We've seen the many journeys of Neas, the Gladiator of Gallifrey, across the Infinite DC. But what about their father, Aznavorian the Tinkerer? What journeys have these men and women led in, around, and outside the lives of Neas? The incarnations of...
There was massive electrical discharge within Discovery One's flight deck area. Strange lightning danced along the control panels, briefly disrupting their primary functions – not enough to derail the entire ship but quick enough to create a fleeting blackout in the deck itself. It formed a circular opening in midair – a sphere of energy. To anyone who would've witnessed its formation, they would've perceived a figure within the sphere before it fizzled out with an explosive thunderclap.
Knelt exactly where the sphere emerged was a naked black man in his twenties, powerfully built. He stood to his full substantial height, his face devoid of emotions, impassively surveying his surroundings. He quickly took notice of the fact that he was aboard a ship in deep space – a sea of twinkling stars beyond the window of the flight deck. Undeterred, he proceeded to leave the flight deck and make his way elsewhere aboard Discovery One.
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Craig couldn't have pictured a better adventure than the one he found himself on with Rania, meeting two of her other incarnations – one from her past and one from her future. While the future incarnation was a bit on the flirty side (apparently fully knowing who Craig was), the past one was a very stern man who kept to himself while his female counterparts bonded. Craig stood between the two parties in the centrifuge hub, a section of Discovery One where the laws of gravity were topsy-turvy; what was up was down, what was left was right. So, when he stood between Skeeta and his female counterparts, Craig was standing below or above them.
Regardless of the peculiar spacing, Skeeta was alone in his workspace, whereas Rania and Mireya shared theirs as they reflected on old collective memories.
It didn't feel right to Craig for Skeeta to be alone, so he did the sensible thing and joined him at his station. The 10-year-old wasn't exactly sure about the type of work Skeeta was up to, only that it involved removing a wall panel, exposing an array of wires and lights blinking like a Christmas tree. It looked as pretty as it was confusing.
"Can I help?" he asked Skeeta on approach.
Skeeta gave the boy half a glance, staying more attentive to his work on the exposed guts of the machine. "No, son, I'm fine," he said in a way that wasn't rude to Craig, yet his tone was cold. In spite of this, Craig didn't leave his side; he remained standing there, smiling eagerly. Curious of this emotional response, Skeeta conceded, "Actually, you can help me out, son."
Craig beamed. "Really? What do you need?"
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