OK! Here it is, Episode 13?: A New Bloke… ----------------------------------------------------------------------- A long time ago, on the planet of Pokemon… STARMIE WARS The evil International Empire controls the entire Planet, enforcing it’s laws through an excessively beaurocratic justice system. Pokemon training has been banned, as cruel and unfair, by this evil regime, and all Pokemon Trainers were hunted down and killed. However, a small group of quite dedicated people Formed A Rebel Alliance, which fought valiantly against the International Empire, a constant thorn in it’s side… The huge Imperial Battle Cruiser bore down on the fleeing Rebel Corvette. The smaller ship rode over the waves at breakneck speed, but still the giant pursuer gained. Arth Rador stood at the bridge, looking out at the target ship, outlined in the vast ocean. He wore all black, making him hard to see in really dark rooms. Around his waist was a belt, on which hung the tools of his trade; which struck terror into the hearts of his enemies; which was really quite hypocritical, since they were pokeballs, and pokemon training was ostensibly banned. But then again, this whole empire was built on lies and deception. He did not speak; there was no need for words. His troops knew the price of failure. Rador nodded imperceptibly. The vast weapons of his ship sounded, and explosions rocked the small corvette, knocking out its engines, and leaving it stranded… On board the Rebel craft, the captain led his troops out on deck, resplendent in their bright pink camouflage. “We’re gonna be boarded, lads!” he growled. “Let’s give ‘em hell before we go!” As he made his inspirational speech, one of the leaders of the rebellion, Princess Liear Organdona, sought out her two aides, the robots 3M-TAE, also known as May, and RDWRKS- M25, shortened to Max. She inserted a disk into the smaller dome shaped droid, Max, who protested in pain, and whispered something into his ear, before sending both of them on their way. Meanwhile the gigantic Imperial Battle Cruiser had pulled up alongside the injured corvette. An immense door on it’s hull slowly opened to reveal… A vast number of stormtroopers, holding a large wooden gangplank. They carefully manoeuvred it so that it bridged the gap between both ships, and led onto the deck of the corvette. The rebel troops looked on in dismay, wondering how they could fight the superior technology and wizardry of the Empire… However, they were brave troops to a man, and boldly they hefted their stones and glass bottles, preparing to make a last stand. The first wave of Imperial troops was met with a volley of broken glass and rocks, which knocked most of them off their feet and into the Magikarp infested waters. Nevertheless, the Imperials were relentless. The white masked, white armoured warriors poured onto the enemy ship, even though it was impossible to see out of their masks, since some idiot had painted all the visors black. Soon, despite much walking into walls, or falling blindly off the ship, a vast army of enemy soldiers was threatening to overwhelm the only rebel soldier with a gun, if only he would make some loud noise, or cough, or something… In fact, he was the only rebel soldier who remained. The others had all decided to take their chances with the Magikarp, and death by gormlessness. And then the battle was over, signalled by the malevolent presence of Arth Rador. He stood before the last rebel trooper, towering under him at an intimidating 4’3”. His fearsome mask seemed to hypnotise the poor trooper. “Where are the plans?” “I…I don’t know! We’re a diplomatic-” “Where are the plans!?” Rador repeated, now somewhat irate. “What plans? We’re on a mission of charity-” “Gaaaaaargh!!! I know the damn plans are here somewhere!!! TEEEELLL MEEEE!!!” Screamed Rador, jumping up and down wildly in his midget fury. The trooper was so terrified by this display of power, that he died instantly. Just then, a couple of Imperial troops brought over Princess Liear, bound in chains, and unconscious. “Ah, excellent! Now, captain, search this entire ship! Tear it apart, and bring me those plans!” Meanwhile, Max and May had smuggled themselves onto an escape capsule…which was in fact a rowing boat. “What’s this mission you keep going on about!?” Asked May, as she seized the oars in her silver arms. “I say, isn’t this a jolly little jolly boat!?” Her short attention span was her most obvious design flaw. This received an explicit beep from her companion. Slowly, as night fell, they rowed on, towards the unknown horizon. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- And so ends chapter one. More coming after exams finish destroying me…