Axl was resting in his charging capsule, when suddenly, the silent alarm inside it went off.
"Axl, get up!" a young female voice buzzed over the radio. "There's been a sudden maverick attack in the city! Please report to the teleporter room on the double!"
Recognizing the voice as belonging to his friend and navigator Palette, the young hunter jumped to action. Arriving quickly, he noticed that no one else was there, but the light on his usual teleporter was green, indicating that its coordinates had been set. "I guess they realized that I'm good enough to take on missions by myself!" he says to himself, hopping inside. As he does, however, he gets a strange feeling as he's sent to his destination.
Axl touched down in an unfamiliar location, and immediately reached for his guns, only to find that they were gone. "Wh-What the heck? Palette, the teleporter screwed up and lost my guns!" he shouts over his communicator. "Where did you drop me anyway?"
"Oh, I think the teleporter did exactly what it was supposed to..." a girlish voice giggled. Suddenly, a gigantic Palette stepped into view. Rather than her usual appearance, the navigator looked mostly human, dressed in a set of silky turquoise pajamas and having long curly hair. "So, what do you think of my new 'civilian' body, little Axl?"
"Palette? Wh-What kind of prank is this? Return me to normal!" he shouts.
"Hm... Nah." Palette replies, sticking out her tongue. "It was a lot of work to configure the teleporter to shrink you, and I'm going to have some fun with you now!"
"What kind of fun?" the tiny hunter asks nervously.
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