A dark cylindrical object, three metres in length, thrusted silently towards
the battle scarred hulk of Kathwoman's mothership, weaving its way through
the debris of a thousand unwillingly fragmented fighters. A communications
link was established with the mammoth vessel.
"Get me Kathwoman!" Lawrence ordered as he guided his escape pod
dexterously around several charred and irradiated bodies.
"Kathwoman has not returned to this ship." Came the sonorous reply.
"Where is she?"
"She was deep below the surface of Epicuro but her life sign emitter
ceased transmitting fourteen point two minutes ago."
"Are you telling me that she could be dead?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Excellent!" The death lord screamed hysterically. "You are
all now under my command!"
Lawrence began to laugh inanely for five minutes. The communications link
remained open the whole time and his manic chuckling was heard throughout
the giant starship.
Finally Lawrence calmed down. "Prepare to take me on board." He
The tiny, black pod was encompassed by a radiant glow of deep blue as a
tractor beam of power and awe dragged the little craft into the mothership.
The unholy army of the night, within its dark kilometre long armoured
block-like craft, made its way up a flourishing valley towards the Palace
of Amino that stood majestically on the horizon. It rumbled forebodingly
as it followed the contours of the undulating hills with flawless definitude.
In a few minutes it would reach the perimeter of the palace and unleash
the beasts within its confines.
With unseen precision, sixteen astonishing ships of densely weaponed destruction
fell from the sky in a controlled hyperbolic arc. Before connecting with
the foliage smattered ground they performed an awe-inspiring tangential
course correction that brought them into line with the black monolith
of death. What was even more awe-inspiring however was that the bounty
hunters that were flying them were doing so manually, without the use
of digital auto-flight pre-programmed attack path systems (AFPAPS). Weapons
lock was instantly achieved. Blazing streaks of flaxen energy burned huge
gorges in the black vessel's hull as the bounty hunters went nuts with
their ship's cannons. Molten debris scattering into the air as the waves
of power cut into the gloomy craft. It continued on its course, unhindered
by the aggressive onslaught.
Commander Pepe watched the attack on several of the huge view screens
in Amino Battle Command.
"They're not going to have time to destroy it!" Chief Officer
Chimpapazapadon announced. "Its armour plating is too thick!"
"Are the trainee bounty hunters ready?" The commander asked.
"Yes. They're lined up at the western palace limits with weapons
of total domination. Whatever's in that thing, they'll be able to deal
"I hope so. Tell them to open fire in a most frenzied fashion as
soon as they want."
Chief Officer Chimpapazapadon went away to carry out his order.
"Concentrate all fire power on the planet's defence grid!" General
Over one thousand energy cannons situated around his mammoth command ship
discharged beams of crimson power towards Euphoria's defensive satellites
that were currently blasting away at the relentless swarms of skull fighters.
"The grid is weakening but not in any substantial way." Bristow
"Keep firing!" The general shouted, punching Bristow hard in
"But we have very little power left!" The officer said through
a mouthful of blood. "Those blasts that took out our shields also
drained a huge amount of our energy."
"Then get the fighters to do it!"
"But we only have twenty percent of our fighters left. The rest have
"Then ram this ship into the grid! That should get us through."
"But without shields our hull will be breached in seconds. Thousands
of personnel will suffer agonizing deaths!"
"Who gives a free-falling shit?!" General Blubbard screamed,
kicking Bristow hard in the gut.
The officer buckled in pain.
"Do what I say and do it now!" The insane general yelled.
Bristow carried out the order. The enormous starship started to descend.
The general walked over to sub-cadet Theresa. "Hello." He whispered
sweetly into her left ear.
"Hello, general." She whimpered, still distressed about her
lover's rapid demise.
"Have you discovered why Lawrence's mothership is not responding
to our calls?"
"I think so." She replied quietly.
"Then please tell me."
"I think it has been destroyed."
"Impossible!" The general shrieked, grabbing Theresa’s
head and biting off both of her ear lobes.
The sub-cadet got to her feet and ran off the bridge, sobbing hard.
"You!" The general shouted, pointing to a security guard that
was standing nearby. "Go after her and amputate her limbs."
The guard nodded and sprinted towards the exit.
"And bring them to me to prove that you've done it!"
The large dark craft that carried the unholy army of the night came to
a halt at the Palace of Amino's perimeter and hovered menacingly. The
legion of trainee bounty hunters opened fire with some of the most awesome
hand weapons ever devised. The air attack on the deadly vessel continued.
After a few seconds, a ramp opened up on the black vessel’s underside
and lowered to the ground. Immediately, dozens of armoured ground vehicles
appeared and trundled rapidly down it, firing wildly from their top mounted
turrets. The exchange of high energy bursts of death was a sensational
and terrifying sight.
It took no more than three minutes for forty vehicles to exit the craft
and drive their way up to the courageous bounty hunter trainees. The deafening
weapons discharge continuing ruthlessly.
Without warning, hatches on the armoured vehicles opened. Several hundred
beings of unreasonable ugliness climbed out and lurched their way into
the palace. It was the unholy army of the night. With mucous dripping
from every orifice, these long dead corpses stiffly stumbled across a
breach in the palace’s perimeter wall under the control of digital
implants deep within their decomposing brains. These small devices were
one of Lawrence's most immoral inventions.
The unholy army of the night and the trainee bounty hunters met. Total
carnage ensued. Exploding heads, flaming bodies, spouting arteries, splitting
cartilage, snapping tendons, and melting faces was suddenly commonplace.