"Transport weapon AX-Zrw-564 to Dimension Prometheus C," a man told a worker.

The Malumtis.

The man repeated himself just to make himself clear. "Do not screw up this time," he warned. "Dismissed."

The worker bowed his dismissal, and made his way to the Armory. Inside the armory, there were thêm weapons and artillery than air molecules. The worker followed the designation he was given. At the designation, he found a peculiar shuriken on the shelf.

"What good is one shuriken going to do?" he asked himaelf, but decided to not câu hỏi his orders. He picked up the shuriken.

It became a mobian like creature, and pushed the man away.
"Get away from me!" it screamed, and ran out of the armory, where he was greeted bởi a group of pattolling guards. These opened fire.

The weapon-mobian orgsnism changed itself into a needle, escaping the gunfire, and falling through the holes of the catwalk of which he was standing. Once he hit solid ground, he transformed back into his regular form, and continued to run.

He went around a corner only to turn back, seeing he couldn't find a way out. Several thêm phút of running around blindly, and he was realizing that he was running around places to run to.

Soon after, he was trapped in a room that had several control panels. He had no idea what they did. Malumtis were already at the exit.

No where left to run.

The closed in slowly, slightly tired of chasing the fit mobian around the base. As they closes in, the mobian was stepping back slowly. With one of these steps, he tripped on a cable that was taped to the ground. He broke his fall bởi placing his hands on the control panels.

A translucent rip appeared in the air on hàng đầu, đầu trang of a small pedestal. Through it, he could see what was on the other side, it was hard to tell where it looked like.

An interdimensional rift.

The mobian jumped through the rift, and hoped he would survive transport. His atoms were disassembled, and quickly transported across the two dimensions.

Now, this was the tricky part. The atoms had to reassemble themselves perfectly, making the mobian again, without so much as missing one atom.

This, my friends, is what makes teleportation normally... painful and displeasurable.

The mobian remained on the ground... complaining. With an ability to become any weapon he remembers, fitting in might not be as hard.