“Look at that!” Harrison Ectoplasm yelled, pointing at the Amino
Battle Command’s fabulous main view-screen.
The rest of command centre’s staff including Commander Pepe followed
the advice of the head of internal defence. What they saw was the first
positive image that the screen had displayed since the crisis started that
“Get some external reports!” the commander ordered excitedly.
“I want verification of what we’re seeing.”
Harrison nodded and scurried over to the communications array.
Commander Pepe continued to watch the view-screen. The multi-mechanoid beast
had suddenly collapsed less than two hundred metres from the Central Tower.
For some reason the cyborgs had disconnected themselves from each other
as if their motivation for whatever it was that they were attempting to
do had disappeared. Aimlessly, the insane machines began to wander around
in all directions. They were clearly lost and bewildered. Sixteen accurate
blasts of energy fire from above blew apart several of the mechanoids -
now easy targets. Two bounty hunter ships could be seen thrusting away between
the magnificent towers of the palace’s central districts. Three squads
of the internal defence force took advantage of the situation and moved
in for the kill. The commander watched as a barrage of automatic fusion
fire cut into the wandering machines with calculated brutality. Dozens more
cyborgs suffered terminal damage and crumpled onto the road surface. Clouds
of smoke from electrical fires and burning oil quickly shrouded the scene.
One of the battle command’s deep space sensor array operators hailed
“What is it?”
“Sir, I’ve been monitoring that strange beam that penetrated
our defence field. It’s ceased transmitting!”
Commander Pepe sighed. “Excellent news young man. That’s excellent
“It’s stopped controlling the cyborgs sir!”
“Yes, I can see that.”
Commander Pepe smiled down at the young cadet. His innocent and child-like
excitement reminded him of himself when he was growing up on Traumatika
IV. That planet was constantly being raped and plundered by its nearest
neighbour and furious battles with blunt hand weapons occurred almost every
day. The sense of relief that the teenage Pepe had felt every time he had
escaped death and mutilation must have been similar to that which the sensor
operator was experiencing now. “Peter the Ace and Panman must have
done it!” the commander shouted.
The entire staff of the command centre cheered loudly. An Image of Peter
the Ace and Panman appeared and stretched the full height of the ten metre
screen. Everyone turned to face it then dropped to their knees with the
deepest of respect. Even Commander Pepe bowed in their virtual presence.
The image slowly faded and was replaced with a scene of the streets above.
The cyborgs were still being picked off randomly.
“Commander,” Harrison Ectoplasm shouted. “I have confirmation
from more than a hundred bounty hunters that the cyborgs have given up on
their mental attack. Its officially over!”
“Thank you Mister Ectoplasm.” the commander said. “Order
all bounty hunters and internal defence staff to cease fire immediately.
Those mad mechanoids are no danger to us now. We must save as many of them
as we can. Digital cooks are in short supply and the remaining ones must
“Yes sir!” Harrison turned back to face his communications array
and issued the orders. They were obeyed instantly and the fierce firestorm
of energy stopped.
Commander Pepe issued more orders. “Have the surviving mechanoids
rounded up and taken in for servicing.”
“Yes sir.” Harrison answered.
“Not Justin though.”
“He seemed to be their leader. If he’s one of the survivors,
have him taken into custody immediately.”
“Of course, sir.”
Harrison issued more orders through his array.
The commander watched as his devoted staff took control and carried out
his wishes. Another successful outcome to another potentially deadly...
A whooping siren echoed loudly around the Amino Battle Command centre.
“What the hell is that?” the commander shouted.
“I don’t know sir!” Harrison yelled back.
“What do you mean you don’t know?!”
“I’ve never heard it before!”
“Find out or lose your rank and privileges!”
“Immediately, sir!” Harrison charged around the command centre
in a frenzy of anguish. “I can’t find it, sir!”
“Look in the bloody manual, you babbling moron!”
