"Monica, do those millions of malformed space creatures in front of us affect you at all?" Deathstroke did not immediately respond to the eager Carol. Instead, he looked at the dark-skinned woman beside them, gleaming with silver light.
"I thought I'd already seen every kind of freak in the ocean, but apparently they weren't freaky enough." The police officer's powers allowed her to move freely even in space, where she seemed even more at ease than on Earth. "But I'm fine, sir. Those flailing tentacles and malformed bodies are full of madness and strangeness, but they don't affect me."
The New Orleans Port Patrol, as its name suggested, was a force responsible for patrolling the harbor and sections of the Mississippi River. As a Masked Vigilante, Monica had indeed dealt with some bizarre creatures that had crawled up from the seafloor in the past.
Fear of the deep sea had always existed. On top of that, Namor in the 40K Universe had some psychological issues and simply did not manage anything, so there were always massive sea beasts that drifted close to land, where food was more plentiful.
They were usually giant octopuses, giant squids, hydras, and the like. In any case, they were all covered in body parts resembling tentacles.
Monica was quite skilled at dealing with seafood, but Deathstroke had not invited her here merely because of her "tentacle resistance."
"Don't be so formal. Just call me Slade." Deathstroke smiled and waved a hand, as though he did not even see the swarm of monsters writhing toward them at high speed. "Have you mastered the ability to create duplicates? If you can, I'd like to leave all these monsters to you. The rest of us will head straight into the big ship."
Spectrum had an absurdly powerful ability.