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6/28/2025, 7:30:15 PM
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“You two should both know, since you could be targets.” you say, tapping your head as you reach out telepathically, thinking to your wife and eldest daughter. “We have a problem.”
“How bad is it? That Tuffle's not still alive, is it?” Chaya asks, also telepathically but you shake your head. Causing your daughter to sigh out in visible relief. “Thank goodness.”
“No, this problem could be far worse. A while back, Towa had me accompany her to a place called the Galactic Prison, where the Galactic Patrol keeps their most dangerous captured beings.” you think to them both, explaining how Towa'd woven more magic around Moro to keep it from escaping, Moro's escape with the help of that damned Zamasu and the Tuffle, and everything you'd seen in Towa's lab including her reaction to Moro looking through her scrying orb at you and her reaction once the link was disabled. Holding nothing back, letting them know the full scope and danger present. Or not as present anymore, being in a different universe, but no doubt still able to return whenever Zamasu sees fit to come back and cause problems. And as you finish telling them all this with your thoughts, your wife and daughter's expressions are a mixture of shock, anger, and horror.
“Damned Kai.” your daughter spits aloud as you finish your tale, the words filled with venom. “Where the hell are the Time Patrol when they're actually needed?”
“Did you think just because they're on our side they'd suddenly become useful?” your wife asks her aloud, which does give you a chuckle of amusement. She then continues, going back to telepathic communication. “But still, this is bad. We have no way of knowing when they'll strike.”
“No, I have a pretty good idea.” your daughter replies, you both turning to her as she lays out her thoughts. “When you saw him, Dad, did you think him much of a threat?”
“He was powerful, sure, but while that monster felt dangerous back then, it didn't feel like anything I couldn't handle now.” you reply with a thought, Chaya nodding. “Why?”
“Because those Zamasu, their goal is to destroy all mortals, right? Then what's giving up a dozen or even a few hundred planets of another universe to it?” your daughter asks, realization dawning. “Not like the Zamasu care about mortal-kind, in fact the more Moro absorbs that's less work the Kai has to do. And we all know how lazy Kai are.”
“Damn, that's a good point.” you reply with a thought, reevaluating the threat. The longer Moro's out of your universe, the more likely it is that it'll absorb all life from that universe, bringing all that power to bear against your own universe. “If only we knew when that monster would make its return, we could better plan.”
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“You two should both know, since you could be targets.” you say, tapping your head as you reach out telepathically, thinking to your wife and eldest daughter. “We have a problem.”
“How bad is it? That Tuffle's not still alive, is it?” Chaya asks, also telepathically but you shake your head. Causing your daughter to sigh out in visible relief. “Thank goodness.”
“No, this problem could be far worse. A while back, Towa had me accompany her to a place called the Galactic Prison, where the Galactic Patrol keeps their most dangerous captured beings.” you think to them both, explaining how Towa'd woven more magic around Moro to keep it from escaping, Moro's escape with the help of that damned Zamasu and the Tuffle, and everything you'd seen in Towa's lab including her reaction to Moro looking through her scrying orb at you and her reaction once the link was disabled. Holding nothing back, letting them know the full scope and danger present. Or not as present anymore, being in a different universe, but no doubt still able to return whenever Zamasu sees fit to come back and cause problems. And as you finish telling them all this with your thoughts, your wife and daughter's expressions are a mixture of shock, anger, and horror.
“Damned Kai.” your daughter spits aloud as you finish your tale, the words filled with venom. “Where the hell are the Time Patrol when they're actually needed?”
“Did you think just because they're on our side they'd suddenly become useful?” your wife asks her aloud, which does give you a chuckle of amusement. She then continues, going back to telepathic communication. “But still, this is bad. We have no way of knowing when they'll strike.”
“No, I have a pretty good idea.” your daughter replies, you both turning to her as she lays out her thoughts. “When you saw him, Dad, did you think him much of a threat?”
“He was powerful, sure, but while that monster felt dangerous back then, it didn't feel like anything I couldn't handle now.” you reply with a thought, Chaya nodding. “Why?”
“Because those Zamasu, their goal is to destroy all mortals, right? Then what's giving up a dozen or even a few hundred planets of another universe to it?” your daughter asks, realization dawning. “Not like the Zamasu care about mortal-kind, in fact the more Moro absorbs that's less work the Kai has to do. And we all know how lazy Kai are.”
“Damn, that's a good point.” you reply with a thought, reevaluating the threat. The longer Moro's out of your universe, the more likely it is that it'll absorb all life from that universe, bringing all that power to bear against your own universe. “If only we knew when that monster would make its return, we could better plan.”
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