Harrison nodded and ran over to his desk. From one of the draws he pulled
out a thick, dusty folder and slammed it onto the hardwood surface. Notes,
forms, letters, and three issues of ‘Jugs’ magazine scattered
through the air.
“What does it say?”
The head of internal defence scanned the index and found the appropriate
page number. He operated a few controls on his console. The sound was silenced.
The giant view-screen switched to another image.
The commander was frantic with curiosity. “What was it?”
Harrison didn’t look too happy. “That was the GOAT Collide sensor
“Goats?! What the hell are you talking about?!”
“It’s never sounded before. Apparently it stands for Gargantuan
Object About To Collide.”
A crater faced youth shouted from the front of the command centre. “There
The Image on the view-screen was now much clearer. A massive purple pyramid,
truncated at its tip, was heading straight for at them.
The commander was anxious for knowledge. “Give me some details now!”
Crater face read his instrumentation. “It’s almost two thousand
kilometres in height! It’ll hit us in fifteen minutes!”
The commander fell back into his chair. A bad day, which had just become
good, had once again become bad. Very bad, in fact. Even his naked and heavily
drugged masseurs could not soothe him this time. He grabbed a pen from his
console and looked at it. Straight up the nose and into the brain. A quick
and efficient way to avoid dealing with this problem. After a few seconds
he threw the pen down and slapped himself. Suicide was not an option. Not
for a commander, anyway. He shut his eyes and tried to concentrate on the
problem. He needn’t have bothered. His communications panel bleeped
“What is it?” he asked tiredly
“Communications cadet Morris McPherson the 2nd speaking, sir.”
“Can’t you see I’m trying to think, Morris! This better
“It is, sir. I have Peter the Ace and Panman on the line for you.
Priority plus infinity!”
Commander Pepe was happy beyond hope. “Put them through!”
The marvellous faces of the two greatest bounty hunters ever to breath air
in a multi-dimensional environment appeared on a display unit in a true
colour ultra-high resolution comb-filtered wide-screen format. Panman was
munching on a handful of chicken wings.
“Commander Pepe,” Peter the Ace said. “It’s good
to see you again.”
“Not as good as it is for me to see you.” the commander replied.
“How did it go?”
“Very well, we were totally successful in a multitude of ways and
even managed to find Ross Mental!”
The commander was visibly shocked. “Amazing! How in Beelzebub’s
citadel did you manage that?”
“All I can say at the moment is that the object that caused our cyborgs
to riot is from another galaxy billions of light years distant. It apparently
picked up Ross Mental’s ship as our foul mouthed friend was trying
to get home after helping destroy the dough monster.”
“A fluke beyond forever!”
“Indeed. And what’s more, our dark and murky adversary Lawrence
was with Ross Mental at the time. We have him in locked up in one of our
detention cells at this very moment!”
“You two are awesome!”
“Of course we are.”
“Lawrence will finally be tried and punished for his dreadfully grisly
crimes against life as we know it. You are both heroes of perfection!”
“I can’t disagree with you there!”
Commander Pepe glanced at the command centre’s giant view-screen and
was reminded of the gargantuan object that was heading towards him. “What’s
the giant purple thing that’s approaching us?”
“Ah yes.” Peter the Ace said. “That thing is known as
the Mechanism. Why it wanted to control our cyborgs and flood our world
with lava is unclear, although we do know that its two occupants wanted
to absorb everything in some way. We have destroyed its power core but are
unable to halt its approach. I’m afraid it will collide with Enchantia
and shatter the entire planet in thirteen minutes.”
Commander Pepe sweated profusely, the result of intense stress. “What,
with your god-like wisdom, do you suggest?”
“Panman has come up with a cunning plan of devious simplicity. I’ll
let him explain.”
Panman swallowed the last of his chicken wings, including the bones, and
began to speak. “All bounty hunter ships must be launched at once.
