There Rhombulus was, sitting in a bar on a barbaric planet in the Bionic galaxy. He wasn't sure how he got there because everything that happened those two years ago was starting to fade from his mind. He could remember the majority of it, though.
Life hadn't been kind to him when he was part of the magical high comission. He was always treated like the irresponsible kid that never knew what he was doing, when in fact, he was quite certain that the commission would fall apart very quickly without him. He was right. Just Ten days after he quit, the commission dispanded for good.
Queen Moon begged him to join again for the first five days, but he said no. He said to her that the commission (specifically Hekapoo) had never treated him like he mattered, and now, they would face the consequences. The commission caught villains across the universe, but without Rhombulus their to crystallize them, they always got away. Eventually, Queen Moon just gave up.
Rhombulus didn't exactly become a billionaire the second he quit either. He quickly became a mercenary for hire, never working for someone longer than one job.
He was, in fact, in this bar to relax after his last job. He had to Crystallize an entire hydra for a crime boss. Granted, he had to beat up half the people in that bar before he could even sit down. He was about to pick up his beer and drink it when he heard a familiar voice.
"Rhombulus, we need to talk!"
Rhombulus turned around to see none other than Marco Diaz, legendary outlaw, standing there.