Dear Vector Prime, have you befriended or fought other entities that also travel between different universes?
Dear Multiversal Micronaut,
Why, of course. Dealing with such threats and forming such alliances is a key duty of my post as Guardian of Time and Space. One fellow traveller who comes to mind is Go Prime, a deeply old warrior who straddles the line between divinity and normal super-robot life. Charged with guarding a time-warping artefact known as the Black Legendisc, he has entered many battles on the side of good against those who would abuse its power, much like my own mission to protect the Cyber Planet Keys. His mark on the multiverse is subtle but present: the battle cry “Let’s say Go!” is in his honour, though some attribute it to him during a far-off, rambunctious youth.
Where we differ is our upbringing. While the Thirteen is usually a fellowship of siblings, each pledged to the other out of shared origin and mutual respect, Go Prime is of the Primus Vanguard, the ancient peacekeeping force of a universe protected from the gaze of most. Though the Vanguard also exists to defend and fight on the behalf of the Lord of Light, it is a military organisation, and Go Prime’s philosophy is a martial one. It has served him well; in his true guise of Black Go Prime he is commander and Wise Marshal of the Black Order, with an entire planet at his command. Though he is quick to compliment good strategy and respects any warrior, he occasionally displays a certain... detachment.
On one occasion he invited me to join him in a Time Eater hunt—a lesser cousin of the Hytherion that was nibbling on continuity on the Black Planet. I accepted, curious to see more of the Vanguard’s strange universe, and we eventually cornered the beast in a beautiful art deco temple to the Chronarchitect. While I was prepared to hold our showdown with the Time Eater inside the temple, I was surprised to find that Go had already decided to bring the temple down on top of the creature, removing the need for a protracted battle, but at the cost of several pristine works of art stored within. As the temple was under his jurisdiction, I did not protest, but I asked him if he felt no sadness or remorse for its destruction. He replied that a new temple would be built, which would carry the spirit of the previous one. After all, if it occupied the same place, contained similar icons and objects of worship, and was visited by the same people, what difference did it make?
Though I found this difficult to reconcile with my own appreciation for the works of others, I can respect his firm resolve and lack of indecision. In many ways, it reminds me of my own, fallen, brother. Indeed, Go Prime also has his own affectionate tendencies: he is always willing to accept a new student who has decided to turn away from evil. Beyond his mighty power and warrior’s judgement, I believe that is what makes him a true servant of good.
