In the medical wing of the Yamato a short doctor wearing glasses
was talking to his long time companion, a genius robot named IQ-9. The plump Doctor
and IQ-9 had served on the Yamato since its resurrection in the year 2199. His other
friends, a small cat and a full bottle of saki were always in close proximity.
"Now be careful IQ-9," said Doctor Sane. "You're a very valuable
part of this crew."
The mechanical monstrosity issued a number of beeps and chirps
as it prepared for the difficult mission. The red machine with two legs, two arms and
a swiveling domed head had incredible strength and amazing wit.
<THANK YOU DOCTOR SANE.>
A little cat slithered up to IQ-9. She rubbed her back section
up against one of IQ's legs and issued a loud meow. She then proudly pranced over to
the doctor and jumped up into his pudgy arms. The feline quickly began to purr and
wash herself unaware that her crew was in immense danger.
"Mimi says be careful too," said the doctor.
<I WOULD SAY THANK YOU BUT I AM A GENIUS ROBOT AND I KNOW
QUITE WELL THAT CATS DO NOT COMMUNICATE WITH HUMANS.>
Doctor Sane smiled. The robot rolled out of the room as Doctor
Sane shook his head in amazement.
On the bridge, the crew was ready to put their plans into motion.
Wildstar sat in his command chair and silently prayed to himself. He hoped that the
vital mission would go smoothly. Hundreds of lives were at stake and Earth must be
warned of the possible danger from this strange alien race.
"Okay Venture, take her up," ordered Wildstar.
The ship's pilot pulled up on the controls and the Yamato's
engines ignited. The ship slowly rose from its makeshift landing platform. Venture
adjusted the ship's course and moments later, the Yamato broke free of the asteroid belt.
"Nice work Venture, hold course and continue preparations for
the small space warp," said Wildstar. "Conroy, Astro-Fighters, take off at once!
Second squadron of Astro-Fighters, prepare to take off. As soon as we complete the
warp, we begin the attack!"
Once again the launch bay opened beneath the ship and dozens of
small fighter planes were launched into outer space. Within a few minutes the planes
were in formation and the pilots were ready to attack the enemy missile silos.
Wildstar activated his communicator. "Sandor, how's it going
down there?"
"We are all ready Wildstar," replied Sandor. "The Cosmohound is
ready to take off."
"Take care of yourself and good luck," answered Wildstar.
The Cosmohound, a craft approximately ten times the size of an
Astro-Fighter, was used for special missions, reconnaissance and search and rescue.
The Cosmohound's engines ignited and the most pivotal element to the mission began.
IQ-9 piloted the Cosmohound and Sandor sat in the co-pilot's chair. Minutes later the
Cosmohound entered the Xylotian moon's atmosphere. As the team sat in silence each
individual knew that their mission was vital. They must destroy the Xylotian aircraft
transporters and fighter hangers before they could be used against the Yamato.
"IQ-9, bring her down thirty-five hundred meters from the
base," said Sandor. "Be careful not to be detected by the enemy's radar. We will walk
from there."
<YES SIR SANDOR.>
IQ-9 skillfully piloted the ship down to the surface and the
Cosmohound effortlessly landed on the yellow moon. Sandor quickly unbuckled his seat
belt and then assembled his men in the rear of the ship. The crew hastily put on their
backpacks and armed themselves with the latest Earth Defense Forces rifles.
"Beau, you get the chargers," ordered Sandor. "Vance, you help
him. Yamazaki, are you ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be," replied Yamazaki. "Let's go and get
this over with!"
Sandor opened the outer hatch and the crew began to disembark.
The landing party exited the Cosmohound on foot and began to search for the mysterious
enemy base. They soon discovered that the surface of the planet, despite the yellow
soil, had the same gravitational pull of the Earth.
Noian proudly sat in his command chair. He felt alive with the
thought that he would soon be able to conquer another galaxy. Now that he had the
information on the space storm and the void he began to feel invincible. But as he
started to find comfort in his new found universal superiority complex, news of the
Star Force's attack finally reached the Xylotian Headquarters. His Lieutenant, fat lip
and all, rushed to his commanding officer's side.
