Willful Thinking (Invincible/DC | Green Lantern OC-Insert) - Chapter 15 (Patreon)

Oscar Ward

My entrance is literally serenaded by trumpets—or at least, trumpet-sounding instruments. The musicians are too high up for me to see. I walk down the middle of the same giant hall Zoe was tried in for murder. Hundreds of Gelderians fill the galleries this time, all of them staring at me enough to feel eerie. The king waits at the other end of the hall, standing in front of his throne with General Vasel and Princess Lin beside him. Nurr’s up there too, standing ramrod straight in her Tech Jacket.

Veln and Zoe are unfortunately in one of the galleries I’m gawking at. She catches my eye and slowly puffs out her chest, doing the most exaggerated imitation of my walk I’ve ever seen.

I bite the inside of my cheek and look away from her. My footsteps echo through the hall. I don’t even know why I’m walking. Everyone here knows I can fly. I could’ve crossed this entire room in about two seconds, but apparently that would’ve been inappropriate for the solemnity of the occasion or something. God, this hall is fucking massive. Eventually, I reach the king and stop where I was told to stop, sagging onto a knee.

The weird trumpets die.

“People of Gelderia,” the king begins, his voice carrying through the hall. “For generations, our jackets have served as our greatest shield. They have allowed the children of Gelderia to lift what our bodies could not and withstand what would otherwise kill us. In relying upon that strength, however, we neglected our own.”

I keep my face appropriately solemn.

“Two months ago, Oscar Ward arrived upon our world as a stranger, and in that short time since, has shared freely knowledge belonging to his people.”

…Knowledge belonging to my people? Push-ups. I taught them push-ups!

“Through his methods, our warriors have grown stronger without their jackets and, therefore, stronger with them. That small programme’s boons are already being studied for adoption not only throughout our armed forces but also in our society itself! Such knowledge was given without demand of payment in the spirit of friendship.”

The king rises off his throne and descends the steps towards me. General Vasel follows behind him with a small box held between his hands. …Okay. Now I’m starting to feel like a dick for finding this entire thing funny. I mean, from my perspective, I taught a bunch of aliens what a squat was. But I guess that means infinitely more to them than it does to me… which is sobering. Every Gelderian from here on out will be stronger because of me.

…Maybe this actually is a big deal.

Vasel opens the box. Inside is a silver badge about the size of my palm. Three jagged lines run up either side of a circular symbol I don’t recognise, meeting above it like a crown.

“The Crest of Gelderia is bestowed upon those who have rendered extraordinary service to our world and its people,” the king says. “Rise, Oscar Ward, Green Lantern of Earth. Gelderia recognises your contribution.”

I do as instructed and watch as he pins the badge to my armoured chest. Unlike the Tidebearer’s Crest that Queen Aquaria failed to pin on me, this one sort of just… attaches to the left side of my chest. Is it magnetic or something?

The king steps back, regarding me with a grandfatherly smile. I suddenly realise I have absolutely no idea what I’m supposed to do. Bow? Kneel again? We really should’ve rehearsed this part. I settle for dipping my head. Applause erupts through the hall. Hundreds of green faces stare down at me from the galleries, clapping. I recognise a few faces as part of my bootcamp, smiling at them. General Vasel steps beside me and starts clapping too.

Alright, this is pretty cool… at least until I spot Zoe again. She’s standing beside Veln with one hand over her heart. The other wipes an imaginary tear from beneath her eye. Her lips move.

I’m so proud of you.

I shake my head with a wry smile. I distinctly remember her shitting bricks in this very hall not too long ago, but then again this isn’t a murder trial. The applause dies down, and the king dismisses the peanut gallery with a few more words. People start filtering from the galleries while I carefully remove the crest from my chest to get a proper look at it. It’s heavier than it looks.

I drop it into the newly made ring’s subspace, where all my battery rings are.

“Congratulations!” Veln appears in front of me.

I smile. “Thanks.”

“You are now a bearer of the Crest of Gelderia like me! It is among our highest honours.”

“Oh? What did you get it for?”

“I developed a more efficient method of stabilising quantum-state displacement during short-range matter transmission, reducing decoherence during reconstruction while simultaneously—”

“My jacket says he basically made teleporting cheaper,” Zoe cuts in.

Veln turns back to frown at her. “That is a gross oversimplification.”

“Did it make teleporting cheaper?”

“...Yes, but—!”

