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Rajada stepped out of the cockpit of the battle suit. There had been no guards, no turrets, not guns or force-fields. The lot was empty, littered with scraps of metal.Rajada checked his position again. This was the location of Balthazar's lab, but nothing remained. His clones, his technology all of it gone. Rajada picked up a chunk of metal off the ground. It was surprisingly light and crumbled into dust with the slightest touch. Anything that Balthazar had created with his powers had become nothing. Rajada shuddered a little, his fears confirmed. You can't fix things, people, places; anything touched by your powers was temporary, limited to your lifespan, or in this case, your ability to retain your power. Balthazar would live but his creations would not. | Rajada stepped out of the cockpit of the battle suit. There had been no guards, no turrets, not guns or force-fields. The lot was empty, littered with scraps of metal.Rajada checked his position again. This was the location of Balthazar's lab, but nothing remained. His clones, his technology all of it gone. Rajada picked up a chunk of metal off the ground. It was surprisingly light and crumbled into dust with the slightest touch. Anything that Balthazar had created with his powers had become nothing. Rajada shuddered a little, his fears confirmed. You can't fix things, people, places; anything touched by your powers was temporary, limited to your lifespan, or in this case, your ability to retain your power. Balthazar would live but his creations would not. Rajada prepared for the trip home. There was nothing left to do here. | ||
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Rajada stepped out of the cockpit of the battle suit. There had been no guards, no turrets, not guns or force-fields. The lot was empty, littered with scraps of metal.Rajada checked his position again. This was the location of Balthazar's lab, but nothing remained. His clones, his technology all of it gone. Rajada picked up a chunk of metal off the ground. It was surprisingly light and crumbled into dust with the slightest touch. Anything that Balthazar had created with his powers had become nothing. Rajada shuddered a little, his fears confirmed. You can't fix things, people, places; anything touched by your powers was temporary, limited to your lifespan, or in this case, your ability to retain your power. Balthazar would live but his creations would not. Rajada prepared for the trip home. There was nothing left to do here.
Rajada entered the room containing the time machine. A masked worker was welding in the new tank. After a moment, he stopped and turned to Rajada. "Hey hey!" he said cheerfully, "Just got that new tank installed, so she's not going to explode any time soon. You want me to remove the modifications he made as well?" Rajada glanced at the unfinished modifications Balthazar had made to the machine. "No," Rajada replied. "It might be dangerous, I need to study them first, make sure they can be removed without further catastrophe." "You're the boss," the worker said, picking up his welding unit. "See you tomorrow!" he said as he left the room. Rajada just stared at the machine.