Angela flew through the air.
"I guess I underestimated their speed," she mumbled to herself, "I'm having a hard time
keeping up with them."
Only by squinting could she make out the figures flying far in front of her. She was flying
low now since she was over the Dusty Dunes Desert and she figured there wouldn't be a risk of
anyone noticing her. Every now and then the wind blew the sand around and she had to fly
higher to avoid getting caught in it.
"I wonder who they are," she thought aloud, "Kayla seemed very anxious for me to figure out
what they were up to. I should have asked her what happened. I've never seen her like that."
Angela could soon make out skyscrapers in the distance. By squinting, she saw the far off objects
descending to the ground.
"They're going to Fourside!" she gasped.
Kayla wandered around the cemetary in Threed.
I remember reading about a village with creatures named Mr. Saturns, she thought, Rumor
said the road to their village was hidden somewhere in this cemetary. They were said to have
been a big help to the legends. It's scary to think about it, but that creature with all the
arms that attacked us... I've seen its picture in the history books. It was around in the old war.
If it's happening again, I should find these Saturn people and get them to help again.
Kayla pushed some shrubs aside and looked everywhere for some sign of a road.
"This is useless!" she yelled in frustration.
'Kayla, can you hear me?' echoed a soft voice in her head.
'Angela?' Kayla replied.
'I've tracked these... people, or whatever they are' Angela reported, 'They're in Fourside.'
'I'm on my way' Kayla answered.
She quickly ran out of the cemetary and picked up speed as she focused her mind.
Suddenly, she disappeared with a banging sound and a flash of light.
The echoes of Angela and Kayla's telepathic conversation reverberated through the air.
Within a dark chamber, a loud snort echoed through, followed by a loud roar.
"So it begins," a hissing voice stated.
"Mako, be on guard," Poo warned, "It's a Starman."
"Not just any Starman, Emperor," Supreme Starman answered, "I am the Supreme Starman."
"Remind me to get your autograph," Poo retorted.
"I'm sure you'll want it after I'm done," Supreme Starman shot back.
"I know what is happening," Poo declared, "I know your dark forces have returned."
"Do you?" Supreme Starman mused, "How studious of you."
"You know you cannot possibly succeed in your dark ambitions," Poo said, "You will once
again be beaten back by the forces of light and goodness."
"Talk talk talk," Supreme Starman complained, "That's all any of you people do anymore, but
tell me this, great Emperor Poo. If I am so destined to be defeated by the likes of you, then
how come I have already been able to leave Ness within an inch of his life?"
"You lie!" Poo hissed.
"Not today," Supreme Starman laughed.
Poo focused his mind on Ness. To his dismay, he could only find a weak signal in return.
"What have you done to him?" Poo demanded, "It must be some means of treachery. No honorable
means would have slowed Ness down."
"Don't you understand?!" Supreme Starman snapped, "This is has gone beyond honor and dignity.
Power alone is the factor to be considered, and sadly for you, it seems that I am the one who
holds the power... to kill you all!"
With that, Supreme Starman held out his finger. His visor grew red.
"Infector Beam!" he hissed.
A red beam shot through the air at Poo.
"Reflector!" Poo yelled.
A shiny shield formed around him. The beam struck it and bounced back to Supreme Starman.
Supreme Starman quickly jumped out of the way.
Poo wasted no time and rushed towards Supreme Starman. He unsheathed the Sword of Kings and
swung it towards him.
Supreme Starman quickly leaned back and avoided the sword.
Poo quickly spun around and swiped again. Supreme Starman jumped out of the way, but Poo came at
him again and again with furious swings of his sword.
Supreme Starman held out his hand to fire a beam at Poo, but Poo saw and quickly sliced with his
sword.
Supreme Starman let out a piercing scream that arose all the people of Dalaam.
Poo slowly stepped back and held his sword firmly in position.
Supreme Starman sank to his knees and clutched his hand in agony. Four of his fingers lay on
the ground lifeless.
Mako let out a gasp of surprise. He always knew Poo was exceptional but he never saw him
in a true fight before.
Poo slowly rose into the air as a golden aura began to swirl around him and then engulfed his
sword.
"Allow me to show you what happens to those who threaten my kingdom," Poo said.
