Meras-102 Log: Star Chapter Waning Moon.

  This is Captain Bark Ironwood proceeding with the Star log of our most recent acquisition. Having been in deep space for a few standard Steros weeks, we have been inbound for docking on the home world after a massive haul of scientific specimens we believe will be crucial to the war effort.

  As I record this, our lead scientist, a Ms. Bristlebranch, has already begun her work on the most precious specimen, an adult Wujack from one of the vegetative moon worlds near our cluster. Safe to say that the regeneration factor it possesses would be crucial to our forces, especially with the Verdant Hood targeting our civilian healing centers and capturing the doctors there.

  To think that those damn serpents won’t even spare the non-combatants…

  I digress.

  The Log should let it be known that besides the Wujack, our vessel has had another occupant, one that if Dr. Bayleaf’s analysis is to be believed, could be an entirely new species of sapient.

  It was tracked on a collision course with a nearby civilian vessel that was transporting refugees to the homeworld, and… well…

  The creature or sapient I suppose, gave the folks on the vessel quite a shock.

  It eerily resembles one of us Elferi, sans our pointed ears and pale complexion. Same build too, but the body, which Ms. Bristlebranch believes to be female, is sunken.

  Small, pink complexion, wounded ears and with a petite frame that would put even our young to shame.

  Likely from exposure, but the tests have shown even more insanity. As I record this, I still cannot make heads or tails about the sapient we recovered from that vessel.

  Because the sapient was breathing, still alive despite being exposed to a vacuum for what must have been a great deal of time. The pod it was encased in was slowly leaking what we assumed was its breathable air.

  Yet it still lives, and is now situated in our quarantine bay alongside the other specimens.

  Unconscious but alive… and looking like a desiccated corpse to boot.

  Thinking about it reminds me too much of things I would rather not share on this Log, so this will be the final entry before our return.

  This is Captain Bark Ironside of the research vessel Meras-102, signing off.

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  God, if you’re real and not all pissed at me for the past stuff, I humbly ask you to keep me from dying. I know you probably get this alot, but I’m too young to die. Seriously, I’ve been alive for almost a year, this is too unfair!

  Inside a pod carrying the almost completely absorbed and rather mummified body of a clone, existed a being of unfathomable power and versatility. A creature with a heart of gold, and a desire to punish wrongdoers and bring justice.

  Sadly, this creature was now stuck inside this body, unable to move for fear of the outside killing and freezing her solid.

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  And with the fat cells and power source of the body almost completely drained, it would’t be long before this heroine of justice would meet her end.

  Damnit! Son of a B-

  But she was not done yet, for she had a plan to save her life, and all it required was a bit more time.

  And a risk.

  This creature was called Chimera, and she was determined to survive.

  On her home planet of Asta, she was a creature bred to be a biological weapon, a monster made to fight and kill, and absorb the powers of would-be heroes to use for her dark master, Monica Ferrous.

  But due to a twist of fate, she had been inserted inside a woman on the verge of death, a woman who passed down her memories to the young Chimera.

  Confusing herself for the woman in question, she started her journey to find the ones responsible for her strange condition, and save her brother from his horrible disease.

  And she had succeeded, coming to terms with her gift, reuniting with Sarah, her original host and savior, while ending the terror that was Monica and her meglamanical family of supervillains.

  Though it came at a cost, as the mother of the mad villainess set a doomsday weapon to go off in case of her demise.

  This ion cannon, poised to obliterate the city of New Terra, would evaporate all of her loved ones should she let it come to pass.

  So, in a moment of sacrifice, with a final farewell to her loved ones, Chimera teleported to the station and sent it into deep space, marooning herself in the astral sea, with no way back home.

  In a last ditch effort to save herself, she sealed her amorphous body inside with a clone of the wretched Margaret, and infused the host with her essence.

  This was however, after she had blown up the station with her gifts, as she combined them all together into a powerful circle chain of infused DNA. This unstable power detonated, sending her even further beyond the reach of her home world.

  Which leads us to her current situation.

  Chimera had been keeping this vessel alive in order to help her stave off the coldness of space, but with the body shutting down, she had no way to continue the process, and, should she fail…

  She would immediately freeze from the outside in.

  Thus Chimera was using the last of the body’s biological material to create something she referred to as a perpetual energy generator, or a PEG.

  This DNA amalgamation, made with her own blobby flesh, would create for her an energy source that would endlessly generate energy for her body to use, freeing her from this flesh prison.

  But…

  If only I still had my freaking powers!

  Chimera had lost almost all of her powers when the golden chain of DNA erupted, and with only the PEG left for her to build.

  She was running out of time!

  However, one shining light was that Margaret had infused this body with DNA from her alien roots as a Teras-emon, a sentient race of slime-like beings. With this, and a bit more of the DNA in this body.

  Chimera could rebuild her PEG, giving her a chance!

  Come on, hurry!

  She could feel the body failing around her, the organs shutting down, the brain barely keeping the heart pumping.

  She just needed a bit more time!

  Chimera knew though, that time was up.

  It was now or never. If she couldn’t absorb the last of the DNA from this clone…

  Focus!

  She spread her body to everything, enveloping the entire body with her blobby being, and crunched it down inside her.

  She could feel the cold air trying to make its way to her, but she couldn’t let that distract her.

  Chimera knew she had enough, she just needed to make the damn thing!

  She reached into her core, weaving the DNA chain much like a loom to thread, creating and building the blueprint that she knew would save her life.

  Come on!

  The PEG sparked, and a slowly turning feeling started to move inside her.

  It was starting up, it only needed a bit more, just a few seconds more!

  Chimera braced herself as the cold hit her…

  And simply brushed against her body.

  …Huh?

  Chimera shifted, taking on a form as her PEG whirred to life, spreading energy and warmth around her as she opened eyes she hadn’t used in what felt like ages.

  She was now in her child form, a young ten or eleven year old girl with short red hair and eyes, and a flowing dress that twirled around her in a mass of tendrils.

  Her body tensed as she took in the sighed around her, a scene that she was very, very, familiar with.

  Oh no… is this a lab?!

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