; the next, she is gone, leaving only scorched earth where the beams collided.

BANG! BANG!

The sharp cracks of gunfire snap my attention to a new figure. Two green-skinned aliens collapse, their faces blasted apart. Between them hovers a diminutive, insect-sized human female. Shimmering wings sprout from her back, and arcs of electricity crackle between her hands.

"YAAA!!" she yells, her war cry echoing through the battlefield. Her form shifts fluidly, growing from an insect-sized speck to a full-sized human in an instant. As she transforms, only the sleek yellow suit she is wearing remains visible, the tattered mask and outer clothing seemingly shed with her size change.

Now fully revealed, the suit clings to her figure, its design both aerodynamic and boldly revealing. The sharp, streamlined contours accentuate her athletic build, its vivid color standing out starkly against the muted tones of the battlefield around her.

"Wasp?" I mutter under my breath, wide-eyed as realization dawns on me.

She wastes no time, soaring towards the armed aliens. In her tiny form, she manoeuvres with stunning grace, effortlessly dodging attacks and striking with precision. Each shift in size is deliberate, turning her into an unpredictable force on the battlefield.

Watching her fight so skillfully, I know I can't stand idle any longer. While observing the clash from above, my mind had already been calculating countless strategies for dealing with both sides, if necessary. Now, to end this conflict quickly, there is only one clear path forward.

I ascend into the air, positioning myself above the highest airship. My gaze flicks briefly to the woman below, marveling at how she continues to outmanoeuvre the chaos around her.

"Time to get the shock of your life," I say with a smirk, extending my hand and activating Electricity Manipulation as arcs of electricity crackle around my fingers. With a surge of power, I unleash a concentrated beam of electricity straight at the airship beneath me.

This is the simplest method to bring the airship down. If it's using a magnetic field to stay afloat, the electric current will disrupt it, sending the craft plummeting to the ground. And if not, a stronger surge will fry its circuits, rendering it useless either way.

ZAP! CRACK!! BOOM!!

To my astonishment, the beam of electricity scatters mid-air, splitting and branching out towards the other ships in the vicinity. Instead of disabling just one target, the crackling energy snakes through the entire cluster of airships.

"AAAHHH!"

Screams echo as the ships loose altitude rapidly, their magnetic stability disrupted. The pilots, clearly well-trained, activate their emergency ejection systems, abandoning their crafts as seven of the ten ships crash to the ground in a matter of seconds.

BOOOOM!!

The falling airships slam into the ruins below, sending plumes of smoke and debris into the air. Two of them explode violently on impact, their flaming wreckage lighting up the battlefield.

I hover mid-air, my gaze sweeping the chaotic aftermath. That is when I notice it: the atmosphere here is filled with microscopic particles, likely charged or metallic, which had scattered my electrical attack. Thankfully, the airships were relying on magnetic fields to stay afloat. Even a weaker discharge had been enough to disrupt their systems and send them crashing.

Below, the fighters on the ground—both the green-skinned militia and the rebel forces—stare up at me in shock. My invisibility has vanished, leaving my body outlined by flickering arcs of electricity.

I glance down at myself, muttering under my breath, "I really wish I had my Aeon suit right now. At least I would look cooler..."

WROOOM!

The remaining three airships and five drones turn their weapons towards me, their barrels glowing ominously.

FASHOOOM!

With a smirk, I dart higher into the air, my forcefield shimmering as it deflects the incoming fire. Before the airships can adjust their aim, I hurl three precise bolts of electricity, one at each vessel.

ZAAAP! CRACK-BOOOM!

The results are immediate. The electrical discharges scatter and deviate slightly, but they still do enough to disable the ships' flight systems. As the damaged crafts spiral downward, I spot one heading straight for the group of aliens following the human female. Without hesitation, I use a Forcefield Push to shove it aside, preventing a catastrophic collision.

The drones, however, require less finesse. With a flick of my wrist, I crush them mid-air using my Psychokinesis, reducing them to crumpled heaps of metal.

Below, the opposing forces—clearly unnerved by my overwhelming power—scatter into nearby alleys in a frantic retreat.