“Then there you go.” Zoe walks up to us, wearing her tech jacket like everyone else, only without its helmet. She lays a hand on her chest and laughs at my accusing glare. “...Don’t hold it against me; I was overcome with emotion! This was all really moving. Today I watched a hero receive the recognition he deserves.”

She presses her fist against her mouth. I stare at her until her shoulders start shaking and she absolutely loses it. Zoe doubles over laughing. I turn away with a snort.

“I-I’m sorry!” she manages. “It’s just that you looked so fucking serious!”

“I wonder why,” I drawl.

“For teaching aliens cardio!”

She laughs harder, completely blind to the king headed our way until I elbow her. Zoe straightens so quickly you’d think someone shoved a pole up her back. Veln leads us into a polite bow once the king stops in front of us.

“Your Majesty.”

I clear my throat. “Sorry about that.”

“Do not be.” He wheezes a laugh. “Formality has its place.”

Zoe shoots me a look, but I don’t give her the satisfaction of seeing my face.

“Besides,” he continues, “I suspect you still do not quite understand why you have received the crest, given the bewildered look to you.”

“I’m getting there, I think.”

“What you shared may seem rudimentary… but only to yourself. Knowledge is priceless to those who lack it.”

“...Fair enough.”

He smiles and starts to turn away.

“Your Majesty?” I ask. There’s something I’ve been meaning to bring up for a while now. I just haven’t exactly had many opportunities to pull the ruler of an entire planet aside for a chat.

And considering he’s already here…

“Could I talk to you about something?”

His milky eyes settle on me. “Of course.”

“Privately, if that’s alright.”

The king studies me for a moment before nodding. “Walk with me.”

I glance towards Zoe and Veln. They’re already walking away, which saves me from awkwardly wishing them goodbye. I turn back as the king starts towards one of the doors behind his throne.

…Alright. Time to talk politics.

He leads me through the door behind his throne and into a study of sorts. He settles into a chair and gestures towards the one opposite him.

“Now,” he says. “What did you wish to discuss?”

“...Well, I won’t waste your time. I wanted to discuss the Coalition of Planets.”

His expression changes slightly.

“...I see,” he says.

“I’ve just been wondering why Gelderia isn’t part of it. You guys aren’t exactly fans of the Viltrumites.”

“Few are. I am assuming Earth is a part of the Coalition?”

I’m quiet for a while. “...Not officially, no. But we’re keeping it that way. Though in your case, I guess most people don’t have Viltrum funding an entire war against them. But wouldn’t that just make you more likely to join the Coalition than not?”

“...You’re aware of that, then? My father discovered the connection almost a century ago,” he says. “The Kresh were once little more than raiders. Pirates. A persistent nuisance, but hardly an existential threat. Then their weapons improved and their vessels improved.”

I lean back. “Then why not join the Coalition?”

“Because joining the Coalition would make us an open enemy of Viltrum. Our war with the Kresh has endured for generations, Green Lantern. It has taken lives, resources, and no small amount of our attention simply to prevent them from overwhelming us. The Coalition would offer allies, but it would also ask Gelderia to involve itself in a conflict spanning centuries.”

“That’s a conflict you’re already involved in, Your Majesty.”

“Indirectly.”

“They hired the Kresh to attack your people.”

He gives me a tired smile. “Believe me, I understand your argument.”

“Then you understand that Viltrum doesn’t really care whether you consider yourself neutral. They’ve been trying to weaken you for a hundred years. Maybe they don’t have Viltrumites flying around Gelderia, but that just means they’re using someone else to do it.”

“Do you believe Gelderia should join the Coalition?”

“I think you should at least talk to them,” I say. “Look, I’m not going to sit here and tell you what to do with your planet. I’m definitely not qualified for that even if you just gave me a medal for inventing fitness.”

That gets a quiet chuckle out of him.

“But I don’t think pretending Viltrum isn’t your problem is going to make them stop being your problem.”

“No,” the king murmurs. “Perhaps it will not. My father believed neutrality afforded Gelderia time. I have spent much of my reign believing the same. Yet our war has not ended.”

He leans back and sighs long and hard.

“Perhaps Gelderia’s time apart from the affairs of the wider galaxy is nearing its end. I will make no promises today,” he adds. “But I will consider opening communication with the Coalition.”

I nod. That’s good enough for me. “Also, I had an entirely unrelated reason to talk to you besides Viltrum.”

