Chapter 19: Director Goodwin
"Dr. Misawa! It's been quite some time," the purple-haired clown guy says, breaking all known rules of guest etiquette by reaching out for the door handle and turning it, opening the glass door without being asked to enter. "The Director will be most glad to see you as well. He had a hunch that you were behind Mr. West's departure from Security custody."
Bastion, who had been walking up beside me, freezes, looking like a Satellite resident in the headlights of a Sector Security Duel Runner. "Hello Lazar," he says, the tenseness in his voice suggesting that the mere sight of this weirdo is making every single appendage curl. "I'm afraid Director Goodwin is mistaken. I was contacted by Sector Security to look after Ben after his release."
"That's a lie and we both know that, Dr. Misawa," Lazar states, his voice losing its amused lilt and becoming a sudden cold edge. "While we have yet to nail down the exact details on how you did it, I think that we have more than enough evidence to charge you with aiding in the escape of a criminal."
The two suits behind Lazar close in, blocking the doorway in case we thought of trying to run around him.
"The Director was very displeased to find out that his special guest had been collected by someone other than the handler we had sent," Lazar says.
"I imagine he was," Bastion replies. He moves to stand beside me fully, clasping his hands together in front of him. His jacket is slightly open.
"I'm sure you also imagine that we'll be needing to take him into our custody," Lazar continues, tittering a little.
"I imagine you'll try," Bastion answers, suddenly exuding the aura of a retired action star as he pulls back his left sleeve and unveils a compact Duel Disk model. "But you'll find that an old man and his boy don't make for as easy prey as you might expect."
"Hmmmmm, very amusing!" Lazar raises his hand to his lips and titters once more, the rather annoying laugh making me want nothing more than to pop his head like a balloon.
Easy, boss! Shapeshift warns. Sure, he's an annoying little freak, but just keep your cool!
"But, I expected a fight out of you, Dr. Misawa! You are the man who surpassed Dr. Eisenstein, of course," Lazar states, turning around and walking between his lackeys, who part like the panes of a sliding door. He steps out into the driveway, standing in front of a fancy black car; the suits follow, before turning to face us. "Very well. Come and join us outside; if you win, we shall depart for now, but if you lose, of course, you are to leave with us with no fuss. Do we have a deal?"
I look to Bastion, half expecting him to merely slam the door shut and usher me out the back, but instead he takes me by the arm and pulls me out into the front yard. "B, we're really going through with this?" I ask in a low whisper.
"I've told Goodwin time and time again that I didn't want Ben involved in any of his nonsense. The boy is my charge," my best friend states coldly as we position ourselves across from the suits. "I want your word that if we win, this will be the last time that we're bothered by you lot."
"Oh, very well! If you insist," Lazar remarks, making a rather big deal of agreeing. "You have my word as Deputy Director. Now, gentlemen, if you would please begin the duel. We do have a schedule to keep, win or lose."
The suits finish strapping their own Duel Disks to their arms, which they had apparently been keeping stowed in briefcases. Their sunglass-clad faces betray no emotion as they face us down, holding their arms out and powering on their Duel Disks.
"Very well. Let's get a move on, Ben, and show them what our teamwork can do!" Bastion declares, reaching into his jacket with one hand and fishing out a deck of cards, which he then slams into his compact Disk in what would be a very animated motion on any other elderly person.
Feeling suddenly inspired by the presence of my best friend, I power on my Duel Disk as well. The blue dome flickers to life in a blaze of sapphire, and despite the fact that I feel like I'm facing down some cliché government villains, I can't help but grin…
I feel so alive.
Ask if you can hear the sound, of my voice through the cold hard ground,
Our first sight is a shot of the Satellite and the City, a diagonal slash dividing the two. Ben and Bastion appear, Ben in the Satellite, Bastion in the City; they face away from one another, facing to the left and right respectively. They reach their hands in front of them, grasping for something off-screen, and close their eyes. The screen is constantly flashing black, and after their eyes shut the screen stops flashing and becomes solid black.
I lost it while searching for you, I screamed into the dark,
We open back up on a shot of Ben's eyes opening, before zooming out to find him overlooking the City at night, the lights of the buildings shining like thousands of tiny stars. He's all alone, until Shapeshift appears behind him, with several other Heroes joining in further behind.