"Commander Noian, we have good news and bad news. The good news
is that the Yamato has left the asteroid belt in pursuit of our fleet." The Lieutenant
took a deep breath. "The bad news is that a whole squadron of enemy planes is heading
this way! The enemy planes will be in our missile range shortly."
Noian smiled. He was impressed with Wildstar's tactics.
"These Earth people are strange indeed," said Noian. "They have
left their fighters without cover. But their loss is our gain. Order all of our
surface-to-air missile silos to fire at once! That will keep their planes busy. In the
meantime, prepare two squadrons of demolition fighters for launch. We will show the
Yamato how an attack is done."
Conroy was flying in perfect formation as the lead of the
Astro-Fighter squadron. His mission was simple - to attack and disable the enemy
missile silos. Being the brother of the Yamato's original fighter squadron leader had
given him tough shoes to fill. But fortunately for the Yamato, he had far exceeded
those expectations.
"Astro-Fighters, split up into your four respective groups,"
ordered Conroy. "Group one, take the west. Group two, take the east. Group three, take
the north. Group four, take the south. Okay boys, begin attack."
As soon as the words left Conroy's mouth, the Xylotian silos
began their counter attack measures. The enemy missiles were fired straight upward
directly above the Astro-Fighters. They suddenly exploded into hundreds of smaller missiles
that began to rain down on the Astro-Fighters. Conroy's squadron was badly damaged.
Conroy pressed a button and two missiles were launched from his
fighter and a missile silo was destroyed. He banked his fighter to the left as his wing
man repeated the process. Another silo was blown to bits. Before Conroy could set up
for another attack run, the Xylotians fired their missiles again. It was another deadly
blow to the fighter squadron as a half dozen more fighters were destroyed.
"All Astro-Fighters regroup at fifty thousand for our second
bombing run. We'll be out of the enemy's missile range there."
The remaining Astro-Fighters suddenly reversed course to regroup.
Aboard the Yamato, Wildstar checked his computer screen to
follow the progress of Conroy's attack on the missile silos. Wildstar began to look
dismayed as he soon realized that Conroy's squadron had been hit very hard.
"Okay Venture, warp," ordered Wildstar.
The Yamato instantly disappeared. Moments later, it had
completed its small space warp and materialized directly behind the enemy fleet.
Wildstar shook off the grogginess from the warp and quickly began the offensive.
"Good warp Venture," said Wildstar. "Black Tigers, take off at
once! Dash prepare to fire the main guns!"
The launch bay door opened underneath the Yamato and the second
squadron of Black Tigers blasted off as the third part of the mission got underway.
Aboard the bridge of the commanding ship of the enemy fleet,
the ship's Captain was in the middle of a conversation with his first officer.
Personnel issues were the topic of the day and the first officer was clearly upset
about the daily rotation. An explosion on the deck of the vessel suddenly halted the
conversation.
"Captain, we have enemy planes in all sectors," reported the
radar operator. "They must have hit our radar blind spot!"
The Xylotian Captain, fairly new to his post and surprised by
the sudden attack, did what every warrior should not do in battle - panic. Instead of
firing back, the Captain just sat there dumbfounded. Another explosion knocked him
back to reality.
"Report the situation to Commander Noian," said the Xylotian
Captain. "We need fighter support!"
The first officer scurried off to the communications panel
unaware that Commander Noian was one step ahead of the fleet's Captain.
On the Xylotian moon, Sandor's party had been wandering
aimlessly over the hilly terrain in search of the Xylotian fighter hangars. They had
been unsuccessful in finding anything of use and the entire group's patience was
beginning to run thin.
Sandor disappointingly looked down at his malfunctioning
compass. He looked back up and surveyed the area. He noticed two mountains in the
distance but paid them little mind as they looked strangely familiar to the ones he
had discovered about an hour earlier.
"IQ-9, have you been able to pick up anything?" asked Sandor.
<THE PHYSICAL COMPOSITION OF THE GROUND IS MADE
UP OF A STRANGE METAL. IT IS INTERFERING WITH MY SENSORS.>
Sandor shook his head in disgust. His group was now lost.
