Intermission from Doom

[Doomguy]

Continued from Leviathan

-Costa del Sol-

Compared to the ride out on the Rust Bucket, returning back to Costa del Sol was as smooth as a cruse liner. With about fifty percent less creaking floor boards and a lot less having to worry about the knot in my stomach from giving me ulcers. Although the fact that I was whisked way from my home by some sociopath, egotistical, god-like being was still at the back of my mind. I had quite a bit of time to simmer down and try to figure out what I was going to do now that I was stuck here. Finding Omni was objective one. But how does one find a omnipotent being if they don't want to be found, and what would I do if I did? Ask him nicely to send me home? Pump him full of rockets and hope it all turns out alright? I was in enemy territory without any intel, without even an idea of where to start to look. And with the crick in my neck from back to back fights with hellish creatures, I wasn't in any position to go stomp around and look. At the least, not then.

I left Choprot's crew alone to rest their injuries, taking a small spare room with only a table and a porthole for my own personal use. With the small taste of what Omnilium could do on the island, I began to experiment. Items of all shapes and sizes filled up the small room, from tents to matches, from bundles of rope to little RC cars. Any and every kind of kit that you could want, and some that you don't. Boxes of ammo appeared from the liquid material, and then went straight into my pouches and backpack. Even whole guns appeared when I focused on them, whole duplicates of the ones I had used in the Phobos Incident and invasion of Hell. There is some restriction I found out, as attempting to call my BFG resulted in a resounding nothing (to my great dismay). And with just a little time all of it was back to the metallic bubble if came from. Time seemed to be the major factor here. Even the most useless junk took minutes to spawn, while anything of worth added on to that. There was also the question of where it came from: Was what I was taking summoned like I was? Like the secondaries? And what happened when I disassembled them back into the Omnilium?

Multi-universal metaphysics weren't a requirement for the USSMC.

In between playing with myself, I did get something done. The tablet I commandeered from the military base was upgraded to be up to USSMC standards. Able to withstand being used as a impromptu melee weapon by a bezerking space marine and then be used by said drugged-to-their-eyeball marine to call orbital bombardment on his position. The parts were simple enough to materialize, and with a bit of work with a screwdriver it was even looking like the PDFs the UAC liked to hand to their desk jockies and mall cops, with a few personal touches. And after killing several hours just working with the Omnilum, the Dataverse provided a wonderful distraction as I waiting for the ship to stop at the port. Although I'm embarrassed to say I got into an argument with an idiot name "Guu". What kind of name is Guu, anyway?

The arrival back at Costa del Sol had no fan fare as the fishing trawler made dock. I slunk off the deck and back into the city proper, now ever more loaded up than when I had left. It seems that a walking arsenal is a standard feature of the Omniverse, as I only got curious glances at most as I walked the streets of the tropical paradise in search of food. I took a seat at an open bistro and thought about what my choices were.

What does someone someone do while they're trapped in a tropical island and loaded up with power and cash...

"...I'll go on vacation" It struck me. I had been fighting monster after monster, going through hellscape through hellscape. I deserved some R&R.

"Well, Omni, I'l give you one thing: You're an asshole, but you're an asshole with taste."