“...Oh?”

“How good are your long-range communications?”

The king tilts his head.

“I’ve been gone for a little bit too long,” I explain. “Way longer than I planned. Earth doesn’t know where I am. For all I know, everyone back home thinks I’m dead.”

That thought’s been sitting uncomfortably in the back of my head for a while now.

Mark definitely knows I went into space.

Cecil knows.

Eve…

Yeah. I probably should’ve dealt with this sooner.

“Could you send them a message? Just something basic. Green Lantern’s alive, is on Gelderia, and will be back eventually. Please don’t hold a funeral.”

The king strokes his chin. “Our communications systems are capable of transmitting across considerable distances, though reaching an unfamiliar world so far will require a physical messenger.”

“So…?”

“It will take time.”

My shoulders slump slightly.

He smiles at my reaction. “But it can be done. I will have our communications division begin work immediately.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty. Seriously.”

“Nonsense! You have given Gelderia something of tremendous value and fought against our enemies.” His eyes briefly settle on where the crest had been pinned on my chest earlier. “Allow us to return the favour. Now, unless there are other pressing concerns, I believe it is time we join the festivities,” the king says, rising slowly.

I beat him to the door and hold it open with a smile on my face.

“...After you!”

【—〄—】

“Green Lantern!”

My eyes snap open, and the room comes back into focus around me. Four rings float in front of my face, each surrounded by a faint green glow that’s fading quickly. I’m sitting cross-legged on the floor with my hands resting against my knees, the ring on my finger warm from the last hour or so of charging.

“Zoe Thompson!”

Someone pounds on the house next door.

“Zoe Thompson!”

“WHAT?!”

I snort.

“General Vasel requests the presence of yourself and Green Lantern at the palace!”

“NOW?!”

“Yes!”

“...Fuck!”

I lose my concentration laughing. The rings drop out of the air. I catch them as they fall and slide them onto my right hand. Time to see if I’ve finally maxed them all out after two days—starting with the one on my finger.

Current Charge: 91%

As for the rest:.

Current Charge: 100%

Current Charge: 100%

Current Charge: 87%

Current Charge: 78%

Total Charge: 365%

Not quite the 400% charge I was hoping for, but 365% is definitely reassuring to have. These four rings are basically battery rings for me to drain anyway. Duplication solved the battery problem, but only if I actually keep the fucking things charged. Sitting around meditating for an hour or two every morning isn’t exactly exciting, but it’s better than running out of juice so far from home.

I dump the four rings into my main ring’s subspace and get to my feet. By the time I step outside, the Gelderian sent to fetch us is standing awkwardly between our houses. He straightens when he sees me.

“Green Lantern.”

“Morning.”

“Good morning.”

I look towards Zoe’s house.

“She’s awake,” he says. “My tech jacket confirmed it—as non-invasively as possible, of course!”

I lean against the wall as a handful of minutes pass. The door finally slides open, and Zoe trudges outside, entombed in her tech jacket from the neck down. Her hair is a goddamn bird’s nest.

I smile at her. “Morning.”

“...Don’t.”

“I was wishing you a good morning, but fine! Be that way. …Hmph!”

She flips me the bird with a groan. “You’re being annoying on purpose.”

“...Alright, you got me, but I haven’t actually done anything yet. You can’t punish me for my thoughts.”

Zoe walks past me. “...Fucking ought to.”

The Gelderian looks between us before starting towards the palace. I fall into step beside Zoe while he walks ahead of us at a brisk pace.

“So, how’d you sleep?” I ask, putting some pomp into my voice.

“Fine until somebody started screaming my full name outside my house.”

I chuckle as I take in the sights of our neighbourhood. We’ve been on Gelderia long enough now that it doesn’t feel nearly as weird as it used to. Still alien, obviously. Though the weird looks have quickly turned to hero worship—something I’m much more used to, admittedly.

The Gelderian guide leading us turns onto one of the busier streets, and I catch a familiar smell.

“...Hold on, now.”

He stops at my word as I abruptly turn a corner, nearly walking into Zoe, who till then was sleepwalking.

“W-What are you doing?” she hisses, stumbling back. “...And where are you going?”

“Breakfast.”

“We’ve been summoned, haven’t we?”

I turn back and give her a look. “By the king?”

“General Vasel,” the Gelderian guide clarifies.

“...Then we’re fine!”

