"Oh, great idea, Tobir!" Kenta says picking up the crystals Heri was working with and dumping in a bag.

"Hey!"

"It's a break. If I don't take your shiny toys from you, there won't be much proper resting."

And then Kenta opens their secret lair's door.

That... is not their secret lair.

Tobir peers around his shoulder, "Hey, Milliways! Congratulations, Kenta, you've hit another Gabe milestone," he adds jokingly. "I would have been fine with whatever we had around, but I'm up for some interdimensional supper too, if you guys are?"

"I am!" Kenta walks inside and holds the door.

"Kenta also found Milliways the first we visited," Heri reminds him, it feels like forever ago. "And of course."

Heri follows Kenta inside.

"Oh true," he recalls, following them in. The bar's not all that populated - a few people minding their own business, a small group chatting quietly in a corner. They'll have to take a moment to see if any of them want to chat once they're done eating. But first: interdimensional food! Tobir asks Bar for a tasty surprise.

One is surprised! Some kind of noodle thing that both smells and tastes delicious.

Delicious noodles! Nom!

"So I guess we should open a portal to Origin back at the lair and let people know we got a Milliways door," he says after he's taken a few bites.

"Sure, let's all have other people do all the work."

"Nah, I'm not going anywhere. I want to talk to some of these people, too, and..." he glances over at the door, considering, and then reluctantly shakes his head, "...We're not really powerful enough yet, are we?" He directs at Heri. Powerful enough to go back to Amenta. They're getting there, though. A good plan, and a few more years to gain strength...

Heri ponders this for a moment. "Probably not." He finally admits. "I am not sure what that would look like, but I kinda would want to have secured a portal between planets in Crystalsky first? And maybe... I don't know, invisibility crystals or something."

"Yeah," he sighs, "Deal with the problem at hand before going out to fix other ones." He looks back at the door again, and then pulls his attention back to his food. "Invisibility would be helpful," he agrees in between bites, "But if I was hoping for the ideal power, I'd maybe go for something that would let us move people to safety without the other castes noticing they were gone. That seems kind of out there, though." He shrugs.

"Maybe some ability to create illusions? Which goes back to my goal with invisibility: we could sneak around, set up a lot of portals without people noticing and then mass evacuate all reds."

"And let the cleans experience how distance makes the heart grow fonder. Nice."

"It'll serve them right," he agrees. "I guess I worry that the more time we take setting things up while time is moving in Amenta, the more reds will die to random violence." 

"I worry about that too."

"You guys worry too much and it doesn't even help."

He snorts, "I guess it's a good thing we've got you to remind us to take it easy and stop thinking about it so much, then." He shrugs, "Still, better to worry now than mess up later."

"Yeah, it lets us plan. And we are worried, but not in a rush about it. Better to just get it right. Be extremely careful, find a place to evacuate all reds and then vanish us all one day. Not even let the cleans have a clue of an explanation."

"It's weird how... you two and Remi disagree in that sense."

"Well... not leaving a clue is also smart for us. The cleans will never cooperate with anything that doesn't end with every red dead."

"What Uncle Remi wants isn't possible," Tobir says. He nudges around a noodle unhappily, "It'd be... nice, if this could end with everyone getting what they want. It'd take, I don't know, mind control or something like it, to get the cleans to see us as people who deserve to be safe and happy, though. We've gotta be realistic about this, if we want to save the people who need it the most."

"Yeah. And it's not like having a caste that everyone treats as disposable is a necessary feature of a civilization. Humans and most species either never have that or get over it. Clean Amentans are just terrible. So, they will just have to deal with their wish of no reds on Amenta to be fulfilled in the worst way possible."