Ascension Code: Reborn in the DC Universe - Chapter 105

The Bartholomew swamp, in the humid and suffocating heart of Louisiana, stretched like a living sea of ​​black water and dense vegetation. Thick vines hung from the twisted trees, aerial roots emerged from the mud like bony fingers, and the morning mist hung low, mingling with the pungent smell of decaying vegetation and stagnant water. The sun filtered weakly through the treetops, creating golden rays that barely managed to pierce the heavy dampness. It was the kind of place where nature seemed to breathe, alive and hostile, ready to swallow any intruder.

The bio-ship cut through the air above the swamp with a low, organic hum, its dark green hull camouflaged against the dense vegetation. The living ship, made of Martian technology blended with Forge’s enhancements, glided smoothly, its membranous wings pulsing like those of an ancient creature. Inside the pressurized cabin, the team was fully prepared. Uniforms adjusted, weapons loaded, tense expressions marked by the adrenaline of the mission. No one spoke much. The weight of the Unjust Society still echoed in everyone’s minds since the meeting at Mount Justice.

Erick Smith — Forge — occupied the center seat of the cockpit, his light green body enveloped in the new power armor. The reinforced E10 plate gleamed with an iridescent metallic sheen, bluish energy lines running across his shoulders and chest like living veins. He had circumvented the old problem of energy autonomy by installing four compact nuclear batteries in the armor’s dorsal core, each the size of a closed fist. The duration was now exponential — from hours to entire days of total combat, without risk of failure. His retracted helmet rested on the panel in front of him, its darkened visor reflecting the soft lights of the cockpit. His sharp, calculating green eyes swept across the holographic monitors. He knew exactly who he would be fighting today: Black Adam and Wotan. Villains who demanded brute power and arcane protection. Therefore, the armor was at maximum power. The elemental fire in his chest pulsed in sync with the nuclear core, ready to explode into plasma if necessary .

Kid Flash, sitting a few steps away, turned with his usual impatience, his quick eyes fixed on the reinforced black pouch stored under Aqualad’s seat. The speedster tilted his head, his vibrant red uniform contrasting with the dark interior of the bio-ship.

“What’s the pouch for?” he asked, his voice curious and direct, a finger pointing to the object.

Aqualad, the unflappable leader, kept his eyes on the floating holographic computer in front of him. His aquatic tattoos glowed faintly as he analyzed tactical maps and magical energy data. Without looking away, he replied calmly and firmly, his deep voice echoing in the cockpit:

“Plan B.”

Silence returned for a second. Then Megan—Miss Martian—put her hand to her green forehead, groaning softly, a faint, uncomfortable sound that immediately caught everyone’s attention. Her body floated slightly, her normally vibrant skin now a paler, sickly color. Superboy, beside her, frowned, his large hand gently touching her shoulder.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice hoarse with genuine concern.

Megan shook her head slowly, her eyes closed for a moment.

“I’m kind of dizzy…”

The entire team turned to her. Robin, fingers still on his own console, raised an eyebrow behind his mask.

“Do Martians get seasick?” he questioned, his tone a mixture of surprise and quick analysis.

Kid Flash chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood, but the worry was visible in his quick eyes.

“She’s greener than usual.”

Megan opened her eyes, taking a deep breath, her voice weak but clear:

“I didn’t… she, the bio-ship. She’s trying to protect us, but…”

Before she could finish, all hell broke loose outside.

Count Vertigo and Black Adam waited, hidden among the dense treetops of the swamp, their bodies camouflaged by the mist and overhanging roots. Count Vertigo, with his aristocratic, cold smile, raised his gloved hand. His mental power activated like an invisible wave, distorting the bio-ship’s balance. The ship trembled violently, systems flashing in alert, as if the very air around them had been turned upside down. Vertigo turned his face to Black Adam, his eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction.

“There he is. Go!”

Black Adam didn’t hesitate. With a deep roar that echoed like thunder, he shot upward at extreme speed, his immense body cutting through the air like a living missile. His black cloak billowed behind him, yellow rays on his chest gleaming with godlike power. He slammed into the bio-ship with a devastating punch, his clenched fist striking the outer fuselage with superhuman force. The impact was deafening—a metallic and organic CRACK at the same time, like metal being torn and living flesh splitting. The bio-ship spun uncontrollably, hurled away like a toy thrown by an angry child. Alarms sounded inside the cabin. Red lights flashed. The crew was thrown against their seatbelts.

