Rise To Stardom

Chapter 123: Where Do You Wanna Start?

Chapter 123: Where Do You Wanna Start?

Having already defeated Kralak, The Curator, didn't need to say much before the rest of The Balrogs, knew what needed to be done.

Asides from realizing that they should, never, ever reiterate their mistakes less they piss off the one person who had taught them a lesson twice now, they quickly began to return all the kidnapped aliens, back to their original locations with a proper teleporter.

Previously, when kidnapping them, a phase shift teleporter, one which could instantly switch their locations was used, although it wasn't exactly the safest due to having certain side effects.

As for the kidnapped humans though, they were with The Curator.

Having ensured that the aliens were rightfully returned, The Curator, along with Jasmine, Professor Sanders, Beatrice and a few other humans, employed the same teleporter to head back home.

Landing in a secluded alleyway, one that was close to the college, Professor Sanders and Beatrice, along with the other humans, finally glad to be where they were meant to be, soon shook off the fear they had been experiencing and finally decided to ask the important questions.

Yet, before any of them could, they all collapsed to the ground in synchrony, the stress from it all, finally catching up to them.

{The Curator – Tenth Season | 9th April 2020 | Act 2 | Scene 7 | Take 1}

"Beatrice! Prof!" Kiera swiftly moved over to them, checking if they were still alive.

"Ah~. Nothing like polluted, fresh air from the alleyways…" The Curator on the other hand, stated as he deeply inhaled and exhaled, his expression casual.

Angling his gaze downwards, he then spoke to Kiera;

"Phase shifts, aren't exactly the safest. They're both fine though. Just, dealing with a small case of phase lag."

"Phase lag? Is that like jet lag?" Kiera who was cradling Beatrice in her arms at the moment, asked in a mix of confused curiosity.

"Yep. Jet lag in space, basically. Although, its effects, are a bit stronger than the typical thing…" The Curator casually replied as he continued;

"Fainting and a bit of memory loss. They'll all wake up without even the slightest idea of what happened today… or yesterday."

Squatting down to Kiera's level, checking their pulses, The Curator, spoke to the lady with a gestured palm of request;