He held his sword out and pointed it at Supreme Starman.
"Eternal Light of Kings!" he cried.
The Sword of Kings lit up immensely and shot a piercing beam at Supreme Starman. It struck and
exploded. Supreme Starman's screams filled the air.
"You did it!" Mako yelled.
Poo slowly came back down to the ground and sheathed his sword.
"That was truly amazing to see," Mako marveled.
"I'm afraid it is nothing compared to what you may see in the future," Poo answered grimly,
"Supreme Starman's appearance only confirms my fears. The forces of evil have once again
returned to ravage the lands. As I said before, we must go to Onett."
"That's where the legendary Ness lives, right?" Mako said, "Supreme Starman mentioned he was
injured."
"I'm afraid that may be true," Poo responded, "Which means our presence is needed even more."
"I am ready to meet this challenge," Mako stated.
"Take my hand," Poo instructed, "We'll travel by PSI Farewell."
A rock fell down the rocky cliff behind them.
Poo's ears perked up as two unseen fingers pointed themselves at Mako and Poo. A red glow
arose high in the air behind them.
Poo gasped, "Get down!"
He shoved Mako to the ground as he spun around, unsheathed his sword and flung it through the air.
A monstorous beam already was rushing towards him though and struck the ground in front in him.
The ground exploded upwards, rocketing Poo into the air. Supreme Starman quickly tilted his head to
the left, narrowly avoiding the sword as it struck the rocks next to him.
Mako rolled over to avoid the debris and quickly sprung to his feet. He looked around.
And that," Supreme Starman growled, "is what I do to those who foolishly ridicule ME."
Mako looked at the cliff in shock. He ran to it and looked over the edge.
"No..." he moaned, "Father? FATHER!!!"
His cries only echoed down the mountain and he heard no response
"That's two down," Supreme Starman gasped, "Or make that three once I dispose of you."
Supreme Starman leapt off the small cliff and soared towards Mako.
"You murderer!" Mako erupted.
He spun around and swung his arm at Supreme Starman, yelling "PSI Thunder Beta!"
Two bolts of lightning struck Supreme Starman simultaneously. He yelled in surprise and flew
backwards and into the stony wall.
Mako quickly raced by him and gathered his speed.
Supreme Starman burst out of the wall and turned towards Mako, but a bang filled the air and Mako
was gone.
"All right," Supreme Starman, "I'll kill you later, then."
Georg stood firmly in his place as he watched Supreme Starman through an orb.
"Allowing himself to be injured," he growled, "The fool. He better return to full strength soon or
else the plan will be ruined."
"Georg," a shrill voice spoke up.
"What is it, Elder Mook?" Georg asked.
"The master calls for you," Elder Mook replied.
Georg turned around. "Very well," he said and walked off into a narrow path.
He followed the winding path until it reached a doorway. He placed his hand on a red panel next to
the door and a blue light scanned his hand. The door slowly slid open and Georg stepped inside.
"Ahh, Georg," a hissing voice said, "SO nice of you to come."
"Master Rygwar," Georg answered and bowed his head.
"Come into the light," Rygwar ordered, "so I can see you better."
Georg walked up towards Rygwar. As he entered the light he looked upon Rygwar.
He was a small figure. His skin was pale green and his eyes were of a marroon color. His body was
thin and frail and his breathing always came in short wheezes. His hands came to six long fingers
and his feet were split into two sharp talons. His head was wide and curved backwards into two
spikes. A long tail waved about behind him with a curved blade on the end, but even the blade
did not look very menacing.
Rygwar sat in round sphere that floated above the ground. He had a panel in front of him to move the
sphere around the room.
"The war is starting, Georg," Rygwar hissed.
"Yes, master," Georg replied.
"Already events are playing out as were predicted," Rygwar said, "The five have already begun."
"And we already have one being held at Stonehenge, sir," Georg reported.
"And we must make him useful, Georg," Rygwar said, "A boy such as he is, he could become an excellent
warrior, but we must make sure he is on the right side before that happens."
"We are already conducting tests on all the prisoners, master," Georg replied, "They will all prove
useful in time."
"And what of the Four?" Rygwar asked.