“I do not believe—”

My stomach growls at his words. I look down at it, giving my now rock-hard abs a firm pat. If nothing else, Gelderia has been awesome for getting me back into shape… not that I was fat before!

“Democracy has spoken.”

Zoe rolls her eyes. “There’s no democracy on this planet, and even if there was, that isn’t democracy.”

“Okay, then. Zoe, do you want breakfast?”

She sighs but follows me anyway, proving my point that democracy has won, even if we’re on a planet that runs on a monarchy. There’s a market on the way to the palace that I’ve been to enough to call it my go-to for food. Now, not everything there is fit for human consumption, but there are pastries with decent-tasting mystery meats that will forever remain a mystery to me.

…Not a sentence I never thought I’d say about an alien planet, but I had to acclimate somehow. Man, those first couple weeks were rough, but alien food stops being alien food pretty quickly when you’re starving.

I stop at one of the stalls. The woman behind it recognises me immediately.

“Green Lantern!”

“Morning, Deepah! Can I have three of the usual roll things?”

She reaches beneath the counter before I even ask. The Gelderian woman hands me two folded pieces of something that looks vaguely like flatbread. Inside, they’re stuffed with strips of roasted meat, some kind of shredded blue vegetable, and a spicy yellow sauce.

I take one and hand the others to Zoe and our guide. He tries declining, but Deepah’s quick with the advertisement once she realises he’s from the palace.

“You really ought to, sir; you won’t regret it!”

Zoe takes a bite and actually moans.

“Seriously,” she says through a mouthful. “...Ish good!”

I nod as many times as needed until he accepts the offered pastry. He takes a bite, finishing the entire thing where he stands.

“...May I have one more?”

Deepah laughs. “Of course!”

The wait nets us all more pastries, so I’m not mad.

…I’m gonna miss these.

At least, that’s what I’d say if I didn’t have one in my subspace to scan the moment I get back to Earth. For all I know, what I find in there’s gonna put me off these things forever. Or force me to make an Earth substitute—but I don’t want that to happen while I’m still here!

Ignorance is literally bliss.

Zoe nudges my arm. “You gonna eat that?”

I look down at the few bites left of mine. We’ve been walking for a few minutes now, so any chance of turning back for more is firmly off the table.

I purse my lips. “...No, you are not getting my breakfast!”

“Are you sure? Because you look distracted. Besides, I didn’t say I wanted it. I asked whether you were gonna eat it.”

“...Why?”

She shrugs. “No reason.”

I move it to my other hand, keeping her firmly in my sights at all times. I even take it a step further and slow down just enough that she’s forced to walk ahead of me. Zoe clicks her tongue, proving my suspicions right.

“You…” I frown. “You hog!”

She gasps, eyes alight with amusement. “Me? A hog! I’ll have you know I’m a fair lady according to Xax!”

…One of my boot camp trainees. Unfortunately, Xax hasn’t seen her pick dead skin off her feet in the middle of a movie without breaking eye contact with the screen.

Zoe sighs and takes one last longing look at the market before following.

“...General Vasel better have a good reason for this.”

I take another bite. “Maybe we’re finally attacking the moonbase.”

“...You think?”

“Dunno. We’re supposed to be doing it soon.”

“A bit eager are we?” I swallow.

“If this is another meeting about your miracle training, I’m leaving.”

“You say that like you’re not enjoying training now.”

“I enjoy being able to punch harder. I don’t enjoy you.”

“Really?” I dust my hands off. “That’s not what you said when I complimented your muscles when you called yourself ugly. I think you enjoy me plenty!”

“...Fuck you!”

“Sheesh. You say that so much I actually think you might sneak up on me at night one day.”

She splutters, which only makes me grin. Usually, she’s at the top of her game, but early mornings make her sloppy. Boy am I happy I didn’t say that one out loud. Certain things just sound better in your head.

We enter the palace, our escort leading us past the throne hall and deeper into the building before stopping outside a set of doors. General Vasel is waiting inside, alongside His Majesty and an elderly Gelderian woman I’ve never seen before.

A hologram of Gelderia’s moon floats above the table between them. …Well, guess who just won a million bucks! I give Zoe a triumphant grin and she even gives me a high five. I’m so happy I guessed it right that I’m choosing to ignore the mocking smile she gave me, too.

“Green Lantern. Thompson,” Vasel says. “Come. This is Doctor Relsa, Chief Scientist of Gelderia.”

