#team nuclear

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During a brainstorm / strategy session, Yuma inquires as to if Chika self-destructing could be a legitimate strategy. What would the blast radius even be? It's gotta be really big, right? Straight up massive.

The entire Tamakoma branch is respectfully inquisitive.

Thus, it is no surprise that, when Chika's entry position during one particular Rank Wars battle is practically dead center on the map, Osamu's deliberately and painstakingly thought-out plan was put on the backburner in favor of One. Simple. Experiment.

Chika: "Should I try it?"

Osamu: "I mean... You've been dropped in the ideal position. It's now or never, really."

Yuma: "Do it. It'd be funny."

Hyuse: "Osamu is right. That, and it might make this go quicker. I say try it."

So.

What would transpire when Chika puts every last drop of trion she can into transforming herself into a bomb?

It decimates the entire map.

Everyone bails out. Every. Last. One.

After a loud few seconds of stunned silence, the microphone to the commentators' booth crackles back to life.

"Well... That... uhh... works, I guess. All points will go to Chika Amatori. No survivor points for this round. Team Tamakoma-2 wins."

"Yeesh. That was terrifying."

"The quiet ones usually are."

"Touché."

"So... This is gonna get banned by the end of the day."

"Oh, absolutely."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"I guess that means it's time for another break?"

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The communication line opens to a static-y grunt.

Yuma: Gonna need - oof, rude - help over here! I am but one little guy!

Osamu: Reinforcements are on their way now.

Yuma: The tank or the architect?

"Huh?" A voice echoes from Yuma's side of the comms. "Tank? Architect? What'd you mean by - "

Said guy gets unceremoniously launched via a trion barrier erecting right underneath their feet.

"Ahh," he thinks as he's flung across the map, "Architect. Makes sense."

Hyuse: 'Little guy' my ass, you are a fully fledged war veteran.

Yuma snickers.

Unheard by both of them, someone in the audience snorts.

"Someone, anyone, " a commentator's voice echoes, "Please clip that! And then send that over to me."

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(This came about because eldritch is neat, I miss Replica, and Yuma definitely has neighborhood friends and connections somewhere.)

The alarms blare, sirens screaming down nearly every hallway in headquarters.

A portal cracks open, distinctly unnatural compared to most other neighbor portals. It's dark and foggy, clawing open a wound through reality almost literally.

An equally unsettling creature steps through the open maw. Just the one. A being of smoke and fog and stardust, four shapes that could very well be eyes glow a starry white upon an oddly feline face.

It's tall. Tall and skinny, some odd mix of deer, cat, and bird features the size of a bamster.

The portal tightens when the rest of the body - somewhere between a fluid and gaseous state - emerges, but it does not close fully.

Yoneya whistles. He may be smiling, but there's no glint in his eye. There's no amusement in it.

"Kazama squad is en-route," he informs Arashiyama.

"Tamakoma 2 as well, " Arashiyama responds.

"Hello..." Arashiyama then murmurs, supposedly to the creature, for once blank-faced and grim. The rest of his squad, stationed strategically and on active standby, confirm their positions one after the other.

The neighbor, oddly enough, lowers their head to Arashiyama, slow and sedate. No other movement is made. He activates his trigger regardless, tense, waiting.

Osamu is stitched into their radio channel with a crackle-pop of static.

"Kuga is almost in range. Hyuse is covering evacuations and Amatori is in position."

"Copy that."

He can tell precisely when Kuga spots the neighbor, a whispered "What the - ?" echoing in his ear.

"Oi!!" He hears Kuga shout, both to his left and in his ear, "What are you doing here!?"

The creature blinks, probably, and then turns to Kuga. Arashiyama holds his arm out at Yoneya to stall him and does not attack, if only because the neighbor does not move any faster nor show any visible signs of aggression.

It half steps half stretches towards Yuma. Something then separates and falls from what is essentially the lower jaw, if he were confident the creature had a mouth at all.

Yuma catches it. The glob is simultaneously dripping and steaming.

Yuma startles.

Then Yuma stares.

"ꜰᴏᴜᴎᴆ ᴉᴛ," echoes from somewhere within the creature. The voice, though a bit distorted, still sounded disturbingly organic, not at all robotic or modular.

"Thank you, " Yuma whispers back, clutching a deactivated Replica.

It turns and leaves, sealing the portal closed behind it.

Tension bleeds in the atmosphere with nowhere to go, leaving several agents flat-footed with how anticlimactic the encounter ended up being.

"Such a cool friend, " Yuma speaks with a feral smile, "Never would've expected them to leave their home planet!"

"Yuma, what the fuck?" Ah. Kikuchihara.

Arashiyama chuckles.

Yoneya cackles.

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Related to this post on Chika self-destructing as a fun experiment:

"Hey Chika!" Yuma's voice crackles through, all smug enthusiasm, "I wanna try something out!"