If the world we're living in, has a single soul that you love,
Cut to Bastion's house, the living room. The old man and Dr. Pepper sit next to one another on a couch, a photo album propped open before them. We pan over the various pictures, most of the faces obscured by well-placed glare from lights—until coming to a stop on an image of Ben and Bastion in their younger years, dressed in Ra Yellow uniforms with their arms tossed around one another, both grinning.
If it holds a shred of meaning, well, then it's worth every fight!
A wrinkled hand glides across the photo, before the book is shut. We zoom up on Bastion's face, and for the briefest of moments, he appears youthful again, a flash of determination in his eyes.
And when all that we know comes to push and shove,
The other characters begin to appear in quick succession, appearing in various poses with their Signer dragons beside or behind them as we begin to pan across the sky. Starting with Yusei and Stardust Dragon, we go next to Jack and Red Dragon Archfiend,
Then we will pierce the heavens!
Next are Leo and Luna sharing the screen, Power Tool Dragon and Ancient Fairy Dragon behind them. Next is Akiza, her face obscured by her Black Rose Witch mask, Black Rose Dragon roaring and spreading thousands of red petals behind her.
The colors we see are new to you and me when we see the sky—
The Dragon Star shines brightly in center frame now, red and pulsating. Clouds swirl around it, gray and purple and black, before a sudden burst of red from the star blows them all away. The camera slams downward to see Rally staring up at the sky and smiling.
As we began to run,
Jump cut to Ben and Bastion in a Duel Runner, the old man sitting in a side car as they rocket toward the camera, both of them grinning maniacally.
So we can finally feel the sun,
We zoom out a bit to find ourselves in the Kaiba Dome, with Goodwin watching on from his booth with his back turned.
Finally, you and I feel so alive, I feel your beating heart!
We now see Yusei and Jack riding alongside one another, Stardust and Red Dragon locked in combat as the pair speeds out of frame.
If you believe in me, we'll find where we were meant to be—
Ben and Akiza in a ground duel appear next, Elemental Hero Shapeshift somersaulting and cartwheeling around the field as Black Rose Dragon attempts to slash at him with its vines. Ben and Akiza's eyes meet, and the rage in Akiza's eyes softens a bit.
Now who cares about tomorrow, if today we are free?
Leo and Luna walk beside Bastion now, wandering through his immense garden. The old man says something, causing Leo to start laughing as Luna smiles brightly. She looks off to the side and sees Kuribon bouncing along with them.
My answer is always "Yes,"
The cast now stands assembled in front of Bastion's mansion in a freeze frame, centered around Ben; Bastion is to his immediate right, Akiza to his left, Yusei to Bastion's right, Jack to Akiza's left and so on. Rally, Leo and Luna are chasing Dr. Pepper in front, and over Rally's head Ben's face is just barely visible.
That I will always be with you.
One final cut puts our focus back on the old photo of Bastion and Ben. This time, however, it's elderly Bastion and Ben standing together, still smiling as bright as ever.
"Uhhhhh…" the groggy groan tumbles out of my lips, muffled as if going through a thick layer of cloth. I open my eyes to darkness, raising my hands to my face, and touching a thick layer of cloth. "Bas?"
"I'm here, Ben," comes the muffled response. I'm not sure if he has a thick layer of cloth covering his face as well, or if it's mine muffling his voice as it reaches my ears.
"Where are we?" I ask, laying back against… whatever it is that I'm laying against, and feeling the steady rumbling of a moving vehicle. "A car?"
"It would seem so, wouldn't it?" Bastion answers.
"What happened?"
"I can tell you that, Mr. West," answers the lilting voice of Lazar. Moments later, whatever material covers my face is yanked away. "You agreed to see the Director, of course."
We're in the back of a fancy-looking car, presumably the fancy-looking car that Lazar had come in, with black leather seats and tinted windows. Next to me is Bastion, a somewhat sour expression on his face, and across from us sits the aforementioned clown guy, smirking at us both and holding two burlap sacks.
"We most certainly did not agree," interjects Bastion.
"Semantics, Dr. Misawa," Lazar replies, raising his hands in a shrug. "I'm afraid that you were unconscious when we asked, so we assumed we had your consent."
"That's not how that works at all."
"It is for the government," Lazar shoots back. "It's far too late to turn back now, however, as there is no turn for several miles."