Relsa looks between us. “You are both aware that preparations have been underway for an assault against the Kresh installation upon our moon.”

“Yep!”

The king clears his throat. “We have altered those plans.”

The moon expands until the outside Kresh base fills most of the projection.

“Originally, several hundred jacketed soldiers were to participate in the assault. However, your performance over the past two months has exceeded our expectations considerably. Your natural physical superiority already made you considerably stronger than a Gelderian wearing the same jacket,” Vasel continues. “Your growing proficiency with our technology has widened that disparity further.”

Zoe looks at me and smiles.

I roll my eyes. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“I took it as one.”

Vasel clears his throat. “Green Lantern’s presence presents an additional advantage. One that has allowed us to reconsider the operation entirely.”

Doctor Relsa waves a hand, and the projection fades away, leaving an ordinary, if slightly too shiny, table.

“We intend to teleport you directly into the Kresh installation,” she says.

“...You can do that?” Zoe asks.

“Right,” I say slowly. “Veln mentioned teleportation. He got a crest for it, didn’t he?”

Zoe leans on the table, earning a harsh glare from Vasel. She quickly straightens before addressing the room.

“Okay, obvious question. If you can teleport people straight into the base, why delay the assault in the first place? Is it a numbers issue? Because teleportation is a pretty big advantage.”

“If you’ll allow me,” Doctor Relsa says as she taps the desk. “If you’ll observe, our teleportation is one-way without a mirror unit at the destination.” Two identical structures appear with a line connecting them. “Two mirror units allow matter to be transmitted between established points.” One of them disappears. “Without a corresponding unit, we can still transmit matter to a calculated destination. We simply cannot bring it back.”

“...I get it,” I say. “You couldn’t do this with your own soldiers because anyone you sent in would be stuck and probably die horrible deaths. With the numbers needed to take the station, you’d be better off launching a frontal assault, since you’ve got limited space inside the base itself, right?”

“And you can’t leave the connection open?” Zoe asks.

Relsa shakes her head. “Not without a mirror to stabilise it. Attempting to maintain such a transmission would be extraordinarily dangerous.”

“...Wait a sec.”

Everyone looks at me.

“You need a mirror device at both ends for two-way teleportation?”

Doctor Relsa stares at me. “...Yes.”

“Huh. Our teleporters don’t. Earth has teleporters.”

“Wait, what?” Zoe squawks. “Since when?!”

Relsa stares at me. “Your civilisation possesses matter transmission?”

“Yep.”

“How?”

“No fucking clue.”

Her face falls.

“Lady, I’m not a scientist!”

“Then how do you know your teleportation does not require paired terminals?”

“Because I’ve seen it in action. You just wear a watch, and other people can beam you to places. Admittedly, I’ve only seen it work on-planet, but still.”

Relsa chews the inside of her cheek. “What method does it use to locate the recipient?”

“There are other people monitoring the individual through a watch from afar… I think.”

“Does it deconstruct matter?”

“Dunno.”

“Does your civilisation employ fixed spatial coordinates or—”

“Doctor,” His Majesty cuts in. “Please. There shall be a time for this.

“Thanks, Your Majesty.” I grin. “Doctor Relsa, I can tell you who does know the answer to your questions.”

“Who?”

“The people who built them. The Global Defense Agency back on Earth has all sorts of shit. Teleporters included. I’m sure they’d be interested in your tech too. I’ve already asked His Majesty to establish contact with Earth for a separate reason,” I add. “And once I get back…”

“I would like to speak with their scientists… if possible, Your Majesty?”

The king chuckles. “Once the current threat has been dealt with, I see no reason to grow closer with our saviours’ people. However, such talk shall not leave the confines of this room in the meantime.”

Vasel clears his throat. “...May we return to the matter of the Kresh?”

Relsa doesn’t look away from me.

“Doctor Relsa,” he says firmly.

She looks away. “...Ah, yes.”

The hologram morphs as General Vasel tells us the important shit to look out for on the Kresh base for our two-man mission to the moon, but I’ll be honest that’s the last thing on my mind because holy shit! Cecil better get on his fucking knees when I get home.

…Wait, that came out weird.

Regardless, I’m stranded halfway across the universe and somehow I’m still out here drumming up business for Earth.

【—〄—】

“ELEVEN!”

“That was mine!” Zoe howls.

