[center][b]~~|20 Years in the Future|~~[/b][/center]
Mako watched the portal as it charged up: the physical culmination of all their cooperation, the monument to their determination to undo Darkseid and the destruction he'd wrought. It was a fine sight.

With a sure his grip on the haft of his trident, he stepped forwards toward some of the other assembled time-travelers. At the mention of fathers though, the exhilaration he'd felt until then quieted and his lips pressed into a thin, flat line. How Orin would see him, the son he'd never met? It mattered not, Mako thought as he stepped into the portal; he succeeded the throne of Atlantis, and his actions would speak for him. He believed he was a son his father could be proud of.

[center][b]~~|Present Day|~~[/b][/center]

As they arrived through the time portal into the midst of the brawl, Mako held his trident with both hands in a defensive posture, with the tip pointed downwards in front of him. He listened as the future GL spoke with the past one and Sinestro, and seemed to broker at least a pause in the fighting.

Mako still wasn't entirely convinced the villains would just drop everything and team up, so he kept a wary eye open, scanning between them. Some he recognized: Bane, Deathstroke, Captain Boomerang. Others were less familiar to him. None the less, they needed everyone. Clearing his throat, he called out in a booming voice.

[b]"We need to begin making preparations, if we are to stand any chance."[/b]