"What idiot designed the roadways in this City?" Bastion grumbles. Lazar gives him a look, to which Bastion quickly concludes, "Yes, yes, I know. Don't answer that."
"So what exactly does this… Director Goodwin want with me anyway?" I finally ask, tired of their bickering.
"Oh, you don't know? I do believe that we sent Dr. Misawa the email invitation…" Lazar says, again giving Bastion another look.
"Goodwin knows very well that I don't answer email," Bastion replies coldly. "Unless it's from my children, but lord knows they don't email me anymore."
That little anecdote seems to give Lazar pause for a moment, before clearing his throat and turning to me, continuing on a bit awkwardly—"The Director has some personal business he wishes to discuss with you. Since he is your legal guardian, it is within his rights—"
"Wait, Bastion is my legal guardian, right?"
"Oh, no, not at all," Bastion says offhandedly. "Due to various bureaucratic shenanigans, despite my attempts to make it otherwise, after the passing of your parents you became a ward of the state—thus, you are technically the responsibility of Goodwin, and not my young ward."
"English, please."
"I essentially kidnapped you when I took you from Security custody."
"Ah, interesting." I pause. "I'm not going to have to live in an orphanage or anything, am I? I've read Oliver Twist, I'm not about that."
"Ben, you've never read Oliver Twist."
"The back cover."
"I still doubt that, but it's more plausible."
Lazar pinches the bridge of his nose. "You people make my head hurt."
"That is the prevailing opinion, yes," Bastion agrees.
The car rolls through the gates and into the long driveway of an immaculate mansion, even more grand than Bastion's. Whoever takes care of B's lawns are damn good at it, but looking out at the perfect green space enclosed within the iron-spiked fences, I can tell right away that the guys who handle this are definitely the cream of the crop. Surrounding the mansion the grass rolls gently over some low hills and flat ground, dotted here and there with well-pruned trees.
On further inspection, I find myself deciding that Bastion's lawn still has it beat. It has the natural feel to it, but that's all there is to it; there's no art, no soul like B's.
It's all business—just like the man who waits for us at the end of the drive as the car slowly brakes to a stop.
Tall, well over six feet, with pale skin and equally pale gray hair, the man gives off a kindly enough aura, but something about him has me on edge. It's probably just the expected hesitancy of knowing that Bastion and I are criminals on our way to meet the head of Sector Security himself, but all the same I find myself sitting up a bit straighter, clenching my fists a bit tighter.
Take it easy, Boss. If he wanted you arrested, he'd have sent officers, like that goon from the Pipeline, Shapeshift chimes in, helpful for a change. For all his taunting and sarcasm, he really has been a safety blanket through this all.
I think back to Luna, recalling what she had said about my other monsters. They want to talk to me, but I can't hear them—why? What is it that's preventing me from hearing the voices of the rest of them?
If I had to guess? You're probably just dumb.
And here I was thinking about how grateful I am to have you around…
"This is our stop, gentlemen," Lazar states, his usual amusement sliding back into his voice like a creeping shadow. "Director Goodwin came out to see your arrival himself—this is quite an honor for riffraff like you."
Shapeshift, you sure I can't give this creep a kick in the pants?
My resolve is wavering the more I have to listen to him—but no, Boss. Just be cool.
A car door opens, then shuts again, and then a few seconds later another car door opens—the one on my left, to be exact, the one next to Bastion and facing toward the mansion. Another suit stands holding the door, expression blank, looking like a cookie cutter version of all the others we've seen today. The reflection in his shades shows Bastion and I, and Lazar too, but a bit farther back.
Lazar scoots forward and slides out of the car first, swinging his short legs around and stepping out onto the ground. I almost forgot how short he is.
"Director Goodwin!" he calls out. "I've brought Dr. Misawa and Mr. West, per your request."
The suit reaches in and grabs Bas by the shoulder, yanking him out wordlessly. Bastion grunts in discomfort, but otherwise does not resist, allowing himself to be forced to a stiff standing position.
"Hey!" I say angrily, lunging in the direction of the guy but a hand on my shoulder stops me. Bastion's hand.
"Ben. I'm fine." The old man says sternly, before pulling me out with that ridiculous strength residing in his old bones.
