Justin continued to stagger and stumble across the Satyr’s hull, kicking
and punching it with all the strength that his artificial musculature could
muster. After a drunken-like struggle, he had managed to make his way to
the engines and was currently attempting to rip them to shreds.
Sarah Savage monitored the cyborg with concern. She had been ordered not
to harm him, but she was finding it increasingly difficult to refrain from
flipping her ship over and vaporising Justin once he had fallen away. All
she was allowed to do was send a burst of power through the engines to deter
him from tearing them apart. This was working, but it did not protect the
rest of the Satyr, which was slowly but surely being skinned alive.
Something else was worrying Sarah Savage. The Lake below was rapidly filling
up with molten lava. Justin’s hole had penetrated Enchantia’s
crust. Clouds of steam bellowed around the Satyr as the lake’s water
was boiled away. Could that have been the cyborg’s aim all along?
She had contacted Amino Battle Command straight away.
“Hello, Sarah!” Commander Pepe answered. “Sorry I couldn’t
speak to you before, but I needed a massage. One of the privileges of rank!”
“That’s no problem.” she said. “I hope you enjoyed
“I always do. It was strange though. When I came out of my massage
chamber, Chief Officer Chimpapazapadon was waiting for me. He looked extremely
distressed and begged me to let him use it!”
“Really?” Sarah Savage said, trying to sound surprised.
“Yes. Normally I would have court marshalled him for insolence and
insubordination, but he seemed desperate beyond the usual definition of
desperation. Anyway, I let him use it. I must keep my officers happy and
content mustn’t I?”
“Of course.” she agreed. “Anyway, I called to tell you
what’s happening here at the lake.”
“Are you going to tell me that molten rock is oozing up through the
hole that Justin made?”
“Well there’s no need. All of the holes dug by all of the cyborgs
are leaking lava too!”
“Wow indeed. I’m not sure why they did this, but it’s
going to cause us considerable problems if we don’t plug the holes.”
“That’s easy!” the bounty hunter said. “All we have
to do is blast them with a potent beam of puissant energy and they’ll
cease spouting magma.”
“It’s not that simple.” the commander said. “Hydroxide
Jones tried that up at the northern foothills. As soon as he fired, the
cyborg that was beating up his ship leapt off and began drilling again.
It seems that the mechanoids intend to keep the lava flowing.”
“It looks like we may have to destroy them after all.” Sarah
Savage said solemnly.
“That may be true, but we must hold back from that action for a while
longer. Panman and Peter the Ace need more time to try and sort things out
at their end.”
“I agree. But they’d better hurry!”
“Keep in touch.” Commander Pepe said. “Amino Battle Command
A flash of bright red light lit up the Satyr’s cockpit. The ship shuddered
wildly as several thousand tons of liquid rock buffeted against its under
side. Sarah Savage reacted quickly and took the Satyr up to a safer altitude.
She noticed that Justin had returned to her ship’s nose. He was wiping
molten material off his arms, legs, and face. He was not looking too good.
Parts of his outer coating had melted away leaving him looking severely
scarred and battered. After cleaning himself up a bit, he continued with
his destruction duties, this time aiming for the forward view-ports. Although
they were made of super-mega-hyper-toughened electrically shielded double-glazed
ultra-glass, they were the weakest points on the ship, and this worried
Sarah Savage more than ever. Justin punched at the glass rhythmically and
with immense force, causing the thick panes to warp and buckle visibly.
Sarah Savage sat down in the cockpit’s command chair and tried to
ignore the deafening thuds emanating from the window. She operated a few
controls and displayed a picture of Peter the Ace and Panman on her main
“I hope you guys sort things out soon.” she said, staring at
the image of her two awesome superiors. “Otherwise your cyborg assistant
is going to receive a blistering blast up the butt that’ll end his
career instantly in a cloud of supersonic debris!”
The Blenheim, current holder of the Palace of Amino’s Most Wondrously
Armoured Starship award, spiralled through a dense collection of the giant
antennae at breathtaking speed, barely avoiding the blinding rays of deadly
energy that flashed all around. The ship’s commander, Peter the
Ace, was indeed the finest pilot in the galaxy; the result, no doubt,
of three centuries practice, and countless hours of intense video gaming.
With extreme precision, the Blenheim pulled up and accelerated into a
mathematically perfect parabolic arc, cunningly avoiding even more antennae
with millimetres to spare. It wasn’t quite as successful in avoiding
the energy rays this time. One of them hit the ship’s top side,
gouging away several tons of dense armour plating and sending the Blenheim
wildly off course. The ship collided with one of the antennae and scraped
along its length for several kilometres. Sparking debris scattered in
all directions. More energy rays attempted to slice up the ship without
success. The Blenheim’s quick thinking mega-pilot pitched the craft
sharply forwards, ricocheting the front end off the antenna and propelling
the ship up at a splendid rate of knots. In true pinball fashion, the
Blenheim bounced and rebounded randomly between several antennae, confusing
the energy rays’ targeting systems and creating an expensive amount
“I can’t believe that their first hit completely destroyed
our shields!” Panman said, looking at his data-screens. “The
power they have must be phenomenal!”
“Indeed!” Peter the Ace said, guiding the Blenheim between
two more antenna at a speed of ten thousand kilometres per hour, and with
a clearance of just three millimetres. “They may have more power
than us, but ours is the superior intellect.”
