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John Connor sat alone, with a piping hot cup of coffee, seemingly watching Dante’s Comet on repeat throughout the years. What had he been here for? To do what? To watch Darkseid rule the Crossroads year in and year out.
Just watching and waiting as Darkseid ruled over the Crossroads. He longed to be out there, fighting alongside his soldiers against the Unmade. He knew they shared his frustration, constantly itching for a chance to take down the enemy.
As he typed on his computer, trying to come up with new strategies and tactics for their next battle, he couldn't help but feel envious of this year's competition -
A race called Saiyans.
Yet, there were others. The T-800 probably was getting sick of sacrificing for him every DA and his paradoxical father, Kyle Reese no doubt got other PTSD from fighting in Space.
Just watching and waiting as Darkseid ruled over the Crossroads. He longed to be out there, fighting alongside his soldiers against the Unmade. He knew they shared his frustration, constantly itching for a chance to take down the enemy.
As he typed on his computer, trying to come up with new strategies and tactics for their next battle, he couldn't help but feel envious of this year's competition -
A race called Saiyans.
Yet, there were others. The T-800 probably was getting sick of sacrificing for him every DA and his paradoxical father, Kyle Reese no doubt got other PTSD from fighting in Space.