"Finish them!" the human female commands her side, her voice cutting through the chaos.

Watching her forces pursue the fleeing rebels, I intervene decisively. Constructing a massive psionic forcefield, I encase the entire area, trapping everyone inside.

FASHHOOM!!

They desperately bang their fists against the invisible shield and even fire their guns at it, but unfortunately for them, my forcefield remains intact, not even budging.

"AAHHH! REBEL SCUMM!!" The trapped combatants curse and struggle as they are systematically gunned down by the pursuing forces. I step in to shield a few rebels from particularly desperate attacks, throwing up smaller forcefields to save their lives despite the chaos.

As the battle subsides, I deactivate my Electricity ability, the crackling energy dissipating into the air. Descending gracefully, I land on the ground just as the alien group begins to regroup and return.

Instinctively, they raise their guns at me. And in my mind I smirk, ready to show these aliens that it doesn't matter which alien group I fry—after all, they all look the same to me.

"Hey, hey, what are you all doing? He just saved us all. He is on our side. Lower your damn weapons!" The human female steps forward and snaps at them.

The group immediately heed her orders, lowering their guns without hesitation.

"Sorry about that, my friend," she says with a light chuckle, her tone far more relaxed now. "They tend to get jumpy when they see a new face around here. Thank you for helping us out... honestly, your entrance was quite shocking." She smirks, addressing me in the alien language I have heard others use in this world.

I study the woman carefully—short auburn hair, a strikingly beautiful face, and piercing blue eyes. Her yellow, skin-tight battle suit looks like something straight out of a superhero comic, with its bold design featuring a deep cleavage and leaving her midriff exposed. She definitely looks hot, but my focus is elsewhere. I am trying to match her face with someone from my memory.

"Janet... Janet Van Dyne?" I ask cautiously, recognizing her resemblance to the photos I have seen before.

Her eyes widen in astonishment. "English? You are speaking English… and you know my name? Are you from Earth?" she exclaims, her voice filled with excitement. Without hesitation, she steps closer, grabbing my arms with enthusiasm and shaking them as she switches to speaking English herself.

Her sudden excitement inadvertently draws my attention downward, where the movement causes her breasts to jiggle noticeably in her snug outfit. I quickly curse my wandering eyes, forcing myself to focus on her words. I always knew that Hope had a big pair of jugs and now I have confirmed that they were a gift from her mother.

Yes, she is Janet Van Dyne, the original Wasp, the mother of Hope Van Dyne, and wife of Hank Pym, the original Ant-Man.

"Yes… Janet," I say, smiling softly at her excitement. "I have come from Earth," I add with a nod.

"Really?" Her blue eyes light up with happiness. But then, abruptly, her excitement fades, and she becomes unusually serious. "No. What are you doing down here? Why are you in Sub-Atomica? Don't tell me there is a stable channel somewhere from here to Earth?" She grips my arms in panic.

"No, there is no stable channel, as far as I am aware," I assure her, though her panicked behaviour does puzzle me. Why would she react this way to the idea of returning home?

"Then how di—" Before she could finish her question, a large group arrives, riding vehicles that looks like a bizarre fusion of biology and technology.

"Jan, are you alright?" A woman's concerned voice ring out.

A striking red-haired woman steps forward, wearing what could only be described as a metallic bikini, complemented by a flowing cloak, metal gloves, and boots. She exudes an air of confidence and authority, her beauty reminiscent of a top model. Behind her, a diverse group of aliens follow, all armed with advanced weapons and looking ready for battle. Despite their alien appearance, the red-haired woman seemed distinctly human.

"I am fine, Pearl," Janet replies in the alien tongue, offering a wry smile as she leaves my side and approaches the red-haired woman.

To my astonishment, the taller woman gently cups Janet's face and kisses her on the lips. "I was so worried," the redhead said, her voice trembling slightly. "I came as soon as I heard about the ambush."

"Hehee, you shouldn't worry needlessly," Janet replies with a proud grin. "There is no one who can defeat me—I am the Unstoppable Wasp!"