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Supernatural Skirmishes

Back in 2023, technology continued to advance, making breakthrough after breakthrough. Discoveries and mysteries solved. Until one fateful day, an incident was classified as a "Hypernova Transfusion." A hypernova exploded near Earth. The radiation from the explosion tickled the atmosphere and touched the surface, infecting humans with diseases and causing radiation poisoning, such as cancer. Only a small proportion of the population inherited powers from the hypernova. These people are classified as stellar, said to be an evolution and a further advancement for mankind. But society has come to despise the stellar, because of their powers that make them superior. They are looked down upon, due to the weak fearing their supernatural abilities. Quinn is a stellar human with the powers of the dark, living in an apartment complex after his job of being a PMC marksman and engineer during his teenage years. Still, on a mission for something, follow Quinn and his missions on the agency to protect Earth from the supernatural. For around the globe, Earth is now an arena of Supernatural Skirmishes.

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"Who's ceiling is this?" Quinn mumbles, slowly getting up from the hospital bed.

"Ah, I'm glad you're awake!" a nurse exclaimed. The nurse has long blonde hair with dark inner highlights, in a jellyfish haircut. She wore a golden glistening and sparkling yellow futuristic trench coat; with a white doctor coat, paired with holy white heels and gloves. Her face resembles that of a mother, yet she is overly dominant on the battlefield.

Quinn winced as he tried to move. He had used too much of his stellar abilities, and was suffering from the drawbacks, and was wrapped in bandages.

A Stellar human has their limitations and can experience heavy drawbacks from over usage. To the point of experiencing an anomaly labeled as "Voids." Voids collapse a person's radiating cellular structure. The radiation inside of their genes, however, would regenerate over a brief time. Alternatively, if they lose too many radiating cellular genes, they will lose their Stellar powers and be physically disabled. Their body or body parts will slowly disintegrate, killing them off agonizingly.

"Ara~, it's not wise to move around so much. You should rest to soothe your muscles and to ease the soreness." The nurse opens a purple lollipop and forces it into Quinn's mouth.

The gesture of gratitude is forceful, yet kind. Quinn accepts it with some struggle.

"So, how long do I have to stay like this?" Quinn lays in bed, the experience unbearable.

"Just for a moment, I will fix you up soon." The nurse grabs some medical equipment and runs some tests on Quinn to measure his condition.

"I heard you have an energy drink addiction. You know that's unhealthy for you, right?" The nurse asked in a concerned manner.

"Yes, I know. Heart attacks, liver failure, and all that."

"Well~, at least you're aware of the effects it has on you." The nurse sighed, heading to her desk to write a report.

Quinn peeks at her desk and notices a name tag labled Anetha.

"So, Anetha, where is Remram?" Quinn asked.

"Well~, she is already up and running. She's working again." Quinn sighs in relief, happy she's okay.

"So, are you an agent here too?" Quinn asked.

"Yes~, I am. I am Anetha Hook. The name of the agent is Nightingale, at your service." She salutes seriously, then chuckles cheekily.

"So, are you a stellar human, or a regular one?"

"What's with all the questions? But to answer those, yes I am. An angelic stellar human at your service." Her hand glowed green and yellow. With a mystical holy aura dancing around her hand.

She presses her hands upon Quinn's chest, letting her aura spread around his body like a virus. He could feel the subatomic aura particles entering his body, healing him at an impossible rate.

"That feels... amazing! Oh hey, my current heart problems are gone!"

Anetha unwraps Quinn and rolls him into a changer, in which his damaged clothes are hung.

Quinn gets up full of energy, gets dressed, and exits the infirmary.

"Look who's full of energy? How was your first mission?" Eres asked, tapping mindlessly on her tablet.

"Quite enjoyable actually. I'm kind of rusty for not doing this for years, but hey, we did what we did right?" Quinn replies.

They both start walking out of the clinic and head to Quinn's dorm room.

"Right... Anyhow, you have another mission, with Remram and me. Our mission is to free slaves in a large building in the United States. This is a loud mission so bring lots of ammo just in case something goes wrong, and we have a full-on shoot-out," Eres explained, handing Quinn her tablet to show the area in question.

Located in Maryland, the location allows for fast human trafficking via the ocean, land, and air.

"Was this from the briefcase we secured from our mission?" Quinn asked.

"Yes, it proved very helpful to locate everything." Eres bowed slightly.

"I see... And here, is this a setup you want to follow? It seems real… stupid."

"Eh? But how?" Eres barked.

"Well, why are you at the ocean, and me and Remram staying back at a protected location?"

"You guys will provide firepower support from afar. You self-explain with your accurate shots. Remram will provide orbital and machine hacking support. And I will bring manpower through the ocean." Eres explained thoroughly.

"Manpower? Are we bringing an army?" Quinn asked sarcastically.

"Technically yes, but it's just the three of us."

"That makes no sense but okay. That also reminds me, do we do this today?"

"No, we have a day before striking, so this gives us time to prepare."

They arrive in Quinn's room to find Remram waiting for them.

"I'll leave you two, I have to prepare for tomorrow now." Eres quickly steals one of Quinn's energy drinks and sneaks away.

"Here is your attire since your old one is damaged... I made it more durable now." The girl spoke softly.

"Ah, thank you." Quinn bowed slightly and watched as she left for her dorm area.

He plops down on his couch, mentally exhausted and annoyed.

"Why do I have another mission after I just finished one?" Quinn angrily blurted out.

"You know what, let me just work on my guns. I need to see if I can make it before tomorrow." Quinn grabs his sniper rifle and revolver, with handmade bullets, and lays them on a mat.

Quinn then goes outside the door, raiding a vending machine of its energy drinks, and starts to chug them down to work on the guns all night.