I blink my eyes rapidly as the sun hits them, I hadn't realized how bright it was earlier. It's warm out, too, not uncomfortably but it's a bit of a sudden shock from the heavily air-conditioned car. My shoes touch down softly on the grass, and I'm on my feet again, a little unsteady at first but quickly gaining my footing.
"Come along, Dr. Misawa, Mr. West," Lazar says offhandedly, whirling around and beginning to walk around without waiting to see if we follow—likely because merely a moment later the suit who had opened the door gives us both a push forward, and we start to walk.
We cross the lawn in seconds, coming face to face with the silver-haired man. As we approach, I feel a slight pain in the back of my head—dull at first, but sharpening the closer we get to him. His eyes are analytical, almost predatory, falling first on Bastion before settling on me, making my stomach twist along with that stabbing headache.
The voice that comes out of Director Goodwin isn't quite what I expected; despite the unsettling aura he gives off, he speaks surprisingly gently, smoothly. "Ben. I'm very glad to see that you're safe," he says. "Thank you for looking after him, Dr. Misawa."
Bastion's eyes narrow at him. He stands up straight, no hint of the slight bend of age, shoulders squared as if he intends to begin a fistfight with this man. "And why wouldn't I look after the boy? With his parents gone, he is my responsibility."
"We've been over this multiple times, Dr. Misawa. While I am very grateful for your service to New Domino since the incident, I cannot turn Mr. West here over to your custody." When Bastion looks like he's about to protest, Goodwin raises his hand. "But let us not argue out here. I realize Lazar came to collect you rather early, shall we have brunch?"
The dining room Goodwin leads us to is… fancy, to say the least of it. Whoever did Bastion's decorating is no slouch, but just like the dudes who handle Goodwin's lawn, this place was touched by the hand of an interior decorating god.
Or, someone who believes himself to be.
Everything is perfect, immaculate. Nothing is out of place. Everything compliments everything, from the heavy table made of dark wood and covered with a thin layer of glass, to the hardwood floors polished to shine, to the flowers in the ornate vases and the rich curtains bordering the tall windows. An enormous crystal chandelier looms over it all, like the omnipotent god of dining looking down on the mortals below.
Not a drip of soul anywhere.
You sound like a down-on-his-luck jazz musician, Boss.
I don't know about the jazz musician part, but we can definitely say I'm down on my luck, don't you think? Since I somehow wound up 70 years in the future with no family and all my old friends dead except for B.
Point taken.
The chairs are made of the same dark wood as the table, and very solid; the backs are carved into intricate patterns that are uncomfortable to sit back into.
Looking across the table at Goodwin, who leans forward with his chin resting on his hands, I get the feeling that he wasn't too interested in comfortable dining chairs. It's a wonder the man doesn't have a permanent slouch.
Plates are brought out by well-dressed servants, placed on the table in fluid motions. Glasses come next—one is given to Bastion, another to Goodwin, and to me…
"A sippy cup?!"
Sure enough, a small blue cup with an orange lid is placed before me, drawings of a group of cartoon characters making a ring around the sides. I look up at Goodwin, who gives me an apologetic look.
"I am truly sorry, Ben. My dishwasher is broken, and they refuse to make regular dish soap these days," he explains.
That doesn't seem like a particularly good explanation to me, but I haven't exactly gone grocery shopping with B to disprove that.
"So difficult to find a reliable cleaning solution," Bastion agrees with a heavy nod.
I get the distinct impression that these guys are trying to screw with me, but I let it slide for now. As nice as he seems, I don't know that I want to make Goodwin mad. He could throw us in the Facility just as easily as he ordered my release.
"Thank you for the meal," Bastion says politely, but stiffly, and then nudges me to do the same. I echo him, in wording and tone. At the silver-haired man's nod, we begin to place food on our plates. I can tell that Bastion isn't happy at the lack of tacos.
"I'm sure that you're wondering why I invited you here," Director Goodwin states. Another servant comes around to pour drinks into the glasses. Goodwin and Bastion get wine, and for me…
"Apple juice?" I can feel my eye begin to twitch slightly.
"You are technically seventeen, Ben," Bas points out, before motioning for Goodwin to continue.
Yeah, these guys are definitely trying to screw with me.
Old boy never did give up an opportunity to mess with you—even if it was with the help of someone he didn't like.
"For starters, I wanted to see how you were getting along, Ben," Goodwin says. "When my agent reported that you had been collected from Security custody before her arrival, I was quite worried. You had finally been found again, only to go missing once more."
