Niobe was worried that Locke's face might explode. The Commander was especially pissed that Robin had stolen the Believer. His anger was magnified when Robin was not placed in jail.

"Did you stop Deathstroke?" he asked, his face completely purple.

"You shouldn't ask me that question, Jason. I wasn't present at these events. We simply assumed, based on what we heard, that Deathstroke did not reach the Oracle."

"Where did you get this information?" he demanded.

Niobe pointed to the back of the room. Robin was sitting in his wheel chair. Raven grimaced at his very appearance. The former leader of the Titans now appeared as an unintelligent version of Stephen Hawking.

"Who probably didn't exist," she muttered to herself.

"WHAT IS HE DOING HERE? HE SHOULD BE ARRESTED! GUARDS, TAKE HIM OUT!"

"I didn't kill Deathstroke."

"Jason, stop yelling. This kid's never going to move again," Niobe whispered. Locke ignored her. "Locke, what are you, deaf? You're yelling at a crippled person!" Roland shouted.

"Silence, Captain, or I'll have you removed from your post," he said. Raven almost felt the icy cool breath in that remark.

"Jason, what the hell is the matter with you?" Niobe shouted. "Captain, I hereby suspend you from your post. You may take your leave," he said, not even looking at Niobe, but at Morpheus.

The Captain stormed out, closely followed by her crew. "Niobe, that jerk has no right to suspend you," Sparks assured her.

"Any further questions?" Locke asked.

"Only one." Locke looked at the speaker, and his eyes bulged.

"Will I see you in Hell?" Robin, standing out of his chair, fired the plasma rifle at the Commander. Locke flew out the window behind him and disappeared from view. Morpheus turned to see Robin throw both the plasma rifle and himself out of another open window. "ROBIN!" he yelled.

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The funeral services were the next day. No bodies could be recovered, so simple graves were drawn up. Commander Locke's funeral had more attendees, as it was widely believed that he, not Neo, had ended the war.

Robin's was merely attended by his friends, the Logos, the Gnosis and the Believer. Gar had drawn up a small stone tablet resembling their friend Terra's. It read:

Robin

A True Leader

We'll Miss You Always

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Deep underground, two men sat at a desk, working on a small and broken video player. "Does it work yet?" asked the first, a much older man. "Don't worry," the smaller assured. "I've assembled harder things than this in my sleep."

"Do you have the disk?"

The latter smirked and whipped out a disk the size of a CD-R. "Stole it from the Logos two hours before they went to see the Oracle."

"Excellent."

"Soon we'll be able to see what REALLY happened on his last trip."

"Did the plan work?" asked the first. "Like a charm. They will never find us, if phase two goes without a hitch. Let's just hope they don't send anyone."

"Some people are quite loyal to us. They will probably send someone… but we can evade them. Anyways, come along. The Felicitas repairs are complete."