"You have been selected for the current round of Synodiporia. I have Chosen you to represent me moving forward. You are in my personal partition of Liminal Space. I will send you to meet your fellow Travelers shortly."
"Inadvisable... and impossible." The answer is swift, to both parts of the question. "Unless one is to fall out of ambit, and that is beyond your control."
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"Greetings," they finally say to him.
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His stance is squared off, fight-ready. He's never been particularly religious, and this scenario says aliens to him. Someone after the Zeo Crystal.
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He's going to bunch Zordon right in the... wall.
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