"Once more?"
"Indeed. You were in my care before your sudden arrival to Satellite," he explains. "But, I understand you have a rather bad case of amnesia, so I don't expect you remember much of that."
"Uh… right." I was confused for a moment about how he knew I had amnesia, but then I realize the judge likely spilled the beans.
"But the primary reason for my invitation"—he says the word 'invitation' as if he hadn't had his goons put sacks over our heads and put us in a car—"is to give you this."
He slides a piece of paper across the table toward Bastion and I, and I reach out and take it, reading it.
"The Fortune Cup?" I ask dubiously.
"A tournament, hosted by Sector Security. I want you to participate."
I don't say anything, but the look on my face clearly suggests that I see no reason to do so.
"I can tell that you're a bit skeptic about it," Goodwin says, gesturing for one of the servants to bring something over. It's a small black box, rectangular in shape. Goodwin takes it, and opens the box with a soft click of the clasp. "That's why I want to offer you this in exchange."
My breath hitches in my throat. Bastion sets his glass down loudly. "That's…"
Goodwin takes the card out and holds it up to the light. "Elemental Hero Terra Firma. I believe you were searching for this when we discovered Dr. Misawa's signal, yes?"
"Of course you would have this," Bastion says quietly.
"What do you say, Mr. West?"
Nothing is what I say, as a sharp jolt of electricity runs through my mind, and a memory floods back into the empty space that it rightfully fills.
"By tributing an Elemental Hero on my field, Terra Firma gains ATK equal to the tributed monster's! Let's go, Terra Firma! Planetary Powerbomb!"
"Not bad, Number One and a Half. Not bad at all."
There's a distinct thrill that rushes through my body, an electric shock shooting up my spine and causing my hairs to stand on end. The rush of victory.
"Ben West, you haven't changed a bit."
The first voice that spoke is clearly mine, but the second is one I don't recognize. The third, though, like so many others I've recalled or dreamed of, is familiar enough but still too vague to be discerned. But it hurts, it hurts so badly that I can't recognize it.
It isn't a new voice, though. A female spoke those words.
Before I can even register what I'm saying, I answer, "I'm in."
"Ben?" Bastion looks at me, concerned.
"Excellent." Goodwin claps his hands together. "However, you'll forgive me if I hold onto this card until the tournament; I have my reasons for wanting you involved, and I would hate for you to take the card and renege on your end of the deal."
"Hey!"
"Further, I would like to be able to keep a closer watch on you—and so, as your legal guardian, I am going to request that you come live here, with me."
Bastion slaps his hand down on the table. "That is not going to happen, Goodwin."
Goodwin raises an eyebrow. "You do recall the law, don't you, Dr. Misawa? Mr. West was declared a dependent of the state some time ago—I have the right to send him to live wherever I please."
"I don't care. You're not taking him away from me." Bastion rises to his feet, standing at his full height, face set harshly.
A smile comes across Goodwin's face. "Well, I am nothing if not a sporting man. What do you say to a duel for custody of Mr. West?"
My hands reflexively clench tightly around my sippy cup of apple juice. "Yeah, like we're going to fall for that one again."
Goodwin tilts his head slightly. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean."
"Your boys offered to duel us back at B's house, and then kidnapped us," I clarify.
He looks genuinely shocked at that. "Lazar… I'll have to take away his cup noodles later. You have my sincerest apologies, Ben, Dr. Misawa. I certainly did not instruct them to do such a thing."
I don't buy it, and I'm not so sure that Bastion does either.
"Very well." Bastion replies.
I look at him in shock. He smiles calmly back at me.
"I know you've never been particularly bright, Ben, but surely you realize that we're not in a position to deny him this much at least," he tells me in amusement.
"Yeah, but his goons kidnapped us!"
"And who are we going to tell? Sector Security?"
"Shut up."
Bastion turns back to Goodwin. "At your leisure, Goodwin."
We had to wait for Goodwin's duelist to arrive before we could begin. It takes an hour, but finally they arrive, accompanied by the sound of an engine revving loudly. The noise breaks the seemingly serene feeling of the place, adding motion to what was once an area of stillness as the Duel Runner hurtles down the driveway before coming to a screeching stop.
For half a second, I almost think it's Yusei arriving; after all, who else do I know that has a Duel Runner? But it isn't.