I duck beneath a volley of laser bolts and return fire ki blasts a la Vegeta’s Technique™, sending the hulking hordes of armoured Kresh through the wall behind him.

“Fourteen, now!”

Zoe turns one me. “You fucking kill-stealer!”

“Skill issue!”

She flies over my head, catches another Kresh by the face and carries him into the next room, where she guns down even more. “There, twelve!”

I follow her through the new Zoe-shaped entrance into what used to be some kind of control room. Alarms blare overhead while red lights flash periodically, washing the room in light. Half the consoles are already on fire, though I genuinely don’t know which one of us did that.

…Probably Zoe.

I point at the Kresh crumpled beneath the remains of a desk. “Also, he’s still conscious.”

Zoe looks down right as the Kresh groans. She kicks the desk hard and he immediately stops groaning.

…Is our callousness off-putting? A little bit. At least the voice in the back of my head says so. But the Kresh, at least the ones on this base, aren’t at all innocent. They were happy to kill Zoe and me back on Nurr and Veln’s ship. And given what our lives were before this… treating this like a game is honestly just a way to cope.

The fact that the Kresh are plainly inhuman-looking just makes it all the easier. …Well, that and the detailed accounting of the Kresh’s many crimes against Gelderia we were brought up to speed on after our briefing yesterday. Was it propaganda? Maybe, but there were things in there you just can’t fake.

“Thirteen.”

I give her a look. “He was already down and out. You can’t just double-tap him for the point!”

“Why not?”

“Because I softened him up!”

“So?” Her helmet retracts as she turns towards me. “You didn’t finish the job.”

“That’s fucking theft.”

She grins. “Cry about it.”

…Oh, it’s like that? The doors at the other end of the room burst open before I can get my comeback out, and seven Kresh pour through.

My ring flashes. A giant green bowling ball appears behind me.

Zoe’s eyes widen. “Don’t you fucking—”

I launch it with a sweep of my arm, and Kresh go flying everywhere.

“Twenty!” I call out, spreading my arms while Zoe finishes off the few unfortunate enough to survive.

“Fine. Side bet. Most property damage?”

I look around the room. There’s a hole through one wall, two destroyed doors, three ruined consoles, and a Kresh-shaped dent in the ceiling.

“...I feel like we’re both losing that one to the Kresh and their blasters, not gonna lie.”

“Scared?”

“Pfft, me? Never.”

Just for the added effect, I send my gigantic bowling ball hurtling through a wall and follow after it in search of more Kresh. She launches herself through the hole after me into a corridor ahead filled with Kresh on their way to us.

“By the way, if I win the property damage bet, you admit I’m funnier than you.”

She scoffs. “Absolutely fucking not.”

The Kresh open fire.

I throw up a see-through wall. Zoe ducks behind it, firing over it. Once the shots stop, she punches through the first soldier before the plasma even reaches us, twists in mid-air and sends another crashing into the wall. I keep at a distance and mostly blast at them. Everyone once in a while, I throw one up in the air for Zoe to slam back down until there’s nothing left.

Got to say, we make a pretty handy team.

Once the corridor’s cleared, I step over the Kresh bodies, moving past Zoe into the next room, but she’s staring up at the ceiling at… nothin?

“Zoe?”  Her helmet’s still over her face. “What’s up?”

“...Huh.”

“What is it?”

Her helmet retracts, and she looks upwards again. “It’s just… isn’t Omni-Man a Vegemite or something? His people are galactic protectors, aren’t they? What’s one doing on the Kresh ship?”

“...What?”

I lift my ringed hand. “How far above is it?”

“Five floors up. Top of the building in some kind of command room.”

…Ring?

Scanning…

Physiological match confirmed with known subjects: Omni-Man and Invincible.

Classification: Viltrumite. 

My asshole shrivels up in record time.

I promise, the hype is building and shall be worth it. Plus, I get to make this arc and its consequences feel a little less localised, because it’s certainly not done yet nor will it end with just Gelderia, no sir. Remember, the opening chapter of this arc was surrounding Viltrumites and the Coalition, but that’s all I’ll say in this regard.

A lot of Season 2’s canon plots don’t work here because of Ozzy. For one, no sequids. For two, no Anissa. Yes, yes. I know, it’s a crying shame, but don’t worry. You’ll get some interesting stuff besides.

Angstrom still exists and I’m sure none of you will expect what I’ll have happen with him. Now, I hope you enjoyed and see you on Wednesday! ^^

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