They must head for the Mechanism and attach tow cables of phenomenal strength
to its surface. Their combined power should be enough to alter the Mechanism’s
trajectory and place it in a high orbit around Enchantia.”
The commander looked puzzled. “Surely it would be easier to simply
cause the Mechanism to pass by our planet and drift away. Getting it into
orbit will be intensely difficult.”
“It must be kept within the vicinity of the palace.” Panman
said. “It will be of great use to us.”
“I intend to convert it into a travelling theme park of mayhem and
blood-spilling madness. We’ll make billions and bring pleasure, pain,
and nausea into the minds and bodies of all who dare enter it!”
A large smile spread like influenza across Commander Pepe’s face.
“What a cool idea! It’s definitely worth the extra risk and
effort, and with the Blenheim leading the fleet, success is assured!”
“I’m sorry,” Peter the Ace said. “But we will be
unable to help our fellow bounty hunters on this occasion.”
“Why the hell not?”
“As you may have noticed, the pyramid is missing its tip. That part
of the Mechanism detached itself a few minutes ago and is heading further
into the galaxy. Panman and myself must follow it and obliterate it completely
before it destroys any of the nearby populated worlds.”
Commander Pepe looked worried. “Our hopes of slowing that massive
Mechanism thing are greatly reduced without your divine assistance, but
you are right to follow that other object. I will do as you request and
launch all of our ships immediately.”
Peter the Ace smiled in a very calm way. “Thank you, commander. As
always, you are a wise and understanding leader of ample and overhanging
Commander Pepe bowed his head in thanks for the compliment bestowed upon
him. The image of Peter the Ace and Panman faded to black.
After a second of deep thought and breathing, the commander turned to face
his staff. “There is no time to loose!” he shouted. “Harrison,
order all bounty hunter ships to launch immediately!”
Harrison Ectoplasm looked up at his commander. “All of them, sir?”
“That’s what I said you hard-of-hearing semi-sentient barf warbler!”
“But there are more than eight thousand of them!”
“Do as I order or be banished to the Aloa-Vera springs forever!”
The head of internal defence cringed at the thought of all that disgusting
tropical plant juice swilling around his body. “Yes, sir!”
As Harrison carried out the orders Commander Pepe entered the details of
how to slow and alter the course of the Mechanism into his console. The
details would then be automatically transferred to all the ships involved
in the operation and allow them to co-ordinate themselves to best effect.
The commander finished quickly and leaned back into his chair. There was
nothing more he could do now. The large graphic display showed the trajectories
of the ships that had launched - more than three thousand already. All qualified
bounty hunters were highly intelligent and skilful people and he trusted
their abilities without question. Out of all the beings and entities in
the galaxy, only they had the knowledge, the training, and the insanity
to succeed during this time of impossible danger.
It had taken less than five minutes to launch all of the 8,346 ships
of the bounty hunter fleet currently stationed at the palace. The largest
ones, some almost as large as the awe-inspiring Blenheim, lead the massive
squadron as it blasted its way across the expansive void of space towards
the Mechanism. The smaller ships, some only five metres in length, brought
up the rear and seemed to buzz around their larger companions like insignificant
insects. Indeed, from a distance, the entire fleet could have been mistaken
for a swarm of huge killer bees rampaging wildly for no apparent reason.
Blasting through the giant squadron was a deceptively old looking ship
only eight metres in length. It overtook the other ships effortlessly
as it made its way to the front of the fleet. It’s styling, similar
to that of an ancient Earth bi-plane aircraft known as a Sopwith Camel,
was very distinctive and could only belong to one bounty hunter. That
bounty hunter was Farqhar Alqurseltsa, a bounty hunter of great lineage
and historical knowledge.
Amazingly, Farqhar Alqurseltsa had been a pilot during Earth’s First
World War. Due to bad navigation and unexplainable freakish fuel economy,
he had flown off course one day during a mission over no man’s land.