The Duel Runner is sleek and silver, smooth and round with no sharp edges. Thin blue lines stretch across the span of the machine, forming various patterns, and the black seat—the only dark color present aside from the wheels—curves backward and juts up slightly. Its rider sets their foot down to steady the bike, kicking down a kickstand with the other, and shuts the engine off before removing their helmet…
…revealing the face of a woman; twenty-ish, with short blue-gray hair styled in a bob cut. She wears a black riding suit, sleek and shiny like her Duel Runner, and a pair of glasses adorn her scowling face. Her dark eyes are set on Bastion, but she says nothing.
Bastion sighs slightly. "I didn't realize you were back in the City, Alexa."
"Director Goodwin requested my presence," she answers simply, her tone indifferent, almost bland.
"You two know each other?" I whisper to Bas.
"You could say that."
She shifts her gaze to me, and a brief flash of emotion crosses her face, before the scowl returns. The woman known as Alexa looks to Goodwin, standing behind us. "I assume these two are the ones you wanted me to take care of?"
"Just Dr. Misawa. We'll be determining if Mr. West will return to our custody from this duel," he answers. "You of course accept the terms, Dr. Misawa?"
"I don't believe I have much of a choice," B answers, stepping forward. "I don't intend to leave him with you. Not anymore."
Suddenly I feel like a princess being fought over by a giant fire breathing turtle creature and a plumber.
Alexa is surprisingly fearsome as she steps forward, brushing a hand over her arm and causing a thin Duel Disk to spring to life right from her suit. "He's not yours to protect anymore," she says venomously.
"I believe that we should let this duel settle whose he is."
Scratch that—I feel like a toy being fought over by two grumpy children… or maybe two dogs.
Bastion reaches his hands up to his coat and pulls it open, spreading it wide like the flaps of a tent. At first I think he's going to take it off in some attempt at being a cool 1980's hero, but no… he's pondering something.
"Hmm… this one, I think… or perhaps this one? No, no. I should have stuck to six, whoever told me that sixteen was a good idea?" He muses to himself, before finally reaching a hand in. "Yes—this one!"
He withdraws the hand, brandishing a deck.
"You keep your decks in your coat?" I ask incredulously, though as I say it, something seems familiar about it all.
"Of course I do. I always have," he answers with a smile. "One must always be prepared, after all."
He turns to look at Alexa again, and smirks.
"Get your game on, young lady."
AND THAT. IS. WHERE. I'M. CUTTING IT!
It's been a while, guys. How we doing? How's the family? What's that—I am not just sitting here making small talk and pretending like it hasn't been a year since the last actual update! How rude!
Anyway… yeah, sorry about that. I got particularly stuck on this chapter—which, if this didn't seem like my best work I fully apologize but that's more than likely why—and as such got hung up every time I actually tried to work on this. Then I got the idea in my mind about the sequel (GX: What It Takes to Be a Hero—if you haven't read it, go do so! There's only one chapter, well technically two but it's a 2-parter, but it's pretty great in my humble opinion) and I kinda tried to make myself work on that more to hopefully work through my issues with this.
And I mean, it kinda worked?
That aside, I cut this chapter where I did because I wanted to at least have something for you all after this long. I'm already getting to work planning out the duel for the next chapter as I type this, so I'm not charting it at another year before the next chapter comes out. Not that I planned for this to take a year, lul.
SO! We got to finally meet Rex Goodwin, and Ben doesn't like him. Bastion doesn't like him either. Lazar basically kidnapped them (pls don't hurt me for not actually showing the duel) and brought them to Goodwin's place, where the very soulful Ben noticed that the place is distinctly lacking in soul. Does this mean that Ben is now a famous jazz musician? No, no it doesn't.
We also got confirmation that Goodwin does in fact have Terra Firma, and is willing to return him in exchange for Ben joining the Fortune Cup. However—he wants Ben to come live with him, since technically he is Ben's legal guardian, but the question is why? And why is Bastion so vehemently opposed to this? Is it simply because he doesn't want to lose his best friend, or is it something more? And who exactly is this Alexa person, and does she have anything to do with Jeff Bezos? Does Amazon exist in New Domino City?
I certainly hope not, but find out all this and more next time on…
STARDUST ACCELERATOR: A HERO IN TIME!
Chase