"Supreme Starman has already succeeded in eliminating Ness and Poo as threats," Georg said, "We are
currently trying to track down the one they call Jeff, but it is proving to be more difficult than
expected. We know he works in an old laboratory he inherited from his father, but he must have some
cloaking device over the lab making it hard for us to locate it."
"The young Andonuts' knowledge of PSI rivals even my own," Rygwar answered, "We must do well to not
underestimate him. He may not posess any of the miraculous PSI powers, but he knows how to
effectively exploit all of its weaknesses."
"I am hoping that tracking him down won't be as difficult any longer," Georg said, "Now that Ness
has been immobilized, I am sure Jeff will return to him. They will attempt to reforge their old
force."
"An event that we must not let happen," Rygwar insisted, "There is enough to concern ourselves over
without having those meddlesome bunch running around.
"I assure you they are well within our capabilities of dealing with at this point," Georg said,
"I also should mention some unusual news that I have learned from our scouts in Raptorland."
"Yes?" Rygwar said.
"Details have arrived surrounding the young Brian's reasons for arriving in Eagleland. His town
was attacked by a group of cyborgs led by one named Porkle."
"Cyborgs?" Rygwar mused, "How very interesting. It seems that this planet has even more surprises up
its sleeve."
"We have tried tracking these cyborgs, but they are moving too fast. So far it is unclear what
their intentions are."
"I'm not concerned over their intentions," Rygwar spat, "They're intentions are irrelevant. I am
only concerned over their existence, and even more concerned that you lot are incapable of dealing
with Earth-made creatures such as them."
"Yes, master," Georg said nervously, "But we aren't even sure if they are Earth-made, after all."
"You see nothing," Rygwar said simply, "Waste no more time here. You must send a force to
eliminate these cyborgs. The propose a risk greater than your comprehension could grasp."
Georg took a step back.
"As you wish, master," Georg answered, "I will send out a legion under Elder Mook to track them
down and take care of them"
"See to it that they don't take long," Rygwar ordered.
Georg slowly bowed and left the chamber.
Rygwar rotated his spherical throne and hovered over to a low table. He reached out and picked up
a large piece of paper with his hand. Several statistics and graphs littered the paper.
"This was one thing Giygas was right about," Rygwar said to himself as he looked over the graphs,
"This planet is by far the best candidate for the procedure, and once everything is in order,
absolute power will once again belong to our kind!"
The loud clanging sound woke Robert up from his dreamless sleep. He sat up on the cold, hard
floor and looked around.
It was very dark were he was except for a dim light high above. He could see that he was a complete
mess. His skin had blotches of dirt on it. His hair was a tangled a mess. His shirt was halfway
ripped off and a tear ran down the outside of one of his pants legs.
He stood up and winced as his side ached.
"You're awake," a low voice said.
Robert spun around and insticively reached for his gun but of course it was not there.
A boy slowly walked into the light.
Robert no longer felt that he looked bad after seeing this boy.
He appeared to be a couple years younger. Fresh bruises ran up and down his body. His right eye
was swollen shut. His clothes appeared to have been shredded and now hung from him like dirty
rags.
Robert opened his mouth to speak but he could find no words.
"Yea, I look pretty bad," the boy said, "I know it."
"What have they done to you?" Robert asked.
"Things..." the boy said, "Terrible things. I feel pity for you because you have yet to
experience it."
Robert slowly swallowed and looked around again.
"What is this place?" he asked, "What is its purpose?"
"The only purpose I have seen so far is torture," the boy answered, "Evil. That's the only
way to describe the creatures here. Pure evil."
The door to their cell suddenly swung open and a robot slid in.
"Prisoner 4237," it said in a mechanical voice and looking at Robert, "You will come with me."
Robert looked at the robot and studied it.
"Very well," he said and walked towards the door.
When the robot turned its back to Robert to lead the way, Robert quickly spun and around and kicked
with all his might.
His foot connected with the base of the robot's head and its head flew off.
"Malfunction!" the robot yelled, "Malfunction!"
Robert quickly ran to the robot's head and smahed it to bits.
"Whoa..." the boy gasped.
"I think these guys have had enough fun for one day," Robert said, "How about we get out of here?"
A small grin appeared on the boy's face. "I think I'd like that," he said, "I'm Michael."
"Robert," Robert answered, "Now let's get going!"