"Ummm, okay." She pokes her head around the corner. All clear. "What do you need me to do?"

"Go boom."

"Ummm.... Wasn't that banned?"

"It'll be fine! Just wait until it's just us and the last few stragglers and avoid the map's center. Aim for the Southmost edge."

"Oh. Okay. I'll do my best!"

It's a little under half an hour later when the right conditions are met.

"Target spotted. Am I clear?"

"Yeah," is Hyuse's sole imput.

Osamu pipes up in their communication line, sounding a bit panicked and very much confused (but most importantly distinctly not unamused). "NO! KUGA IS RIGHT THERE- DO NOT-"

Chicka, however, ignores him in favor of Yuma. "Yes. You're clear. Do it!"

"Okay...!"

Chika hugs her opponent from behind in silent apology and activates her self-destruct to the background of Osamu's dismayed "nO-"

Their audience is witness to a good third of the map smoldering.

Two points are added to Chika Amatori's score.

Wordless vocalizations of astonishment come from the announcer's box.

"Did... Did Tamakoma just sacrifice one of their own for a kill!?"

"Wait! Waitwaitwait! Camera Twelve!"

The live feed obligingly swaps to display Camera Twelve's feed on the main screen, capturing the tail end of Yuma digging himself out of the rubble like a gopher. Aside from the pinpricks of Trion leaking from his left arm, he emerges pretty much unscathed.

Cackles echo in the amphitheater.

"No way! Yuma Kuga is still in play! Now how did he manage that!?"

Her question goes unanswered. A muffled thud is heard as a guest announcer falling off the chair gets picked up by the microphone.

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Omg i LOVE your little blurbs and headcannons on tamakoma 2. They're so funny and interesting! It also seems like something in character for them to do. I was wondering if you had any more headcannons about the shenanigans tamakoma 2 gets up to? also, who's your favorite character in world trigger? I like yuma.

Oh my! Hello!

Oooooo I've never received a question before! This is so exciting!

I'm glad you like them! I don't have much on any headcannons, but I will say that, at least in my own snippets, Osamu is more often than not behind the computer when it comes to Team Nuclear fights and adjusting his strategies in-real-time. Chika is a whole lot more chaotic, since the battle simulations are all harmless, (She's still hesitant in a real fight tho and is instead used for sabotage), and Hyuse is in this strange middle-ground where he still wants to go back home but also what is going on in Meeden????

Hyuse is making friends~ :) And Yuma is his same chaotic self. We love him for that.

I am also partial to Yuma. He is the skrungly. Also Replica and the capybara Raijinmaru. No one can resist the capybara.

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TEAM NUCLEAR|| For ATBU Team tracker || I'm ok with any cameos!

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(team info under the read more!)

☢Starting Guild: Blackwoods ☢Team Name: Nuclear ☢Team Rank: 1

☢Name: Acid, Pichu (they/them) ☢Ability: Static

☢Moves: ☆Toxic ☆Hidden Power: Poison ☆Nasty Plot ☆Frustration

☢Items: n/a

☢Additional Information/Facts: ☆Frustration is rarely used, Acid prefers to use Toxic and make a run for it, but is very powerful when used and the resulting damage can be mistaken for a hyper beam attack. ☆Selective Mute! Very uncomfortable with speaking, if they want you to know something they'll mime it. ☆Does not like being touched, you risk being hit with toxic if you attempt to touch them. They'll also hiss at you. ☆Not really a fan of social interactions in general, very distrusting of others (but especially adults) ☆Incredibly afraid of pokemon taller than them… which is unfortunately most of them because they are very small. The bigger the pokemon compared to Acid the more scared they are. ☆Caries a variety of trinkets in their… pocket? where are they pulling these from they have none?? Typical items include matches, smoke bombs, lock picks and a variety of poison ranging from not so lethal to very lethal. ☆The poisons are kept purely out of interest, they are very knowledgeable on the topic. At most, the lethal poisons will be used as a last ditch effort threat and they would prefer not to use it on someone at all. ☆Very vulgar, will pull the middle finger to annoy people. Also may sometimes curse to surprise others for funsies. ☆Before joining the guild, Acid used to hunt trash cans for food. Despite living there now with a warm bed and food they still do this, old habits die hard. ☆Frequently mistaken for a boy by others. It kinda bothers them, but gender is not something they really know about enough to put it into words. Acid is just Acid. ☆Has a sweet tooth but tries not to show it.

☢History: ☆Acid's history is unknown, they refuse to talk about it ☆Refused to go to the orphanage and insisted on joining the guild. Waterbaby and Blanc figure it'll be fine so long as someone is keeping an eye on them and their not doing anything too dangerous. ☆If anyone asks this tiny pichu is definitely 18 years old and not 8 at all. ☆Doesn't look like their family is in Vandrils Harbor… Where did they come from?