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Henry King Sr loved three things in his life; himself, his son, and his wife. His wife was dead. Whoever targeted his son was about to be.
"So, explain to me again what happened"
Junior shuddered and shrank further into the living room couch. "I'm not lying dad, I swear! This dude had some kind of glowing staff and it shot lasers! Or fire or something. And they exploded your car"
There was only one explanation. Starman's staff emerging again! Even after making sure that sanctimonious prick was buried 6 feet under. And this time, targeting his son just to get at him! This was a threatening message. It seems whoever the new Star-menace was, they were telling Henry that they knew who his family was, and they were willing to hurt his son. Henry's lips tightened. Brainwave could not take this lying down.
"Look, I know I should have asked before taking the car out-"
His son was clearly too frightened for words, so Henry changed his expression to something more neutral, un-clenched his jaw, and tried to seem calm. "I'm not blaming you Junior, so don't be afraid. Describe the person. What were they wearing?"
He would track down this new terror. And they would pay.
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People thought the Star-Staff was temperamental. Henry knew from experience that this wasn't just an excuse for Starman to avoid the consequences of his actions, but also not quite correct. In reality, the Star-staff possessed quite a personality, but also to a certain extent, possessed its wielders. It had an emotion-altering field around it and by making its wielders feel furious, terrified, or bloodthirsty, it could control their responses and basically make wielders do whatever it wanted.
That was why it usually went for more simple-minded users: they were easier to control. They saw a glowing stick and thought 'destiny!' instead of 'highly-dangerous-probably-radioactive-device-of-alien-origin'. Henry wanted to shake those people. They tended to be the reason for this shit to happen.