Neo Domino has seen many strange things happen to it, but in a quiet area filled with warehouses and vagrants, a wind suddenly picked up, though none was blowing initially. The wind headed down the rows and columns until it focused on one point, which started crackling with electricity, sending lightning bolts out at various places, until a swirling vortex made from all of the colors man has ever envisioned, and then some, appeared a couple of feet above the ground, allowing for a strange vehicle to emerge. This craft was about the size of a tractor-trailer, but looked more like a floating locomotive made from chrome with a jet engine in the central cylinder and the back of a jumbo jet for a cab. The craft, which was hovering thanks to jets on the bottom, slowed down, stopping several hundred feet from the closing portal, and the back opened up to allow several figures to emerge. One was a young man with jet-black hair and a black outfit who had a sword on his back, while another was a young woman with hair that was mostly red, but was also all sorts of other colors dressed in cute but somewhat eccentric clothing. The third to emerge from the craft was a blue-haired man who looked eerily similar to Antimony, only he had much longer hair and a orange and gold outfit with a green visor, while a fourth appeared to be a muscular soldier with body armor who had a piece of straw in between his teeth. Two more people, a punkish girl of about 15 with red and black hair and a matching outfit and a woman who looked like she had been mixed with a squid and was constantly changing colors, followed, before the last occupant slowly walked out.
"You sure you're gonna be alright, here?" The young man in black asked the seventh. "This is a place of speed, which you are definitely not."
"I mean...we don't want you to get hurt..." His companion, the mostly red-headed young woman added, acting a bit shy.
"Catherine, the Professor knows what he is doing..." The Antimony-like man replied calmly before adding. "At least, I assume he does."
"It still feels weird we're just dropping him off like this." The cyberpunk girl chirped. "It kinda feels...wrong..."
"Lil' missy..." The soldier told the girl with a southern accent. "Sometimes, folks just gotta do things, an' our Professor has ta' do this."
"Furthermore..." The squid-woman, who spoke in a musical, unearthly voice. "To him, it will only be a few of this world's rotational cycles, but to us, only moments will have passed."
The old man had finally passed by his companions and turned to face them, a faint smile on his wrinkled face as his ancient eyes prepared to shed tears. "My friends, I thank you for caring so much for me, but I assure you that no harm will come to me on this journey I am about to embark upon. Soon, we will reunite once more and continue down the road fate wishes us to take." He slowly raised his arm and waved at them. "I will see you all again soon."
The remaining six waved goodbye and entered their craft, closing it up behind them as they started the machine up before speeding off towards the water's edge. However, before they hit the water, another portal opened, and the sleek vehicle flew through before it sealed up behind them.
The eldest of the seven, who happened to have an appearance similar to one of this time period's heroes, fished around in his robes before finding an old device made from several others that he then pressed. A light on the device started blinking, indicating that it was sending out the distress signal of a crashed Duel Runner, specifically that of a young man named Paradox. Hopefully, this would attract this universe's Paradox's attention, or the attention of his compatriots. The Professor placed the now-active device back in his robes and slowly proceeded towards the city proper.