The ship spiraled down, plunging into the swamp below. Black water exploded in a high curtain as the hull slammed against the muddy surface. Thick, living roots—controlled by the Unjust Society—immediately erupted from the swamp’s depths, slithering like hungry snakes. They coiled around the damaged hull, gripping with vegetal force, holding the bio-ship in place as if the mud and plants had come to life. The hull creaked under the pressure, organic membranes groaning in protest.

Inside, chaos reigned. Megan screamed, her voice loud and desperate, hands pressing to her temples as she felt the ship’s pain as if it were her own:

“He wants the ship!”

Superboy didn’t wait. With a blur of movement, the Superman clone leaped from his seat, his muscular body soaring upward with explosive speed. He burst through the partially open roof of the bio-ship like a projectile, emerging into the humid swamp air. His eyes blazed with fury. He struck Black Adam squarely in the face with a punch charged with all his Kryptonian strength. The impact was like thunder— BOOM —echoing through the swamp. Black Adam was thrown backward, his body spinning in the air, black blood splattering from his mouth as he disappeared among the distant trees, knocking down vines and branches in his wake.

The bio-ship was stuck, roots tightening ever more, muddy water seeping in through the cracks. The team, still shaken, began to unbuckle their harnesses. Forge activated his helmet with a mental command—the visor descending with a hydraulic click, the HUD lighting up with tactical data. Elemental fire roared in his chest, synchronized with the nuclear batteries. The confrontation had begun sooner than expected.

The black water of the Bartholomew swamp flooded the bio-ship like a cold, relentless avalanche. The jagged hole opened by Black Adam’s devastating punch in the organic hull transformed into a ravenous mouth, sucking in liters per second. The muddy liquid, laden with mud, broken roots, and a strong smell of decomposition, gushed into the cabin with brutal force, slamming against the panels, seats, and the bodies of the crew. In seconds, the ship’s floor was covered by ten centimeters of dark water that rose rapidly, engulfing boots, calves, and knees. The thin air became even heavier, mixed with the gurgling sound of the flood and the shrill alarms flashing red. The pressure made the hull groan, the living membranes of the bio-ship contracting in pain, as if the ship itself were struggling to breathe.

The team struggled for space. The water level was already waist-deep for some, rising mercilessly. There was no surface in sight—the bio-ship was completely submerged, trapped by roots that gripped it like living tentacles, pulling it deeper into the muddy swamp bottom. Short, gasping breaths echoed in the cramped cabin. Cold drops trickled down faces, mingling with sweat of tension. Oxygen seemed scarce, each breath more difficult than the last.

Then a calm, firm, and familiar voice invaded everyone’s minds—Erick’s voice, transmitted directly through the Martian psychic link that now coursed through his veins. ”

Relax, everyone.”

Superboy turned to Megan, water lapping against his broad chest, his red eyes narrowed with urgency.

“Open a window for us.”

Megan, her green skin now paler from the shared pain with the ship, slapped her forehead hard, the wet sound echoing in the flooded cabin.

“Hello, Megan!”

With a swift, focused gesture, she shapeshifted. Fish gills sprouted from her neck and shoulders. She and Aqualad sank together into the water, which already reached their chests. Aqualad dove right behind them. Artemis and Robin moved with trained precision: Aqualad grabbed the reinforced black bag stored under his seat, holding it against his body as the water rose to his shoulders. Robin, beside her, pulled the strap with one hand, the other holding the waterproof handheld console. Megan, already submerged, stretched out her arms. Thick, green tentacles sprouted from her skin, long and strong as living ropes, wrapping around her companions and pulling them all down with precise control.

Superboy, positioned further forward, deflected the falling hull pieces with his broad shoulders, creating space for the group to descend. Starfire descended to the ship’s floor, her feet touching the flooded surface, golden solar energy glowing faintly in her hands to illuminate the dark, muddy path. Deep inside the ship, now completely submerged, Erick—Forge—stood like an immobile statue. The new power armor, heavy with four extra nuclear batteries, anchored him to the bottom like a living anchor. Black water lashed against the closed visor of his helmet, but he didn’t move. Elemental fire pulsed within his chest, keeping his internal system stable, his breathing controlled by the armor’s air reprocessor. He was a solid, unwavering presence, waiting for the exact moment.