After a couple of days flying, he crashed onto an ice flow close to the
planet’s northern ice cap. The incredible heat of his engine melted
the ice and his entire plane sank into its frigid depths. Farqhar, unable
to escape because of the badly designed buckle on his harness, was engulfed
by the ice and frozen solid. He lay there, cold and still, for a long
Three hundred years later, he was accidentally thawed out by a villainous
bastard known as Crumpled Paper Face. Crumpy Pap, as he was known to his
friends, had stolen all of the Earth’s ice fields and had stashed
them at the heart of a hollow asteroid somewhere in the crime infested
Odious sector. His naive plan had been to sell the ice back to Earth when
water supplies became unbearably low.
Anyway, to cut a very long story very short, Farqhar Alqurseltsa managed
to get his plane into the air and had flown around inside the asteroid,
machine gunning to death all of Crumpy Pap’s ice chopping staff.
A bounty hunter spy within the villainous bastard’s organisation
had witnessed Farqhar’s courageous act and immediately invited him
to enrol as a trainee bounty hunter. After hearing about the Palace of
Amino and its opulent standard of living Farqhar eagerly accepted, but
on one condition: his trusty Sopwith Camel would still be his fighter.
That condition was accepted, and his flimsy aircraft was converted into
a space faring ship of unpredictable power.
Farqhar Alqurseltsa, the appointed squadron leader during the mission
to the Mechanism, guided his plane swiftly up to the front of the fleet,
rolling and twisting around, over, and under the ships of his colleagues.
He reached the front and took up position ahead of the multitude of well-designed
battle craft. In front loomed the vast purple pyramid known as the Mechanism.
It almost filled the entire field of view.
Farqhar leaned out of his cockpit and looked back at the massive collection
of star ships behind him. To keep the feel of his craft authentic, he
had decided not to have an air-tight canopy fitted. Instead he chose to
wear a space suit and allow himself the chance to ‘lean over the
side’ whenever he felt like it. Although it was a pretty stupid
idea, it did give him a unique view of his surroundings.
“Okay chaps.” he said into the communicator. “This is
going to be a tough but exhilarating experience for us all. All I can
ask is that you try your best and succeed totally. Failure will result
in the destruction of our casinos, restaurants, health clubs, and meditation
centres and we can’t allow that, now can we?”
The word ‘No!’ was broadcast from each of the other ships.
“Good show!” the squadron leader said. “Now, you all
know your positions behind that massive alien blighter, so act like the
bunch of bally heroes that you are and give it what for!”
The gigantic fleet broke formation and spread around the Mechanism. If
a special effects film studio had had to reproduce such a scene it would
have cost millions per second.
Looking like tiny specs of dust when seen against the Mechanism, the bounty
hunter ships made their way low over the surface of the giant pyramid.
They had only seven minutes left before the extra-galactic behemoth pulverised
their home. There was no time to loose.
Commander Pepe and his devoted staff watched the vast tactical displays
as the bounty hunter ships took up position at the rear of the giant pyramid.
Various tele-video screens displayed images from the dozens of camera
satellites that had followed the fleet and were now co-ordinating their
efforts to produce live coverage of ‘Operation Pull It Away’.
Squadron leader Farqhar Alqurseltsa’s voice could be heard. “We’re
almost ready. Prime your tow cables, there’s good chaps!”
Johnson Proto-Fut’Odour, a bounty hunter of strange but useful ideas
contacted Farqhar. “Squadron leader. The tow grid prediction parameter
is weakening at section eight. I suggest we spread positioning six point
one degrees to compensate for hyperbolic drift.”
“Jolly decent thinking mister Proto-Fut’Odour. Consult with
Bernhardt Twist-Grip, Okenfold Articulator, and Arabella Juice-Filtration-Unit.
Define your strategy and deploy in thirty seconds.”
“Yes, squadron leader.”