Before he could dwell on the situation for long, the ground began to tremble. Sandor
looked up. A side of one of the distant mountains began to open. Moments later, dozens
of fighters began to launch from the opening. The fighters flew a quick looping pattern
and then hovered in formation over the surface of the moon.
About a half mile from the mountain hanger was the other
mountain and it too began to tremble. A door slid open and a cannon was forced upward.
The huge cannon lit up and emitted a purple ray that was shot directly at the fighters.
The planes disappeared. The Star Force's landing party, now in visual contact of the
mountain hanger and transporting mechanism, had their targets.
"Yamazaki, you take Beau and Vance and destroy that transporting
mechanism," ordered Sandor. "I'll take IQ-9 and we'll destroy the hanger."
"Okay Sandor," answered Yamazaki. "We'll meet at the Cosmohound
when we're done. Let's go!"
The two parties split up and hurried off in different directions.
The two groups were just out of sight of each other when IQ-9's lights began to go
haywire. Sandor stopped and looked over at the robot. He had detected something out of
the ordinary.
<SANDOR, MY SENSES INDICATE A CHANGE IN SURFACE CONTENT.>
Without warning, a trap door opened beneath Sandor and IQ-9 and
they were quickly swallowed up!
The Xylotian fleet was defenseless. Their main guns and radar
systems were destroyed and they had no way to fight back. On the bridge of the command
ship of the destroyer fleet, the Xylotian Captain received a message from his
communications officer.
"The Yamato is ordering us to return to base at once," said the
Xylotian captain. "They will give us safe passage but failure to comply will result
in total elimination."
The defeated Captain realized that his first command had been a
major disappointment. He knew he must make up for his lack of good judgment but the
result would still be the same - the end of his career and his life. He decided that
it was better to die in battle than to die in disgrace at the hands of Commander Noian.
"They want us to return? Never! All ships change course! Ram
the Yamato!"
What was left of the enemy fleet changed direction and began to
head straight for the Star Force. Aboard the Yamato, the move did not go unnoticed.
"The enemy fleet has changed course and is heading our way,"
reported Nova.
"I have them too Wildstar," added Eager. "They're coming in
fast!"
"Fire all guns," ordered Wildstar. "Target the enemy fleet!"
The Yamato's guns fired and the shots slammed the enemy fleet.
One blast hit the main bridge of a destroyer. The ship exploded into a huge fireball.
Another shot struck a destroyer on its port side. A huge plume of smoke bellowed out
of its side. Another blast hit the same ship and the vessel was obliterated.
Another shot hit a destroyer squarely on its deck. It was sent
spinning out of control and rammed into another ship. The two spaceships exploded.
Only the flagship destroyer remained and it did not change course.
Another shot from the Yamato's third main gun severed the
flagship in half. The stern blew to pieces as the ship's engines exploded. One final
shot destroyed the remaining portion and the fleet of destroyers had been eliminated.
"Wildstar, we're getting a message from Conroy," reported
Homer. "The Black Tigers have taken heavy damage and are running low on fuel. He's
urging us to return at once. We've also lost communications with the landing party."
Two squadrons of demolition planes instantly appeared around the
Yamato.
"We have enemy planes in sectors three and four," reported Nova.
"Oh, what a spot," said Wildstar. "Venture, evasive maneuvers!
All Pulsar Cannons begin firing! Counter-attack missiles, fire!"
Sandor and IQ-9 had been taken into a dimly lit chamber. IQ-9
had been deactivated and had been placed in a dark corner of the room. Sandor was
sitting in a chair and had been gagged, blindfolded, and shackled. A tall, brown,
slender looking humanoid walked into the room and then proceeded to remove Sandor's
blindfold and gag. Sandor gasped for breath and his eyes slowly came into focus. He
saw a Xylotian standing over him. The alien took a step back and began to speak in an
extremely deep voice.
"I am Major Zeeman. I am a Xylotian working with the
Underground Movement. You have been carefully watched since your landing. We are
interested in your mission. Tell me, what is your plan?"
Sandor refused to answer Zeeman.
"I can understand why you refuse to answer."
The Xylotian walked over to Sandor and removed his shackles.
