>>6266894“Before you go, kiddo, I have a question.” you say to her, your daughter raising a brow in curiosity. “You figured out who's going to come with you tomorrow?”
“I have a few ideas. But I'm not sure, I'm going to think it over tonight.” she responds to you, brow furrowing a bit. “I'll figure it out soon enough, but you both are okay if I ask you?”
“Of course, kiddo.” you reply immediately.
“I wouldn't mind.” your wife answers her. “However, perhaps it's best to not have all of our strongest fighters the first ones the other universes see?”
“A good point. I'll keep thinking on it, if you need anything let me know.” your daughter answers, then with a thought vanishes. Leaving New Salda behind, and no doubt returning to Dreadzone. Leaving you and Meloka standing in the halls of your home.
“It never ends, does it?” your wife suddenly asks with a sigh, you hearing a strange weariness in her tone. “I thought that, after everything, we'd finally get some time to rest. But it seems there's always another problem just ready to rear its ugly head.”
“Does feel that way sometimes.” you reply, reaching down and picking your wife up into your arms, hugging her close. “But it doesn't matter. The universe can throw whatever it wants at us, as long as we're together, we'll come out on top.”
“Hmmm, you're right.” your wife says, pressing herself to you. The two of you remain there, holding one another close and enjoying the brief moment of peace. That is, until Maza comes aboard the ship, coming directly towards you. As if seeking you out.
“There you are, Father.” he says, walking up towards you both. “We have some things in administration that need your eye, if you would?”
“Of course.” you reply to him, then turn to your wife. Who flies up and out of your arms, wrapping her arms over your shoulders as she lays against your back, holding onto you as her legs wrap around your torso under your arms. “Lead the way.”
“Right.” he replies, you following him back out of your home and to the largest building aside from the training complex in your city. Heading inside and to the back office where your administrative staff are hard at work.
“There you are, General. We needed your word and signature on a few things. Most important of which is this.” one says, bringing something forward. “We've put this decision off long enough. This city needs a name.”
“A name?” you ask, confused. “What do you mean?”
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