In a succulent warm valley surrounded by snow-capped mountains of impeccable
beauty lies a most wondrous place.
Hundreds of gleaming towers rise up into a clear blue sky, reflecting and
scattering light in subtle hues of gold and silver. It is a sight that inspires
dreams and feeds desire. It is a sight that clears the mind and the sinuses
of all blockage. It is a sight that would make a magnificent poster for
the bedroom of a student. It is also a sight that is so secret, so well
hidden, that most mortal entities never have or never will see it.
That place, that sight, is the magnificent Palace of Amino.
Within its awesomely armoured perimeter walls are the most marvellous
holo-cinemas, bowling alleys, casinos, Jacuzzis, video arcades, theatres,
sports stadiums, theme parks and landscaped gardens in the entire galaxy.
It has the most luxurious and impressive apartments, houses, conference
centres, shopping malls, health clubs, plastic surgery clinics, hair replacement
centres, and aquariums ever constructed. Thousands of restaurants serve
every kind of doughnut, muffin, pancake, pizza, pie, bun, sandwich, soup,
pudding, meat, fish, vegetable, and beverage ever known, conceived, or
What is the reason for this concealed paradise of entertainment, opulence,
and nourishment? The answer is simple. It is the home and training centre
of the most revered and respected beings ever to have existed.
Who are they? You may ask. These clues should help. They are feared by
the heinous, loathed by the disobedient, and detested by the criminally
insane. They are famous for their brutal and exceptionally successful
miscreant eradication techniques. They are the heroes of heroes and the
role models of role models. They are what all sentient life forms subconsciously
strive to be. They are, of course, the Bounty Hunters of the Palace of
It was more than four years ago, Earth reference year 2388 A.D. to be
exact, that the battle for the Palace of Amino took place. An enormous
fleet of tens of thousands of ships, from skull fighters to giant war
vessels, attacked the bounty hunters’ haven under the command of
the diabolical lord of putrid remains, Lawrence. Whilst his evil death
squadrons attacked the orbital defences, his unholy army of drooling,
decomposing zombies launched a lumbering ground offensive, and managed
to breach the perimeter wall. The palace was in danger of complete takeover.
Eventually, after a tough, stress inducing, blood letting fight, the courage,
strength, and will power of the bounty hunters overpowered the incredible
might of the invading forces, annihilating them completely. Even Lawrence,
it was thought, could not have survived.
Peace returned. The palace's defences, tested for the first time in battle,
were repaired and improved. Training methods were revised and up dated,
and new weapons were developed and constructed. After several months of
hard work by the service and engineering staff, the Palace of Amino was
now, more than ever, a virtually impenetrable fortress of stunning specification.
With the secret location of the Palace of Amino now common knowledge,
the Superior Beings had no choice but execute a profound and complex plan.
Using their unique and enigmatic transcendentalistic psychokinetic powers,
they moved the entire planet several thousand light years to a new position
deep within the heart of a dense nebula.
Once again, the bounty hunters of the Palace of Amino could maim, slaughter,
and butcher the forces of depravity that threatened the stability of all
respectable, middle class worlds. Once again, they were safe in the knowledge
that their lavish home world was secure from prying eyes. And once again,
missions of extreme importance and violence could be undertaken, and entire
civilisations saved and protected from the degenerate forces of doom that
permeate the social and economic infrastructures of the galaxy.