One of the tele-video screens tracked Johnson Proto-Fut’Odour’s
ship as it sped up the side of the Mechanism weaving in and out of the
lengthy protruding antennae. Another screen showed Farqhar Alqurseltsa’s
bi-plane positioning close to the purple pyramid’s truncated apex.
The squadron leader spoke again. “We have less than six minutes’
chaps. Are you all in position? Please confirm.”
One of the tactical view-screens at the Amino Battle Command was displaying
the instrument readings from Farqhar’s cockpit. His fleet status
system had registered 8345 confirmations - one short.
The squadron leader was heard to query this. “Gerardo Blazin’Socks,
you have failed to confirm. Anything the matter, old bean?”
One of the camera satellites locked onto Gerardo’s star ship, named
the Undulator, and broadcast its image back to the palace. It was a weird
vessel, thirty metres in length and shaped like a multi-segmented caterpillar.
It’s red and black markings gave it a fierce and repulsive appearance.
“Yis.” the bounty hunter answered. “Mi kinfirm bittin
is knit wirking. I will hiv ti kinfirm bi vice inly.”
“Can’t understand a bally word you’re saying old fruit.
Maybe your confirm button isn’t working properly. You’ll have
to confirm by voice.”
“Thits whit I jist sid!!!”
“Can you confirm?”
“Yis, I kinfirm!!!”
“Awfully bad accent you have there, old bean. Unable to make anything
out I’m afraid.”
“I kinfirm I kinfirm!!!”
“No, sorry. It’s no good. Break formation, there’s a
good chap. I’ve no room for incomprehensible buffoons in my squadron.
Return to the palace and enrol at the academy’s Faculty of Pronunciation.”
“Yir kinnit di thit ti mi!”
Farqhar Alqurseltsa was loosing his patience. “Do as I say, you blithering
nonsense babbler! I’ll have your trousers ripped off and your bottom
slapped by a pregnant gorilla if you disobey!”
Gerardo said nothing. He obviously knew his place. The Undulator banked
and flipped over, and then rocketed back towards Enchantia.
“Right.” the squadron leader said. “We now have only
five minutes. Everyone fire!”
Commander Pepe and his staff watched as the camera satellites broadcast
images of the bounty hunter fleet. Thousands and thousands of tow cables
could be seen shooting through the antennae and towards the Mechanism’s
backside. They slammed onto its detailed surface, suction cups the size
of golfing umbrellas gripping tightly to the purple hull. Within seconds,
all ships were joined to the massive pyramid.
“Jolly good show!” Farqhar Alqurseltsa said. “Commander
Pepe, awaiting your permission to commence Operation Pull It Away.”
Commander Pepe stood at his console. His staff looked at him expectedly.
“Many thanks.” the squadron leader said. “The order
is given. Bounty hunters, Pull!”
The engines of all the bounty hunter ships radiated gleaming light and
heat as their sub-light drive systems powered up. The tow lines tightened
instantly. The battle command’s view-screens showed the whole scene
in all its glory.
“Thrust at fifty percent.” one of the female bounty hunters
said. “No effect detected.”
“Noted, Sonia Por Favor.” Farqhar said. “All ships increase
thrust to seventy percent.”
Sonia Por Favor stated a fact. “That level of thrust will place
maximum stress on the cables. Some may not hold!”
“Splendid warning, though we have no choice.”
The bounty hunter ships did as ordered. The tension on the cables increased
tremendously as the relatively insignificant little craft pulled and pulled
The crater faced youth at the front of the Amino Battle Command control
room shouted at Commander Pepe. “Sir!” he said excitedly.
“The Mechanism his altered course by one degree!”
“Will that be enough?”
Crater face made a few calculations. His mood changed. “No sir.”
“Then don’t get so prematurely excited!” Commander Pepe
bellowed. The commander turned his attention to Farqhar Alqurseltsa. “Farquar,
you are having only a limited effect. Apply more thrust now!”
“Yes, sir! All ships increase thrust to ninety percent immediately,
we have only four minutes remaining!”