Megan, floating in the center of the chaos, sent strong mental waves to the bio-ship. The living ship responded immediately: a tremor ran through the hull, and a side hatch opened with a muffled hiss, releasing trapped air bubbles. The passage was clear.

“Great,” murmured Aqualad, his voice distorted by the water as he guided the group.

They passed through the hatch one by one, swimming with effort against the muddy current. Megan’s tentacles helped push, Forge with a blade on his arm to cut roots that tried to block their path. They climbed up the riverbank, hands gripping exposed roots and slippery mud, wet bodies emerging from the dark water until they reached the firm ground of the bank. The swamp around them was too silent, dense fog hanging low, vines hanging like motionless sentinels.

Gasping, dripping dirty water, they turned to look towards the river. The bio-ship was slowly sinking, its dark green hull disappearing beneath the black surface as roots pulled it to the bottom. Bubbles rose in clusters, bursting on the surface like the living ship’s last gasp.

Megan, still catching her breath, floated slightly above the ground, her skin trembling slightly.

“She’s in shock, but she’ll recover,” she said, her voice weak but determined, her eyes fixed on the water that swallowed her creation.

At that very instant, a wave of mental energy exploded around them.

It was like invisible needles piercing each of their skulls. The pain came suddenly, excruciating, as if a thousand hot thorns were being driven directly into their brains. Blurred vision, violent dizziness, instant nausea. Forge fell to his knees first, his heavy armor thumping against the mud with a dull thud, his gloved hands pressing against his helmet as if he could crush the pain. Kid Flash screamed, his body trembling, his hands clutching his temples as he fell sideways onto the damp bank.

“Vertigo!”

The villain emerged from the trees, his cape billowing, a cold, aristocratic smile on his face.

“Count Vertigo to you, peasants,” he corrected, his voice soft and heavy with contempt, his hand raised as he amplified the mental attack.

Superboy, slightly removed from the main beam of the psychic wave, felt only a fraction of the pain. With a roar of fury, he charged toward Count Vertigo like a bullet fired—his muscular body blurring in the air, his feet kicking up mud and water in explosions. But before he could reach his target, a black and gold shape intercepted his path with brutal speed. Black Adam collided with it mid-air, his broad shoulder striking Superboy’s chest like a battering ram. The impact echoed through the swamp.

Black Adam gave no quarter. He landed a direct punch to Superboy’s head, his closed fist spinning with godlike force. Superboy’s face snapped violently to the side, blood splattering from his mouth. When he tried to retaliate, Black Adam was already on top: a swift and devastating sequence of high-speed blows. A straight punch to the stomach that sent the air out of Superboy’s lungs with a muffled grunt. An uppercut to the chin that sent his head snapping back. Black Adam grabbed his head, pulled hard, and landed another heavy punch to the face. Superboy staggered, eyes glazed, and fell to the muddy ground, stunned, his body sinking slightly into the wet bank.

Aqualad, taking advantage of Count Vertigo’s distraction watching Black Adam and Superboy, struggled to his feet. Water still dripped from his uniform. He activated the conduits in his arms, his tattoos glowing intensely. With a command, he raised his arms. The river water responded immediately: a column of liquid rose from the black surface, swirling like a living tornado, and was hurled toward Count Vertigo like a devastating wave.

Through telepathic communication, Aqualad transmitted the urgent order, his voice echoing in Robin and Miss Martian’s minds: ”

Robin, Miss Martian, disappear. We’ll keep them occupied. You will accomplish the mission’s objective.

” Black Adam, sensing the movement, turned to Aqualad with extreme speed. The immense man advanced like a black and gold lightning bolt, his fist clenched, aimed directly at the leader’s head. The punch cut through the air with an audible hiss. But Aqualad was quicker at the right moment: he landed a precise hook on Black Adam’s flank, the impact echoing like cracking wood. The blow distracted the villain for a fraction of a second, enough for Aqualad to spin his body and dodge to the side, the river water still swirling at his command.

The Bartholomew swamp, once silent, now echoed with the sound of battle. The team was split up, the mission was still underway, and the two heavyweights of the Unjust Society were coming in strong.

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