"Those restraints were used as a preventative measure so you
wouldn't attack us. Now tell me Soldier, what is your plan?"
Sandor again said nothing. Seconds later, another alien entered
the chamber. This one looked identical to Zeeman except it had yellow
skin. Sandor watched the two creatures closely as they conversed in a foreign tongue.
The conversation appeared to finish and then Zeeman looked back at Sandor and continued.
"This is Captain Reen of the Palmatians," said Zeeman. "You
look concerned, Soldier."
Sandor remained cautious but decided that there could be
no harm in answering.
"I am concerned about my mission, Major. When my ship fails to
locate me, they will return and attack this moon with everything they have."
"Let me explain what is happening here," said Zeeman. "We are
in a state of civil war. Notice the similarities between a Palmatian and a Xylotian?
Other than the different color of skin, we are the same race. You see Soldier, the
Palmatians are the minority in our society. They are also intellectually superior to
Xylotians. As the population of the Palmatians grew over time, their social status
grew as well. The Palmatians soon took over high ranking jobs that were previously held by
Xylotians. Some Xylotians hated them for it and soon anti-Palmatian marches and rallies
began.
"Then Noian won election and he took control with force.
He ordered the assassination of thousands of innocent Palmatians. The 'Hit Squads' as
they were called would open doors at night, drag their victims outside and then shoot
them in the streets. The Palmatian people were outraged. They banded together but Noian
controlled the military. His forces were strong and the resistance was crushed.
"Noian's forces cut the Palmatian population in half and now
they are traded, bought and sold as slaves. The Palmatians who work here though, The Underground, are free. We secretly
run this whole Underground network right under Noian's nose.
"Now Soldier, we have an update on your mission. The Yamato has
destroyed the fleet of destroyers Noian had sent to lure it out of the asteroid belt.
Two squadrons of demolition fighters have just attacked and the Yamato has taken
evasive action and is headed back here to pick up its attack planes. The planes have
successfully destroyed ninety-five percent of the surface-to-air missile silos but have
taken heavy damage and are low on fuel.
"What I propose is that we work together. We want to help you
in your mission to destroy the hangers and transporting mechanisms. Before you answer,
I want you to know that the other landing party is also under my protection and will be
here shortly."
Sandor was surprised by the offer and decided he had no
choice but to accept.
"My name is Sandor. I am from..."
"I know the whole story, Soldier Sandor," interrupted Zeeman.
"We monitored your conversations with Noian."
"Well then," answered Sandor. "Maybe you could answer a few
questions that I have. Why did you decide to join the Underground? Why is the Palmatian
Liberation Underground Movement being led by you - a Xylotian?"
"A Palmatian can be born to any parents," answered Zeeman.
"Even a male and a female Xylotian can have Palmatian offspring. Under Noian's rule,
Palmatian infants were taken from their parents right after birth and were placed in
slave homes until they were old enough to work. But when my mother gave birth to a
Palmatian son, my parents whole world changed in an instant. My mother looked at her
son and decided to raise him herself in secrecy instead of giving him up. This was in
direct violation to Noian's laws. One day when he was about 5 years old, he found his
way outside of our home. Soldiers discovered him and my brother was seized. Both of my
parents and my little brother were gunned down right in front of me. I was lucky enough
to escape from my home before the soldiers could find me. Since that day I swore I
would do anything to see Noian removed from power and our peoples living together again
in peace."
Sandor was stunned.
"If I have offended you in any way, I am truly sorry," said
Sandor apologetically.
The Xylotian shook his head.
"No offense taken. You are just being cautious. I will make a
bargain with you, Soldier Sandor. You help us overthrow Noian and we will help you get
back to your own galaxy."
"We will help, Major Zeeman," answered Sandor.
Zeeman reached down and pressed a button on a small box that
was attached to the belt around his waist. Within moments Yamazaki, Beau, and Vance
entered the chamber.
"Sandor, are you okay?" asked Yamazaki.
Sandor nodded in agreement.
"I'm fine," replied Sandor. "This is Major Zeeman and Captain
Reen of the Underground Movement. We are going to help them overthrow Noian and in
return, they are going to help us get back home."