Sonia Por Favor’s anxious voice was heard once again. “What
about the cables?”
“Forget the cables my dear. Just blindly carry out my orders like
the good girl that you are.”
Sonia Por Favor and the rest of the bounty hunters complied. The strain
on the lines was now colossal. Several dozen snapped and sprung away from
the Mechanism. One of them hit a bounty hunter ship with such force that
it smashed through the vessel’s armour plating and into its bridge
section. The battle command staff held their breath and watched their
screens as the unrestrained ship blasted forwards, its engines still running
at almost full power. A second later, two escape capsules ejected through
the ship’s top side and drifted to safety. Just in time. The badly
ruptured vessel exploded violently. With frightening speed the rapidly
expanding cloud of debris encompassed some of the nearby ships. They shook
as tonnes of wreckage scrapped across their hulls. Luckily their cables
were not cut.
Another agitated bounty hunter’s voice was heard. “É
“Elena L’Apriscatole!” Farquar was heard to say sternly.
“How many times do I have to tell you? Speak in English!”
“Dispiace - I mean sorry. My concentration is not good in a crisis at the moment. Personal reasons.”
“What’s the problem with your ship, my dear?”
“My cable controls are short-circuiting! I do not think it will
An image of Elena L’Apriscatole’s ship, the Pizza Express,
filled the battle command’s main view-screen. Sparks were fizzing
around the area where the line was attached. The engines nearby glowed
an almost blinding shade of amber white. Suddenly part of the cabling
machinery broke away. The ship swung out of position and twisted away.
The cable was still attached but out of line, and it was causing the Pizza
Express to wobble vigorously.
“Lo ho il torcicollo!” Elena L’Apriscatole screamed.
“Non posso muovere la testa. Mi fa male!”
“In English my dear. In English!”
Sonia Por Favor cut in. “She’s always like this when she’s
scared, squadron leader.”
“Noted once again Sonia Por Favor. Elena L’Apriscatole, detach
your cable. It’s too damaged to be of any use. You tried your best.
Return to the palace.”
“Grazie. A più tardi.”
The Pizza Express dumped its damaged cable machinery and headed for home.
Commander Pepe watched with dismay. He turned towards the crater faced
youth. “What’s happening with the Mechanism now?”
“its course has changed by five degrees but that’s not enough.
The course change has to be at least ten!”
The commander nodded. “Farqhar, the effect you and the fleet are
having is still too small. You have no choice but to order all ships up
to full power!”
“I understand, commander.” the squadron leader answered seriously.
“All ships now hear this. You will engage full thrust on my mark.
You will push your engines to the limit...”
Sonia Por Favor interruped. “That could destroy some of us!”
“Of course it could but that is irrelevant. Obey my orders or suffer
instant court martial and instant execution.”
Sonia Por Favor kept quiet.
Jack Dobbins however, who had qualified as a bounty hunter only thirty
four minutes ago, spoke his mind. “I’ll be fucked if I’m
going to full power!”
“Do as I say, Mister Dobbins!”
Farquar Alqurseltsa had no choice but to follow wartime regulations. He
launched a torpedo that had been hanging between the thin rubber wheels
of his bi-plane’s landing gear. It zigzagged its way through the
fleet leaving a trail of smoke and flame as it did so. In less than two
seconds, it identified Jack Dobbins’s ship and slammed into its
side. Normally, a torpedo of this size would have had little effect on
a bounty hunter ship. Their shields are way to strong. This was a unique
situation though. As Jack had refused to obey his superior’s order
his vessel’s defence systems had automatically powered down. This
left him open to capital punishment if necessary. It was definitely necessary
in this situation. The torpedo penetrated the hull and detonated at the
heart of the ship. The small craft blew apart and vaporised. Nothing remained.
“Sorry about that,” the squadron leader said. “Essential
wartime justice and all that. Right, everyone ready?”