“How do you know that?” Panman asked, as a glancing blow shook
“We’re top class bounty hunters from the Palace of Amino!”
Panman looked at his data-screens. “We’re only twelve kilometres
from the pyramid’s surface!”
“We have to find a way inside.”
“That’s going to be difficult.” Panman said. “The
density of the antennae is increasing rapidly. It looks like a jungle
“Tell me about it!” Peter the Ace said as he yanked the flight
stick from side to side, causing the Blenheim to bank, tumble, and swerve
through tighter and tighter gaps. Energy fire was still a major problem.
“I can’t get a clear scan of the surface.” Panman said.
“Wait until that pyramid sends out another of those beams to the
palace.” Peter the Ace said with sagacity. “All you have to
do is find out where it’s emitted. It’s such a wide beam that
the orifice from which it emerges should be large enough for me to fly
us in to.”
Panman smiled. “Cool idea!” With augmented intelligence, he
swiftly programmed the ship’s scanners to find the source of the
beam. “Done!” he said proudly. “All we have to do is
wait for it to fire.”
Another energy ray slammed into the Blenheim, this time on its starboard
side. The ship rocked in a super-violent manner and spun out of control.
Alarms sounded loudly.
“WARNING: HULL BREACH, SECTION NINE C. COMPARTMENT SEAL ACTIVATED.”
Panman silenced the annoying alarms. “What’s section nine
C?” he asked.
“SECONDARY CARGO BAY.”
“No!” Panman screamed.
Peter the Ace was confused. “Why are you over-reacting so insanely?”
“I had a consignment of double chilli deep-pan pizzas in there!”
“I see.” Peter the Ace was thoughtful for a second. “Just
because the cargo bay has depressurised, it doesn’t mean that the
pizzas are destroyed.”
“Of course not. Blenheim? What is the status of the consignment
of pizzas in the secondary cargo bay?”
“THE CONSIGNMENT OF DOUBLE CHILLI DEEP-PAN PIZZAS ARE NO LONGER
LOCATED IN THE SECONDARY CARGO BAY.”
“Where are they?” Panman asked anxiously.
“THE CONSIGNMENT OF PIZZAS IS ADRIFT ONE POINT SEVEN KILOMETRES
TO OUR REAR.”
“Is the casing intact?”
Panman was distraught. “We have to go back for them now!”
“Calm yourself.” Peter the Ace said as he continued to fly
the Blenheim through the maze of antennae towards the pyramid’s
surface. “We have a mission to perform. We’ll get them on
the way back.”
“But they’re double chilli!” Panman pleaded.
“Focus you despair and anger towards the enemy. We may need those
dark forces to help us win!”
Panman accepted the wisdom of his peer without question. “Your right.”
he said. He looked at the scanner view-screen. “Those bastard alien
things inside that enormous alien thing ruined my next meal! They’ll
pay dearly for that!”
“That’s the spirit!” Peter the Ace said, happy that
his companion was feeling better. “Let’s concentrate on finding
a way inside it.”
The scanner bleeped.
“They’ve fired another beam!” Panman exclaimed. “I’ve
got a fix!”
“That was quick! Well done! Export the co-ordinates over to my navigation
Panman did as requested. Peter the Ace examined the information while
simultaneously flying the Blenheim through the gaps between seventeen
“It’s three kilometres away up the pyramid’s forward
face.” Peter the Ace said. “We’ll be there in one minute.”
Another energy ray cut into the Blenheim, this time on its underside.
Shock waves of nasty intensity made their way through the ship. The alarms
sounded once again. “WARNING: HULL BREACH, SECTION 12 B. COMPARTMENT
Panman silenced the alarms. “Twelve B? That sounds familiar.”
“That’s Justin’s quarters!” Peter the Ace said.
“He’s lucky he’s not here. Remember what happened to
him when this happened before?”
“Panman smiled. “Yeah. He was sucked out into space and his
body was blown away by Kathwoman’s mothership. It was only by sheer
fluke that we found his head!”
“Indeed. And due to a lack of nutrients and oxygen, all but three
of his brain cells shrivelled and died!”
Panman and Peter the Ace laughed loudly.
After a few seconds, Peter the Ace spoke. “We shouldn’t laugh
“You’re right.” Panman agreed, calming himself. “That
accident ruined his chances of achieving even one percent of our success
“If he ever had a chance at all!”
Peter the Ace continued to manoeuvre the Blenheim through the net of antennae
and heavy barrage of energy rays. The surface of the pyramid was now only
five hundred metres away. With the skill and dexterity of a canyon rat
undergoing brain augmentation drug therapy, the bounty hunter pulled back
on the flight stick, skimming terrifyingly close to the pyramid’s
detailed hull. He banked hard, bringing the Blenheim round to the massive
craft’s front side, antennae and energy fire creating a torturous
and challenging set of obstacles. Straight ahead, a one kilometre diameter
hole could be clearly seen. The strange beam that had sent the palace’s
cyborgs insane had ceased firing.
“We’ll,” Peter the Ace said. “I guess we should
Panman was excited. He loved to infiltrate the inner sanctums of gigantic
alien mega-ships. “Go for it Ace!” he shouted.
The Blenheim twisted, turned, and then dived into the large orifice.
“Cool!!!” the two exalted bounty hunters screamed in unison.
The Blenheim disappeared into the darkness.