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"Sort of?" Nero tilted his head. "It's like, there are a series of pocket universes that are linked together... kind of like planets in a solar system. Any world that's part of this network can call us for help. Including humans who know about us."

“Well, we worked construction together for a time. Now we’re space cops together.” Nero bobbed his head. “We’ve rescued flesh and blood humans, too. I know genes are, like, important for human medicine stuff. Our healing powers just aren’t as effective on human diseases because of things like that.”

"Oh, yeah, I know humans." Nero's tail wagged. "My friend is one. Or was one. And then he became a vulpix. And then he became a necrozma." He glanced skyward. "But more like Joule than Bahamut. Also gold, not silver. Makes it kind of hard to sleep when he sneezes and the room lights up like a...

"It knows about Bahamut, though. And his son." Polaris poked its pom-poms together. "And there are all the people living within it that could try something funny." It sighed. "It's just... not very safe. For anyone, really."

"His next creation killed him," Nero said. "And that was that." He tilted his head. "What about you? You, uh, a scruffy dog back home, too, or something else?"

“Uhhh. I have most of their powers.” Nero pawed at the ground. “But I don’t want to use them unless it’s an emergency. I’m a space cop now.” His mechanical parts flashed like police lights.

"When my creators activated me, I overloaded." Nero shuddered. "I took out my creators, except the main one. He put a painful control mask on my head and sealed me underground. I got out, like, centuries later and... my friends helped me calm down and get my powers under control." He sat down...

“It could follow me through my portal.”

Nero's head crest drooped. "No. Dark Matter's first attack left our planet without light. They felt gods like Arceus had let the world down and wanted a weapon with the power to, well, deal with them."

Nero's eyes darted around nervously. "Oh, my mind is made of a bunch of transmutated souls of deceased pokémon. Since my world's a lot like Cibus, we have a spirit realm. So, my creators summoned spirits from pretty much every species so I would, y'know, be perfectly adaptable." He pawed at the...

"If it didn't work, I wouldn't exist," Nero chirped. "Err, for better or worse. My original body is hundreds of transmutated unown."

“Yeah. It’s how I was made.” Nero looked down nervously. “And a source of power in… my real body.”

“Oh.” Nero’s ears drooped. “I’ve been helping with the recovery efforts, so I’ve only gotten to meet your ninetales with the funny accent and Bahamut. But I don’t want to impose if you have somewhere to be.” Even with a Potluck, he figured most folks wanted to steer clear. “The Cibus I remember...

"And so, in conclusion, those are the flaws I can identify in your thinking about Eternatus and why it behooves you to take a different approach." Nero took a piece of paper in his beak and added it to an exceedingly large stack of papers... that he had written himself. He flicked a tiny pair...

“Yeah.” Polaris shuddered. “Eternatus wants to break free of Bahamut’s dimension. When it does, it can go after every world in every universe. Cibus, Cabot’s world, the various Earths. Nowhere will be safe.”

Polaris winced. “Pleo… that’s not a good idea.” It shuffled uneasily. “I don’t know how much Cabot told you, but the dimension Bahamut comes from is not a nice one. If I opened a portal there…” His voice trailed off.

Chapter 22: Courting Disaster The Crowne Court had one main chamber and two accessory chambers. Naturally, given the high-profile nature of the trial, the main chamber was chosen, with its high-arched ceilings and stained-glass murals at the back of the room depicting Queen Calliope flanked by...

“I have no idea.” Polaris wiggled his pom-poms. “Maybe as I get older and stronger? Bahamut could rip portals that take him across the universe.”

"Mmm. Hope." Bahamut slid down until he was lying on his back. "Right. Well, good luck stopping your moon laser." <><><>

Bahamut shrugged. "Perhaps you have a somewhat morbid sense of humor."