Confirmation signals were sent from all ships.
“Spiffing show! Full thrust now!”
Each of the remaining bounty hunter ships applied maximum power to its
sub-light engines. Blinding light and streams of energy blasted into the
vacuum of space.
The commander was biting his nails with tension. The massive view-screen
was displaying the events around the Mechanism. Hundreds of cables were
snapping under the extreme forces exerted upon them. Several ships lost
control and crashed into each other. As energy shields clashed, sparks
and arcs of power crackled across their hulls. An overload occurred. They
were destroyed in a momentous way. The remaining ships strained like they
had never strained before. More and more cables snapped.
“Keep it up chaps!” Farqhar shouted as he strained to keep
his own craft in one piece.
The crater faced youth issued a report. “Almost eight degrees!”
he said. “We’re almost there!”
The view-screen was showing more and more cables snapping. Several more
bounty hunter ships blew apart. Fortunately most of their occupants ejected
in time. Dozens of small escape capsules drifted through the crowd of
“How much now!” Commander Pepe screamed stressfully.
“Eight point eight.” crater face said. “And we only
have one minute left!”
“Pull Harder!” the Commander yelled. His face was red with
distress. The veins on his neck could be seen pulsing rapidly.
“We’re beyond maximum thrust now.” the squadron leader
said with forced calm. “One hundred and six percent actually. The
very best we can do I’m afraid!”
“You’ll have to do better!”
“Sorry. No can do, and all that!”
The Commander flopped into his chair like a lump of quivering jelly. He
couldn’t take much more of this. He stared at the huge data screens
ahead and analysed their output. The Mechanism was almost upon them now.
Its speed was reducing rapidly but not rapidly enough. It would hit them
“The degree of course change won’t be enough!” yelled
Bounty hunter ships continued to explode under the strain. More than half
of the cables had snapped. Surely they had failed in their task.
Commander Pepe felt useless as he watched the events on the view-screens.
His comrades were dying and there was nothing he could do to help them.
A strange silence filled the Amino Battle Command control centre. All
eyes were fixed on the graphics now displayed on one of the large view-screens.
What they saw terrified them to the bone.
Tears ran down crater face’s face as he made a solemn announcement.
“Sir, the Mechanism has entered Enchantia’s atmosphere.”
The view-screen’s image changed to a view from the top of the Central
Tower. A few hundred kilometres to the east a glow of white heat could
be seen. Rapidly it parted the clouds and descended to the mountains and
forests below. It hit only a second later! Rock and soil and trees and
creatures were vaporised instantly as one of the pointed corners of the
Mechanism gouged away a deep strip of land. Massive dust clouds sprayed
into the upper atmosphere, darkening the skies around the alien object.
“It’s approaching us at an incredible speed!” crater
face shouted hysterically. “It’ll be on top of us in seconds!”
The commander felt a strange sensation of calm flood through his soul.
He never expected to feel quite this relaxed at the moment of his death.
He felt sad of course that his beloved organisation would be destroyed.
It had mutilated a huge amount of criminals and evil dudes and had improved
the quality of life on all of the upper class worlds. He felt sad but
content. Content that he had made a big difference to the galaxy and maybe
even to the universe as a whole. . It was a shame though that the good
work would not continue. But then again, maybe it would! Peter the Ace
and Panman would more than likely live. Maybe they would rebuild the Palace
of Amino and carry on the good work of the organisation which they helped
to found three centuries ago. Yes, that’s what would happen. Commander
Pepe drifted into a fantasy world where a huge kilometre tall statue of
himself stood at the centre of the new palace. On the plaque would read:
‘Commander Pepe, brave and fearless leader of the Palace of Amino’s
Battle Command. Destroyed just outside his massage chamber by the Mechanism,
Earth Reference Year 2392.81 A.D. 19:37 hrs. His enormous physique will
never be forgotten.’
Crater face made a final announcement. “Fuck!”